Copyright © October 2019 by CiaoSteve
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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
Author’s Notes
Foreword #1: All characters in this story are over 18
Foreword #2: This is pure fantasy and not intended to be seen as a piece of realism
Foreword #3: This was meant to be an entry for the 2019 Halloween Competition, but I sort of got myself tied up in a sticky spider’s web. Oh well, hopefully I’ve just about untangled myself in time for Halloween itself if not the competition.
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It was intended to be the trip of a lifetime, two weeks all inclusive in our own tropical paradise. At least that was how it had been promoted. The competition promised clear blue seas lapping up on miles of white sand, but just a stone’s throw away from luscious natural rainforest. It had come out of the blue, an e-mail from the National Office of Tourism with a competition to win your dream holiday. I scanned the mail up and down, looking for the catch but not finding an obvious one. Even Google couldn’t throw up anything untoward.
The place itself was an island by the name of Isla de Arañas, somewhere off the coast of Latin America. The only information I found spoke about it being a private island, home to a reclusive scientist and naturalist, which upon his death was passed back to public rule. After years of investment and modernisation, the island was only now being promoted again as a tourist destination. The competition was simply a way of getting some visitor numbers, and hopefully some good reviews and feedback. It was a little out of season, quite understandably, but still the weather forecast was better than home.
As with all of these too good to be true competitions, I quickly trashed the mail. Hence you can imagine the surprise when the congratulation mail followed a few weeks later. It turned out that Tom, my partner for the last ten years, had also received the same mail. Being more trusting than I was and based upon the fact that he never won anything, he had filled out the requested details and sent in his entry.
A few phone calls later and the arrangements had been made. We would spend our ten-year anniversary in the tropics, no expense spared. Yes, we were celebrating out tenth year together, but no we were not married and had no intention of settling down yet to tie the knot, let alone even thinking about having a family. We were both busy with our work lives, but we did live the mantra of “work hard, play hard”. Ten years together was still worth celebrating.
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We arrived in style, even if it was a little unorthodox. A six-seater seaplane flew the hour or so from the mainland, finally landing on the slightly choppy waters of a small bay. We had already been given a bird’s eye view of our destination for the next two weeks as the plane flew right over the top of the island before swinging round and swooping back in to land. It looked amazing, a small island predominantly jungle covered, but with one or two fantastic looking beaches. There were four of us onboard; me, Tom and a couple from the US. Finally, the seaplane taxied — I guess, rather than taxying, it rocked to a stop in the light waves — to a halt and we were met by a couple of very traditional boats, propelled by nothing more than paddles and a lot of human effort. Before we knew it, we were on dry land.
That was the last we saw of the American couple as the resort itself was one of those more up-market places where every guest had their own individual lodge. Yes, there was a central area with restaurants and the like, but there was also the option to have everything served in your own little piece of paradise. It was the latter we decided upon. This was going to be a chill-out fortnight, waited on hand and foot, our lodge nestling on top of our own private beach. Jorge was assigned to look after us. He was a sweet guy, a little older than us, and ever so attentive. There was only one problem . . . language. His English was about as non-existent as our Spanish. So, we took to a mixture of very poor Spanglish and worldwide sign language. Even with the obvious communication problems, we really felt like valued guests and settled in well. He was uncanny though. Whenever we wanted something, Jorge would just appear as if from nowhere.
So, the first few days were simply chill-out time, the two of us, those crystal-clear waters and the warmth of that diamond-white sand. Cocktails on tap and delicious tropical food to boot . . . what more could you want? This really was our piece of paradise, at least for these two weeks.
If the days were paradise then the evenings were something else, maybe the word hasn’t yet been invented. Dinner served just for us, under the setting sun, on our own private balcony. So relaxing, listening to the waves as they lapped up on the shore as we ate and drank, before finally returning inside to the distant sounds of the jungle night. For the first couple of nights we simply slept. Maybe it was the jetlag, or maybe just the fresh night air — it was so wonderful, no artificial sounds, no artificial lights, just natural peace and tranquility — but I slept better than I had for many a year.
By the third night, the sounds of the tropics were joined by a few added extras. What natural wildlife there was outside was soon joined by a little artificial wildlife inside; the creak of bedsprings adding to the chirp of insects and the squish of sodden sex blending in with the sound of lapping waves. Before too long a new species of howler monkey was screeching its song into the night air. The best night’s sleep had become the best night’s passion and I was loving every minute of it.
My skepticism had quickly disappeared and all I could do was thank Tom for entering. Whatever he wanted, all he had to do was ask and I would have gladly given. What went on in paradise, stayed in paradise, but suffice to say that a lot happened under those tropical night skies and we were both more than happy.
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So here we were, enjoying our fortnight on Isla de Arañas. It was everything you could ever imagine of a beachside resort, but so far that was all we had seen, or even heard about. Being a private island, it was very underdeveloped. The complex was made up of the private sea-facing lodges and a larger communal area. There was a small village off site — presumably the residential area for servants and the like — and an old house up on the hill, but other than that, there was nothing else apart from the jungle clad slopes of a long since extinct volcano. It was perfect if you wanted a recluse but not if your idea of heaven was a holiday packed full of action and adventure.
By the second week I was simply longing for a little adventure. There was only so much sun, sand and sea that this girl could take. Something had to be done, and I was in one of those go get it sort of moods.
“Jorge,” I practically shouted, beaming from ear to ear one morning. “Como estas?”
“Muy bien,” he replied, smiling. “Te ves muy feliz esta mañana, Senorita Melanie. Su español es mucho mejor. ¿en qué puedo ayudarle?” he continued.
I stood there, staring at him. Yes, I had started this off with a quick burst of what little Spanish I knew, but I really wasn’t ready for Jorge to reply in kind. Now I really didn’t have a clue what he had said nor how to answer. There was a quiet pause as I racked my brains, looking for what I thought might be the right words. The still of the morning was broken by a hearty laughter. To one at least, my dilemma was something to be laughed at. I gave him a hard stare, a stare that even Paddington would have been proud of.
“I saying,” he stopped laughing and tried in his broken English to talk to me, “you happy morning. I help you?”
I smiled back at him.
“Si, Jorge. I want to go out, to leave this place.”
“Senorita Melanie, wants home to go?”
“No, no. I just want to go out.”
“Que?”
“To go somewhere else. To go for a walk. To visit the . . .”
I took to sign language, using my fingers to imitate walking and then finally pointing in the direction of the jungle. There was another pause, this time with Jorge pondering how to reply.
“Peligro,” was his one-word answer.
This time it was my turn to reply with a simple “que?”
“Danger, jungle danger. No go Senorita Melanie, no go.”
I could tell by his expression that my question had hit a raw nerve. Why though was he reacting like this? The island was a postcard paradise, so what could be so dangerous about the jungle?
“I’ll be careful Jorge, just a little walk.”
“I tells you Senorita Melanie. Jungle danger.”
“Okay, so where can I go?”
By now I was getting just a tad frustrated. I still had just under a week left on the island and spending every day on this beach with Jorge waiting on us hand and foot was not going to cut the mustard. I needed, if only for one day, to do something different.
“You walks the road, around the house but no mores. I telling you Senorita Melanie. Jungle danger.”
