She makes some new friends

Crystal ran like she never had before. Her tits were bouncing so wildly, she had to keep them checked with her arm. She was almost willing to curse their size, but she couldn't truly bring herself to resent them; she loved the girls too much. The terrified woman hoped that the frenzied spider mutant chasing her was having at least as much trouble. Crystal kept up her pace, making frequent turns and detours, trying to evade pursuit. Her flight had aroused the attention of many of the infected, but those that stirred to get a better look at her quickly found easier, more willing targets. After a time, Crystal seemed to have evaded her hunter. Slowing to a jog, the woman scanned behind her for any signs of her leggy shadow, thus entirely missing the spider-creature leaping down a nearby roof to land directly in front of her. Crystal did, however, notice Ashlee once her head was caught right between two soft, alabaster orbs.

"Waaagh! Oh...um...hi." The startled mother shrieked and stammered. Ashlee reached around her head, trapping her in the smothering cleavage. Her palps also held her prize close, caressing the smooth, shapely bottom she had just won.

"You ruined him, you know that?" Ashlee asked while gently stroking her captive's hair. She spoke calmly, but a fire burned behind her eyes.

"You ruined him, and now I have to start all over again. Even worse than that! He's going to take more work than ever, now." As she spoke, her grip became tighter and tighter, pushing the seeking slut deeper into the yielding, enveloping mammaries that formed her prison.

"B-but he fheems fho loyal." Crystal tried to talk down the spider-woman's anger even as the ever-constricting cleavage muffled her words. Ashlee laced the other woman's hair between her fingers, and pulled her head back to look directly into her eyes.

"It's not about loyalty, pet. It's about submission. Total, complete submission. No poisons or viruses or little tricks. Just a full desire to please, no voices in the back of their head telling them it's wrong. No sitting around, waiting for an order. One hundred percent living to serve me. Completely broken, and loving it." She explained it with a rising accent of glee. Crystal only stared unblinking, mouth dry, pussy soaked.

"I don't know why I'm explaining it, pet, when you're going to be living it. Would you like to be my fuckslave cumslut whore? I hope you do beca-What is...Hey! Let go!" The enraptured little slut was nearly ready to beg for her own silk cocoon, when the two were lewdly interrupted. Two guys and a girl, all infected and sporting heavy, throbbing cocks, had taken an interest in their impromptu meeting. They grabbed at Ashlee in a daze, dumbly trying to rub their raging erections against her legs and abdomen. Her attention stolen, Crystal took the distraction to slip free and scramble underneath the arachnid. In trying to grab for her prize, the infected spider failed to stop one man from wrapping his lips around her sensitive nipple.

"Aaaah! Go ahead and run, my little-nnnmmm-my little butterfly. It won't be far enough." Ashlee called after her quarry. There was a kind of satisfaction in having shared her plans for the woman. In her mind, it felt inevitable, now.

Crystal scrambled away, dodging a few more infected bodies headed towards Ashlee and what was probably going to end up as another free-for-all orgy. As she passed by, she couldn't help stare at the various forms of the infection with barely contained lust. From the breasts grown in defiance of gravity and undergarments, to twisting tongues and dripping cocks. Every drooling pussy and slime-slick tendril called to her. The exotic fur, coarse or soft, the inhumanly smooth skin, the shimmering, rippling scales, they each called for her caress with promises of sensual stimulation. All the teasing and running had her heart pounding; that and her **** cock deprivation, heightened her desire to nearly disastrous levels.

'I should probably do something about this...find someone to fuck...cum a few times...before I find Timmy...did I turn the oven off?...I could just fuck him...he'd just love it...probably sink his cock into...but I promised him...and master...FUCK...I just need...I wonder if...Wait! What's that shining over there?' Crystal stepped out of her own mixed-up thoughts when some light, glinting through a window in a small home nearby, grabbed at her attention. She stopped to get a closer look, even slowing her hand which had traveled reflexively to her pussy while her thoughts had run wild. A weak light lit the room inside, gradually being overtaken by the rising dawn's glow. There was a figure, indistinct in the gloom, lurking within. Whatever they held was shining like glass or metal, the glare seemingly directed right at her. Once Crystal locked onto the window, however, the mysterious shadow crouched low and the glow vanished. In spite of the coursing lust, or possibly because of it, Crystal couldn't help curiously approaching the front door.

