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“She’s really something else. From the waist up, she looks fairly human. Pretty, red-headed; hair’s a bit bright and it’s rather long, but it’s all plausible. From the waist down, however - well, you can see her yourself.”
Phantom stared at the glass. Subject 90 was a curious creature, but she was beautiful in her own way. She didn’t have the connection that many humans did with spiders; they simply never caused any special emotions in Phantom one way or another. However, this creature was causing a certain excited stirring.
Although she hadn’t bothered to learn her name - Phantom preferred the clinical detachment of “Subject 90” anyway - Phantom already knew that the she-spider was going to be sticking in her memory for years to come. Unsure how to properly bind a creature with eight legs, the MirageCorp retrieval team had grabbed her and taped each of her long appendages up in a sticky wrap of blue tape. It forced her down into a ‘kneeling’ pose, and meant that at beast, Subject 90 could squirm in place.
A heavy leather straitjacket was both effective and visually stunning. Phantom spend a few moment simply taking it it. The spider-woman was straining and struggling, and it was delightful. Every squirm against her self-hug prison sent a shiver down the voyeuristic cyborg’s back. She’d arch forward and back, tugging the leather sleeves and metal bonds tight. She could hear the straining of the leather and the shiny squeak of the bluetape around her appendages. Phantom quietly tapped a few keys to tape the audio for future use.
“She’s unharmed, of course,” said the guard. “We’d never injure a test subject.”
Phantom nodded. “Of course not. You’ve all done well. I suspect that she was a real handful to bring in. The report said she had managed to web up two of our field agents, and that one of them is still squirming away in the debriefing room.”
The guard affirmed silently. “Her spidersilk could be a very useful thing. You know this, but it bears repeating. If she’s capable of producing it that fast, she’s already going to be more useful than any factory. I suspect we might even offer her a position. What does she want, anyway? Men? Women? Food? Guests and playmates to get webbed up in her lair?”
The R&D team shrugged. “We’re not sure. She hasn’t seemed very chatty.”
Phantom placed a hand on the glass. Subject 90 was taking a break for a moment, huffing in air through a fat red ball-gag. It matched her hair so nicely.
“We’ll leave her there for a few hours. Clear out, leave minimal security. I’ll come back tonight. I suspect she’ll be a bit more pliant then.”
The guards saluted as Phantom turned to leave. “And maybe you can cut that guard out of her cocoon. Or if not, at least bring her to the break room so everyone can enjoy her predicament.”

Laressa huffed into her gag. With all the guards gone, an armature had descended from the ceiling. It ended in a white bulb that made a most pleasant humming sound, and provided a very pleasant massaotheraputic vibration. It also was starting to tease her into a frenzy.
The armature would descend, scan her body, observe her expression, and retract. Then a few seconds later it would return, this time with its naughty magic wand extension. She’s loosen up a bit, allowing it to go up and down her shoulders and the small of her back. Then she’d reflexively get tense and bashful as it circle around her erogenous neck and sensitive chest. Even through the thick leather of her prisoner straitjacket, Laressa could feel that humming bulb against her breasts. She chewed tight on the gag as it circled around her teat before moving back to her back, rear, and legs.
She enjoyed another round of titillating torment, but was ready to take matters into her own hands. The MirageCorp R&D had not been as welcoming as she had been led to believe. Laressa relaxed, concentrated, and let her body change shape. Her spider-legs and abdomen disappeared, and the drider became fully human. The straitjacket was now a bit too loose, and she was able to wriggle free. With her hands free, she simply plucked the ballgag from her lips. Never one to waste a good time, she also grabbed the toy from the armature and helped herself to a well-deserved massage on her own terms.
After relieving some tension, Laressa had a moment to herself. She stared at the tape on the floor, now in shiny scraps. Her captors hadn’t given her the polite reception she was expecting. As a drider, she had anticipated a tea party and warm welcome. She had instead enjoyed a tight hood, some rough transport, and a padded cell. She frowned and clutched the gag tightly. Clearly, if Phantom wasn’t going to give her a meeting, then she’d take one on her own.
The observation room was made for larger creatures than her human form, so it was simple to duck beneath the window. When a guard stopped by and noticed the utter lack of spiderwoman inside, she was quick to slip out the door - leaving him a squirming and webbed-up mess.
Laressa found Phantom in her library, idly tracing her fingers up and down old books. She had been dictating orders aloud, pausing the moment the redhead entered the room.
Phantom was silent for a long moment. Laressa opened her mouth to speak, but Phantom interrupted her. A power move like that sent a chill down her spine. She was going to enjoy this more than Phantom could possibly know.