So that was it. I could walk around the edge of the resort and back again. Some fucking exploration that would be, but I guess at least it would be a little exercise. Now to convince Tom that nobody would pinch his sun-lounger if we wandered off for a few hours. It shouldn’t be too difficult, the only person we had seen in a little over a week was Jorge.
After a morning in the sun, sea and shade, and a hearty lunch, it was time for a little adventure. I knew just how to play young Tom. He was such a simple thing. All he needed was the right carrot to be dangled in front of him and the world was your oyster. I knew just which carrot would tickle his fancy today. Now, where was he? Wasn’t a difficult question, after lunch he was always curled up on his favourite sun-lounger, usually half asleep. I crept up, not sure why as today he was totally out of it, but the idea of sneaking up on him was somewhat exciting. In a flash I had my hands over his eyes and planted a wet kiss on his cheek.
“Guess who?” I called out, knowing it wasn’t exactly a mastermind sort of question given that there were just the two of us and Jorge on this bit of the island.
“Ugh,” was the most educated response I got.
“Guess who?” I called out, planting another wet kiss on his cheek. “Wakey, wakey, Tom. I’ve got an idea for the afternoon.”
“Ugh, not now Mel? Let me sleep.”
I wasn’t going to let him fob me off so easily. Today was my adventure day and whether he wanted to or not, Tom was coming with me. I practically hurdled over the lounger, landing with a thud across his midriff.
“Hey!” came a monosyllabic reply.
He didn’t have time to say anything else, as my lips sealed tight against his. We sat for some time — okay actually he lay, and I knelt — embraced in that sensual kiss. Finally, I broke away and whispered closely in Tom’s ear.
“Love you, Tom.”
“Love you back,” came a nonchalant, yet expected reply.
“I’ve been thinking,” I continued, nibbling on his soft ear lobe as I whispered away. “Would be good to look around, don’t you think? You know, a little walk through the natural beauty of this island.”
“I dunno Mel, it’s kinda cool just to chill by the sea.”
“But I thought you were the adventurous type. I had you down as being my knight in shining armour, protecting the fair young maiden from whatever perils might cross her path. And in return, the fair maiden allows brave sir knight to have his wicked way with her. Oh well, if that’s not for you then maybe Jorge can take me on an adventure.”
With that I hopped off and made to walk away. I had no intention of going far as I knew Tom would take the bait. The mention of “wicked way” was the key to unlock his every need. As expected, I had taken a mere handful of steps when my gallant knight whisked me off my feet, carrying me back towards our lodge. It took a little longer than expected to get changed, but that look on his face as he blew his load into my open mouth was worth every minute. It was the appetizer, and Tom was left under no illusion that he would have to earn the main course.
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The path, a one-time concrete roadway which was now showing signs of being reclaimed by nature, wound its way up the hill towards the big house. This was so out of keeping with the wooden lodges down by the sea. House? Well, that was probably taking it a bit far. Up ahead was a large two-story concrete structure filling the architectural gap between post-war modernist house and industrial laboratory.
When first built it was most likely an iconic example of fifties or sixties design. Now though, well, suffice to say that this one, unlike a bottle of fine wine, had not improved with age. Wide expanses of what was once brilliant white concrete had now become crumbling dirty walls. Windows, now cracked and broken, were equally tainted with decades of grime. What really struck home though was the way that nature seemed to be reclaiming this alien invader. It seemed that the idea of modernization hadn’t quite reached this far.
There was something about this almost derelict relic of a previous age, which still had a sort of magnetism.
“Mel, what are you doing?” Tom called out as I veered from the concrete path and headed off through knee-length grass.
“Just curious,” I replied, glancing back at him in a nonchalant mischievous sort of way. I was both curious and excited in equal measures.
“You shouldn’t . . .” he continued, words now falling on deaf ears.
I found myself pushing my way between overgrown shrubs just to take a closer look.
Wiping away the decades of deterioration, I glanced through the first window. Inside was a bit of a time warp of an office. A large table and giant filing cabinets dominated the room. Metal framed chairs, now covered in huge cobwebs, were strewn across the floor giving the impression of some sort of commotion. To the side was a door. I tried the handle, but it was either locked or seized up. There was no way inside, not that it was really a good idea given the precarious state of the building.
The look of relief on Tom’s face when I returned to the path was a picture.
“Mel, you can’t just go off like that.”
“Oh, chill out Tom. It’s not like I’d gone off into the jungle alone, had I? And after all, it was just an office. Was in a bit of a mess though and looked like nobody had been there in years.”
Back on the path, we followed it around to the rear of the building. On this side, there was a single-story extension, again in a state of disrepair. It was the same as before, dirty crumbling walls being overtaken by rambling plants, except that the windows were shattered rather than being cracked. I couldn’t help myself but once again take a closer look, listening to Tom’s protests and watching my step for broken glass as I walked up to a now empty window frame.
This was so different to the previous room. Rather than the office of the front, this was much more of a laboratory, albeit one which was now in a state of turmoil. Equipment was strewn everywhere, some smashed, other items just upended. There was the dark smokiness of an apparent fire in one corner and what seemed like faded red stains in various places. It was difficult to make out for sure, as every surface was covered in huge cobwebs.
“Come see, Tom,” I shouted, looking closer into the chaos.
“No!” he retorted. “Now, you get back over here, Mel.”
What struck me more than anything were the cages. They were everywhere, strewn across tables and floor, some with doors open, others shut.
“Ughhh,” I gasped.
“What’s wrong,” came a concerned response.
I simply stared. There, in a cage, was the now decomposed body of some animal. It was the size of a large dog, but definitely not man’s best friend. Maybe a monkey, I thought to myself. A monkey . . . yes, a monkey . . . a dead monkey. Even in its decayed state, I could sense the fear in what was left of its face.
I turned and set off to return to Tom. Whatever had gone on here had been tumultuous and rather final. I took a couple of steps and stopped. Was there a sound behind me? Maybe a sound back in that wrecked laboratory? I spun around but couldn’t see anything more than dark shadows through the cobwebs. Was there movement? No, I couldn’t be sure. It was just my mind playing tricks on me. With my heart pounding, I practically ran back to Tom.
“What did you say this place was?” I asked.
“I think it was a laboratory of sorts, but they were a bit reclusive. There isn’t much about them.”
“Them?”
“Yes, it’s a bit of a strange tale if you believe everything Jorge tells you. There were two of them; the doctor and his younger female assistant. It seems he was a pioneer in animal genetics and preferred the privacy of this little island. She? Well, nobody knew if it was his daughter or not. Anyway, if you believe the locals, he would spend all hours in this laboratory, his only company being the younger woman and plentiful local wildlife.”
“What exactly did he study?” I asked.
“How am I meant to know?” came an irked reply. “I thought you only wanted a bit of a walk and not a lecture in the sciences. Now, any more questions or shall we finish off what we started?”
“Yes,” I replied, an expression of displeasure on my face. “What happened to them?”
“Now that is the interesting bit. It seems that they lost contact with the world. Even recluses have to order provisions from time to time, but when that stopped the alarm was raised.”
“And?”
“Yes, that’s the strange thing. His body was found in the house, dead!”
“Is that strange?”
“Hold your horses. I’m coming to that. They say that he was like a dried-out corpse of a man and covered in cobwebs. The assistant . . . well, her body was never found. Why do you ask?”
“Well, it looks like there’s been one hell of a fight in there.”
“What do you mean, a fight?”
