Halloween Erotica
"Arachnophilia," a spooky sex story by Oxartes
"So she wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,
And set her table ready to dine upon the Fly."
Adapted from Mary Howitt's, "The Spider and the Fly"
*****
"Hey shitferbrains, this here's private property. What the fuck you doin' here?"
The unmistakable sound of a shotgun being pumped persuaded Zeke to drop the monkey wrench and stand up from behind his bike.
"Clasp your hands behind your head and lemme see your dumbfuck face."
Zeke turned around slowly.
A young woman was leveling a beat-up shotgun at him. Pale looking, Zeke thought, but great tits. Her shack of a house looked like hell and, tits aside, so did she. Probably bourbon or pills or both. He guessed at her source of money. Perfect. "What?"
"This here's my house and land. What're dirt-bike and dirt-bag doin' here?"
Zeke looked at her. Her tight little snatch might be worth a good fuck, I'll bet she'd be grateful, Zeke thought, probably move like a rattlesnake. He hated broads who just lay there like gunnysacks. "I'm Zeke. I need a place to hide."
"From who?"
Zeke smiled. "I worked on this big ol' ranch 'bout a hundred miles over the desert that way," Zeke pointed over his shoulder, "and I done the boss's wife and daughter. They loved it. They begged for it. I didn't rape neither of them, but I sure did hurt his pride, ha! Ripped him off pretty good too."
"The latest notches on your belt?"
"Something like that. Let me lay low here until that viaduct down yonder reopens, the sign says it'll be open Friday morning, and I'll make it worth your while." Zeke grinned.
"Well, since you ain't goin' nowheres till then, you, that big ol' cock of yours and 25% of the swag can keep me company ‘till Friday. You're my tenant; call it rent. Say 'Deal' or I call the sheriff."
Stupid gash. I'll make you grunt for 0%. "Deal."
"I'm Millie, short for Millicent, but call me that and I'll kill you. Walk the hog around the side and come on in." She lowered the shotgun.
Zeke did as he was told. He brought his saddlebags and backpack into Millie's run-down, one-storey clapboard house and set them down.
"Millie?" Where was that skank? "Millie?"
From out of nowhere, Millie jumped on his back and clamped her arms and legs around him. "I want your fluids now, boy!"
Damn, she was a strong little thing. She had quite a grip. Zeke staggered over to the couch with Millie clinging to him. She climbed around him and pushed him down, squatting on his thighs.
Millie undid his belt and unzipped him, pulling out his stiff cock. She lifted her short skirt (she wasn't wearing any panties) and sat down on him, taking him deeply inside her. She bucked up and down, moaning and grunting.
"Hey, you want it bad. It's been a while, huh?"
"Something like that Zeke, now shut up. Ahh...ohh...YEAH...OHHH..." She clenched her arms and legs around him in a viselike grip and screamed as she came. Her movements tipped Zeke over the edge and he quickly erupted into her. Her tight pussy milked him dry; she rode him until he was utterly spent.
She slipped off him and pulled down her skirt. "Now tell me that wasn't the best you ever had, better 'n any rancher's wife and daughter."
Zeke slumped back into the couch, exhausted. "Wow. That was...damn...oh."
"Whatsamatter Zeke? Millie wear you out?"
"Damn, girl, that box of yours done Hoovered me."
"Well, you just behave and there's plenty more where that came from. You just rest up and I'll go fix us some dinner. How do you like your steak?"
Steak? She lives in this rattrap and she eats steak? "Well done. I like my meat dead."
"Yecch." Millie made a face. "Don't go 'way."
She positively pranced off to the kitchen.
When she returned a while later, she said, "Come help me set the table out on the back porch."
Zeke mustered the effort and got up from the couch. He followed her into the kitchen and helped her take plates, utensils, bread, butter, and salad out to the back porch.
"Shit!"
Zeke jumped and almost dropped everything. An enormous, partly spun spider's web stretched between the side of the house, the porch ceiling, the ceiling’s supportive beam, and the floor. The spider was not in the web.
"Ain't it wonderful?"
Zeke jerked his head around. Millie was right behind him. "You...like them things?"
"Snakes are stupid, see. They hafta eat the whole fuckin' animal. But spiders just take what they need. They suck the life right out of their prey. And a web, a web is a thing o' beauty. Perfect for catching victims."
"If you say so, Millie." Fuckin' weird-ass bitch. Oh well, he'd known and fucked plenty weirder than her.
"Put everything down on the table and I'll go get dinner."
Zeke set the table and sat down to wait.
Millie soon returned with his dinner – a thick, well-done steak and mashed potatoes. She also brought a bottle of tequila. "You tuck in now. I'll go get my food."
Zeke was starving and began eating. The steak wasn't bad at all.
Millie came back with her dinner – an extremely rare slab of beef and nothing else.
"That's how you like your meat?"
"Yeah. Still twitchin'."
Zeke watched with morbid fascination as Millie proceeded to cut off small pieces of the almost raw meat and suck intently on each one before swallowing it. He took a swig of tequila. "You want some?"
Millie made another face. "I don't touch the stuff. It's for you."
