"He Can't Escape"

The sudden change in emotion on Kaylee’s face chilled Devon to the bone. Shock weighed his face down as he began rounding a corner to see Kaylee slowly beginning to follow.

Her tears were dried, her eyes giddy, her mouth grinning almost manically as Kaylee stood at the front of the advance on her husband. She felt strangely jubilant about what Alana had whispered, and avoided looking to see for herself if it was true to avoid tipping Devon off.

“You’re wrong.” Kaylee called out. “You aren’t done. You aren’t leaving.” Kaylee almost angrily commanded. “We belong to it. The Idol won’t have it.” Kaylee then added, feeling the influence firmly over her as she drew Devon’s attention.

“STAY BACK!” Devon declared grabbing a discarded pan and flinging it chaotically towards Kaylee.

Kaylee calmly sidestepped it with a scoffing chuckle.

“You are right about one thing.” Kaylee mockingly remarked amused to see the words draw a questioning glance from Devon as he scrambled for something to wield while backing further towards his hope for escape.

“About what?” Devon eventually sneered back, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“None of us are going to stop you leaving. You are.” Kaylee venomously rebuked as she stopped to lean suggestively against a stainless steel counter, looking to what had crawled onto the counter behind Devon.

Devon didn’t have a chance to turn. The instant he saw Kaylee’s gaze shift away from him he knew he made a mistake.

Two stabbing pains pierced in on the top of either shoulder blade, he could feel barb like pricks from the assorted points that impacted into him pushing him forward enough to slip on the greasy floor. Devon cried in agony as he felt a burning sensation seeming to spread through his chest at the same time he almost felt a draining sensation.

Devon struggled to grab it, to pull himself up, to roll over. His strength was fading quickly.

He saw Kaylee crouch down. Before him. “It’s not too late, we can still be together.” Kaylee words were full of compassion and care, Devon fought in his mind between whether they were true or not.

Unaware of how Kaylee was stroking the quickly growing spider on his back as if it were some lap dog. The now two foot long tarantula had manifested from the tusk that Alana and Kaylee had shared. It had leeched and fed from both their souls and the sexuality they had shared.

Now it sought a host to bond with. Or in Devon’s current situation, a soul to satiate it.

The Idol had guided it to scurry under the counters, and flank around Devon. Had it not been for that guidance the instinct driven beast likely would’ve hidden and lurked until it bonded with the first soul laden being it encountered.

Devon’s hands felt so cold as Kaylee held them with on of hers, her corrupt feign of care tugging on Devon to join them.

“Wha…” Devon weakly gasped, suddenly growing fearfully aware of just how weakened her suddenly was.

“Our baby… it hatched…” Alana moaned euphorically, her hands roaming up and down her body as she approached for a better view, playing with herself as she watched some how proudly aware of the creature birthed of her perversion and actions.

Eager to see it fuse with its host.

While envious it wasn’t her.

Devon tried to toss and turn, weakly he resolved to roll over and try crushing whatever it was on his back, a clatter of chitin taking urgent hold upon the greasy tile of the floor as the spider nourished itself and changed upon the innocent it was bonding with.

Devon couldn’t fathom how, but he knew of the eight three foot long legs and how they stabilized the attempt to roll on his back. He groaned in desperation as he some how knew they weren’t done growing larger, and longer.

The spiders body flattened against Devon’s back, distended and elongating until the abdomen rested over Devon’s ass, fusing and swelling wider.

Forgotten was the audience, as Devon winced and cried out in pain. He had rejected the offers of pleasure, as such the Idol was now seeking to break him with pain

Feeling his body lifted aloft by the spider, Devon looked down beneath him, seeing his pelvis being absorbed into the spider her felt a renewed adrenaline, struggling to get his legs down and fend for himself his eyes grew wide.

Devon could sense the shadow of the creature in his mind, the almost automatic movement of its legs, as if they were his own, as it held them aloft on four, and with two legs dexterously grabbed hold of where his leg protruded from its body.

And ripped.

Devon screamed in disbelief, terror, and pain. Losing his voice, gasping for breath, struggling to make any **** sound, as just as smoothly the spider ripped the second leg effortlessly free.

As Devon felt shock take hold, shivering in pain, he gazed down to see all the was left of his lower half was his cock dangling there beneath him from the spiders abdomen.

Good.