“There’s furniture and cages strewn everywhere, most broken. Even looks like there was a bit of a fire in there. And then, the windows. At the front they were all intact, but round here every last one is smashed. I guess I was curious to know what happened in there.”
I looked Tom in the eyes, hoping for a comforting reaction. What I got though was laughter.
“Oh, my dear Mel,” he chuckled. “You know what Jorge is like for telling a good tale. I guess his and your imaginations are running riot. You can see for yourself that nature has just being doing what it does best and reclaiming man’s follies. It’s not like you saw monsters in there, is it?”
My mind flicked back to that animal carcass and the impression of fear left behind on the decayed body. Monsters? Well, no, it was nothing more than a dead monkey, so why could I feel the fear in its now vacant eyes. Maybe it was just a little scaremongering from the locals but, even so, I could feel the chill of a sweat on my back and a slight rush in my breathing.
I was just getting my composure back when a thud from behind had me practically jumping into Tom’s arms.
“What was that?” I asked, spinning around to face the laboratory. I grabbed Tom’s hand and pulled him in front of me. There was something safe and secure in standing at the back.
“What was what?”
“That noise, that thud.”
“Oh, that thud,” came a condescending sort of response. “Just a falling branch or bit of masonry, I guess. After all, we are on a jungle island standing in front of a building which is practically tumbling down.”
Yes, Tom was right. It was nothing more than the sound of a falling branch or lump of stonework. I guess I had let Jorge’s tall tales get to me. Why then did I still feel on edge? Why did I not get comfort from his plausible explanation? Why . . . why . . . why was the grass moving on its own? What’s more, why did it seem like the unseen predator was making a beeline straight towards us?
We stood, almost frozen to the spot, watching as the movement got closer and closer. It was like that scene from Jaws where you knew the shark was approaching but you couldn’t see any more than the ripple in the water. Closer, closer and then waiting for the snap of teeth around its victim’s torso.
My heart was pounding as the long grass towards the edge of the path started to sway. I was ready to make a dash for it, dragging Tom with me if needed. In my mind I could see some ravenous predator hunting us down, desperate for its next meal. My nails were sinking into Tom’s hand, clenching tightly as I waited for the inevitable.
“We should go, Tom,” I called out. “It’s one of the monsters from inside, one of those deranged beasts has escaped from its cage and now it’s out to seek revenge on . . .”
There was laughter.
“So, is this your deranged beast ready to eat us alive?”
There, standing on the edge of the path, sat the unseen predator. Yes, it was a beast of sorts, but definitely not deranged and from the look of it, not even ravenous. It was some sort of large rodent, similar in size and shape to a capybara. To be honest, it seemed as nervous of us as we were of it.
Releasing my grip on Tom’s hand — he immediately set about massaging some life back into his now crushed digits — I took a step forward, then another. As I took my third, the creature took its own hop away from us. And so it continued, I’d take a step and then the creature would hop a couple more down the path. It was so cute and, without thinking, I had gone from being a petrified onlooker to an excited young girl with a new-found pet. Putting sensibility behind me, I left Tom there on the path and set off to follow my so-called deadly beast. I just had to see how far I could go without it bolting off into the distance.
It was like some bizarre chase, filmed in slow motion, as I followed the beast along the edge of the path. I guess that’s how it looked to Tom. I was following its lead rather than my four-legged friend running away from me. I had to wonder. Here we were in the middle of a forest island and the wildlife wasn’t scared at all with our presence. Was it the regularity of human contact or just that there hadn’t been enough to even register the threat? Either way, I just felt compelled to follow my little friend.
He could have led me anywhere, and most probably was doing. I had one eye on him and the other — yes, I know it isn’t actually possible to have eyes watching different things independently — vaguely looking out for anything large that I was likely to walk into. It was the smaller things which simply passed me by. Small things such as the little metal sign just as I ventured into the trees. It was a simple metal sign, nailed at around eye level onto one of the trees. Three simple words, printed in block capitals, read . . . PELIGRO, NO ENTRAR.
I knew where I had gone but not actually where I was. The change in surface underfoot, hard concrete being replaced by soft earth told me I had left the path and was now heading into the jungle. How far I had headed into the jungle, and whether I had followed a single path or not, that was the bit I wasn’t sure of. At the time though it just didn’t seem to matter, at least not until something spooked my little friend and he bolted into the distance.
Now though, I was alone and in the dark shade of the tree canopy I really felt isolated. I spun around expecting to see the path just behind me, but all that I could see were trees seemingly spreading equally in all directions. There was a rustle in the canopy and a piercing screech from somewhere above. Suddenly, fear hit me. What was it Tom had said? The female assistant’s body was never found. Had she also wandered into this forest and never made it out again? Was that to be my fate also? My heart was thumping once more and what body hair I had was standing on end, as I contemplated my next steps. Another screech, this time closer, was accompanied by a falling branch.
“Tom!” I called out at the top of my breath.
It was Tom’s turn now to take up the chase, running down the path to the point where he had seen me disappear into the trees.
“Mel!” he shouted back.
I shouted again, then again, each time waiting to hear a reply. Finally, one came. It was faint but at least it gave me a bearing. A third shriek from somewhere directly above my head had me bolting towards what I assumed was safety. I could see the glimmer of light in the distance and my confidence grew that I was going to make it out. It was a bit of an obstacle course though, slaloming through trees and dodging low branches as I went.
I heard Tom again, louder this time. Shouting back, I picked up speed. With speed came a little carelessness and I soon found myself stumbling over a fallen branch, my own shriek now resonating through the trees and sending wildlife scurrying through the jungle canopy. Hands out, I tried to catch my balance and avoid falling. It was too little too late, and I hit the ground with a thud.
I sat back up and grabbed my breath. A quick feel at my arms and legs told me nothing was broken. Luckily, with the softness of the jungle floor, the only damage done was to my pride, and something rather sticky on my top. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to realise what it was. I grabbed at the gossamer threads pulling them a handful at a time off my clothes. Of all the things to fall into, I’d managed to find one of those giant cobwebs. Could have been worse, I thought to myself; at least the spider which made this one was not at home.
“What are you doing down there?”
“Oh, I just thought I would have a sit down whilst I waited for you to finally arrive. What do you think!” My face was a vision of non-amusement. “Now are you going to give me a hand up?”
I reached up with one hand and grabbed hold of Tom’s, at the same time placing my other palm down on the forest floor to give me a push up. He pulled, I pushed and then I felt it; a movement under my hand and then the most excruciating stabbing pain shot through my palm.
“What is it Mel?” he called out, worry now etched across his face.
Back on my feet I looked down at my now throbbing hand, before turning my attention to the floor below.
“What was that?” I exclaimed, thinking I had seen something scurry into the shadows.
“What was what?”
“That! Didn’t you see it?”
“I didn’t see anything other than you, covered in dirt, leaves and . . .” there was a pause before he continued. “. . . cobwebs.”
Yes, that was it. What I had seen, or at least what I had imagined I had seen, was a spider running from the scene. It wasn’t any spider though. From the speed it ran into the undergrowth, this was a humongous beast of a spider.
I glanced down at my now throbbing hand. It looked no different than before, other than being a little dirty and pulsating in pain. Turning my hand over I saw the blood. It wasn’t much, but there definitely was a trickle of the red stuff.
“Look,” I exclaimed, “it bit me. That bloody spider bit me.”
