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  Taken by the Giant Spiders

  Tessa Black

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  Taken by the Giant Spiders | Tessa Black

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  Taken by the Giant Spiders

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  Today just wasn't my day. I had to clean up after a kid who barfed up his cotton candy, and I had to fill in for Mark, who was sick, and clean up the east side of the park.

  You would think working for the world's most popular amusement park would be...well, a little more amusing. But it's actually the worst summer job I've ever had—and I held up signs dressed up as a hamburger everyday one summer.

  So you can imagine I wasn't particularly thrilled when my boss, Frank, asked me to clean out the Giant Spiders’ food bin.

  "Isn't that for someone with... you know, animal experience?" I said, wincing at the thought of going near those vicious creatures with soulless eyes.

  "The Maelbics are closed off from the feeding room right now. They can't get to it. Don't give me a hard time with two weeks left, alright?" His dark brows raised over his smoldering eyes before he turned his gaze back down to the stack of papers at his desk.

  I sighed, pushing my cleaning cart out of his office. Paying for college wasn't easy, and in my interview I had acted like I wanted nothing more than to work for Giant Bug Emporium. But really, the whole idea of combining bug DNA with other animals’ to make them bigger really freaked me out. I was not excited to go into the cage of a giant, hairy spider.

  I noticed the door to the custodial closet was slightly ajar and thought it was a good chance to steal away a moment. I didn’t generally get access to the closet this late into the evening because it was locked up by the head custodian at five. Those of us who worked this late generally left our materials and carts in the break room for him and he put them away after his dinner break.

  I pushed the door open with the cart and slowly closed the door behind me, careful not to make a sound.

  ‘Finally, peace and quiet,’ I thought, locking the door and pushing my back against it. Two months without a dick was a long time for a girl like me—I was used to getting it on the regular, even when I didn’t have a boyfriend. And when I did...well, that never lasted long. I like different flavors. I don’t liked to be tied down.

  I closed my eyes and imagined Frank, his broad chest covered by thin fabric of his muscle tee, his piercing green eyes, his dark, luscious hair. He was such an asshole, but he was a damn sexy asshole.

  I imagined what his cock would look like—long and thick, hard in his callused hands. Boy would I love for him to watch me as I stripped my ugly staff shirt and pulled down the cargo pants, revealing my generous chest and full ass.

  “Mmm,” I moaned, snaking my hand down my stomach and prying open the elastic of my cargo pants. I found my aching clit, covered by my thin, sheer panties, and I pressed down with two fingers, creating a hot friction in my loins.

  I moved my fingers in deft circles, imagining what Frank could do to me with those powerful muscles. Bend me over his desk, spread my plush cheeks and take me from behind. The imaginary jolts against the desk rocked my body, producing a strong ache inside of me.

  “Oh Frank,” I panted, unable to contain myself. I snaked my free hand up under my shirt, cupping it over my naked breast. I never wore bras for this reason, in case I wanted to touch myself or be touched on a whim. My breasts are pert and large, the perfect combination, so that most people don’t even know I’m not wearing a bra.

  The nipple hardened beneath my palm. I moved my fingers quicker, creating a new tempo with my greedy fingers. Until finally, my muscles locked in a delicious orgasm as I imagined Frank filling me with his seed.

  “Oh fuck!” I panted, too consumed with ecstasy to care if anyone heard me. The image of Frank railing me from behind faded, and I knew I had to get back to work. With a reluctant sigh, I pulled my hand out of pants and opened the door, peering around the corner to see that no one was there. I pushed the cart out into the hallway and out of the administrative building, into the park.

  I walked past all the screaming children and their tired parents flooding out of the park, and made my way to the foreboding Spider Safari. Tall palm trees swept overhead, their moving fawns creepy in the cool, evening wind. The tall, metal cages stood thirty yards or so behind the wooden fence, so that no child (or adult) could loose their fingers to a vicious Maelbic. I heard from the trainers that their DNA was mixed with a number of large mammals, like wild cats, so they didn’t create webs. They just attacked.

  I, of course, was the lucky one that got to walk on the other side of the wooden fence, bringing my body within a few feet of the metal cage. There was a portion that wasn't electrified, the part the trainers called, the cage's cage. It was a little fenced in area thirty by forty feet, where food could be rationed out and then taken in to the Maelbic’s cage by a computer-run pulley.

  I took out my key, sighing as the park’s adventure soundtrack began to play over the speakers, signaling to the remaining patrons that the park was closing. I had heard that stupid soundtrack a million times by now. I knew I wouldn’t miss it once I was gone.

  I opened up the cage, stepping into the small feeding area and closing the door behind me. A shiver ran down my spine as looked into the food bin. There were torn limbs of small rodents and chickens, feathers strewn about, and bloody bits I couldn’t identify. A cool gust of air rustled by through the trees, unusual for a night in the tropics. It was eerie—for a moment I wondered if it was a sign—

  ‘Yeah right,’ I thought to myself. My New Age-y roommate must have been rubbing off on me. Still, it was very eerie, being alone here, surrounded by tropical trees and shrubs as the sun set over the park.

