Succubus Ranch Ch. 06

"Trying to escape already, my little fly?" came the voice from above him. Mark suddenly caught a slight difference in that voice than Regina's, but they sounded very similar. "Most of my prey doesn't struggle so much after my sister has toyed with them. You're going to be a fun one, aren't you?"

Mark suddenly felt a rush of fear enter his body and course through his veins. He started to struggle harder on top of what he guessed really was a web. As he tried to toss and turn from side to side to break free, the web began to bounce with his efforts. Unexpectedly, his body finally rolled over, but he could still feel the web on his backside as his body came to land, face down, on another part of the web.

"Aww, how sweet," came the sensual voice from above him again. "You've wrapped yourself up for me, already. But, as I'm sure you will agree soon enough, I can do a much better job of wrapping you tightly in my silky embrace."

Once again, lying on his stomach, and bound by the sticky web, Mark's penis jerked at the thought of being embraced in something silky. As if thinking for itself, the little head felt the soft sticky silk it was trapped in when it jerked and twitched some more. Mark suppressed his groan of pleasure, his mind trying to keep control and hoping to figure out a way from becoming a cocooned desiccated corpse, hanging from the ceiling.

He felt movement on the web from where the voice had come from, and his position now allowed him to look up with his eyes and slightly raise his head. What greeted his eyes first was the largest spider's body he had ever seen, but with only four legs instead of eight. They came to hard points, each one taking easy steps on the white sticky webbing toward Mark. He was unable to bring his eyes any further up the body of the spider that was approaching him, but if the vision that Maradith had shown him, then this was actually a dryder, not a spider.

"Now, to do a much better job at wrapping my present up," came the seductive voice just as the spider portion of the body reached Mark. He felt a pair of hands touch his shoulders and start to lift him up. The strength behind those arms was able to pry Mark and the webs that bound him from the rest of the web.

As his body rose higher, he felt a second pair of hands gently grab his arms near at the biceps. The second pair of hands gripped his lower arms, near the wrists and his hips. He saw the human portion of the dryder's body a little at a time as he was lifted.

His first sight was the area where the spider portion's hard sleek and shiny exoskeleton seemed to instantly change into a woman's soft sensual flesh. It looked liked the top of flared hips that curved sensually into a trip waist and flat stomach. Mark noted that where her belly button should have been was a covering with four closed flaps over it. As she lifted him higher, he was greeted by her large breasts, the nipples pointing prominently from wide areoles. These too seemed to have tightly closed openings in them.

When he forced his eyes past the sides of her breasts, he could see that she did indeed have to sockets on each side for two sets of arms. Before he could follow the soft flesh of her arms, he was raised higher and he saw the slender neck with a large mane of red hair behind it. Then he found himself looking Rachel in the face. His mouth dropped open and his dick twitched again as Mark's brain took in the likeness of Regina that he was staring at.

There were only a few slight differences, and they were quite noticeable ones, at that. The one that stood out first was the curve of six extra eyes on her forehead, all of which were red, like her hair, with dark as night pupils in the centers. Her two almost normal eyes were larger than average, but showed warmth and happiness in them. He could look into those eyes and feel his mind forgetting that it was a monster that was holding him in her grasp.

This nice, and somewhat arousing, thought came to a halt when Rachel stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. Mark, at first, looked at the voluptuous lips, wanting to kiss them and let their tongues play together. When she pulled her tongue back into her mouth, she opened it with a smile and showed a row of perfect white teeth. As he watched, she opened her mouth wide, and two limbs seemed to reach out from each side of her mouth toward him as a pair of needle-small fangs dropped down out of the top of her mouth.

Mark slammed his eye lids shut in horror, and began to struggle to escape this monster's grasp. The hands holding him gripped just a bit tighter and the dryder gave a soft chuckle.

"That's it, my prey," she cooed, as she pulled Mark's body closer to hers. "Squirm to escape as I make you mine."

As Mark did his best to kick his feet and shake his body all about, he felt something even stickier touch his toes. He had seen plenty of spiders in their webs with larger prey do what he knew she was doing now. Still, when one of her front spider legs touched his leg, he tried to squirm even more, not knowing that his movements kept placing his legs in better position for the webbing to be wrapped tighter around them.

He began to grunt with the exertion, but he could feel the cocoon forming up his legs slowly, the silky, yet sticky, material feeling sensual as well as binding. When the webbing reached his mid-thigh level, Mark began to thrust his hips to fight off the monster possibly trapping his legs for good. Rachel, by her words, must have thought Mark was trying to do something else.

"My, aren't you in a hurry for the nicest part," she cooed, her breath sliding across his cheek. Mark opened his eyes and saw that she had pulled him very close to her body during his struggles and he hadn't noticed until that point that her hard nipples were pressing into his chest. "I guess we should go ahead and show you the pleasure so you might calm down some. If you don't, then I will have to bite you now instead of later."

Mark shivered with fear, thinking of those fangs she showed him earlier sinking into his flesh, whether now or later. As his mind tried to think of a way to escape his predicament, he felt one of her hands take his still hard dick and pull it free from the webbing that had wrapped it tight to his belly. Her fingers felt soft and warm as they wrapped around his erection, caressing it like a lover would. As she stroked him, he felt her pushing it downward, causing him some discomfort; but then the head of it touched something that was warm and wet, where her hand just let it slide up and down what must have been her pussy's lips.

