A spider-woman crawls out of the sarcophagus...

The good news is that it wasn't a mummy. The bad news is that a mummy would be slower, and weaker. The lid of the sarcophagus fell to the floor with a slam, and from within came the torso of a woman attached to the body of an enormous spider. Her hair was wiry, her eyes like those of snakes. As her spider legs unfold, her height comes into full view. She towers over you.

Her mouth seems to drip saliva and venom, streaming from sharp canines set into your upper jaw. Her bosom was enormous, nipples large and flesh engorged with milk. They harden at the sight of you. Before you even have time to react, the creature pins you to the ground with its spindly spider legs, and lowers its abdomen over you.

You scream as the ends of the legs pierce into the flesh of your palms. Silk sprays from her abdomen, sticking to your flesh as the remaining legs spin you. Your clothing pulls apart in the hot spray, leaving you naked and bound in the web.

"What are you doing to me?"

The beast woman raises you to her human arms, which lift you higher in the air so that she can see you more closely. She seems to examine your battered body, prodding it, smelling it. Her nipples were getting stiff. You already know what is coming next, or have the gist of it. The creature carries you back to the sarcophagus, and lowers you into it gently.

A talon at the end of one of its legs slices open the webbing about your pussy, exposing it. You felt more naked in that moment than you ever have. The pyramid draft on your pussy was intense, chilling, a thrill in itself. The spider-woman trotts off to the treasure pile briefly, and comes back with a sizable golden ring.

She kisses you on the lips, a sour black saliva drizzling from her mouth into yours. You protest, but your muscles began to relax involuntarily, until your face is almost completely paralyzed. The monster's hands open your lips wide and fit the gold ring within them, like a ring gag. It is at this point that you begin to realize that you are the woman on the sarcophagus, mummified in spider webbing, and there is nothing you can do.

A long translucent pink tube extends from the monster's abdomen, and presses its way inside your vagina. Your heart races. You think about the shape of the creature's breasts... your fears are verified when large eggs begin to float through the tube from the monster's body, into your sensitized pussy, and finally your womb. Your cervix seems to give way automatically, opening up to the **** of every egg.

You groan in agony. A hundred eggs must have passed into you, your belly now bloated beneath the web. You can feel them inside. The monster presses its nipples against your slack face, and massages her breasts until a stream of sweet milk sprays into your throat. You barely find the strength to swallow, but do so desperately as the milk rains into you. The monster exhausts its bust, draining itself into its victim's stomach. Finally, it plants the still rigid ovipositor to your lips, and pumps the last fifteen to twenty eggs down your throat.

The tube went flaccid in your mouth, and retracts to the spider-woman's body. It kisses you on the forehead, and replaces the lid of the sarcophagus over the tomb, leaving you in darkness.

You struggle. You can still feel the eggs inside your belly. They are so warm, and so big. You try to remember what you can about arachnology. Were they going to burst out of you? Or is it going to be something more gentle? Or just stranger? You shudder in the darkness, knowing that whatever it is, it will be terrible and you will survive it to experience it again.