“Your mistaken Mel. If there was a spider, I would have seen it, and I didn’t. I guess you just pressed down on something sharp. Now, shall we get you cleaned up a bit?”
With that, Tom gently brushed me down and we headed out of this god forsaken jungle. Some adventure this had turned out to be.
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By the time we reached the cabin, the throb in my hand had dissipated and, unless I pressed directly onto the wound itself, I didn’t feel any real pain. In fact, I felt rather good. It was a sense of, well, I guess I didn’t have the words to describe it. I could no longer feel my pain, not in my hand nor anywhere else in my body. A simple wave of contentment was flowing through my veins. It was like, like everything had come together in that moment and my whole belonging seemed good; not a trouble in the world could worry me. I guess the cynic in me would have likened it to somewhere between the effects of happy pills and magic mushrooms.
“Why don’t you jump in the shower and clean yourself up?” came Tom’s relaxing voice. “Then we can have a look at that hand. I’m sure it’s nothing.”
I planted a gentle kiss on his lips. Tom was always so caring. Of course, what would be better than a warm shower, feeling the water cascade over my petite body. What could be better?
“Why don’t you join me?” I whispered into his ear, before turning and heading for the bathroom, a suggestive wiggle of my ass as I went.
After all, I had offered him that he could have his wicked way if he was my knight in shining armour. For sure he hadn’t disappointed in that respect, rescuing the fair damsel from her perils in the jungle. Now it was time for brave Sir Tom to get his just rewards and, with the way I now felt, I couldn’t wait to give them to him. I so hoped he would follow me, as Tom sure did look good this evening.
Reaching the rather oversized bathroom, I grabbed the handle for the shower and turned it on full blast, listening to the cascading water as I shifted my attention to disrobing. One by one I removed my soiled outer layers, leaving my petite frame covered in nothing more than a pair of black lace panties and matching bra. I glanced at myself in the mirror, something I never really did, and smiled at the young woman staring back at me. Then, as if performing to an invisible companion, I removed both remaining garments. There I stood, pale tan lines contrasting with my now golden-brown skin. I ran my hands across my body, sensitively caressing every inch of soft skin from my tiny A-cups, across washing-board stomach, through to narrow hips and clean-shaved mound.
“Yes,” I thought to myself. “How could Tom resist my wonderful young body; in fact, how could anyone resist my seductive charms?”
“Don’t be too long,” I called out grabbing a bar of soap and immersing myself into the torrent of steamy water.
Oh yes, it felt so good, so calming, so refreshing, as I lathered my young skin with silky, creamy suds. Had a shower ever felt so good? I couldn’t be sure, but there seemed to be an added tingle in my skin as I washed. It was like, well it was like everywhere I touched had become so receptive.
I was so engrossed in my own enjoyment that I didn’t even notice the door open and Tom sneak in behind. It was only when he wrapped his arms around me from behind that I realised my knight in shining armour had found his fair maiden. I snuggled myself into his manly arms, head back against his shoulder as I smiled up at him.
“So, brave young knight, you have found your fair maiden. What, may I ask, will you choose as your reward?”
Maybe he was taken aback by my directness, but Tom simply stood there. Had he forgotten my promise to him before we went for our walk? I could feel the heave of his chest as he considered. He was never usually this slow.
“I’m fine now,” I whispered. “You rescued me from my pit of peril and now it is only fair I repay my saviour with whatever treasures he desires.”
Maybe I had to help him make his mind up. Lathering myself up once more, I eased his arms apart, slowly moving one hand over my left breast and the other atop my shaven mound. Still he didn’t seem to get the message. Did I have to make it so obvious? Using my hands over his, I gently massaged at my soapy skin, at the same time grinding my pert ass into his naked body.
“Yesss,” I whispered, “that feels so good,” as he finally got the message.
I was standing on tiptoes, my legs splayed slightly and breath coming in short pants, as he worked me into a fervour; one hand was kneading my breasts in turn and the other having fun down below. I had moaned gently when his finger first reached between my legs and teased at my pussy lips. Moans soon became gasps as he dipped inside and found my clit. It was so simple, a single finger tracing tiny circles over the top of that little bundle of nerves, yet it had me quivering with desire the more he continued.
Head back, eyes screwed shut and my moans drowning out the noise of the cascading water, I felt the warmth inside. Still Tom continued, running deeper between my sodden lips before returning to my clit. I didn’t even mind that there was nothing inside me, that could come later, as long as he continued.
I tensed in his arms, trying to hold back the first ripples of orgasm, intent on prolonging the pleasure. Tom must have noticed too as he upped the pace. A second twinge of delight, then a third larger one. I was struggling, my body quivering slightly as I tried to hold back the flood. It was all in vain, as my legs collapsed beneath me and I screamed in pure carnal delight. It was just as well that Tom still had an arm around my chest, or I would have ended up in a heap on the floor.
I simply stood there, slumped in his arms, as I panted for breath. Somewhere behind, something nudged into my ass, something hard and long. Slowly I remembered. I had promised Tom whatever he wanted, and instead I had let him pleasure me. It was time to make amends.
Spinning around, as quickly as I dare in my post-euphoric state, I wrapped my hands behind his neck and kissed him. Tom responded in kind, our lips fused together in a tingling embrace. Without letting go, I took a step backwards pulling him with me. One small step at a time, I kept him shuffling until I felt the chill of the shower wall against my back. Still maintaining that sumptuous kiss, I lowered one hand and took hold of his rampant cock. Inside I felt the desire rise again, anticipating what was to come.
Back on tiptoes, I spread my legs and, with my hand around his shaft, I ran the tip of his cock along my still tender sex. Even having cum so hard, there was still a tingle of electricity as his head nudged between my sodden lips. I shuffled my feet forward slightly, and slowly moved him into position right over my pussy entrance. Finally, I broke that kiss and whispered.
“Take me, Tom. Make me cum again for you.”
This time he wasn’t slow on the uptake.
It was part gasp, part moan, as Tom pushed up inside. In one single movement he sank his long cock deep into my waiting pussy.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned, loving how full I felt.
Now it was his turn. Tom took control. Slowly at first, he worked his cock in and out of my pussy, my walls trying desperately to cling to his invading manhood. Responding to my every moan, he soon picked up the pace and before long was thrusting hard into my now aching sex, lifting my petite frame up against the wall every time he sank into me. I was in heaven once more, as those recent fires were starting to smoulder again.
“Deeper, Tom, deeper,” I moaned, lifting one leg, wrapping my foot around his hip for balance, and encouraging him to impale me further.
He did just that, his balls hitting against my ass as he thrust into me. Still though it wasn’t enough. I had an ache deep inside which just needed to be satisfied. Clinging on with my arms, I lifted my other leg and pulled myself up against his body. Suspended in mid-air, sandwiched between the chill of the wall and the heat of his manly chest, I finally had what I desired. Tom was a man possessed, ramming in and out of my burning sex, pushing me up and down the wall as he continued his assault on my senses.
Before long, I was screaming once more as I came in his arms, my head slumped over his shoulder. Still though he continued his incessant pace, driving me into a trembling wreck as wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body. My breathing was now ragged, breaking up my almost constant moans as I dug my nails into his back.
How long would he keep going?
