Seeking shelter

And as she continued to dominate him with her every movement, she knew that she would never look at human males the same way again. From now on, they would be nothing more than toys for her amusement, their bodies mere vessels to be used and discarded at her whim. In that moment, she felt a sense of exhilaration unlike anything she had ever known, a feeling of power and dominance that she knew she would never be able to replicate with anyone else.

As the baseball-sized egg began to move within the drider's ovipositor, the boy's body tensed with a mixture of anticipation and dread, his senses overwhelmed by the strange sensations coursing through him. With each push against his tight backdoor, he felt a surge of pressure building within him, threatening to overwhelm his senses with its sheer intensity.

For the drider, the sensation was one of pure ecstasy, her body writhing with pleasure as she felt the egg slowly ease its way into the boy's tight entrance. With a low, throaty moan of pleasure, she pressed herself closer against him, relishing in the feeling of his body yielding to her every command.

But for the boy, the experience was one of overwhelming pain and pleasure, his senses reeling as the egg pushed against his prostate with relentless force. With each thrust, he felt a wave of agony and ecstasy wash over him, his body responding instinctively to the intense stimulation.

And as the egg finally popped inside his tight entrance, the boy couldn't help but let out a scream of pain and pleasure, his voice echoing through the chamber as he surrendered himself to the overwhelming sensations that engulfed him. In that moment, there was no room for fear or protest, only the electric thrill of the present and the promise of pleasure that lay just beyond his grasp.

And as the drider continued to pleasure herself, her body writhing with ecstasy, she knew that she would never tire of the sensations that the boy's body could provide. In him, she had found a willing vessel for her desires, a submissive plaything to be used and toyed with as she pleased. And as she lost herself in the intoxicating whirlwind of sensation, she knew that she would never look back, never regretting the choice she had made to dominate him completely.

As the first egg traveled deep inside of him, the boy felt a sense of fullness unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was as if every inch of his being was being stretched to its limits, his body struggling to accommodate the foreign object lodged within him.

But even as he grappled with the sensation of the egg nestled deep within his depths, he felt another pressing against his backdoor, its relentless force demanding entrance. With a surge of panic, he realized that the ovipositor was not yet finished with him, that there were still more eggs to come.

For the drider, the sensation was one of pure bliss, her body thrumming with pleasure as she felt the eggs nestled snugly within the boy's tight confines. With each push against his backdoor, she felt a surge of satisfaction at the thought of filling him completely, of using him as her vessel for pleasure and procreation.

And as the second egg pressed insistently against his entrance, the boy couldn't help but let out a whimper of protest, his body trembling with anticipation and dread. He knew that he had no choice but to submit to the drider's desires, to surrender himself completely to her will.

With a low, throaty moan, the drider pressed herself closer against him, her ovipositor pulsing with anticipation as it prepared to release another egg into his waiting depths. And as the pressure against his backdoor increased, the boy braced himself for the inevitable, knowing that he was about to be filled once again with the drider's eggs.

As the drider continued to lay egg after egg in him, the boy's body was stretched to its limits, his senses overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of sensation. With each new egg that was released from the ovipositor, he felt a surge of pressure building within him, threatening to consume him with its sheer intensity.

But even as he grappled with the overwhelming sensations coursing through him, the drider showed no signs of relenting, her movements becoming fiercer and more insistent with each passing moment. With a primal urgency, she massaged her breasts, her fingers teasing and pinching her nipples with a fervor that matched the intensity of her desire.

At the same time, she pressed his head against her tight slit, her wetness coating his face as she reveled in the sensation of his submission. With each thrust of her hips, she ground herself against him, her pleasure mounting with each passing moment.

For the boy, the experience was one of pure agony and ecstasy, his body wracked with pleasure and pain as he was filled again and again with the drider's eggs. With each new release, he felt himself being pushed closer and closer to the edge of his endurance, his mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations that engulfed him.

And as the drider continued to dominate him with her every movement, he surrendered himself completely to the pleasure and pain, lost in the dizzying whirlwind of sensation that enveloped him. In that moment, there was no room for fear or protest, only the electric thrill of the present and the promise of pleasure that lay just beyond his grasp.

As the boy moaned in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, he felt the eggs filling his gut one by one, each pressing against his prostate with exquisite precision. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. His body trembled with the intensity of it, his mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations that engulfed him.

With each new egg that was laid inside him, he felt himself being pushed closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. The pressure against his prostate was relentless, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through his body with every movement. His flaccid penis, now erect against his swollen stomach, throbbed with need, aching for release as it dribbled fluids in anticipation.

Despite the discomfort of being stretched and filled beyond his limits, the boy couldn't help but revel in the forbidden pleasure of the act. Each new egg pushed him further into a state of blissful surrender, his body writhing with pleasure as he surrendered himself completely to the overwhelming sensations that engulfed him.

And as the drider continued to lay egg after egg, her movements becoming more fervent with each passing moment, the boy found himself teetering on the edge of climax. With each thrust of her ovipositor, he felt himself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, his mind consumed by the dizzying whirlwind of sensation that threatened to overwhelm him completely.