Devon could never imagine such a blank void of thought upon his mind, the revelation that he was good as dead peacefully alone.

I don’t want to die.

Devon watched as two of the spider legs moved towards his cock, accepting what was next Devon looked forwards, and upwards from his fate.

Alana was staring at him, frigging her pussy, and calming her breasts rigorously. Seeing Devon look towards her made her moan, and promote her playing with herself to his situation more emphatically, glazing a trail of her wetness up her body, and to her lips as she wondered about trying to make him eat her out.

Kaylee’s breasts rocked gently back and forth towards Devon, his changed wife held aloft at the throat by the elephant woman as the pony girl relished the equine cock now in her ass as she watched her husband’s corruption, and decent.

All empathy absent from her, as her soulless existence couldn’t conceive why someone would resists such damnation. Not only did she think her husband deserved his pain, she got off on his punishment, all as she cuckold him yet again.

All he had to do, was skull fuck her.

Devon couldn’t explain the how, or when it started, but his agony and pain seemed to just vanish as he took in the perfect nude forms before him, thoughts of tit fucking his wife and then railing the black-haired beauty as she licked his cum up rose to prominence in his head.

Devon felt his hard and needy cock throb with need, and ache with pleasure at the gentle strokes brushing up and down his cock. The pleasure shivered through Devon’s body, his mind and body all to eager to accept simple relief from pain and agony, never mind a growing surge of intense pleasure.

Soon though Devon found the chitinous legs teasing touch wasn’t enough, rearing up off his forearms, Devon found it strangely natural how the legs shifted to support him, upright atop the abdomen, no thought spared to such things as he eagerly took hold of his cock, and moaned in relief.

His eyes clenching shut for a moment, before he intently stared ahead, stroking himself.

Never in Devon’s life had he ever thought of mutual masturbation, yet now that is exactly what he was enthralled with, staring intently between his wife and Alana, as Kaylee was fucked from behind, and mouther suggestively for his cock, and Alana collapsed to her knees, not just in her latest knee shaking climax, but also in desire to be low enough to catch his spray, if not lunge over to lap it from the floor.

Devon enjoyed gazing down at the kneeling hotel event planner, wondering just what her lips, her tongue, her throat may feel like around his cock. How he deserved to feel them, feel her body, fuck her pussy.

It only made sense after his wife’s betrayal. His wife’s cheating. His wife leaving him to his fate.

What he hadn’t noticed was the gray of his skin, the bleaching of his hair, or even how with each stroke of his cock it became more ridged and swollen.

Not that any of is mattered, as Devon soon found himself standing atop his spindly legs, the foremost rearing up and pulling Alana’s head forward to his cock. The raven haired needing no formal invite to begin worshipping the still changing cock eagerly with her mouth, the feel of Devon’s still human hands stroking through her hair soliciting a moan of delight before the gurgle of her spit as she was pushed down upon his length.

As Devon delighted in the pleasure, he felt his corrupt perversion take hold, his soul gradually being consumed by the creature he had been fused with as he accepted the pleasure and salvation from the Idol’s **** and torment.

Gazing down on the messy, glossy raven locks, Devon relished the hungry gaze through them. Devon couldn’t explain why, but he felt pity for her, a concern rooted in the perversions of what was left of his uncorrupted spirit.

Mercy. He wanted to spare her the torment of waiting to be freed. The realization, the desire, it shook Devon to his core. Gripping Alana’s head he screamed out in pleasure, feeling the pulse of is deeply sheathed cock twitch as it spurted, and spurted, and fed his own taint and corruption to this woman who had been here, ready to free him of his burden this whole time.

As Devon felt himself freed from soulful guilt, and bound to his new god’s will his new body moved with instinct and knowledge he could have never consciously imagined earlier that night.

As Devon’s human hands shifted to hold Alana’s shoulders, some of his spider legs set to work.

Pulling thread, weaving, binding and restraining the woman kneeled before him.

As if tied with white, tacky shibari ropes Alana delighted at the restraints, eager to explore being some bound sexual play thing as she panted heavily, regaining her breath with heavy gasps, between attempts to mouth the rigid demonic cock near her face.

With a heave Alana was slung up onto Devon shoulder, the spiderman diligently climbing over kitchen counters, and past tables, leaving the threesome behind with a smack upon Alana’s bare ass.

He had somewhere to be.