They ate the rest of the meal in silence. Zeke cleaned his plate and drank more tequila. He helped Millie carry the dishes into the kitchen.
"Well, Zeke, the bathroom's down there. Why don't we watch some TV and then retire? Ain't much else to do around here."
"You work?"
"I wash dishes and mop up at a roadhouse but the same storm that banged up the viaduct also did a number on the roadhouse. It's closed for repairs."
They watched the Diamondbacks and Padres on ESPN. After the game, Millie put her arms around Zeke. "Let's go to bed."
They locked up and went into the bedroom. Millie peeled her clothes off and slipped into bed. "Come on Zeke, I like sleeping next to a naked man. I wanna get my hands on you and not your clothes."
Zeke was too exhausted to argue. Millie's eyes gleamed as he took off his clothes. Yeah, you like what you see, skank. Damn right.
Millie rolled over and laid in his arms after he got into bed. She idly caressed his dick and balls, but stopped when he hardened.
"No, better not," Millie whispered, "You should sleep first. I'll do you again in the morning." She turned away from him, curled up in a strange kind of ball and fell fast asleep.
Zeke put his arm around her and snuggled up to her so that his limp cock nestled in the fold of her ass. Odd bird, he thought, and drifted off to sleep.
*****
Zeke woke with a start in the early morning. Millie was not next to him. He called her name several times, but there was no answer. He got out of bed, took his toiletry bag from his backpack, and went to have a shower. He turned on the water, waited ‘till it ran hot, stepped into the tub, and pulled the curtain around.
He stood with his back to the showerhead, closed his eyes for a second, and let the hot water pour over his head and the back of his neck. Ah, this is gooood...
He opened his eyes.
"Hello, Zeke." A naked Millie stood directly in front of him in the small tub, staring at him with piercing, green eyes.
"Shit! Where did you come from?"
"Oh, I been hangin' around. Well, ready for breakfast."
"Yeah, but after my show..."
"I meant me, Zeke." She grabbed his head and kissed him hard, her tongue twisting around his. She kissed and tongued his neck, chest, stomach, and groin. She took his rapidly stiffening dick in her mouth and kissed and licked it with a wild intensity. She caressed Zeke's balls and ran her tongue up and down the underside of his now fully-erect cock.
She grabbed Zeke's ass as his body tensed, and sucked down hard as he came. Zeke put his hand on the wall to brace himself as he convulsed in orgasm, shooting into Millie's mouth. She swallowed every drop, working him until he was done. Finally, she stood up and embraced a wobbly Zeke.
"That was delicious," she said, "Thanks, Zeke."
"Yeah, my pleasure," he replied weakly.
"Yes, it was. You finish your shower and I'll go get your breakfast ready. Then we got some work to do." She kissed him lightly on the lips and got out of the shower.
This nympho is definitely fucked in the head, Zeke thought. Maybe an old boyfriend or john banged her head as well as her twat. I ain't giving this ditzo shit from my loot. She's just another fuck-and-dump. Gotta find out where she keeps that shotgun; that's the only thing worth taking in this roach motel.
Zeke finished his shower, dressed, and went into the kitchen where Millie was standing over the stove.
"Go sit at the table on the back porch again," Millie said without turning around. "I like sittin' out there when the weather's nice."
Zeke went out onto the porch and sat at the table, which was set. The giant web was mostly finished.
Millie came out with a tray with a large plate of broiled chicken fillets, fried potatoes, orange juice, and a pot of coffee.
"Spider's been busy."
"Oh yeah," Millie replied as she set the tray down in front of Zeke, "She does her best work at night."
"She?"
"Only females build webs like that."
"That so?"
"You start and I'll go fetch mine."
Zeke began eating. Millie returned with a plate of uncooked chicken and nothing else. As he had done the previous evening, Zeke watched as Millie sliced off small pieces of raw chicken, which she sucked on intently before swallowing. She drank nothing.
Zeke had noticed it the evening before, but didn't say anything. However, now it was much more pronounced: Millie's complexion had changed.
Millie noticed Zeke staring at her. "What?"
"Your color. When I came yesterday, you was this kind of sickly pale. But now, damn girl, you got some color in your cheeks. You look fine. You been sick?"
"Well, I thank all that jism of yours. See what regular dick does for a girl!"
Zeke grinned.
After breakfast, Millie washed the dishes and then ushered Zeke down into the basement.
"You know carpentry, Zeke?"
"Some."
"Good." Millie switched on the lights.
Zeke observed that a pile of lumber was stacked in one corner. There were various carpentry tools, nails, a variable-temperature heat lamp, and a bale of straw. Next to the straw was a small bale of silk in an airtight plastic container.
"I spun that myself," Millie boasted.
"If you say so. What are we gonna do with all this stuff?"
"Build an incubator."
"A what?"
"An incubator. You know, for eggs."
"If you're getting some laying hens, hell, they'll keep the eggs warm."
Millie laughed. "Oh, you tickle me Zeke! Laying hens! Build me a nice incubator now and I'll reward you extra special."
"OK, you the boss Millie." Eggs? Li'l Bo Creepy here is a Grade-A nut job. "What's that?" Zeke pointed to the far corner.