In that moment, there was no room for fear or discomfort, only the electric thrill of the present and the promise of pleasure that lay just beyond his grasp. And as he surrendered himself completely to the ecstasy of the moment, he knew that he would never be able to forget the forbidden pleasure of being filled and used by the drider in such an intimate and profound way.

As the last egg entered him, pushing against his prostate with relentless force, the boy felt a surge of pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was as if every nerve in his body was on fire, consumed by the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment. With a primal scream of release, he felt his body convulse in ecstasy, his penis erupting in a torrent of his precious seed.

Again and again, he ejaculated, his body wracked with pleasure as he surrendered himself completely to the overwhelming sensations that engulfed him. His screams of ecstasy were muffled by the drider's wet slit pressed against his face, his struggles against his bindings only adding to the intensity of the moment.

For the drider, the sight of the boy climaxing so intensely was a thing of beauty, a testament to the power of her own desires and the pleasure she could bring to others. With a low, throaty moan of satisfaction, she continued to press herself against him, her own body writhing with pleasure as she reveled in the sensation of his submission.

And as the boy continued to climax, his body trembling with the force of his release, he knew that he had never felt anything like this before. In that moment, there was no room for fear or discomfort, only the electric thrill of the present and the promise of pleasure that lay just beyond his grasp.

And as he surrendered himself completely to the ecstasy of the moment, he knew that he would never forget the forbidden pleasure of being filled and used by the drider in such an intimate and profound way.

As the boy's climax began to subside, the drider released his head from her grasp, the wet slurp of her ovipositor pulling out from his body echoing through the chamber. With a satisfied sigh, she looked down at him, a wicked grin spreading across her lips as she spoke.

"Well, well," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "it seems you were more of a girl than I thought. You've proven yourself to be quite the capable vessel for my eggs."

The boy's heart pounded in his chest at her words, a surge of fear and confusion washing over him. What did she mean by calling him a girl? How could he be expected to carry her eggs when he was clearly male?

But before he could voice his protest, the drider continued, her gaze piercing yet strangely compassionate.

"You may not realize it yet, my dear," she said, her voice soft yet resolute, "but you have all the qualities of a fine mother. Your body is capable of incredible things, things that even you may not fully understand."

And as the weight of her words settled over him, the boy realized that he had no choice but to submit to the drider's desires, to surrender himself completely to her will. In that moment, he knew that he would do whatever it took to survive, to endure the trials that lay ahead and emerge victorious on the other side.

With a resigned sigh, he braced himself for the challenges to come, knowing that his journey was far from over. And as the drider looked down at him with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation, he knew that he would do whatever it took to fulfill his role as a mother to her eggs, no matter the cost.

As the boy struggled against his bindings, the drider wasted no time in sealing his sore anus with webbing, ensuring it was airtight. With deft movements, she spun her silk around him, cocooning him in a tight embrace that left him helpless and immobile.

No matter how hard he fought against his restraints, the boy found himself powerless to break free from the drider's grip. His struggles only served to entangle him further in the sticky strands of silk, binding him tightly to her as she prepared to take him to his new fate.

With each movement of her spinnerets, the drider's silk enveloped him, encasing him in a cocoon of her making. The fabric pressed against his skin, molding to his form as he squirmed and writhed against his bonds, desperate to escape the inevitable.

But no matter how much he struggled, the boy knew that it was futile. He was completely at the mercy of the drider, her silk cocoon rendering him completely helpless and vulnerable to her whims.

And as the last of the silk was spun around him, sealing him in darkness, the boy could only resign himself to his fate, knowing that he was now completely at the mercy of the drider. In that moment, there was no room for hope or resistance, only the cold certainty of his impending transformation into a vessel for her eggs.

As a final gesture of farewell, the drider leaned down and pressed her lips against the boy's, a bittersweet kiss that conveyed both tenderness and finality. The boy felt a pang of longing as her soft lips met his, knowing that this would be their last moment of intimacy before he was sealed away in his cocoon.

With a soft sigh, the drider pulled away, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer before she began to wrap his head in silk, encasing him in darkness. As the silk wound around him, he felt a sense of claustrophobia closing in, the darkness pressing against him from all sides.

With a final glance, the drider turned and left him there, alone in his cocoon, a heavily pregnant mummy awaiting the time to release the eggs. In the silence of the chamber, he could hear the faint sounds of the forest beyond, a reminder of the world he had been taken from.

But for now, he was trapped in this cocoon, his fate sealed by the drider's web. And as he settled into the darkness, he knew that there was no escape, no hope of freedom from his fate as a vessel for her eggs.

With a heavy heart, he closed his eyes and resigned himself to his fate, knowing that he would do whatever it took to survive, to endure the trials that lay ahead and emerge victorious on the other side. And as he drifted into an uneasy sleep, he could only hope that someday, somehow, he would find a way to break free from the drider's grasp and reclaim his freedom once more.