They check up the stairs

"Absolutely fuck the basement. Let's check upstairs, and then we can ignore the basement and never think about it again." Tim replied emphatically. They proceeded up the stairway in the entrance hall, careful to avoid creaking boards that might announce their approach. Their lights pierced the gloom above, and a strange sight met them. The hall above was crossed by tangles of white strands, apparently biological in origin, strung chaotically from wall to wall and floor to ceiling. The pair stopped to look at each other before taking tentative steps towards the suspicious mass.

The white substance nearly concealed the walls completely, and ran across the corridor at random. Thankfully, the floor was mostly clear, and the way seemed traversable. The travellers carefully wound around the obstructions making their way towards an open door. A faint rustling sound preceded a bang that nearly caused the two to jump free of their skins. They both turned, lights searching for the source of the noise.

Tim received another scare when he unexpectedly found himself face to face with a woman. She swung down from above, ending upside down in front of him, hanging from the darkened ceiling. She was so close, her hot breath washed over him. Startled, he jumped back with a start, and ended up in a skein of white threads. They clung to him like glue, holding him while the woman climbed down from her perch. Tim began struggling much, much harder when he had a better look at the ambusher.

"Oh! My god!" Crystal said in shock, getting a look herself. The woman was something from a nightmare. From the hips up, she was an alabaster-skinned beauty. Long, black hair framed a youthful face, accented with carefully applied makeup. Her ruby-lipped smile was breathtaking, even in spite of the hungry, predatory look she levelled at Tim. The lady's slender arms ended in hands arrayed with long, delicate fingers, each sporting nails that matched the colour of her smile. What seemed like a smooth, glossy, black corset ran up her body ending just below her breasts, which each rivalled Crystal's in size. The corset helped support her prodigious bust, allowing them an unusual level of perkiness as they swayed and jiggled hypnotically. Then the more surreal features became evident. Replacing her legs was the body of an enormous, black-clad spider. Her torso seemed to be fused to the top of the prosoma just above the chelicerae. The corset she wore was, in fact, a flexible extension of her chitinous carapace, concealing where her pale skin ended, and where her dark exoskeleton began.

The spider-woman's eight legs carried her effortlessly down the wall, the larger two claws on each pad-like foot tapping softly on the wooden floor. Now that she was on the ground, Tim was at eye-level with the swollen, red nipples that capped her bouncing tits. He **** himself to look up at her. She held a look of self-satisfied victory before she spoke.

"Welcome to my home. I'm so glad you've made yourself comfortable. I think you and your friend will be very happy here, serving me as a little fucktoy. Would you like to be my personal fuckslave? You'd get to play with these incredible tits every single day. If you're a good boy." She pressed her wobbling mammaries together with one arm, and **** his face into the valley of her cleavage with the other. "Mmm...yessss!" She purred from the sensations his struggling gave her. Finally, Tim managed to pull away, and gasped for air.

"No! Never! Y-you may as well let us go. We're not going to play your game."

"You're a very silly little man. You're already playing my game, and you made my favorite move. Soon, you'll go from fighting me to worshiping me, and I'll be loving every minute of it. By the time I cum all over your cute face, you won't want to live without me. Don't worry; I'll have you wrapped up from head to toe, so you'll always be near me." As she spoke, her pedipalps had placed themselves on either of his shoulders. Her body closed with him, rising up to bring the fanged chelicerae up towards his face. The thick appendages slowly parted, but instead of revealing a terrifying maw, it revealed something that was only slightly less horrifying to Tim. A dripping pussy, big enough to swallow his arm, and black as the rest of her spider-form, was now getting nearer.

"Leave him alone, you big-assed spider-bitch!" Crystal screamed as she began raining blows on the woman's big abdomen. The woman just laughed, unfazed by Crystal's flailing. Unfazed until one wild swing struck the twitching spinnerets. The spider-girl's eyes went wide with pain. She backed away from Tim, and her head snapped towards the naked woman behind her. One oversized spider leg raised, and kicked Crystal away. The traveler hurtled backwards and fell on the ground, shaken by the blow, blood trickling down from where the serrated claws had pierced her.