The answer came soon enough, as his rhythmic fast fucking became more like hard sharp thrusts, each accompanied by a manly grunt. Four or five, the grunts getting louder, and then I felt it; streams of warm cum shot out from below, filling my insides. He fell still, and I just lay in his arms, recovering.
Every cloud has a silver lining, I thought to myself as I reflected on the ups and downs of a strange old day.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
If the day had been strange, the night was to be downright weird. It was Tom, some days later who filled in the blanks as all I could remember was the strangest of dreams, and yes, I’ve had some strange ones but this just topped the lot. I remember snuggling up with him, still content from the time together in the shower. I must have dozed off almost immediately as after that there was nothing but darkness.
How long had it been? I couldn’t be certain, but for sure I remembered how it all started. Shadows in the darkness, small scurrying shapes just out of focus yet all around me. The shiver in my skin as something crawled all over me. I wanted to reach out, to swipe them away but I couldn’t. Something was stopping me, holding me back, something sticky. In my dreamworld, my eyes shot open and there, under the gleam of a full moon, I could see them. Everywhere you looked, they stared back at me; hairy bodies atop eight sturdy legs, and those beady eyes. It was the eyes which sent the chill of fear through me.
I struggled, but to no avail. Pulling at my bindings, I soon realised that this web was strong enough to hold anything. Welcome to my parlour said the spider to the fly, and I was nothing more than the proverbial fly. I shook with fear as one by one the spiders crawled across my naked flesh. Naked? Why was I naked? Yes, after cumming so hard, I had gone to bed wearing nothing but my birthday suit, but why did I appear like that in my dream?
My legs, my arms, both were covered with scurrying spiders, but not one encroached on my naked torso. It was as if . . . as if . . . as if they were as scared as I was. Scared of what? I soon found out. In the distance a pair of eyes, glinting in the moonlight, approached. This one, significantly larger than the others, had no reservations in leaving the pack. I gasped. It was a spider no doubt, the largest one I had ever seen, — in actual fact I wouldn’t be exaggerating is I said that this particular spider was around the size of a large dinner plate — with a body covered in “keep away” markings and deep piercing eyes atop its head. I shivered at the feel of legs as it crept deliberately across my bare mound, over my stomach and slowly up my naked chest. There it sat, staring back at me, legs spanning both breasts.
I screamed — later Tom would tell me that the scream was only the start — as I watched its fang like mouthparts quiver. And then I felt it, the searing pain followed by the throbbing. This time though it was no longer in my hand. It was just as before, but this time it was flooding through my body, emanating from my chest outwards. Had the damn thing bitten me again? I bucked on the web as my body writhed in fire, excruciating pain flowing from my core towards my extremities. It was then that I heard it, a rasping voice, a female voice.
“Don’t fight it, my girl.”
Who was it? I glanced around, but nobody was to be seen, nobody apart from the . . . I screamed again . . . the spiders. Here I was listening to and understanding this giant spider.
“Who . . . what . . . how?” I was gasping single words between haggard breaths.
“It will soon pass, and then . . .”
By now the pain had centralised. I could feel it thumping in my heart and at the same time burning deep in my loins.
“. . . then . . . then you can be one with us.”
“Who . . . are . . . you?” I managed to call out.
“Oh, yes my girl. How rude of me not to make introductions. Once I was like you, many years ago, but now . . . well, now I am so much more, and these, well these are my family.”
“But . . . but . . . you’re a spider. How can I . . .”
“How can you be talking to a spider? You have a short memory don’t you. I told you that once I was like you.”
“Like me?”
“Yes, would you like to see me as I was?”
Did I nod, or was I just shaking with fear? Either way, it was obviously taken as a sign of agreement. I watched as the spider jumped off my naked chest, flying into the air. It was all a blur as the beast grew and morphed. Some legs grew, others shrank as a vision of womanhood appeared out of the shadows. Yes, a woman, seemingly as young as I was and equally naked, yet that was where the similarity ended. I had two arms and two legs. She had an extra two pairs of rather small arm like appendages coming out of her sides. Her breasts, firm and pointed, stood out from her tiny frame, and I imagined her as a mother with her mammaries engorged with milk. I could almost see myself suckling down on each in turn.
“So, now you see who I am, or more so who I have become.”
A penny dropped. Was she? Could she be?”
“Are you . . . did you . . . were you the one who disappeared?”
“Oh, no,” she almost smiled as she responded. “I did not disappear, I just became someone else, someone better.”
“You worked with the scientist guy back at the house?”
“Yes, that was me. He was such a good scientist, an eminent geneticist you know, and all of his work was cutting edge. In fact, it was so cutting edge that he was often sneered at. You see, he believed that we all came from the same building blocks and as such we could take the best from any organism and make it better. Can you see how the scientific world would turn its back on him?”
I nodded, somehow taken in by this surreal image of a spider woman.
“So, he came here. It was so ideal. Out of the public eye, and with a plethora of subjects, he could simply experiment. Did I tell you how good he was?”
I nodded once more.
“Well, maybe he was too good. You see, some of his experiments actually worked. Some would say he was a bit like Frankenstein creating his monster, but I . . . well I would just say thank you.”
“Thank you?”
“Yes, thank you. His experiments made me this way. He always told me to stay away, but they were so cute. Little monkeys you see, and I just had to hold one. I never knew about the spiders until . . . well . . . until I felt it bite me, just like you felt the same in the jungle. I guess the monkey must have knocked the tank over and they escaped. He was working on some sort of . . . well enough to say that he thought he could merge human and arachnid DNA together. He thought he could make a real Spiderman, just like in the movies.”
“And did he?”
“Well, what do you think? It was just unfortunate that he never lived long enough to see what he had created. And now . . . now we will soon have one more. I told you not to fight it, you’ll only make it feel worse.”
I fought against my bindings, listening to her laughter at my futile struggles. Once again Tom would tell me that I was tossing and turning for most of the night, my skin burning up as he tried to cool my fever with dampened towels. That rasping laughter was the last I remembered, as psychedelic images now filled my mind; hallucinogenic images of spiders and webs mixed in with pictures of naked beauty, seduction and fulfilment.
The burn was deep inside, pounding in my heart and aching in my sex. In my mind though, I had . . . I had . . . I had just one desire, to be one with my new family.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Two days later we were back home, having cut our stay short.
“You really had me worried,” said Tom as we walked back into his apartment.
He had insisted on looking after me for a few days, just to make sure that all was okay. I didn’t need it, but however much I tried to convince him, he was having none of it. So, in the end I agreed, but only until the weekend. After that I would move back to my place. It was what I liked about Tom, for all he could be distant at times he really did have a caring side. No sooner had we unpacked than there was a steaming bath waiting for me.
“Go on,” he said, “chill out for a while whilst I get us some food.”
It was so nice of him. To be honest I was feeling a lot better, but I was not quite myself. The fever had gradually diminished, the thump in my heart had gone, but the ache in my loins was still there. Slowly I disrobed. There was nothing sensual in the way I tentatively removed each item of clothing, glancing in the mirror as I went. It was like . . . like I was checking that I hadn’t grown extra legs and large pointed breasts. I sighed. Yes, I still had two arms and two legs, and my breasts, well they seemed just like I remembered them albeit there was that continued added sensitivity in my skin. I sank myself into the foam-covered water and sighed. It was so nice to be back home. What happened on the island was in the past and I could soon put it all behind me.
