by M. E. Hydra
Something wasn't right.
He looked down at his wife. Her breasts were covered in beads of perspiration as she writhed beneath him. Her head was turned to the side as she sighed into the pillow. Her black hair fanned out across the other pillow in luxuriant waves.
Black hair?
His wife turned her head and looked up at him with bright green eyes. It wasn't his wife. It was Arachne.
Gordon gasped in sudden alarm.
“Are you okay?”
Gordon blinked and saw the familiar face of June staring up at him with concern in her eyes. Her short blonde hair fanned out over the pillow.
“Yes,” Gordon said. “I thought I heard something outside,” he lied feebly.
He tried to return to the rhythm he had before, but the moment was lost. It didn't feel right, although he didn't know why. He kept pushing into his wife, but it was no use, his cock was already softening and within moments it had deflated to the point of uselessness.
Defeated, Gordon got off her and lay next to her on the bed. He stared pensively at the wall.
“Oh darling this redundancy really has affected you,” June said.
She put her arms around him and hugged him tight.
“We'll get through this,” she said. “You'll find a job when the economy picks up. I'm sure of it.”
Gordon said nothing and stared at the wall.
There was another face in his mind. A face with green eyes, full red lips and silky black hair. A face he couldn't get rid of no matter how hard he tried.
* * * *
Gordon was underground, but he wasn't sure where. Unlike the other vaults he'd visited in his dreams lately, this room was so vast he couldn't see the walls in any direction. Old cobwebs formed gauzy hangings all around him. Dream or no, Gordon didn't want to see the spider that had produced them.
He picked his way through a forest of silken threads. They were sticky and stronger than they looked. Pulling them off his naked skin when he accidentally brushed into them was energy-sapping work.
Gordon heard a chuckle from above him, feminine and dripping with evil.
“So eager to return to my parlour, little fly,” the voice said.
Gordon looked up and saw Arachne sitting above him. She was completely naked and sat, suspended, in the white threads as easily as if they were a hammock or swing chair. Her green eyes sparkled and her luscious red lips curled up in a cruel smile as she looked down at him.
“You can't resist my body,” Arachne said with a smile.
Struck dumb, Gordon said nothing. He was mesmerised by the curve of her tits.
Arachne leaned back and opened her legs, baring the hairless gash of her pussy to him. As Gordon watched she reached down and caressed her smooth labia. One of her fingers slipped inside and her breathing roughened to soft little gasps. Gordon felt his own arousal grow as he watched her play with herself.
Arachne's gasps grew louder and huskier until finally she gave a strong shudder. He watched, astonished, as a stream of thick white liquid jetted from her pussy. The liquid solidified in the air to form white strands that floated down and stuck to his exposed flesh.
What the? Gordon thought.
It was silk, just the same as the old threads around him.
“I'm not letting you go now,” Arachne said, her luscious lips curled up in a cruel smile.
She sprayed more white fluid from her pussy and it rained down on Gordon in gossamer filaments. He tried to brush the strands away, but they adhered to his skin and tangled together like a net. When Gordon tried to back away he tripped over and fell into a dense knot of threads. Hopelessly entangled, Gordon could only look on as Arachne, moaning and sighing with pleasure, squirted more and more strands of silk over his supine form. They looked feathery-light, but Gordon couldn't break them and soon his arms were entangled as well.
Arachne laughed at his struggles. She flipped over onto her front, her hands grasping old threads as if they were ropes. There was something unnatural about her body, as if her arms and legs had joints in the wrong places.
Gordon paused in his struggles and watched in astonishment as Arachne descended down from above, supported by a thick white rope of silk extruded from her pussy. She abseiled down like a spider, flipping as she approached the ground to land lightly on her feet.
What was she? Gordon thought. The lithe curves of her body were absolutely breathtaking as she walked towards him, but there was something utterly alien about her that registered in his most primal senses. He resumed his struggles, desperate to escape the thing walking towards him.