The spider leg that had all this time still been wrapped his lower body pulled Mark forward. His mind seemed to snap from whatever was holding it to his body and flew spiraling into a realm that was filled with the most sexually pleasing feelings imaginable. Mark's body thrust forward on its own after the initial entry of those lips, and he found himself buried in what was the best feeling vagina he had ever known...even better than Regina's had been.

"That's it, lover," Rachel breathed into his ear, her four arms now wrapped tightly around his torso, from just above his ass, his lower back, his upper back, and around his head. "Enjoy my sexual silk as it cocoons your cock for mine and your pleasure."

Mark felt her lips kiss and suckle on his earlobe, causing his body to shudder. Her mouth moved lower, off his ear and under his jaw line. She moved her lips even lower to his neck, where her tongue gave it a sensual lick. Mark groaned, holding perfectly still in this lover's embrace that he suddenly didn't want to escape.

He felt something move on his stomach, where Rachel's stomach was pressed against his own. Her lower hands rubbed between them, one at a time, sliding something that seemed to be liquid around his sides and arms. Her spider leg began to pull and push his hips back and forth in an extremely slow motion, sliding Mark's cock in and out of her love tunnel. As the pleasure built in him, he thought she must be enjoying the pleasure too, since he felt not only her cum seeping out and around his balls, but even her breasts seemed to be leaking.

His first thought that something was wrong, though it didn't stay long as the pleasure in his groin built higher and higher, was when he felt her tongue sliding around the back of his neck and around the other side, while her sensual and sucking lips remained at the same side where her kiss had begun. He could feel the liquid on her tongue sticking to his skin, drying as the tongue moved away and around his shoulders.

Mark groaned as he was pushed closer and closer to orgasm, something he wanted, even though he didn't want the pleasure of this embrace to end. He tried to move his own hips, but found that they were wrapped too tightly, but not by her spider leg. It just guided his hips movements ever so slowly. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her body and hold her as she was holding him, but his arms were bound to his sides, as well. Again, he could tell it wasn't her arms that were holding them in place, either. He could fell them caressing his body through the softest, yet tight, material that now held him.

"You want me to let you cum, don't you, my prey?" Rachel asked, her lips back at his ear. Her tongue reached out again, and began to slide around it, then over it, coating that side with the sticky saliva it was covered with.

"Gnn...please," he moaned, begging as best as he could, trying as hard as he might to move his hips on his own.

Rachel pulled her tongue in again and pulled her head away from the side of his neck. She looked Mark straight in the face, her large eyes staring into his, now showing a lustful hunger that he had not seen there earlier.

"I'm almost done wrapping you nice and tight, then I'll give you the release you came to me for," she moaned, as his cock sank deep into her pussy again.

She leaned forward and kissed Mark passionately, her tongue slide softly into his mouth. Her saliva mixed with his and he tasted something with a spicy hint to it in his mouth. Her tongue slid all around the inside of his mouth, probing every part of it that could be reached. As it retreated, he thought his mouth was left filled with silk. When she pulled her lips away from his, he tried to beg for another kiss, but he found his mouth still stuck open, but full of the sticky silk that he knew his body was wrapped up in.

"Now," Rachel said, showing Mark her smile again, this time her fangs dropped down and a couple of drops of venom sitting at the bottom of them. "Now, to finish your cocoon and to give you my love bite, my delicious prey."

Mark tried to scream as fear gripped him, suddenly remembering that this was a spider that had him in its embrace. As he watched, she blew him a kiss and then her tongue, longer than a foot, slid out of her mouth and began to lick all over his face and head. Mark's world was quickly nothing but darkness as the saliva solidified into her webbing.

He felt his body being pulled tight to hers; his cock, which had almost been pulled completely out of her pussy, was thrust deep into her body once again. Then he felt her head rest against the other side of his head, and her mouth pressing into his wrapped neck. He could feel the pressure of her grasping mouth claws wrap around his neck and then the piercing fangs puncture his neck.

Mark screamed into his gag at the pain and the slow burn of the venom that was injected into his blood stream. His mind reeled at the thought that his entire insides were about to be melted away by the acidic poisons she was injecting him; but his body, thanks to the rush of fear, ejaculated with a release he had never felt before.

Not wanting to think of the pain or his impending death, Mark let himself sink into the pleasure of orgasm, and moaned with the pleasure of it. His body was still held tightly to the dryder succubus, her nipples still pressing into his chest through the cocoon she had wrapped him in. Mark lost himself in the bliss that was rising from his crotch, and felt that part of him was being released into her womb that wasn't really his cum. His mind shut down with the pleasure overload, and his body continued to inject the dryder's pussy as she continued to inject him with her poison.

Mark came around some time later, but he didn't know how long it had been. He was exhausted, and his body felt weak; but Mark did notice that his arms were no longer at his sides. Moving his head as far as he could, and looking through the fog that his mind was still wrapped in from the pleasure that still hung there, he could see that he was above the ground, hanging in another web with his arms splayed out wide, along with his legs spread apart.

