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Would I die now?
An early death seemed fateful and gentle compared to rotting beneath the water.
She wasn’t drowning me?
Not...drowning.
The relief that flooded me was wrong; nothing about this situation was good.
Two legs inserted hooks into the corners of my mouth, forcing my lips to part, teeth clanking on shell while I gaped at her like a plastic clown waiting for the ball toss at the fair.
Drool ran down my chin, everything flowed fast—my heart pounding.
But in the universe time was infinite. For a long second, the spider woman studied me. Large, multifaceted globes blinked into kohl-painted human eyes. The flash from woman to spider and back flickered like static across my mind.
Fear crawled into me, burrowing past my defenses and into my mind. Already so hard to think—my cock aching and inexplicably hard.
Scared stiff.
I waited for the Darkness to laugh, to taunt me with it, but the Darkness was quiet.
Too quiet.
Before I had time to ponder that, a third leg appeared then flowed into a new shape—phallic at the tip. The leg-penis bore down on my mouth and began to screw itself in. Once it reached the back of my throat I’d suffocate.
The Jorogumo humped against my cock—soft feminine curves molding against me, rubbing over me, unbalancing me.
Fuck.
My mind spaced out for a few liquid, slow seconds, then restarted as my throat convulsed around the hard chitin penetrating me.
The thrash was involuntary. The hiss as we rubbed up together stuck in my throat.
The beat of my heart seemed to strain against her bonds.
Desperate, I forced all of what strength I had into my right hand—the bondage there seemed the loosest.
If I could just touch her.
Hurt her.
Rip off her head.
I’d be fine.
All I needed was to free my hand, and tear it down to finger bones if needed.
Louder shrieks and a shudder running through the Jorogumo made me guess Zara was somehow still alive and attacking. Zara had the knife...
Don’t fucking lose the knife.
I visualized it with all my willpower and then...I punched upward.
Punch through her. Keep going.
Silk shredded under the blow. Creature silk.
It isn’t real. None of her is real.