“Stop struggling, you'll only hurt yourself,” Arachne smiled.
She put her hands on either side of Gordon's head and leaned down to give him a kiss. Her supple lips crushed against Gordon's and he stopped struggling. For a moment he forgot where he was, lost in her embrace and soft kiss. A sweet perfume rolled off her naked flesh and inflamed his senses.
“Was that so bad?” Arachne asked as she finished the kiss.
Gordon didn't reply. He couldn't. She'd sealed his lips with the same silk that had bound the rest of his body.
“Now to wrap you all up,” Arachne said.
The silken webs were no obstacle to her. She pulled Gordon up out of the net until he was upright and resting against the soft curves of her body. She rubbed her boobs against his skin and her nipples left strands of soft silk behind them. He felt a similar sticky sensation lower down his body as she rubbed her dripping pussy against him. That too left strands of silk sticking to his skin.
She slowly turned his body, keeping her breasts and pussy pressed against him. More and more silken ropes were exuded around his body. Gordon couldn't do anything about it. His legs were already bound tightly together, his arms bound to his side. She continued to turn his body, winding more and more strands of white silk around him. Her attentions were gentle, pleasant even, as her breasts and pussy rubbed against him, leaving behind layers of silken wrap.
She was cocooning him.
Like a spider with its prey, Gordon thought with a shiver.
Other than his face, the only part of his body that wasn't covered in thick layers of silk was his cock. Arachne was careful not to get any silk on that as she cocooned the rest of his body. In spite of his fears–or maybe because of them–he was fully erect. The cocooning process was strangely arousing as the soft silken fibres brushed against every inch of his skin.
Finally finished, Arachne pushed him backwards and his body fell back onto and was supported by silken webbing. He couldn't move a muscle. She'd completely mummified him in silk.
“My pussy is getting all sticky at the thought of that lovely hard cock inside it,” Arachne said.
She climbed up on top of him.
“So sticky she'll never let you go once she has you.”
She sat down slowly, letting his cock sink deep into her hot pussy. Her vagina was filled with a thick sticky liquid and as Gordon's cock pushed deeper the substance was displaced and oozed out over his crotch. The substance was warm, soft and caused his skin to tingle pleasantly wherever it touched him.
“She has you now,” Arachne sighed.
She shifted position in his lap, manoeuvring his cock into a more comfortable fit. She crossed her legs around his waist, locking their bodies together.
“Now feel her special, softest silk,” Arachne whispered.
Her vagina rippled around his cock and a wave of thick liquid oozed down around his shaft. Gordon gasped and shuddered as the tingling warmth in his cock grew and grew. She didn't move against him, but the walls of her pussy did and each bubble of sticky silk sent Gordon's arousal higher and higher.
“My pussy has you now,” Arachne whispered in his ear. “She'll coat you in her special silk and suck out all your juice.”
She embraced him fully. Her arms encircled his cocooned form and she squeezed her soft breasts against him. She rocked gently against him, her sex squirting wave after wave of rapturous l
iquid around his tingling cock.
“Do you love me?” Arachne whispered.
Her pussy rippled again and the thickest wave of softest silk enfolded his throbbing cock. The sensation was more than he could stand.
“Love me above all others?”
“Yes!” he cried as his cock erupted and he spurted jet after jet of semen into her soft smothering silk.
* * * *
“Gordon! Gordon!”
Gordon awoke to his wife shaking him.
He realised with horror he was bucking and thrashing on the bed as if he was fucking an invisible girl on top of him. His erection, harder than he'd ever felt before, tented the front of his boxer shorts. He closed his eyes in slavery to the sensation as the orgasm hit. A dark patch spread on the front of his underwear. On and on it went, spurt after spurt, until his shorts were completely saturated and his overworked balls ached in protest.
“Gordon!” his wife said, her voice filled with shock, worry and disappointment.
