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Published: 2014-05-18 01:22:48 +0000 UTC; Views: 7732; Favourites: 31; Downloads: 9
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Pick what you are (PokΓ©mon, dragon, large spider, snake, slime, a like-like for all I care. Pick your gender. Then, your action.Related content
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*she smiled* okay then just hold still I'm quite big and it's safer if I take off like this, wouldn't want to risk you falling off *she placed you in her mouth keeping it open as she stood up and stretched*
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βO-Okay...β I was a little nervous, but there wasnβt much I could do
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*she licked your body and murred a bit, soon she walked out of her cave and wrapped her tongue around you as she jumped into the air taking off into flight*
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βE-Eh?!β I look around as her tongue wraps around me
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*once she is in flight she reaches in her maw and pulls you out holding you close to her chest*
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Well what do you think? *We we're pretty high in the air and could see everything from up here* I could give you a different angle if you want
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βItβs pretty nice...β I say softly
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*I smile and murr* I'm glad you like it
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I nod a little, looking around
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So, you wanna tell me a bit about yourself?
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Remember me? Well I'm back for more. Interested?
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Great!
I am a giant female spider named Attercop, covered in black hair, with a red marking on my back and I have glossy black eyes.
For now, I'm lurking in the shadows of my cave, waiting for anything tasty to come by.
As you travel further into the cave, you can see large strands of webbing here and there.
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(Attercop. Heh, havenβt heard that since I read The Hobbit)
I did not think too much of the webs, continuing to move along. I occasionally tapped on the walls of the cave.
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You hear this booming reverberation as you tap the walls, which echoes rather loudly around you.
In my current position, I feel the vibrations caused by your tapping, allowing me to know where you are, so I start to scuttle along the ceiling towards you.
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I continue tapping the walls as I go along, amused by the sound it made.
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Eventually, the floor begins to get sticky, and there's more and more webbing covering the walls, ceiling and floor.
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I soon stop trying to continue on, and turn around
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I'm almost at your current position, but I cling to the ceiling, waiting for my prey to come by so I can get the drop on it.
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I had begun walking back to the entrance, not really looking around too much
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As soon as you pass under me, I pounce, knocking you to the ground as I pin you down with my many hairy legs.
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I grunt, frantically struggling under you in an attempt to get you off. βO-Ow! G-Get off of me!β
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Your struggles are no use, you are well and truly pinned to the cold stone floor. You then hear the sounds of hissing laughter, before a voice says, "Now why would I want to do that? You do look as though you're a bit stressed out. Don't worry, hon, I can help with that."
And it's at that point you feel a sharp pain in the back of your neck, as I sink my fangs into your flesh to poison/paralyze you.
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I whimper, trembling with fear. I continue to try to struggle. βN-No. P-Please...s...somebody. G...Get off...β
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The poison continues to spread like ice through your veins. Your movements start to slow, until eventually, you find you cannot move whatsoever, though you can still breathe and talk normally.
I bring a couple of my front legs under your body to pick you up, turning you upright to give you a good long look of me: a ginormous spider twice the size of a car, covered in thick, black hairs, with a red marking on my abdomen, with eight hairy legs supporting my weight, two of which are cradling you like a child as eight glossy black eyes gaze at you all the while.
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I was absolutely terrified by the sight of you. βI-I donβt...want to die.β I whine, pleading for you to spare me.
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"Don't worry little one," I hiss as I move you into a horizontal position. "You're not going to die... at least, not yet... Now then, you seem a bit cold, so let's get you all wrapped up."
My back legs then reach for my spindle, pulling long, sticky ribbons of webbing which I stretch towards you before I apply them to your feet. Unable to move, all you can do is watch as I rotate your body round and round, winding the silk around your legs as I start cocooning you in my webbing.
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I just continue to whimper and whine in protest as you restrain me.
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Round and round my legs spin you around as your calves and ankles are bound up by warm sticky web, continuing to rise more and more around your legs.
"What's the matter, little one? Are you afraid of me?"