"That's the well. A lot of these old houses around here have 'em. I don't use it much. That's why I keep it closed, don't want nobody fallin' in."
"And the lye?" Zeke spied several drums of lye. "For makin' soap?" Or meth; I knew it. He smiled.
Millie laughed again. "Well, gotta stay clean. Come, let's get to work."
Millie mostly supervised Zeke. By late afternoon, they had built a fairly deep, rectangular box that stood off the floor on wheeled legs. The heat lamp, which had a built-in timer, hung over the open box.
Millie lined the box with straw, overlaid with strand of silk.
Dinner that evening was the exact same as the day before. Millie and Zeke watched the next game in the Diamondbacks-Padres series and went to bed, both of them naked.
"Now, about that extra-special reward," Zeke said, rubbing his cock on Millie's leg and sliding a hand between her thighs.
"I like it in the morning. Ain't no better way to greet the day. You be patient now, Zeke." She kissed his cock, rolled over, curled up in that strange kind of ball again, and fell fast sleep.
Good, Zeke thought. I'll get up early, find that shotgun, come back to bed and let her bang me, and then clear out of cuckoo-land. He snuggled up to Millie and fell asleep.
*****
Zeke lay helpless in a giant web and stared up at the huge, gold and brownish-yellow spider hanging directly over him. He knew that it wanted him. He knew that it wanted to feast on his body, to suck out his juices. It moved its legs, preparing to hold him fast. It waved its fangs, preparing to drain his life. Its eyes gleamed greedily at the prospect of gorging itself on him. It pounced.
*****
Zeke woke with a start and looked around the darkened room. Millie lay curled up next to him. He looked at his watch. It was 04:32. He caught his breath and rolled out of bed as quietly as he could, crouching on the floor. He took his flashlight out of his backpack and quickly peeked under the bed. Nothing. He raised his head and...
"You looking for this, Zeke?"
Millie stood at the far corner of the bed, naked, holding the shotgun.
...slipped and fell against the wall in shock, pointing his flashlight at her.
"Shit, girl! What the fuck is your problem?"
Millie just smiled. Then she snapped the shotgun's twin barrels in half and tossed the pieces on the floor.
Zeke stared in disbelief, and his cry died in his throat as he suddenly noticed Millie's shadow on the far wall...many legs...an elongated thorax...oh God...
Millie leaped onto the ceiling and crouched. "Go on, Zeke, run."
Zeke threw the flashlight at her, grabbed the keys to his bike and dove through the screen window onto the back porch, smashing the card table he and Millie ate on. He took half a step to his right and froze. The web was now complete. He turned around.
"Your time's up Zeke." Millie stood right in front of him. She pursed her lips and gnashed her teeth.
Zeke charged into the web, desperately hoping that his momentum would carry him through it and into the yard beyond. As soon as he touched the silky net, it glowed and he tumbled into an intradimensional void, falling into the shimmering strands of a vast, astral web. He thrashed about in a frenzied effort to free himself, but just became more and more ensnared, until he was hopelessly caught, his arms and legs entangled out and away from him.
Millie stepped into the portal. She caressed and spread her lips, and sprang into the void. She nimbly clambered across the web to a terrified Zeke. She loomed up over him and pounced, lowering her torso in a lightning strike, hoping to catch his erect cock with her pussy. Zeke eyed her glistening maw, his cock jabbing wildly as he struggled. Millie's first strike missed. She raised up her lower torso and struck again. She missed; Zeke's cock glanced off her thigh.
Millie laughed, reveling in Zeke's futile struggle. She loomed up over him and struck downward a third time. Zeke slid into her up to his balls. She pivoted forward and clenched her arms and legs around her victim, clasping him in her ultimate embrace.
He gazed into her green eyes with helpless terror. Millie returned his gaze for a second, and then leered as she flexed her pelvic muscles, inflicting an awful pleasure. Zeke heaved in a violent orgasm, shooting powerful jolts of cum deep inside her. He wrenched and jerked uncontrollably as Millie ravished him, voraciously draining his life energy, which she would need to nourish their progeny.
When she was finished, when she had satisfied her hunger, she disengaged and swiftly clambered back across the web to the portal.
She spoke a Word and closed the void. The astral web disappeared. Zeke's dry and colorless husk, limp and inert, tumbled onto the porch.
Millie quickly took Zeke's desiccated body down to the basement, unsealed the well, and tossed it in. She ran back upstairs and brought Zeke's clothes, backpack, and saddlebags and threw them in, minus the money and jewelry he had stolen from the ranch. She opened a drum of lye and poured it in before closing the well.
She thought she might keep the Harley; it might come in handy later.
***
Try as she might, Millie simply could not get used to sleeping in a bed. It was too strange, too human. So she spun a large web in the cool, dark basement and climbed into it. It was strong, yet soft and supple, the strands reminding her of a simpler time when she had been just another golden orb weaver. It would comfort her in the coming months until she was able to resume her arachnid form. Zeke had been fun but he was gone.
Well, Millie thought, rubbing her large tummy and eyeing the incubator in which she would soon lay her eggs, not entirely gone.
Originally published October 2008
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