Gordon grunted as he lay back, finally spent. Perspiration beaded his brow and the sheets beneath him were soaked with his sweat.
He looked up at his wife, seeing clearly the dismay on her face. He knew what she must be thinking. Last night he couldn't perform for her and yet here he was, filling his underwear after a stupid dream. How must that make her feel.
It's not your fault, he wanted to scream. It's me. It's–
this obsession
–these dreams.
Even as he looked up at her in shame her face seemed to waver. Blonde hair became black; blue eyes became green.
No, no no! Gordon thought. He scrunched his eyes shut, willing the image of Arachne away.
When he opened them June was standing there, his beautiful blonde wife. The revulsion and shock had passed from her face leaving only concern behind.
“What's wrong?” she asked, sitting on the bed next to him.
“I don't know,” he said, coughing up a sob.
They lay together on the bed in each other's arms, holding each other while the sun rose outside. Neither could get back to sleep. Finally June had to get up and get ready for work.
“Why don't you go and see Molly?” she said.
Horror flashed across Gordon's face. Molly Kozak was an old friend of June's. She was a psychiatrist. Had it really come to that?
June saw the reluctance on his face. “It doesn't have to be in her professional capacity,” she said. “Just a chat between friends. For me. Please.”
* * * *
He didn't need a shrink, Gordon thought, he just needed to end this obsession. It was midday and he was once again clicking through the pictures on Arachne's Web.
What was it about her? Why wouldn't she leave him alone?
Once again he searched fruitlessly for any kind of contact information. She was a model. Surely she'd want to put her contact details somewhere. How were other agencies supposed to get in touch? Did she not want other work or something?
Gordon needed to speak to her so he could tell her to stay the hell out of his dreams.
Gordon paused.
He wanted to talk to her so he could tell her to get out of his dreams...?
Gordon picked up the phone and rang Molly.
“It sounds very much like depression and anxiety brought on by the loss of your job,” Molly said to him after he'd told her about his recent worries and listlessness. “You're not alone in this. I've seen a lot of clients with similar problems recently. It's this stupid economy,” she added, her normally breezy manner subdued.
Gordon hadn't told her everything. His–obsession–thing with Arachne was something he still didn't feel comfortable talking about. He mentioned the dreams, but omitted the details.
“Nightmares are often an outward expression of any inner turmoil the mind is going through,” Molly explained. “You're really worried about this, aren't you?” she said, talking to him more as a friend than a professional.
“Losing the job hit hard,” Gordon admitted.
“Tell you what,” Molly said. “I don't have a full schedule today. My last appointment finishes just after four-thirty. Why don't you come over and we'll have a little chat. Nothing serious.”
Gordon told her he'd think about it.
It wasn't just the nightmares. Something was wrong with his memories. Just like Jane, other female friends were disappearing. Childhood friends, university friends, work friends; all fading away. It was getting harder and harder to recall what they looked like. Any of them.
At least he still had his wife. He cast his mind back to the day they'd got married, that beautiful moment when he'd picked up her veil to kiss her.
Her long black hair had cascaded down the shoulders of her bridal gown.
No!
The image wavered and dissolved and was replaced with his wife's face, as perfect and as radiant as she'd been on the day she'd agreed to become his wife. The love he'd seen in her blue eyes, the love he'd felt for her, nothing could take that away.
Molly's office was quiet at the end of the day. He walked on through reception, hearing her in conversation with an old lady. She had her back to him, all Gordon saw of her was her long black hair cascading over a woolly pink top.
Black? Hadn't Molly's hair been blonde and curly last time he'd seen her?
Molly turned her head and stared at him with vivid green eyes. Arachne's eyes. She eyed him up and licked her lips as if in anticipation of receiving a delicious morsel. It was only the briefest of glances and then she turned back to continue talking with the old woman as if nothing had happened.
Gordon backed out. Fast.
No. No. No.