"I'll show you your place soon, slut. You're going to have to work pretty fucking hard before I forgive you for that. But first, I'm going to make your friend here beg for me. He's going to forget all about you in a minute. My new pet..." She turned back towards Tim, leaned in close, and took in his scent. "...you smell incredible. And because you walked into my trap, and you never shot me, you won't even have to beg that much. Not like the last one. Maybe, if you're a very good cunt-slurping little fuckslave, I might unwrap you and let my sister fuck you, too. Would you like that? A threesome with you mistre-hey! What?!" While she spoke she gradually moved back into position. She was so turned on by Tim's struggles, and the way he stared, transfixed by her new pussy, that she failed to notice that Crystal had recovered. The woman, with all the speed she could bring to bear, crawled under the spider-body, and interrupted the gloating speech by doing the only thing she could think of that might save Tim a little longer. Crystal planted her mouth right over her opponent's great, wet folds, and began exploring with her tongue and lips.

"Mmmn..oooooh! You just can't wait, can you, you thirsty slut?" The spider-lady smiled triumphantly, watching the eager girl run her face along her slick netherlips. Before long, Crystal's entire face was soaked in the creature's arousal, and she began to slowly run her tongue along the large, straining clit. She looked up into the lady's eyes, and noticed something that sparked her recollection.

"Wait. Is that you? Ashlee?" Crystal, finally getting a look at the horny arachnoid's face, recognized the girl that her son had been crazy about for nearly a year. Ashlee's palps wrapped themselves around the back of Crystal's head, and clutched the mother back against the hungry spider-cunt. Crystal went right to licking, sucking, and swallowing without hesitation, happy to be back in it's hot, musky embrace.

"You knew me before? Fuck, that's good! Did we go to s-Yessss, yes! Right there, slut! Goooood. Did we go to school together, maybe? Mm...we'll figure it out later. Don't you dare stop!" Ashlee didn't have the luxury of figuring out where she had met the woman currently worshiping her pussy. She was far too busy climbing towards a fantastic orgasm. The first of many, she was sure. Crystal planted her hands on either side of the enchanting folds, then slid them up to fondle and squeeze the pair of soft tits that bounced freely above her. Crystal was releasing muffled moans into Ashlee's bucking body, while the spider-girl moaned out her own chorus of satisfaction.

Amazed, impressed even, by the display of wanton lust from his friend, Tim still recognized a distraction when he saw one; It certainly was distracting. Finally freeing an arm from the grasping strands, he slipped out of his jacket. Half-freed from his binding, and concealed behind a wall of all-consuming ecstasy, he pulled free from the web. Making his way around the sapphic pair, careful to step over the smooth, slender legs splayed around the hall, Tim intended to find something to help free his companion and allow them to escape. As he looked back at the strangely erotic scene, he noticed the spider queen's thrashing spinnerettes, and formed a plan. While Ashlee was gyrating in pleasure on Crystal's tongue, she was losing control of her six finger-like web-spinners. They leaked unsteady streams of silk onto the floor in tangles and threads. Tim daringly reached for one of the falling sheets, finding it soft, slightly tacky, and unsettlingly warm. Grabbing a second strand, he walked backwards, careful of more webs, and played out the silk while twisting the two lengths together.

Meanwhile, Crystal was still buried between Ashlee's sucking pussy lips, finding all the right spots. She pressed deeper until her whole face was engulfed in warm, wonderful wetness, the taste of the other woman temporarily obliterating all other sensations. Crystal began to rub her entire face over the other woman's folds before she had to pull back to breathe, making Ashlee squeal in delight. The fanged appendages that draped over the submissive woman's shoulders began quivering, and a thin, milky fluid began to dribble from the slit above the fangs' sharp tips. The fluid dripped over Crystal's naked back and ran to the valley of her ass. She immediately moaned loudly, arching her back, and her own pussy gushed over the floor.

