Crystal needs to use her talents once more

"You look like you took a big, sticky load, Timmy. Too bad I can't just lick it off for you." Crystal watched her friend struggle with the wayward silk, her smile both mirthful and seductive.

"This stuff is gonna take forever to get off. I think I'll have to-ow-cut it out of my hair." Tim pulled the web from around his eye while he followed Crystal into the indicated room, finally freeing enough to see once more. The beams of their lights swept across the space, illuminating the white silk covering the walls. Suspended in one corner was a conspicuous cocoon. The occupant was entirely concealed, with the exception of his nose, mouth, and enormous, rock-hard cock.

"Mistress? Is that y-y-you?" The man perked up at the sound of their approach, his aching length twitching with excitement.

"Oh, wow. Look at that cock! I think it's even bigger than my master's. Maybe too big...Oh! It must be for Ashlee's pussy. I think I could still take it. What do you think, Timmy?" While Crystal's inner monologue was flowing, Tim considered the problem wrapped up in front of them.

"Please take me, mistress. Use me. Anything you want. I just want...need to please you, to pleasure you. Please! I want to hear you moaning. It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard." The man in white continued to beg for his captor, squirming and panting in anticipation.

"Umm...your mistress isn't here. She...sent us here instead." Crystal said carefully. The man just made a disappointed noise, his cock falling a little.

"Don't be like that. We can still have some fun. Like this..." Crystal crawled up the web beside the man and gave him a long, deep kiss, letting him taste the essence that coated her lips. He tried to follow her as she pulled away, but he was held tight in his prison.

"P-please. More." He wimpered.

"Alright, try this." Crystal pushed a pair of fingers, slick from their recent adventure, into the prisoner's mouth, which he began to suck enthusiastically. She idly began to stroke his member, eliciting a muffled moan from him, while turning her head in Tim's direction.

"Oh! I'm lucky my master likes to fuck me so much. I don't know if this guy has cum the whole time he's been here."

"I think he might have been who spider-girl was talking about when she mentioned getting shot." Tim spoke while nudging a gun on the floor with his foot. It was fouled with webbing and useless, even if one of them had the knowledge to use it. The man in the web winced at the mention, prompting Crystal to pull her fingers free from his mouth.

"I'm sorry mistress! I was bad! I was wrong! I'll do anything, mistress. Anything!" The man begged desperately, pitiously.

"Shh. It's alright. She's not here. She's not mad." Crystal spoke calmly while languidly stroking the infected ****.

"In fact, she...actually wanted to reward you. If you can answer a few questions, you get..." Tim tried to steer things gently towards his ends, although he had a feeling freedom wouldn't motivate what had become of this man. Once Tim mentioned a prize to be won, Crystal took the opportunity to trace her wet tongue from the base of the throbbing cock all the way to the straining, purple head. Spreading the pre over the glans with her tongue, the tip of the impressive cock slipped frictionlessly into her mouth. After just a taste, she popped it out from between her lips.

"Did you like that? Do you want more?"

"Yes! Yes, ma'am." He nearly shouted his answer, not that Crystal wasn't already aware. She only giggled again, and kissed the tip of his rod.

"Good. The first thing we need to know is what your name is." Tim asked. The willing prisoner seemed to have to think for a moment before he replied.

"The mistress calls me 'Pussy-Licking Fucktoy'."

"...right. But, what were you called before you met Ash...your mistress?"

"My name is...was S-Scott Milburn." The man answered with difficulty. Crystal began to tease the end of Scott's cock with her wet tongue, a preview of what he could earn. Scott could only squirm and pant at the unseen stimulation.

"Okay, Scott. Why did you come here?" Tim asked once the captive had settled.

"Um...to serve my mistress, and do absolutely anything she desires!"

"Aww! That's so sweet." The assistant interrogatrix paused her ministrations to remark, then went back to running her lips along the side of his prodigious shaft.

"Yeah, great. How about before your mistress caught you? What was your group doing?" Tim tried to stay calm. He was tired and frustrated, but they were so close. No need to blow it now, so to speak.

"I was-ungh! My squad was ordered to capture...to capture an alpha. A-Oh my god, yes! A dominator. We...we tracked it here." Scott's cock bucked and wept under Crystal's gentle attention, but she kept him far enough from the edge to form a coherent answer.

"We had to take him alive. The whitecoats, they needed-Ooooooh! Fuck, yes! They needed him for the cure. Ahh! It all sounds like a waste of time. Who would ever want this to stop?" Scott explained it all while the lady below him did her best to keep from absolutely ravishing his swollen tool. Tim could tell he had little time left, but a sudden voice stole his attention.