The calming lavender fragrance had me chilling out. I rested my head back and closed my eyes. I was almost asleep when I heard her voice in my mind.
“Good,” she whispered. “You are over the worst. Now, my girl, as each day goes by you will know more of what you are becoming.”
I opened my eyes and shook my head, trying to get that voice out of my mind, but it was no good. I glanced around the room. There was nobody in sight, no living creature, nothing at all bar for a small spider up against the ceiling. I looked at it, half imagining that it was this eight-legged creature who was now talking to me.
“Where are you? What do you want?” I whispered the words out loud.
“Well those are very profound questions. Where am I? I guess I am in you. Can’t you feel my presence flowing through your young body? Have you forgotten already?”
As if on command the throb in my hand returned, a clear reminder of that spider bite. Was I still dreaming or was I really under her control?
“What do you want?” I whispered again.
“Oh yes, what do I want? I guess I want to help you, maybe guide you through your transformation. There is no going back now, so isn’t it fair that I make it easy for you?”
“It’s a dream, just a dream. She’s in my mind. Nothing more than a feverish delusion,” I whispered to myself, trying to dispel any notion of that jungle trip.
“Have it your way. I guess you don’t want to know what is going to happen to you. Maybe you can already feel it starting. Is there still an ache deep inside?”
I was almost believing the voice in my head. Deep down there was still something. It was nowhere near as bad as that first night, but it was still there, an aching pain as if something was pulling at my insides, twisting, contorting and reforming my inner most workings.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Well, let’s say it is the spider in you coming to the fore. It starts inside, invisible changes as you become one with your new self. Then comes the visible. You can deny it all you want, but over the next few weeks it will happen.”
“What will happen?”
“I thought you didn’t want to know. Wasn’t it all a dream?”
I was confused. I didn’t want to accept, yet I needed to know. Was I still dreaming?
“Tell me!” I commanded.
“Now, now, that’s no way to treat your new family, is it? Let me see. Oh yes . . . the breasts come first, firming up as your poison sacs start to develop.”
“Poison?”
“Well, more of a relaxant than a poison, but I guess too much of a good thing could kill.”
“Am I going to become a spider like you?”
“All in good time, but that is well down the line. The legs, the ability to spin webs and to transform will take some effort. Oh, I nearly forgot. There is the desire, that irrepressible desire to mate. You’ll find your needs becoming stronger . . . animal urges which just have to be satisfied. Oh, and yes, spiders lay eggs don’t they. I guess you’ll work that one out for yourself. Just remember though, in our world the female of the species usually ends up killing the male. So, if you love that man of yours then you’ll find a way to leave him before it’s too late.”
“Nooo!” I practically shouted, eliciting an immediate response from downstairs.
Hearing the footsteps bounding up the stairs, I jumped out of the bath, splashing water across the tiled floor. I was just picking up a towel when Tom bounded in.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, a worried expression on his face.
“I’m fine,” came a half lie of a response. “I guess I must have been dreaming again.”
Tom just stood there; his eyes transfixed on my naked body. It was my turn to doubt myself and ask the obvious question.
“Is there something wrong, Tom? You seem to be staring at me.”
I glanced up and down my own body, expecting to see an extra set of legs or maybe some spidery hair where it shouldn’t have been. To me though I just looked like the same old Melanie, at least on the outside I did. So, why then was Tom staring so intently?
“Tom?”
“Oh . . . yes . . . I mean no . . . I . . . well . . . I was just admiring how beautiful you are. I’m sure you’ve toned up even more whilst we were away.”
I sighed. Tom always knew what to say to make me happy. Wrapped up in the large bath sheet I snuggled into his arms, rested my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes. It was no good though. I just couldn’t get those words out of my mind. I did love Tom, and for sure I didn’t want to hurt him, but could I just up and leave?
I got my answer as the week’s went by. Things were certainly changing; some for the better and some for the worse. For one, that aching pain inside — the one which felt like somebody was gently rearranging my innards — had gone. Things still felt different, maybe tighter down below, but at least there was no discomfort anymore, so that had to be a good thing.
It wasn’t the only change though. Tom eluded to me looking just that bit more attractive when we got back from our holiday. Well, now I was noticing it for myself. My figure was changing, only gradually but most definitely changing. I guess I was becoming . . . well, what’s the word . . . sharper. If you imagined those comic book figures of female characters adorned with thin waists and angular breasts, then actually I was some way towards joining that clan. All over I had lost some weight, becoming more toned and defined. All over, that was, apart from up top. Just like the voice had said, my breasts had filled out; almost too heavy to seem natural, conical protrusions now adorned my petite chest.
I couldn’t help myself but glance in the mirror, a female Adonis now intent on admiring her own beauty. There was something about the woman who stared back at me . . . something . . . something . . . something irrepressibly desirable.
Even out and about I sort of felt the eyes burning down on me. I’d done everything I could to avoid attention, keeping my rather tame shoulder length haircut and dressing positively normal in a bid to go unnoticed. It was though as if I exuded something, some invisible attraction which just had people turning and looking. I almost felt I could have the pick of the lot, but still I only had eyes for one person and that was Tom.
He’d noticed too. Initially it was easy to explain. I’d tell him how I wanted to look better for my darling lover. But soon he became more inquisitive. It was just too quick to be natural and I guessed that Tom realised the same.
“I’m worried, Mel,” he would say, his eyes transfixed on my naked sexuality.
“But I’ve never felt better,” would come my reply.
To be honest, it was a truthful reply. I had never felt better, inside and out. I was in the best shape of my life and now seemed to have a purpose; oh, and the sex life was second to none. Tom had a real penchant for my new figure. He loved the prominent hips, tiny waist and most of all those full breasts. It was like we had suddenly found foreplay, with the way he would stroke, massage and suckle on my tender nubs.
As each day passed, our mutual enjoyment grew. I could see it in Tom and the way he stood to attention, harder and longer than ever before. Inside, my own desire was becoming an addiction.
It was like I needed to . . . I had to . . . I just couldn’t stop myself . . . I had this irresistible need to have sex.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Several weeks later, the unthinkable happened. In all of our newfound excitement, I had sort of forgotten about those words of foreboding. On this day in particular the desire had reached breaking point. Even before I reached Tom’s place, I could feel the anticipation inside. No, anticipation was the wrong word. It was a sort of infatuation, my mind fixed on a single subject as I neared his house. All I could think about was getting laid, feeling his cock explode inside my waiting womb. Womb? Strange, I thought to myself, why was I associating images of childbirth with a desire to get laid? It’s not like it was the first time we had made out, but today just seemed different.
Then there was the voice, once more filling my subconscious.
“Do you feel it? Do you feel the need inside? You’ll know what to do.”
Oh yes, for sure I felt the need. It was like a raging fire waiting to be quenched. The way I felt, I would have taken him right here and now on the open street. By the time he opened the door, seemingly taking an age after my knock, I was simply desperate. Should I have been questioning why I felt this way? I guess so, but the thought never crossed my mind. All I knew was that I needed to be fucked and fucked quickly.
“Melanie,” Tom announced in a gleeful welcome, “I thought you were never . . .”
“Cumming?” I retorted. “Don’t worry, I couldn’t wait to cum over.”
“What? Are you . . . mmmph.”