"You like that, don't you? You like that venom all over you, you dirty whore." Ashlee smiled while the venom drove Crystal into a lust-drunk frenzy.

"Mmm-hmm!" Crystal's eyes began to roll back as she responded, never stopping her work on the swollen folds before her.

"Mmm-fuck, yes! I need to taste you, right fucking now!" The spider woman began to carefully roll onto her back. Crystal tolerated no wasted time, straddling Ashlee's face as soon as possible. Screaming out in pleasure as soon as the other woman's tongue began lapping at her essence, Crystal was reduced to babbling encouraging half-words, as the first orgasm quickly approached. Crystal came to an intense climax, coating Ashlee's face in girlcum, but it faded quickly, leaving her lust and desire burning hot. She dove ravenously for the flowing pussy in front of her, and gripped the base of the curved, dagger-like fangs while the pedipalps embraced her once again.

In her lust-dazed state, Crystal, the submissive girl that she was, wanted nothing more than to get the sexy spider woman to cum harder than she ever had before. Her mouth quickly found the other infected woman's clit, which had grown to a size exceeding the tip of her thumb, and wrapped her eager lips around it. Crystal was immediately rewarded by frantic, near-breathless moaning and grunting muffled by her own well tended pussy. She wasn't done yet, though. Reaching down with one hand, Crystal probed the opening of Ashlee's flooded canal with a pair of fingers. The greedy hole clutched at her hand with a **** rhythm, so she added another finger, then another, and soon had her hand buried to the wrist. With a **** groan into the madly twitching clit she serviced, Crystal lifted her own pussy off its source of pleasure so she could adjust herself. The improved angle let her align her arm with the drenched, sucking hole that grasped her hand. Ashlee shouted ecstatically when Crystal began to, with agonizing slowness, press her whole forearm down the squelching spiderhole. Crystal could feel the muscles quiver as they squeezed her arm in time with the clit that was still laying across her tongue. By the time she was buried up to her elbow in silken flesh, Ashlee had found her voice again.

"Yes! GOD FUCK YES! Move that fucking arm, you filthy slut! Aaagh! Yesyesyes. Harder! Pound that cunt! Uhn uhn uhn! Good little slut. Keep sucking, yes. Your arm feels sooooo good. I'd stuff you down that pussy fucking whole if I could! Oh! Oooooh! F-f-faster!" Ashlee's encouragement spurred Crystal on. The juices were flowing from the well stretched pussy like a river, falling over the floor in a great puddle. Ashlee had given up on coherent speech as her climax approached. Finally, the spider queen let out a tremendous howl as nearly every muscle in her body contracted at once. Her back arched up, her legs curled inward, her arms splayed out across the floor. The enormous **** of the orgasm left her in a realm of white hot, electric bliss for what seemed a timeless moment.

The scintillating grey-white haze gradually crept out of Ashlee's eyes. She was breathing hard, recovering from the intense explosion the familiar woman lying next to her had just given, but she soon realized something amiss. Her satisfied smile quickly dropped from her face when she noticed her spidery legs were immobilized, tied together with strands of her own silk. Her arms, too, were bound, held above her head by the same long cable of silk that terminated at an anchoring strand nearby. Tim soon stood over the captured dominatrix, leaning in to see her face clearly.

"Hello, there, Ashlee. You're just the person we were looking. I hear you were visited by an old friend. We want to know if you've seen...uh...Crystal, what's your son's name?" With his new perspective, Tim was now the one holding the superior attitude. That is, until his speech was redirected to his partner.

"Oh! Right. His name is Nathan. Didn't I mention that?"

"Okay, where was I? We need to know if you've seen your ex-boyfriend, Nathan, lately. We'll go easy on you if you tell us what we need."