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Monday, July 14, 2014

Story RP | Spider Breeding

      This little story was another exercise I attempted for a request at a spider-breeding scenario. I must admit while I haven’t ever written one before to completion (A Mythological Trip isn’t completed still, cough cough…), similar thoughts of monstrous breedings have definitely crossed my mind. If you are into inhuman monsters seizing and breeding a human woman with a brood of spiders, read on!

      You better be careful while exploring the deep jungle caves of the Amazon. You never know what beasts you might encounter, ones far too terrible to imagine. But you can't help yourself - you are an explorer that cannot deny her instincts. That instinct has saved you more times that you can count, and the same instinct is exactly what caught you in this mess.

      Webs cling to your half-naked skin, thick as ropes and pale as moonlight. You hardly remember stumbling into the cave or falling into the crevice within, not that it matters anymore. You see something coming from the ceiling. The dark shape descends towards you, a great almond-shaped beast the size of a small car, and sporting eight hideous legs.

      A spider, unimaginably huge, lands all around you. Its inhuman face stares at your body with eight red eyes. You scream and flail, but the webbing just catches you up like a net around a fish. The beast paws at you, its sharp forelimbs scratching and tearing the thin clothes from your chest and legs. The tattered remains still cling to your sweaty skin, but your bra and panties are shredded, leaving you exposed to the humid air of the dank cave.

      You scream for help, voice echoing in the darkness, but no one hears you save the monster. In a flash its fangs find your naked waist, and you feel a pinch on either side of your hips. Venom. It is poisoning you. But as your vision falls into a haze you notice you are not passing out. No, worse than that, you are getting horny. So horny that your pussy begins to moisten and twitch. And want.

      Toxins course through your veins, and all your foolish mind can think about it getting filled and fucked. Now the beast’s soft-padded palps feel like eager hands along you, groping your full tits, your empty belly, and between your self-spreading legs. Thought flees your intoxicated mind, and when you see the spider rear up and a long ovipositor extend from its swollen abdomen, your hips buck towards it.

      The ovipositor is as long as your torso, thin and bumped and ridged unlike any human cock ever could be. Its soft-leather texture rubs up between your tits and down your belly, testing your belly button to see if it could inseminate you there. "Fuck me," a part of you moans, bound and about to be bred by this monstrous spider.

      When the tip of the beast's organ touches your dripping pussy lips, it drills in. Not like a man who would prod and push its way, its slimy member forces your lips apart and sinks deep into your wonton hole without effort. The stretching is unlike anything you've ever felt, and as you scream another toxic pinch on your neck sends you into an instant orgasm.

      Your human pussy grips and milks on the arachnoid tube pressing into your depths, and you feel its thin tip touching, almost lick your cervix. It wants in. As the new poison infects your brain, you want nothing more than for this beast to fuck you, mate with you, even breed you. A thousand images of its terrible brood bursting from your pushing cunt, a belly full of wriggling spiders inside their human host, flash before your eyes. Are they your thoughts, the poison’s? Do you even have any thoughts of your own anymore?

      And then you feel that thin-tipped member penetrate your cervix, and push its thickness in. What would have agonized before now provides the greatest pleasure as the spider’s shaft lurches into your fertile womb. A little egg of your own is there, waiting for a man to impregnate you, to make you into a mother. But it will never get the chance. The moment you feel that huge shaft enter your womb you feel the shaft begin to pulse and writhe rhythmically, pushing lumps the size of baseballs down its shaft and towards your impaled cunt.

      You can't stop them, nor want to. The first presses a moment against the ring of your too-tight pussy, and then with a jerk and slip it slides into your gaping hole. You scream and arch, stuck in the webs and creaming around the leathery ovipositor as you feel that thick lump, in fact a collection of tiny spheres, traveling deeper and deeper into you. And you feel the strain and relief as it pops through your tight cervix and sprays dozens of tiny beads into your confused and enraptured womb.