He never finished his question, my lips clamping down on his in the most passionate of embraces. I grabbed his shirt, a hand on both shoulders, and pushed him back inside. With a kick of my foot the door slammed shut behind us. Alone at last, nobody was going to stop me in my hour of need. In a sort of excited frenzy, our lips barely parted as I worked our way into the living room, at the same time practically pulling the buttons open on his shirt.
“Whoa!” Tom exclaimed, gasping for breath as he briefly broke our kiss. “Hold your horses, Mel. Dinner will be ready soon and we’ll have plenty of time for that later.”
“No, you don’t. I have a deep burning desire and only one thing can satisfy the fires inside. I think you know what I need.”
By now his shirt was hanging open, the tails pulled out of his jeans. Back locked in that tingling embrace, and with a sixth sense dexterity, I released his belt and undid each button on his fly. Then, in one single movement I sank to my knees, pulling his jeans down with me. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his trunks and smiled at the thought that this would soon be mine.
“But,” he continued to argue. “What about the dinner?”
“I’m sure it will keep for a few minutes,” I whispered back in my most persuasive voice.
“I can see somebody agrees with me,” I continued, running a hand across his bulge.
Before he had the chance to argue some more, I had a hand on each side of his trunks, my thumbs looped inside his waistband. I looked up at Tom, winked in a most enticing way, and slowly pulled downwards. My heart was pounding with excitement as I watched his almost hard cock emerge from within. In that moment, nothing could look more appealing.
“How about we have desserts first,” I giggled as I turned my attention to his waiting cock, the trunks now around his ankles alongside his jeans. I kissed his head, feeling it twitch with excitement at my gentle touch. “Now, would you rather I pulled them back up again?” I stroked gently at his manhood, feeling it grow in my hands as I teased him into life.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, enjoying the attention. One by one, and I guessed as a sign of acceptance, Tom wriggled his feet out of his trousers and pants. Somehow, he even managed to pull his socks off with no hands. The last to go was the shirt, falling to the floor behind him and leaving my darling lover standing there naked. I smiled up at him, before pursing my lips in a little circle. There was nothing hidden about my intentions, as I mimicked taking his cock inside. I knew how much he enjoyed the touch of my mouth around his head, and how quickly it would get him rock hard.
Easing back his foreskin, I revealed the deep purply-red head and gently kissed his tender flesh on all sides. I was in teasing mode, the gentlest kisses interspersed with a lick of my tongue, as I nudged his own level of desire to almost desperation. By now his quickened breathing simply told me to move on. Starting slow, I would ease his cock in and out of my mouth, adding just enough suction as I pulled off to make him groan with delight. Little flicks of my tongue and then a rapid bobbing up and down on his head would have him begging for more. By the time I sank myself down, swallowing as I went to take him as deep as I could, you could have thought Tom had died and gone to heaven. It was a very inapt choice of expression.
Some days I would have let him unload there and then, but today I just needed to feel him flooding my aching sex. I pulled back, leaving his now glistening cock hanging in mid-air as I stood back up. A teasing flick with my hand had his member bouncing up and down. Tom was still contemplating my assault on his manhood so much that he didn’t even consider my next step until it was too late. With an almighty shove I had him reeling backwards, landing in a heap on the sofa.
“What!” he exclaimed, trying to get his breath back.
I didn’t give him the courtesy of an answer. He was where I wanted him, and I just couldn’t wait to straddle his now upright cock. I was all for hiking my skirt up and jumping on him, when the voice came back in my head.
“Slowly,” it said. “You’ll find it easier if he relaxes, he won’t fight back then. I think you know what I mean.”
I shook my head, just a little and not enough for Tom to notice. I was still pondering those words when a tingle in my breasts appeared from nowhere. Now I had both the raging desire in my loins and a nagging need to have him suckle on me. It was so intense that I never even considered the thought as to why he would want to fight back. Like a seasoned performer, I stood right in front of my lover and gave him the most seductive strip. The way his eyes almost leapt out of his face told me Tom was enjoying every minute of my show.
“Now, did you say something about dinner?” I teased, catching the aroma drifting in from the kitchen.
It was Tom’s turn to be animated, reaching out and practically yanking me on top of him. It was as much a case of letting him feel he was in control. For sure I could have easily resisted, such had my strength increased over the last few weeks, but this way was much more playful. I straddled his legs with my stomach up against his, and his hardened manhood sandwiched in between. I couldn’t resist a little wiggle, feeling him pressing into me.
Pulling back a little, I turned my attention to the need up top. It didn’t take Tom long to get the message as I waved my firm tits in front of his face. I felt his tongue lick at one nipple after the other, sending a shiver of electricity through my body. It was good, but not enough. I needed something more. I needed . . . as Tom opened his mouth for another lick, I thrust forward sending my waiting nipple into his mouth.
“Mmmm,” Tom moaned as his lips surrounded my hard nub.
Slowly at first, but picking up speed, he sucked and nibbled at each nipple in turn.
“Yes,” I encouraged him. “You like that, don’t you? You just can’t get enough of my spidery tits.”
He shook his head, dislodging my nipple from his mouth.
“What do you mean spidery?”
“Oh, sorry, must have been a flashback to that dream. I keep having them. You know, thinking I’m a sort of spider woman. They’ll have me growing extra legs before too long. How silly would that be? Now, how about you suckle a bit more on my spidery tits. They so want to feel your lips squeeze down on the soft flesh. I’m sure it will be most relaxing.”
“Relaxi . . .” his voice tailed off as I placed my hardened nipple back into the warmth of his mouth.
“Now, isn’t that better?” I asked.
I got a sort of muffled agreement, Tom seemingly unable to release his attention from my tempting tits. Before long he was fixed on like a baby might latch on to its mother’s breasts. He was sucking so hard that I half expected to fill his mouth with milk. Still though I encouraged him to continue, a strange feeling welling up deep in my flesh. Was this how a mother felt as she fed her child? Then it happened, the most bizarre feeling of all, as a trickle did seem to escape from my teased nipple. I must have dreamt it, but no . . .there was a second trickle, then a third. It was like . . . like . . . Tom was milking me.
To say I was confused was an understatement. I hadn’t given birth so why were my breasts leaking into his mouth? I pulled back, expecting a reaction from Tom. What I got though was not the reaction I was expecting. He just seemed so relaxed, barely minding that I had withdrawn his toys. Then I remembered. That time in the bathroom, I had questioned the idea of poison and she had said it was more like a relaxant. Well, if this was it, then Tom was certainly relaxed. There was a glazed sheen in his eyes which suggested the same. Wondering just how relaxed he was, I picked myself up off his lap.
“Don’t go,” he practically pleaded, “come back and play.”
“Oh, I’m not going anywhere. I’m like that spider which you keep throwing out of the window but always finds a way of coming back.”
“Well, come back to me now my spider woman. I need to . . . need to . . . need to . . .”
“Need to drink more of more spidery juices? If I let you have more, will you let me feel your manly seed fertilising my babies?”
“Yes,” he practically pleaded. “You can have everything so long as I get to play with your succulent tits.”
It was like he had become infatuated, not only relaxed but now sort of desperate for more of the same. The voice had called it both a relaxant and a poison. Yet, here was Tom calling out for more, seemingly hooked on whatever sweet taste it left in his mind.
“And, if I took your seed in exchange for my eggs, would you still say yes?”
“Yes,” came an almost delirious reply.
“And, if this spider was casting a fatal web, would you still willingly allow her into your lair?”