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βY-Y-Yes...β I say softly, sniffling a little. βI-I want to go home...β
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As the silk covers your knees, you start to get dizzy from the constant spinning, combined from the venom coursing through your body. Globules of drool begin to drip from my mandibles, anticipating your taste once Iβm finished.
"Don't worry, child, soon enough you'll be safe and sound in your NEW home..."
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βI-I donβt want a new home...β I whimper, groaning a little from how much I was being spun around.
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"Who said you had a choice? It certainly wasn't me..."
In a matter of moments, your body from the waist down has been completely covered in thick, tight spider silk, your legs disappearing as the sticky webbing fuses them together. I give it a yank to make sure it properly clings to you, before resuming my rotation of you, and using another couple of legs to bring your arms to your side as the webbing binds them as well, pinning them to your sides.
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I was unable to do anything as you did this. βW-Why are you d-doing this to me?β I ask, crying softly.
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"Because you entered my den, and it's been ever so long since I've had company..."
I then apply more ribbons of silk over your rear, as some drool falls on your chest, dampening your clothes. You continue to spin, feeling the soft pressure of my webbing on your arms growing stronger as you turn round and round, as threads of spider silk are applied to your chest and back.
"What's your name, anyway, dearie?"
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βR...Ryan...β I say timidly, seeing no reason to refuse anything that was asked of me at this point.
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"Nice to meet you, Ryan. Name's Attercop, not that my name will be of any use to you at this point..."
For after a few more turns, and a few more ribbons of silk, you are completely covered in the stuff from the neck down. I give another yank yet again, and the silk tightens around you, hugging your body and visibly revealing your form underneath the cocoon. Without hesitation, I pull some new threads from my spinnerets, and begin to cover your neck in webbing, still rotating you all the while.
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I groan a little. βT...Tight....β I mutter, still completely immobile.
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"Hush now, Ryan. That's enough talking for today, I think..."
The silk is shortly brought over your chin, and after another small turn, your mouth is covered by the webbing as well. At this point, you realised that even if the venom wasnβt effecting you, you couldnβt have moved even if you wanted to, as your face starts to get covered by the webbing.
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βMmrph...mph...β my breathing began to quicken as the webbing got closer and closer to my eyes.
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"Lights out little one..."
Eventually, the thick ribbons of spider silk cover your eyes, and your world fades into darkness as the rest of your head is covered. I then start to apply some more silk, adding another layer to your already trapped form.
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βM-Mmph...β I was very scared now, unable to see what you were doing. I was afraid I would die bound and unable to see
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After a few more turns, yanks and rubs, the spinning finally stops, I break the last thread and admire my work; a tasty human now bound up in a cocoon of thick, tight, sticky webbing, unable to move even if it wanted to.
"There we go, all better now..."
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I just let out a stiffled whine in response, certain that you would kill me soon
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"Well, I certainly think you'll look a lot better once I bring you home and add you to my collection..."
And while I'm still cradling you in my two front legs, I start to scuttle back to my lair with you in my arms, drooling all the way back.
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I tried to move, though it wouldnβt do me much good, I was unsure of what it was going to do to me. Would I be starved to death? Would they just leave my corpse next to whatever other things they killed?
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Eventually, we come to a large cavern covered in webs, the ceiling as tall as a church, with several animal and bird-shaped cocoons dangling from it, held up by a thread of silk similar to the kind binding them as well as you. I climb up to this ceiling before bringing a few more threads from my spinnerets and attaching them to your legs as well as the ceiling. As soon as I'm done, I whisper, "Hold tight..." before I let you go and you fall slightly downwards before the silk prevents you from falling all the way to the cave floor, leaving you dangling upside down by your feet.
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βMmph! Mmph!β I found this very uncomfortable, trying to wriggle around in my cocoon.
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The venom is starting to wear off, but it's no use, you're well and truly trapped in the cocoon, unable to do anything more than wiggle around.
You hear more hissing laughter, then a slight pressure from outside the cocoon, moving up and down your body.
As I stroke you, I whisper, "There, you're safe and sound in my den, nice and cosy, and all prepared for later..."
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