Once sure she wasn't being followed by any of the nearby infected, Crystal gently tried the knob. The door was pulled open without warning, carrying her arm, and subsequently the rest of her, with it. The woman stumbled into the gloomy interior with a surprised squeak, releasing the door and catching herself on a small table.

"Shh. Don't worry! You're safe here." A delicate voice reassured her while the door was closed and the deadbolt clicked into place.

"Oh! Um...good. Thank you." Crystal replied, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark. She could slowly make out the shape of the small woman peering through the peephole. In spite of the petite stature of the occupant, so much so that she had trouble reaching the spyhole in the door, she held a telescoping baton in her hand with a comfort that implied familiarity. She sighed, and turned to Crystal.

"Okay, so I don't think any of...them followed you, but they're pretty stirred up. Let's go to the kitchen to talk." The girl motioned Crystal to follow. The infected lady, in spite of a little confusion, certainly noticed how her host's vision lingered on her. She always felt so sexy being eyed like that. She followed into the house, letting her prodigious bust bounce proudly. It was so nice to feel desired. The kitchen was illuminated by the dawn filtering in through a small window overlooking a modest backyard. The room would have seemed to be looted, the cupboards opened and bare, save for the food and bottles of water arranged on the counters. The kitchen otherwise resembled the rest of the house, small, cheaply furnished, but well maintained. The small girl slumped into a chair next to the old dining table.

"Go ahead and have a seat. I can get you some clothes, but I don't think they'll fit you too well, right? I can at least get a sheet so you can cover up. I'm Emily, by the way," the survivor said somewhat slowly. The way she wearily began to rise to her feet betrayed her clear exhaustion.

"Oh, you don't have to do all that for me. I think all I really need is a shower." Crystal responded with a very genuine smile, letting Emily sink back into her seat.

"Sure, right. It's at the end of the hall. Don't open the door with the latch on it." Emily looked Crystal straight in the eye with all the intensity she could conjure. "My roommates got infected, but they haven't tried to get out at all. They're harmless so long as the door is closed."

"Don't worry, I won't snoop."

"Sure, good. There're towels in the closet." Emily relaxed upon hearing that her guest wouldn't make a silly mistake. "The tub's full of water. Go ahead and drain it. The water's still on, so I can fill it later. Enjoy your shower. When you get out, you can tell me how you did it."

"Did what? Got clean? You can just watch, if you want." Crystal was a touch confused, but couldn't help a mischievous smile at the thought of her slippery, soapy hands running all over her new friend.

"W-what? N-no! I meant how you got...er, didn't get attacked. Out there. By the infected, I mean." Emily's stammering was accompanied by a deep blush. The infected woman barely kept her composure, just able to keep herself from needfully making out with the innocent girl. Instead, she turned and walked out with a sway of the hips, tempted to look back to see if she could catch anyone taking in the view.

The bathtub was, as stated, filled with water for reasons Crystal couldn't guess. It took a minute, but soon her shower was hot and ready for her. Luxuriating in the feeling of the cascade of water, generously lathering her sensitive skin, she moaned quietly, exploring her body like an old lover. Her desire was becoming intolerable, drawing her into the most sensitive spots. Her delicate hands slid so smoothly up her thighs, leaving a tingling trail behind them. Her fingers traced the path from her shoulder to beneath her throat. From the swell of her breast to the areola, and the aching bud at its centre. From her navel down along the swollen lips of her hungry sex. She never had enough hands. Thoughts of her master's caress playing across her back, thrusting deep into her from behind, swirled in her mind. Tim, entirely nude, offered himself to her, and she gladly took him in her mouth, her tongue electric at the sensation. Her sweet Ivan was there, too, his length fitting so perfectly into her hand. The fantasy only broke momentarily when she became aware of noises coming through the wall. They came from the forbidden room. By the creaking of bedsprings, moaning, grunting, and occasional cries, it was obvious what the pair of roommates were up to. The whole situation was enough for Crystal, working her pussy as furiously as she was, to quickly reach climax. The shuddering orgasm brought her to her knees. She wasn't satisfied, of course, but cumming twice more let her regain enough composure to finish the task of cleaning up.

'Getting clean can be such a dirty job.' The nymphish woman mused while drying herself.