“Yes,” he called, beckoning me forward. “Come, into my lair, come seduce your waiting lover with your spidery charms.”
Why all the questions? Did it make me feel less guilty at what might happen? He had invited me on to him, hadn’t he? And who was I to turn down such a tasty offering.
“Shuffle down a little,” I whispered, pulling at his knees to give him a clear idea of what I wanted.
He did just that, hanging his ass off the front of the sofa and sort of slumping back into the soft leather cushions. It was perfect, his rampant cock — was I dreaming or was he actually more engorged than normal? — now pointing obscenely towards the ceiling. It was all the encouragement I needed, the burning fire down below now coming to the fore again. Slowly, I straddled him once more, kneeling high above his legs.
“Looks like somebody’s just a little excited. What would you like me to do about it?”
“Fuck me,” he responded. “I want to feel you fuck me with your spidery cunt.”
“Are you sure, Tom?”
“Yes,” he practically pleaded. “Can’t you see how much I want you?”
I let go of his cock and ran my fingers across my aching sex. I sort of knew that I was already damp, but still was surprised at how wet my lips were. Pulling them apart, I dipped a finger inside before returning back to the waiting cock. Lowering my knees, I inched closer and closer until his head was gently nudging up against my warmth.
“Tell me, Tom. Tell me how much you want me.”
Just the touch of his cock up against my sex had him breathing quickly. I waited for his reply, but no words came. Instead, he placed a hand on each of my hips and pulled me down on to him. I gasped as I felt my opening stretch over his large cock. In one single movement I had gone from teasing his waiting head to having him impale himself inside my tight little pussy. I rested for a moment, offering him my breast once more as I enjoyed the feeling of being stuffed with his manhood.
I felt his grip release from my hips, Tom now seeming rather sleepy as he lay back on the sofa.
“That’s it, my lover,” I whispered. “Just relax and let me look after you. I’ll make sure we enjoy every moment.”
With that I started to ride, slowly at first as I ground up against his balls and then picking up speed. Before long there was nothing sensual about this fuck. I was practically bouncing up and down on his cock, in rhythm to a sort of carnal overture. The sofa squeaked with every move, Tom himself was grunting and I . . .well, suffice to say I was in a wold of my own, practically screaming with passion as I worked myself to a crescendo.
I came first, slamming myself down on his cock as I stiffened around him. It was an orgasm unlike any other and I practically thought my pussy was still working his cock inside as I pulsated wildly. Then it all happened in an instant. Tom, grunted hard as he flooded my insides with his warm seed, screamed then went quiet. I’d felt it myself, my pussy stiffening and then something shooting out from inside before disappearing once more. I simply sat there, his cock deep inside my pussy, the only sound now being his fast yet shallow breathing.
It was like . . . like . . . like Tom was falling asleep in front of me. Wrapping my arms around him, I snuggled up close.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “I need to tell you, it was the best.”
I climbed off, glancing down at the redness just in front of his now relaxing cock.
Inside, I knew what I had done. Just like the voice had said, I had mated. And just as she had suggested, the female of this species usually kills the male.
It was the smell which hit me next, a sort of burning coming from behind. Rushing over, I grabbed at the cooker knobs and quickly turned off the gas. We never did have that last dinner, the vegetables now burnt on the bottom of the pan and my lover seemingly drifting off to an eternal sleep. I quickly grabbed my clothes, dressed and left, before I could have too many regrets.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was a month or so later when there was a knock at the door. I’d only just gotten out of the shower and thought better of answering. There it was again. Whoever was outside was definitely persistent. I grabbed for a robe, wrapping it around my still damp body and headed downstairs. With the chain in place, I opened the door an inch or so.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“Police,” came the reply. “I wondered if we could have a chat Mrs. Williams.”
“It’s Miss,” I responded. “Can I ask what it is about?”
“I think it is better if we talk inside. It is about your partner, Tom Armstrong.”
Suddenly I was back to remembering that last night together, my heart split between sadness for the end of our wonderful romance and the knowledge that Tom had helped on my journey to becoming what I now am.
I opened the door and let the officer in. He was older than me, maybe what I would have termed middle aged, and in good shape for his years. There was something about him though, something that I realised could turn out to be serious. I sat on the sofa and the policeman on a neighbouring armchair.
“What is it?” I asked. “I haven’t seen Tom for a while. We’re, sort of, not together any more.”
“Well, you see, that is the problem. One of the neighbours called us to say that they had not seen Mr. Armstrong for some time either, so we paid him a visit.”
“And did you find him?”
“Yes, we found him, and that is why we would like a conversation. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but when we found Mr. Armstrong he was already dead. In fact, he had been dead for some time.”
“How long do you think?”
“That is a difficult one. By the way, when did you last see him?”
“I guess it was a month or so ago. Why?”
“We just need to be clear of what happened. It is a little confusing at the moment and maybe you could shed some light. You see, there are a few things we need to clarify. First of all was the state of his kitchen. The table was laid for two people, and on the cooker hob were pans of what seemed like burnt food, albeit a little mouldy given the time. Then there was a pair of women’s panties which we found near the body, size eight in red if I recollect. Finally, and you just have to trust me as this is a bit strange, was the state of the house. Everywhere you looked just seemed to be covered in spider webs.”
I swallowed hard. I’d left that night hoping the voice might be wrong and that Tom would wake up after I had gone, yet deep in my heart I sort of knew the answer. That sadness though was tempered by a feeling of joy at knowing my children were alive and well. There was one question in my mind which, although probably incriminating, I just had to ask.
“And, was his body . . . well . . . was he like a dried-out shell of himself?”
“How did you know that Miss Williams? I need to warn you that anything you now say may be used in evidence and it might harm . . .”
I cut him off. My mind was already one step ahead of him.
“I’m sorry, just a guess,” I replied, standing up. “It must be the shock, but I feel a bit hot. Would you mind so much if I slipped off this robe?”
“Not at all,” came the policeman’s reply, his eyes down at his notepad as he started to write.
I dropped the robe and simply stood there, waiting for him to finish. He did and looked up at my naked body.
“Miss Williams,” he started to say, “do you think you should put . . .”
He never quite finished his sentence, his mind somewhat distracted by my naked form. I ran my hand over my firm breasts, taking a step towards the confused policeman. He simply sat there, his eyes transfixed on my body, his mind most likely wondering just what would happen next.
“You like them, don’t you?” I asked, taking his hand and placing it on my left breast. “How about we get a little more comfortable?”
He pulled away in an act if resistance, not a convincing one but at least his professionalism was trying to come through.
“Miss Williams . . .” he started.
“Please,” I cut in, “you can call me Mel. Now, you’re really cute and I do like a man in uniform. What’s the problem with a little harmless fun and then you can go back to your notes? I’m sure nobody would miss you for an hour or so, and I wouldn’t tell anyone. What do you say?”
By now I was practically sitting across his lap, my breasts hanging in front of his face.
“Go on,” I whispered, “they are beautiful aren’t they.”
He nodded, as if under some spell.
“Wouldn’t you like to take one in your mouth, to feel your lips around my hardened nipple? Go on, I won’t tell.”
Slowly he opened his mouth, placing his lips over my waiting nub.
“Why don’t you suckle on it, just like mama used to let you do when you were little. My Tom really enjoyed the same.”
The End.