The Spider and the Wasp

You wake to the endearing strains of Chopin's Funeral March. You're cocooned head to foot in some kind of soft rope. You can hear a smooth female voice talking in a sportscaster's whisper.

"Good eee-vening, viewers; welcome to the Widow's Lair; this is Skyler High; your regular host Tyler Wells was called away on personal business. Tonight we have a special treat for you; we'll be re-enacting one of nature's greatest challenges. Widow Noire will be facing off against one of the natural enemies of the spider - a wasp! This will be Silver Sting's first appearance in the arena, and possibly also her last."

A voice sounds in your head. That's your cue to break out of the cocoon.

What? This is some theatrical bullshit, isn't it? I'm not playing along.

Look, Lady, in four seconds that cocoon is going to burn at 2,000 degrees; feel free to stay wrapped up.

Your sting-bolts shred the cocoon and you fly free. You're in a large space, about sixty yards across and sixty feet high. It's dark, and the floor of the place is a huge spider web. Crowd noise is coming through the transparent walls and ceiling, but your attention is held mainly by a tall negro woman with six arms resting at the base of the web; she's wearing a shiny black skinsuit with a red hourglass shape on the back. She's watching you intently.

"You can now see these two fierce predators sizing each other up. Will the wasp sting the spider into submission and satisfy her lustful desires on the spider? Or will the spider paralyze the wasp and implant her eggs. This is a battle for survival of the fittest."

Something tells you that hanging in the air like a target might not be the best idea. You start moving and activate your stinger.

"And it's on! Silver Sting jinks sideways and unleashes her bioenergy blast, which Widow Noire easily dodges. Widow returns fire with a silk bolt that Sting also avoids easily. She'll have to be careful though; those silk strings are sticky, and they will make it more difficult for her to fly as more of them get up there."

You swoop down and strafe, but the nimble spider-girl manages to avoid it. Another couple of silk strands shoot upwards and end up dangling from the dome ceiling. Another volley nearly hits her but you have to switch to the shield to stop a pair of incoming web strands. Luckily they don't stick to the **** shield.

You continue to play cat and mouse (or wasp and spider) for some time. She can't put a web on you and you can't do more than graze her with your stings. Finally you spot an opening...

You get of three darts before the web hits your shooting arm. She's obviously super-strong, because she's reeling you in despite your best efforts. You manage to yank the web free, but not before she fires one onto your leg.

Dodge and cut is a game you can't win, so you concentrate on shooting her instead. She backs off, but not before webbing your other leg, too. You shoot your legs free with a bit of effort and then try to find her. Her dark suit blends into the dark environment way too well.

Something moves to your side and you whirl to face it. The web is vibrating and you pump a few stings in, but then something big and heavy lands on your back. Something large pokes you between the legs and then the weight drops away. You try to fly up but a severe tug on your pubis stops you. A twin-strand web stretches from that down to the main spider web. From your last entanglement you know to keep your legs apart because you don't want either one stuck to the cord holding you down.

Widow hisses, "Pull that one free, bitch!"

You whirl and shoot at her Several stings hit and one of her arms goes limp, but that leaves five still working. She leaps again; when she grabs you another web rope ties one of your legs to the main web. She lands behind you and strings out another line, tying down your other leg. She deftly climbs up the strands; they don't seem to be sticky to her.

You whirl your upper body to try for a shot but she grabs your wrists and pulls them together, ramming them against her crotch. That's when you find out the webs are being spun out of her urethra. She rubs against your hands and they end up wrapped in sticky threadlike goo. She presses your hands against your stomach and they stick there with the same iron ****.

Skyler's voice once again fills the arena. "It looks like our Sting is in a sticky situation; what will the Widow do? Will she sting and kill, or lay her eggs?"

Widow positions herself so you're staring at her cunny from about six inches away.

She grins wickedly and says, "Now, little Sting, you can either taste my webs sealing your mouth and nose shut to suffocate you, or you can give me a pleasant reason not to shoot...