You are well and truly fucked.

You have no hope of defeating her. She's already bound you, bullied you, and left you begging for more, and she hasn't even broken a sweat. Worse, she's so heartbreakingly beautiful and bold and brutal, and you are starting to realize you might have a type. Besides, you only came to school to learn more about your powers, meet chicks, and maybe figure out your whole deal. Well, you probably won't master anything but becoming a breeder bitch, but you think you might have met the best chick here, and your whole deal is being whatever makes her happy, so two out of three ain't bad.

"Please breed me, ma'am." You are even more surprised to hear the word's than Charlotte, who's lips make a perfect 'O'. She must be even more shocked when you lunge your head forward and catch her lips with yours. You don't know what came over you, but maybe you just couldn't spend another second suffering from the confusing cocktail of dread and desire. When you kiss her, when she slides her tongue past your plump, pantied lips to bully yours...then you only taste desire.

"Ohhhh fuck! NNGGHGH!" Charlotte breaks the kiss looking flushed and out of control for the first time. Unfortunately for you, it only makes you feel that much more sweetly submissive. Instead of recoiling in revulsion as her cute little backpack sized spider abdomen swells so large it slips underneath her and between your lovely legs, lifting you into the air still bare assed and bound, you moan lewdly and grind your wet, wanting folds against her smooth, hard, bumpy shell.

"You...you aren't scared?" Charlotte sounds almost scared, but then she smells your need and the predator in her kicks in. "You really aren't scared, are you slut?" She punctuates the sentence by pulling you up against her, skin to skin, having shredded the bodysuit with her now gigantic, lethal legs. You tremble, more with anticipation than apprehension, as Charlotte bites your bottom lip and says, "You know, we only show this form when me mate. Know one knows about it because we mate for life. Just, you know, not always our lives."

Why does she have to make a death threat sound so romantic? Why does she have to kiss you so slowly and sweetly, as if she has all day to eat you up? Why do her hands have to feels so soft sliding across your supple skin? Why does her pussy have to feel so wet and warm and wanting rubbing across her spider belly with you? Whether this is your last kiss or just one of many, whether you are about to be her mate or her next meal, whether this is true love or just plain hunger...it doesn't matter as long as she keeps holding you close.

You barely notice her sliding you slightly further back with each grind and grope. You don't care what she does as long as her hands are kneading moans out of your doughy ass, and she is kissing, biting, sucking, and licking her way from your luscious lips, across your nubile neck, and down your beautiful breasts to your painfully ringing bell shaped nipples. Each ridge that parts your hungry lower lips, pushes you closer to the edge. Alone, you never have the discipline to ride those tides of building pressure and boiling pleasure for too long before falling over down a slippery sticky spout. But with this expert coquettish tease guiding you, you feel like you could goon for hours.

"Nngh SNNRT Feels...GUH UH UNH SNORT goOOooOoooOod!" Oh Hela! You can't believe your and talking like a gooner girl out loud! Can't believe how helplessly horny you are. She hasn't even started to fill you with eggs and already you're acting more mind melty and pleasure puddly than Sally, your slime slut roomie! You wonder wistfully whether Charlotte would want to slather a slippery slime sub all over you before getting grindy with you. Just as you are about to toss that whimpery wonder into the ponder pond, you feel a thick, finger like protrusion part your petals and slide deep inside your pussy, spreading it like strawberry jelly.

"You're SHLPP such a good girl! So SLURP sweet. So SUCK submissive! And you're a MMPH fellow stupid NGGH gooner like MOAN me. Oh, AAAH. Arachne, the LICK fun I'm GUH going to UNH UUH OOKH have breeding YELP you." Charlotte sounds almost as lost to lust as you are. Well, almost is measured in football fields. Still, it makes you feel even more defenseless to see her show a sign of wet, wanting weakness. Plus, she's a real life girl gooner?! You thought that only existed in porn! Did you luck into getting claimed by the perfect woman? Or does she just know you're too weak to do anything to her at her weakest, and she's only showing you her slender neck to lure you in for the kill like the perfect predator she is? It doesn't matter...either way she's perfect.

You don't even have time to throw your questions in the what if whirlpool before you feel the first egg slide inside you with a shamefully satisfying SQUELCH. Your eyes roll back into your head and your hips buck, but you are held in place firmly, but surprisingly tenderly by Charlottes alarming appendages. You feel the climax you've been dreading hit you like an atom bomb, and you are mercifully atomized in an instant of white hot bliss. You feel your every molecule moan unholy hellalujahs as you disappear into decadent destruction.

"Oh fuuuck. It's so OOOOH hot how easy AAH you cum! If you think the NNF first one was nice, WHIMPER wait until you UNH UH NNF feel the twelth!" Charlotte coos, sounding close to cumming herself as you are brought back to life by another egg pumped inside you, only to be melted down and murdered by the all consuming climax that follows. After what feels like an eternity evaporating from a sublime spray into a wet mist, another eggs shoots inside you and starts the karmic cycle of death and rebirth all over again.

With each time you rise from orgasmageddon like a phoenix rising only to be burst into a billion brilliant bits of bliss, you lose a little more of yourself. A bit of resolve slips out as a sticky squirt around Charlottle's ovipositor. A degree of dignity drools down your chin. Beads of self control slide down your supple skin like sweat. Before you lose too much that you don't have enough to offer you cry out, "Please, Mistress Ma'am, please take my heart!"

Charlotte smiles starvingly, saying sweetly, "Mistress Ma'am? I like the sound of that! I'll put your heart to good use..."