  I locked down the rolling cart and unrolled the hose in the corner, pulling out the long rubber snake into my hands before twisting the water on.

  “Here goes nothing,” I muttered to myself before spraying down the nasty tank with water. I sighed, imaging how awful it would be to remove the pieces. I turned off the hose and put it away, pulling out the gloves from my waist and snapping them over my wrists.

  I approached the nasty container and pulled out the floating bones, wrinkling my nose in disgust. I was sure there was some kind of mask I was supposed to be wearing according to protocol, but I had a pretty careless boss. He didn’t bother to tell me about things like that.

  “Maybe one day I’ll sue them,” I chuckled to myself. I was sure that anything that could lead me to sue them would probably cost me an arm and a leg—literally. This was one of the most dangerous parks in the world to work in, but they were big on covering up with their wads of cash and expensive lawyers.

  I continued to grumble to myself as the animal limbs piled up beside me, when I heard a sharp, piercing noise from behind. I turned, slowly, my heart trapped into my throat. Maybe it was a sound effect from the adventure soundtrack I hadn’t heard yet...

  Or maybe it was a giant spider staring me down, a thin, black leg pulling at the chain-link door, maneuvering it back towards
his body.

  “Holy shit,” I whispered, my skin breaking out into a cool, nervous sweat. Everything in my body told me to run, but my muscles seized, and all I could do was watch on in horror as the spider pulled open the door, and took several bone-chilling steps inside...

  This five-foot tall creature with midnight black fur and five horrific, red eyes cocked its head at me, studying me with a piercing gaze that told me this was it. This was the end.

  I held my hands up over my face, blocking out the sight of the spindly creature when it made another noise, this time lower, a threatening clicking noise...

  ‘It’s going to kill me,’ I thought. Memories flooded through my mind: my friends at college, all of the parties, my mother making pies at home, my twin brothers playing Xbox...all of it. I took in a deep breath, bracing myself for the end.

  And then it licked me. It’s warm, probing tongue shot out and touched my arm. I dropped my limbs in surprise, yelping and jumping back.

  ‘These things have tongues?’ I thought, horrified. I knew they weren’t like normal spiders, but it was still shocking.

  The creature cocked his head again, and I tried to steady my dizzying thoughts, wondering suddenly if there was anyway I could distract the giant spider with food.

  I reached down to the pile of bones at my ankles and tossed one over to the creature, holding my breath as it bent its head down to sniff it. I got a good look at its round head with strange, protruding features over its mouth, almost like a muzzle. It horrified me. I had heard all the safety videos talk about our Maelbics—potentially one of the most dangerous beasts in the park.

  But I never thought it affected me. Boy was I wrong.

  The spider darted its tongue out against the bone, bringing the red blood into its mouth. It nibbled the meat off of the whiteness, baring to me its sharp, horrific pinchers. It kept its horrendous eyes on me, the slit-like pupils trained on my front.

  “Please,” I whispered, more to myself than the giant monster that couldn’t understand me, “don’t hurt me...”

  The spider finished licking the bone and kicked it to the side. It clattered with the tin feeding tub, making a horrific, chill-inducing sound that rang out clear across the air. There was nothing human around me. The buzz of a cicada. The call of a tropical bird.

  I was alone. Alone with the beast.

  The giant spider propelled two of its front legs forward, moving its black bullet of a body through the air. I shivered at the horrific way it moved, its limbs stretching and bending in alien movements.

  “No,” I whimpered in a last, futile effort.

  It made a horrible clicking noise, one that jolted down through my body and rocked my greatest fears. It lowered its round head, its four red eyes glowering down at me. I took a step back and tripped, hitting the hard concrete with a nasty thud. But I couldn’t feel any pain, even though blood was now seeping from my left arm.

  The creature lowered its body by bending its front legs. The whirring from its mouth became louder and more horrifying as it reached a sharp limb over my body.

  ‘It’s going to impale me,’ I thought. I closed my eyes tight as a horrific trembling seized my body . I felt the limb move slowly against my front—it felt like a cool, metal pool was pushing through my shirt. I waited with bated breath, expecting the worst.

  The giant spider pressed his leg into my stomach, and it caught on my shirt. I heard the humming of ripped seams and opened my eyes, surprised to see my shirt split open on the front.

  My breasts were exposed to the cool night air, and the nipples puckered into little tight nubs. I lifted my eyes to the creature to see that it was still watching me, its mouth only several feet above my trembling body.

  ‘But why hasn’t it killed me already?’ I wondered.

  But then I remembered something I had heard the trainer, Bob, say about the Giant Tropical Maelbic. The reason why we only gave them live prey after hours.

  They liked to play with their food.

  “No,” I gasped, kicking my feet out and scooting back. It moved with me, and lowered its horrific head over my breasts, moving the horrific, hairy folds of its mouth above my left nipple. It’s mouth, hovering over my diamond-hard nipple, produced a faint tickle as it moved. It was sensing me, deciding how to end me.

  ‘I shouldn’t have taken this stupid job,’ I thought bitterly, and watched in horror as the creature brought its mouth over my breasts, the hair on its muzzle creating small jolts of pleasure against my flesh. It pressed its tongue on my nipple in quick, darting movements. I opened my mouth to scream, but I was so terrified that I couldn’t even make a sound.

