They pick up a good lead, with a little encouragement

Ashlee stared back at Tim, her features painted with bemusement and girlcum, until she made a certain connection in her head.

"Wait! You're Nathan Miller's mom?! That's why you look so familiar! Wow, if I had known what a fucking pussy-craving slut you were, I would have tried to fuck you way earlier." She tried to get a better look at the woman lying beside her, but could barely see more than legs and tits from her angle. Tim snapped his fingers in front of her face.

"Hey! We're asking the questions here. Have you seen him or not?"

"Listen, stud. Why don't you forget all about it? Just take that mouth, plant it on my pussy, and let me take care of you." Ashlee wiggled her hips to emphasize her offer. Tim only sighed. If he had something she wanted, he might come out on top. Tim realized, finally, that there's one thing all the infected wanted.

"If you don't want to tell us, we can't **** you." Tim said sarcastically. "Crystal, push her to the edge, but don't let her go over." Crystal gasped, a look of delight written on her face. "Yes, sir." She said enthusiastically, climbing back atop her bound playmate. Affixing her lips to the arachnoid beauty's left nipple, she began to knead and squeeze Ashlee's supple breasts while suckling gently.

"Mmm...If this is the best you've got, bring it on." Ashlee moaned appreciatively while pushing her chest against the lips that tugged so sensually on her.

"You're saying that now, but I think we both know you hate being in this position. I have too much power over you; you can't stand it." Tim teased her, trying to get under her skin. A hint of concern, nearly invisible, flickered in Ashlee's eyes.

"Sorry to disappoint you, my little pet. I'm not giving you anything until you worship my body like my new, thirsty slut here. The faster you untie me, the less time you'll have to spend stuck-Oooh!-stuck to my ceiling, watching me use all my other toys." Ashlee casually threatened, somewhat distracted by Crystal. The busty mother was having a wonderful time caught between the battle for dominance. She couldn't help moaning into the spider lady's pale tits at the exciting thought of being a trophy fucktoy. She nearly lost herself in the fantasy of being fucked from both ends by the two while they continued their verbal sparring match.

"You won't be sticking me anywhere," Tim replied confidently while walking around to the end of Ashlee's twitching spider-abdomen, "not with these little guys." Tim started rubbing the strange, blunt appendages writhing gently on Ashlee's backside. They had already begun oozing small threads, many of which clung to Tim's hand. Ashlee's legs stiffened as a strained groan escaped her lips.

"Oh, Timmy. Keep that up. She loves it!" Crystal encouraged the man. She slid up the soft skin beneath her and met Ashlee's lips with her own. Soon, their tongues danced together while Crystal pinched and twisted the hard nubs capping the spider queen's splayed breasts.

"No! Noooo! Ungh! Don't...not there...that's not-unnnnngh!" Ashlee spoke in breathy tones between kisses before a spasm nearly bucked the other woman off. Her spinnerets were writhing in bliss, each stroke sending lances of hot pleasure through her twitching, spidery body, across her black, gushing cunt, and grounding out deep in a spot below her belly. Warm pleasure radiated out like ripples in a lake, but the next bolt came too fast, small ripples building up into larger and larger waves. Soon, the end loomed like a tsunami. In the shadow of release, Ashlee had lost control of her body. She bucked and twisted and struggled. Her voice was nearly unintelligible, her mind was scrambled.

The final release wouldn't come. Her tormentors slowed just enough to let her know how close she had been. She groaned again, this time in frustration, and pushed against Tim's hands. Once more, her body began to react, her lust nearing climax. Just as she was climbing towards the peak, Tim slowed, his touch softening, sending the woman tumbling back down to sexual limbo. She could only scream her frustration, prompting a mischievous giggle from the busty girl on top of her.

"We can keep this up for a very long time. Hell! If we get tired, maybe we could unwrap your victims and let them help. I'm sure they'd love to see you begging for a change." Tim said impishly.

"Uaa! Finefine! Fuck! Make me fucking cum, and...and I'll...ungh! You'll get what you want!" Ashlee refused to beg, but Tim's triumphant chuckle bit deeper than any fang. Wordlessly, the pair began working her body towards the summit of pleasure she longed for. She twisted and moaned, nearing her **** destination. Crystal turned around, her sensitive folds slipping smoothly, deliciously over the slick, chitinous surface below, and took up a vigil over the other girl's dark pussy. She couldn't help moaning herself as she dove into the warm, rushing river below her. Crystal's hand was a blur over her own sex while she sucked, nuzzled, and licked the throbbing, straining clit below her. This time, there was no going back.

Ashlee felt electric fire lance through her, the most delicious pain she'd felt since her legs had melted away, since she attained the perfect body. Her human half tried to double up, to squeeze itself into the energy radiating down every nerve from her spasming cunt. Her muscular, supple pedicel faced a similar **** from her over-stimulated spinnerets. It, too, twisted and jumped, unable to escape its lascivious torment. When finally the looming wave broke, and the final height ascended, her body tried to fight the bonds. Her arms and legs strained, every muscle strained, with the spectacular climax. Ashlee's mouth gaped in a silent scream, her eyes opened wide as well, yet seeing nothing but a grey haze and swirling lights. Every other beat of her hearts sent a near fountain of her juices to splash and flood over both women, sending Crystal to her own climax. The soaked playmate moaned frantically as she came, but it was reduced to a series of gurgling noises from the flood washing over her.

Each wave of euphoria propelled sheets of tacky, white silk from the twitching spider girl. Tim, not accustomed to mutant spiders, didn't know to move, nor did he as a load of threads covered his chest and head. He stepped aside after the show started, but the side of his face was plastered, his right eye stuck shut and his hair tangled.

"Oooooh! That was fucking...that was...pretty good, I guess." Ashlee was lying slack against her bindings, trying not to slur her words in the aftermath of her experience. "You wanna know about Nathan? He's...he was here. The puffed up ass-agh!" She yelped when Crystal slipped off of her, dragging an arm across her sensitive netherlips.

"He was saying that we...he wanted me to ride his cock. As if I'd just...just bend over for him. Don't care how good he looked. Can't just come here and...agh! Fucking stop it!" As the spider girl began to trail off, Tim reached over and gave a little tug on one of the overstimulated spinnerets.

"Concentrate! Where did he go?"

"Some suited-up jackasses interrupted us. They threw a little smoke bomb at Nate, and he hit the ground. They fucking shot me, like, eight fucking times. I grabbed one, but the rest left with Nathan. The little shit hasn't cum since I got him." Ashlee chuckled and pointed a slender finger towards a door off the hall. "You can try to get him to tell you where they took him, if you can get him to say anything other than 'I'm sorry, mistress. Please let me cum, mistress.'"

The two invaders both looked at the web-strewn door, intent on finding some answers.