"Mmm...my prey is awake for more," Rachel said from behind him. At the sound of her voice, Mark's traitorous dick twitched with anticipation and began to rise for the occasion.

He felt her arms slide around him; dragging moisture like that he had felt inside her pussy earlier sliding along his skin. Everywhere it touched his skin, his pores sang with pleasure. As her hands reached his chest, and caressed his nipples, Mark arched his back; letting his head lay back on what must have been Rachel's shoulder. She turned her head and kissed his willing parted lips.

Her hands continued to rub a thin layer of her pussy's cocooning silk along his skin, her spider abdomen rising from between Mark's legs. She broke off the kiss and moved her kisses back to his neck. He felt just a slight twinge of fear of her fangs sinking in again, but his dick leaped to near full erection at the memory of the orgasm he had last time.

One of her hands reached down and rubbed the pussy juice/webbing along his shaft as the spider abdomen rose to where he could see the underside of it and the very tip with a slight opening to it. As he watched, the filament tips moved in a manner that, before his previous orgasm, Mark would have thought it grotesque. But, the pink that was hidden underneath them kept showing through, and Mark knew what was going to happen before Rachel told him.

"I'm going to slide you in there, and it's going to be so sticky, you won't be able to come out of it again until there is nothing left," she whispered seductively into his ear. "My pussy silk is going to cause you to keep producing more and more cum and your body's going to become my dinner when there is nothing left inside you. How do you feel about cumming to death for me, my scrumptious prey."

Mark groaned before turning his head as far as he could to look directly into her eight eyes.

"Anything, my predator," he groaned. "Just as long as it is for you."

Mark moved his head forward and kissed her lips just as her abdomen moved into position. He felt the webbing filaments touch and caress the sensitive head of his cock, pulling it into the pink opening behind it. As she pulled him deep into her opening, Mark's mind snapped with another touch of fear of his coming death; but this time, the fear instantly disappeared with his bidding. He couldn't think of a better way to die.

Her hands spread more and more of her pussy webbing all over his body, occasionally pinching his nipples, or playing with his balls from between his legs. Mark's body quickly reached the intensity he felt before when she fucked him, but his mind was unable to escape into darkness this time. His orgasm wracked his body with pleasure that he didn't think anyone could ever feel and be the same again afterward. As the orgasm continued, he lost track of time or even cared if it had stopped or sped up. All he wanted was for it to never end.

But, deep down, he knew it would end, with his own demise. As it neared, a sudden phrase popped into his mind that the owner of the Succubus Ranch had told him upon meeting. Jason's words sounded clear as crystal just as the blackness of his death began to take over.

"No one truly dies here, Mark, I can promise you that."

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Mark's son opened the large envelope that was delivered via secured mail. As he looked opened it, he found a short letter along with a savings book and some pictures. He looked at the piece of shit, run down trailer home with a very old and rusted pick-up truck parked outside of it. Other pictures showed the inside of the trailer was filled with pictures of Mark's father smiling and holding a baby in them, most of the time looking at the baby in his arms.

The young man saw in one picture that a newspaper was lying on the dusty coffee table, which sat in front of an old, torn, battered couch that had lasted much longer than it should have. He went to his personal office and pulled out a magnifying glass, his mind questioning when these pictures were taken. To his surprise, he found that the date on the paper was just over a week ago. He quickly looked at the letter and began reading it, tears slowly welling up in his eyes.

"My dearest Stephen,

I know that if you are reading this letter, then you have told me what I was afraid to hear from you. I can't blame you, though. If my father had been as lacking in showing love to his child as I had been, then I would feel angry with him too, especially after twenty-five years. I just hope that someday you can forgive me for my absence in your life all this time.

I have sent you the savings account booklet I started for you when your mother left me. I never told her about it for fear that she would have taken the money away from you and used it for her own personal gain. As you will notice, I've added at least $100 to it each week, when I was paid. On your birthdays, I couldn't give you more than an extra $25, but I had hoped you would understand my lack of being able to do more.

The pictures are of my home and truck, along with the three acres of property that I own. I know it's a piece of shit to look at; but for me, it has been home sweet home for so long, I can't bear to be have anything better. Besides, the money I was making really wasn't for me. It was for you. When I finally die, it will be yours to do with as you wish, as you are my last living relative.

I am sorry, my son, for not being there for you; and I really do hope that someday we can meet and maybe, at least, possibly, be friends.

Your loving father,

Mark"

Stephen set the letter down, looked at the envelope's postal stamp and grabbed his cell phone. Glad he still kept the number saved as a contact, he let it auto dial the detective agency.

"Sarah, its Stephen. I know I told you to stop looking for my father a week ago, but I want you to look for him again. I've even got a place for you to start from, this time, besides just his first name. It's the post office here in town." He picked up the savings booklet and opened it, looking at the last entry. The words "fuck me" crossed his mind as he uttered into the phone, "Money's no object, either."

Copyright 2008 © by Jason Morris. All rights reserved.

Sorry for the long wait, but writer's block and be such a pain in the ass sometimes.