      A slime also begins to pour out of you after ten such lumps disappear into your pussy. You instinctively know what it is: Semen. Billions and trillions of spider spermatozoa that broodmother stored from her hundred mates, now pumping hotly into your swollen belly. Yes, swollen. Even now your once flat tummy bulges beneath your belly button and pulses every time another pop and burst of eggs and sperm escape into your belly. Like a tire inflating pump by pump, you are being inseminated and impregnated over and over again with babies not your own.

      Shivering, cumming, wailing, the poison warps your mind so much that you know not how much time has passed anymore. The spider rubs and tickles your belly with her palps, appraising how well your tan belly takes its eggs, how well its human eggsack is taking its implantation. And when you feel you can't take any more, when your belly is as ponderous and smooth as a huge beachball, it slowly pulls out its ovipositor from your thoroughly impregnated cunt. Your stretched hole pours slime and wasted eggs out in a gush, as if a hundred men had cum inside you all at once.

      Then, wrapping you up in soft silk so that only your quivering lower body was exposed, the spider injects you with more toxins that paralyze you with endless pleasure. Quaking and shivering the next few days as you feel the spider eggs inside you growing, you cum lewdly into its silken webs. By the end there is a puddle of your grool and the spider’s ever-flowing semen pooling beneath your weakly kicking legs, your gravid belly poking out in places amongst the binding webs.

      And then you go into labor. God knows how many days or weeks had passed since it inseminated you, fertilized its own eggs inside your willing womb, but now you felt the thousands of eggs inside you squirming, jiggling, pleasuring you like an endless chain of beaded vibrators. Your cervix dilates just an inch, and then you feel a rush as the first of your inhuman babies pop free.

      Each the size of a quarter, your climaxing pussy holds dozens of them tight before relenting to the onslaught and releasing them in wet, slopping bunches. Amdist your shameless moans your cunt gushes out clutches of matured eggs into the silken cradle their true mother wove below.

      Still cumming like a mindless pleasure-slave you bear down, forcing more of your adopted arachnid babies to come free, spurting forth like salmon spawn, a thousand times more pleasurable than any human birth could ever be. Your belly slowly deflates as you pet it, feeling all those monstrous babies tittering and wriggling inside your womb as your birth them. The poison has all but devoured your mind, and tears of abject joy stream down your face as you watch your eggs pile up beneath you.

      After hours of cumming and giving birth, you feel the last of your eggs slip down your barely-quivering pussy and slop down onto the mountain you spawned. Panting, gasping, your mind fried from pleasure, you see the massive spider rush over and wrap its eggs tightly in a silken bag and scuttle away. Finally, your ordeal is over...

      But just as you begin to feel your stretched and ruined pussy, realizing no man could ever satisfy you again, the dark shape moves back slowly - eggsack gone, and its huge ovipositor emerging again from its abdomen.

      And this time, you spread your legs and moan as its fangs sink into your neck.

13 comments:

  1. Great read! Totally sexy!
    I'm not usually into spider-impregnation, but this one was just too good to not enjoy it!

    Keep on it, you are doing great!

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  2. A great read as usual
    -F
    (\ /)
    (^.^)
    (uu)

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    1. Is that you, far-flung friend of mine? That bunny is superior to my own!

      ( /(^.^)\ )

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  3. It alway has been
    (X.X (O-(^.^Q)
    -F

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    1. Ever the meanieface, but that's what I like about you. You should send me a message - we could catch up and continue on our own stories.

      <(^.^<) ^( ^.^ )^ (>^.^)>

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  4. Holy fuck I'm hard... I need to unload as bad as that spider about now!

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  5. Love this story! Actually, I found it after reading the one of the Minotaur as well as the one of the demon. I have a liking for non-humans breeding humans but it's so rare to find. I really hope you'll write more!

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  6. I'm not use to stuff like this but hot damn I'm soaked.

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