  The way it kneaded its mouth bits over my tit shot delicious joy through my body, creating ripples of desire so potent that I gasped out in surprise. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

  ‘But if I’m going to die...’ I thought morbidly. It was true. I should enjoy my last moments of pleasure. I arched my back, greeting the spider’s mouth with my generous breast—the flesh around my nipple tingling with pleasure. It moved its furry lips over my breast faster now, sending a rhythmic tickle throughout my body.

  “Oh God,” I groaned, fighting to keep my eyelids open. The spider moved its mouth down my body, over my ribs and my stomach. An electric thrill shot through me, anxious and hoping for more sinful delights.

  The spider stopped at my waist, and raised a limb up over me.

  ‘This is it,’ I thought. ‘For real this time.’

  It brought down the black arm and gripped the waistband to my cargo pants, tearing them open and catching the front of my panties in the process. I gasped as the fabric pulled back away from my body and snapped before my eyes.

  It was then I realized how the spider liked to play.

  ‘But it can’t be,’ I thought in terror. ‘And I can’t be so turned on by this...’

  But I was. I could feel my skin raise into sinful goosebumps and a flood fill my pussy as I watched the creatures blood-curdling red eyes. It moved its face back down to my flesh and over my naughty bits, its muzzle moving frantically as it took in the aura of my throbbing cunt.

  “Mmm,” I moaned, unable to fight the pleasure any longer. The spider pressed its mouth onto my throbbing clit, moving the hood upwards and taking it against the fine hairs twitching against me. I moved my hands up to feel my hard nipples in my palms, and then folded my fingers over my soft tits. I pinched them slowly, every sense heightening as the beast sent shooting quivers of delight to my core.

  A sharp clicking noise came from behind the giant arachnid—it was another Maelbic, this one even bigger than the one occupied at my snatch. It paused, and I held my breath as its mouth jittered, assessing the situation. It crawled over to my front, suspending its horrific frame over me. I flinched as the creature brought a jet-black limb over my face, sure that the end was finally here. I had more than my share of fun.

  I opened my mouth to scream, but I was shocked by the taste of something cold and slick in against my tongue, with small, bristling hairs. I opened my eyes to see that the larger spider had shoved its limb into my mouth. The sharp coolness was distinctly delectable. It wasn’t hard and soft like a cock—there was no flesh. It was just pure steel gracing my delicate mouth.

  I moaned against it, unable to help myself as the spider brought its leg up and probed it back downwards again.

  The smaller spider pulled its mouth away from my throbbing pussy, and I groaned as the cool air greeted it, filling in the space where the spider’s fuzzy lips had been. Then I felt something new down there. I couldn’t see, because I was afraid to lift my head against the larger spider’s suspended limb (what if it impaled me?), so I relied on my senses to determine that the spider was pressing a large, black leg against my opening, teasing around my gaping chasm. I shuddered in delight and anticipation, and sucked on the phallus in my mouth with gusto as I waited. The spider toyed with my lips, moving its hardness against me until it probed in me, with a long, hard push that
sent my trembling pussy ablaze with passion.

  “Yes!” I exclaimed against the larger spider’s limb. They both made the clicking noise, gracing my ear with the wonderful chorus. The larger spider thrust faster into my mouth, always inches away from my throat, as if it knew not to harm me, but to pleasure me instead.

  The smaller spider had filled my cleft with its limb, thin relative to its height, but thicker than any cock I had ever experienced. I felt myself tighten around it, the thundering ecstasy of my pussy growing as it pulled out and in, at first with steady pulses.

  “Mmm, someone looks like they’re having fun,” came a deep, thunderous voice from the cage’s door. I quickly rolled my eyes over to see Frank standing with his hands crossed over his broad chest, a devilish smirk on his face. My eyes grew wide, as I suddenly felt the shame coming to my cheeks.

  “Oh, now don’t be embarrassed. I set you up for this,” he laughed. “Please continue on.”

  “What?” I tried to say, but it came out as a gurgle.

  Frank laughed, a twinkle in his green eyes. “Mmm, don’t you look delicious. I was so excited when Mark called in sick today. I knew I could finally lure you in. This is what I hired you for, to be my little spider sex kitten.”

  ‘Oh my God,’ I thought, ‘this can’t be real.’

  Frank must have seen the shock on my face, because he laughed again. “Don’t look so surprised. You basically scream ‘dirty slut.’ I heard you touching yourself in the custodial closet, I’m not deaf.”

  He moved towards me, standing several feet away from my body. He reached a hand down to his belt and quickly undid it, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his cock in mere seconds. It was huge and thick, with bubbling pre-cum on the slit.

  Oh God, how I wanted it.

  I watched him pump his thick cock with a steady rhythm, his eyes stuck on me, moving from my plump tits down to my hips where I was being pummeled by the spider’s menacing rod. The bigger spider pulled it’s leg out of my mouth and moved over to my puckered nipples, bringing my right one into its fuzzy mouth bits.