"Where are you, Erin? Get back here and untie me. Those two little sluts are going to wish they had ran and never stopped." It sounded like Ashlee was right next to him, speaking directly into his ear. He looked around, trying to suppress the chilling fear and searing arousal that suddenly coursed through him. She was nowhere in the room. He couldn't shake a certain feeling of dread, however. Ignoring the lingering heat, he turned back to the moaning, groaning pair.

"We're running out of time. I mean, Scott, where did they take the, uh, alpha? Answer this right, and you get your reward."

"Yes! Yes! I know where! They would have taken it back to the compound, on the north end of the lake. Fuck! It's at a camp ground there!"

"I know the spot. Crystal, give it to him. Make it quick, though." Tim glanced back at the door. He hoped the sound of footsteps he heard was just his imagination.

"I don't think I have a choice. You should probably stand back, sweetie." Crystal had both hands working the slick shaft. Scott was reduced to heavy panting as he neared his limit. All it took to go beyond was one little push.

"You've been a very good boy. Please cum for me." With those words, the prisoner's raging cock began to unload stream after stream of thick, pent-up, pearly goo. Scott howled in triumphant ecstasy with each blast. The first painted Crystal's face, prompting her smile and laugh. After the second and third were running down her body, soaking her chest, her tits, dripping over her belly, she stepped aside. Tim was glad he heeded her advice; the final streams of flying jizz landed near the opposite wall.

"Oh! Good boy! Look how much you gave me. Well, you can't see it, but it's a lot. Thank you, Scotty." Crystal took a moment to admire herself before popping the sizable head of Scott's cock into her mouth.

"Welcome, ma'am." That was all he could say through his panting. Crystal giggled again around his cock, and sucked it clean, pulling free with an obscene slurp.

Tim stepped carefully over the cooling streaks of cum, and leaned out the doorway to look down the hall.

"Oh, shit! We gotta go! Now!" Tim called back into the room. Caught in the beam of the flashlight, untangling Ashlee from her bondage, was her sister, presumably. While her body was entirely humanoid, she had pale skin and a dark, chitinous sheath, much like her sister, as well as breasts just as large, if not larger. Her face was framed by long, black hair that made her skin seem to glow by contrast. Her eyes, wet and blacker than night, stared right at him as she paused for a moment and flashed him a big grin, revealing two long, thin, white fangs. The lady laughed ominously as she redoubled her effort to free Ashlee. Tim and Crystal sprinted madly for the staircase.

"Erin! Get them! Those two little whores are never going to cum again once we have them!" Ashlee screamed to her sister, proceeding to disentangle herself with her freed arms. Erin charged the pair, and lunged for Crystal, narrowly missing her. Crystal shrieked like a chased rabbit, and followed Tim as fast as she could. The moment she bolted through the front door, Tim slammed it shut, and held it closed by it's curved handle with all the weight he could bring to bear.

"Crystal! The old boathouse. You know it? Meet me later. Just go! Now!" Tim gave his plan just as the door began to shake and pull against his hands. Crystal looked at him for a brief moment, terror in her eyes, before nodding and running into the night.

"You know, stud, she's not serious about the cumming thing." A voice called out from behind the held doorway. "She'll calm down eventually. Besides, I'll fuck you behind her back until then. You'll love these big tits in your face, I promise."

"How about I think about it, and get back to you in a few days?" Tim called back. He received a hearty laugh in reply.

"Fuck! I like you. I think I'll keep you for myself, stud." Erin chuckled again, and put all her strength into wrenching open her front door. Tim released his grip at just the right time, sending Erin sprawling to the ground, and taking the door with her, hinges and all.

Tim took the sound of splintering wood as his cue, sprinting away as fast as his legs could carry him. He ran into a neighboring yard and vaulted over a fence, but she was still behind him, dogging him, gaining on him. Her face came to mind, grinning, fangs bared, black eyes staring, and...did she wince a little when he first saw her? He had an idea. An idea that almost completely distracted him from her bouncing tits when he glanced back at her. Rounding the corner of a house, he skidded to a stop and grabbed his flashlight. When Erin arrived a moment later, she found herself with a couple hundred lumens directly in the face. She recoiled reflexively, guarding her eyes from the beam of light, but it was too late. Blinded and dazzled, she had no hope of tracking Tim as he slunk away into the trusty shadows.

"Very clever, stud. I can see why Ash wants you so much. Don't worry, though. I'll find you. Maybe not tonight, but I'll find you." Erin spoke to the shadows, trying in vain to spot her quarry. Tim stole away cleanly, however, taking a silent route away until the prickling sensation of danger had passed.

Later, as Tim Lane entered the abandoned shack at the edge if the lake, he released the biggest sigh of relief to ever escape him. The old boathouse, with the exception of old beer bottles and trash, was entirely empty. He was exhausted, mind, body, and heart. With the fingers of dawn pushing through the half-decayed boards, tracing through the gently floating dust, Tim collapsed in a corner and dropped into a dead sleep.