You submit yourself to depraved lust

The more the poor girl whimpers and moans beneath the spider daemon, the more you revel in the depraved lust of the moment. You get onto your knees, leaning your shoulder against the piled stones as you push three fingers into your tight channel and fuck yourself. The spider has a strange rocking motion it makes as it thrusts into the helpless girl and you mimic this motion, spearing four fingers in and out of your slick groove and imagining the daemon spider claiming your cunt.

"Ohhh yesss," you moan. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Claim my womb. My body... ohhhhh... is yourssss!"

You cum hard against your fingers and the spider thing does not seem to notice as it continues to click its chitinous limbs and thrust at the girl trapped beneath it. You can glimpse her pale flesh beneath its moving legs and hear the occasional cry of pleasure, fear and pain mingling together. Those moans only further inflame your lust and strip away more of your dwindling sanity.

"Yes, fuck her. Breed her." You moan, pushing yourself up onto the rocks and flopping onto your bottom. You spread your thighs wide apart, plunging your fingers into your cunt with one hand and roughly twisting your nipples with the other. You are brazenly in sight of the spider daemon and it lifts several legs into the air as if sensing a threat. "That's it. Come and fuck me. Come and claim this cunt."

The sinful words spill out of you, recalling other moments, other desires and waves of madness that swept over your body. Have you done this before? Have you offered yourself to this daemon before? Time is so strange here. Maybe it caught you once before and... did something...

"Hhhhelp me, ohhhhhh, please," comes the girlish cry from beneath the spider.

"Yes. Help her. Give her more of that cock."

The spider lets out a chittering cry of triumph and rears up. For a moment you see the girl with her face down and her ass held up by several of the spider's legs. A fat, pale purple cock is buried in her quim and the filthy seed of the daemon is bubbling out of her. Then she disappears again as the spider's legs close around her and begin to spin her in a wet cocoon of excreted fibers. When it is finished, she is bound tightly on the shore. She seems to be alive, but she is completely immobilized.

New fear and excitement surges through you as you realize the spider daemon is at last turning its attention to you. It scurries across the stones with disturbing speed. It's far too late for you to escape. Its hooked legs grab you and pull you roughly down from the rocks and throw you onto the shore.

"I want it," you moan, "you don't have to be so rough."

But the daemon is not being rough, it is treating you with the same ruthless efficiency it treated the other girl. Its bristled legs enclose your body and you feel a sharp pain in the back of your thigh. Heat and weakness melt through your blood and you collapse onto your face on the hard shore. The daemon lifts your ass. For a moment, rough bristles stroke your thighs and your buttocks and then, with sickening certainty, you feel the hot, bulbous tip of the spider daemon's cock at your tender folds.

"Do it," you moan through clenched teeth. "Fuck meeeaaaaHHH!"

Your words are interrupted as the spider commences a vigorous breeding of your tight fuckhole. Its cock stretches you painfully wide and begins to thrust in and out with mechanical regularity. The heat of it grows inside you. The ridges of it stroke your cove's inner walls.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" you wail and rock your hips back, taking the daemon's cock as you abandon yourself to the madness of pleasure. You feel the daemon's cock jerk and the first hot gush of its seed paints your cervix and floods your clutching tunnel. The spider is no lover, it is breeding you, thrusting in and out and overflowing your sex with subsequent waves of orgasmic release. Along with the torrents of spunk comes a deposit of eggs. You feel them being packed into you, forcing painfully past your cervix and cramming your womb. You scream, "It hurrrrts!"

Tears pour down your face, but the spider does not care for your pleading, your pleasure or anything else. It resumes thrusting into you and soon paints your cunt with another hot load of its seed. You feel the warm silkiness of it drooling from your stretched hole, dripping down your thighs and onto the ground.

Its huge cock leaves your with an unceremonious slurp and the un-dammed release of the cum filling you. It gushes out and you squeeze your inner muscles, feeling more of it pouring out of you. It is only a moment of respite before the spider daemon seizes you in its legs and begins to wind its wet silky substance around your body. In moments, you are bound as tightly as the other girl and lying helpless on the rocky shore. You can breathe through the fabric, but you cannot even see through it.

You know what comes next. Somehow, you remember it all. Hanging upside down in the spider's lair. What happens this time? Will you be food for its hunger or will you birth the spiderlings that have been fucked into your body? Maybe this is the time someone comes to save you.