Sweat rose on his palms and forehead as he drove back home.
Why can't you leave me alone?
* * * *
Gordon was back in the underground cavern. This time he was suspended far above the ground in a cocoon of sticky white silk. His arms and legs were tightly bound. He couldn't move at all. The cavern was so vast he couldn't see either walls, floor or ceiling. All he saw was the thick white strands of an enormous web stretching out into the void around him.
He heard a soft chuckle, low and sultry.
The web swayed and Gordon bobbed up and down. Something was coming.
Arachne emerged from the darkness in front of him. The top half of Arachne anyway. Below the waist she was a monster. Her slim legs were gone, replaced with the bloated black abdomen of a gigantic orb web spider. She walked up the web on eight slender black legs. For all the size and ungainly appearance of her swollen abdomen she still possessed an unearthly grace. Her pale breasts bobbed hypnotically as she approached.
“There's no escape once you fall into my web, little fly,” Arachne said.
Gordon shivered with icy-cold terror. She'd cocooned him so tightly he couldn't even struggle.
“What do you want?” Gordon asked, dreading her answer.
Arachne smiled. She reached down and parted the lips of her pussy. It lay at the intersection between her human and spider half. Dribbles of thick white liquid drooled out of the pink orifice. Gordon realised his cock and balls had not been wrapped up like the rest of his body and were totally exposed.
God no, Gordon thought. Not with this...abomination.
Arachne put an arm around his body and pressed herself against him, her soft boobs squashing against his chest. Her other hand reached down to fondle his private parts.
“What's the matter, little fly?” Arachne asked, her bee-stung lips puckered up in a sexy pout. “Are you nervous? Does this body frighten you?”
Gordon didn't get a chance to say anything as she pushed her body up and smothered his face in her cleavage. She rubbed her body against him and lightly buffeted his face with the soft pillows of her boobs. Her hands stroked his cock with supernatural expertise. Despite his fear Gordon was hard and gasping within a few short moments.
“This body will give you pleasures you never dreamed possible. You'll see.”
Gordon felt what seemed like metal bars pressing against the back of his cocoon. Her legs he realised with a shudder. They folded around his body and the web swayed as Arachne climbed on top of him. He felt the weight of her great abdomen settling in his lap.
No. This couldn't be happening. Wake up! Wake up!
Arachne kissed him, sealing his lips with sticky silk. She stared down at him, green eyes smouldering with desire.
“My pussy is waiting to envelop you in her softest silks again.”
The legs around Gordon's back, buttock and thighs pressed against him and Gordon was pulled closer to her body. His erect cock slipped between her fleshy labia and into the warm interior of her pussy. He felt resistance as his cock pushed against a stretchy membrane. More of her pussy silk. Her legs hugged him tighter and Gordon trembled in pleasure as layers of silk parted and smoothly slid down his shaft as he was forced deeper inside her. He sank all the way into her until her labia met the root of his cock with a sloppy wet kiss. Her vagina pulsed and a bubble of thick sticky silk welled out and sealed their sexes together.
“No escape now, little fly,” Arachne whispered. “Now enjoy the pleasures this body can give you.”
Arachne closed her eyes and pursed her luscious red lips. Her bloated black abdomen started to swell. Gordon felt a strong suction grip his cock and pull him deeper into her warm vagina. Soft silks brushed against his shaft with feather-light caresses.
Arachne sighed and her abdomen contracted. Gordon squirmed in blissful ecstasy as her pussy convulsed and his cock was engulfed in a pillow of the thickest, softest silk. His skin tingled wherever it was kissed by the warm sticky fluid.
Arachne inhaled and her abdomen expanded again, plunging him deeper into her sticky sex. The tingling sensation spread down Gordon's shaft and into his balls. In, out, her abdomen pulsed, each pulsation feeling like an exquisite stroke as her heavenly silks slid over his engorged cock like an intimate dance of the seven veils.