“I see the cell didn’t hold you.”
“Obviously not,” responded Laressa curtly. “Surprised?”
Phantom turned to her. “A bit. I didn’t anticipate you to change forms.”
“I’m full of surprises,” Laressa quipped. She had always wanted to say that. The drider was grinning now, walking forward with the slow gait of someone in charge. “But I think you’re full of it. All the employees bow before you like you’re a goddess. Some mistress you are; you can’t even keep a test subject in a padded room!”
The villain shrugged, walking towards her desk. “It was a miscalculation on my part. Really, it’s an opportunity. We can have a formal meeting. You already know that I am called Phantom, and you are…”
Laressa shot a web from her hand, cocooning Phantom’s fingers into a balled-up fist.
“Away from the desk. Now.”
Phantom stared at her with a grin. “All right, Ms. Away-From-The-Desk…”
Laress shot another ball of webbing, impacting Phantom’s other hand. She walked closer, pulling the pale villain away. “My name is Laressa. Nice try. Any weapons or signals you have in there won’t be any use to you; we’re having a private meeting.”
Phantom smirked and raised an eyebrow. “And if I yell or scream?”
It was Laressa’s turn to smirk. She maneuvered her target’s hands behind her back, and then began layering on a very generous helping of spidersilk. Wherever she moved her hands, she left a nice helping of off-white strands of interminable and sticky white silk. At first she moved her arms up and down, making certain that Phantom was comfortable and that her arms were well and restrained. When satisfied, Laressa began to weave a cocoon up and down Phantom’s slender curves.
Phantom’s arms were forced back, and her breasts jutted out. Laressa gleefully encased the rest of Phantom’s form from the neck down, but left that for last. It was absolutely magical to see this pouting villain stand and squirm as she became wrapped up in loving webs. Her knees and ankles enjoyed extra-special treatment, with a few more quick layers to make sure she wasn’t going to kick free. It had just the right amount of bite and give - just tight enough and taut enough to prevent her from kicking free.
Laressa absolutely relished Phantom’s face. She slipped the gag - the very one she’d been wearing this afternoon - into the madame’s mouth. It parted her lips and let a tiny dribble of saliva out of the corner of her mouth. It looked so very nice, and the rest contrasted so vividly against Phantom’s white face! Unfortunately, she was a stickler for uniformity. She began to web over her captive’s mouth and nose. It left a very satisfying bulge around her lips, though. Laressa was an artist with her webs, and that cute little bulge of a gag and her pouting, silk-covered lips were still quite prominent. It was extra extra tight, too; she wasn’t in the mood for this villainess to get mouthy.
It was right at that moment that Laressa finally looked at Phantom’s eyes. They were an emerald green, and vividly bright. She had a way of speaking despite the fact that she was gagged in two layers and quite unable to vocalize any words. No, it was something in her expression.
Despite the damningly tight webs, Phantom seemed to be smiling. Laressa couldn’t see her mouth, of course, but the way that her eyes sparkled made her imagine a wide grin.
She realized she had stopped wrapping up her cocooned captive and had been staring deep into her eyes. She was kneeling now, finishing up her mummy’s legs. That’s what she was telling herself, at least; Laressa was prostrate before a woman who was completely in control. Even this was just a game to her; a chance to be tied up and tormented without needing to look weak.
Phantom slowly moved forward, and Laressa moved back. The woman lay on top of Laressa, despite being a silk-coated worm, and stared deep into the spider’s eyes. Laressa blushed a hue of red that almost matched her hair.

Laressa wasn’t just huffing. She was squirming, moaning, groaning, and helplessly humping the air. She leaned forward and back, trying to gain some sort of purchase and utterly failing.
After her attempt on Phantom’s freedom the day before, she had been recovered and placed in a new and exciting device. The villain’s R&D was finishing up an organic sleepsack made from a rubbery plant-material, and Laressa was going to be its first test case!
From the neck down, she was utterly enclosed in a vacuum-tight, sticky, shiny, and rubbery case. Dark green sap had formed around her body, and dozens of ropey vines made sure that she wasn’t going to get far. She couldn’t fall over, couldn’t hop away, and couldn’t even transform. It kept her far, far too tight for drider form, and her human form was the perfect size to be kept in the thick latex embrace of the plant-sack.
Three armatures now ran up and down her form, keeping her absolutely on edge (and bringing her over it!) whenever they could. She shivered as one of the vibrating toys ran down her rear, sidling itself between her cheeks. She groaned into a fat plug-gag for sweet release of any sort. After what felt like an eternity of this tremendous teasing, Phantom arrived in her room - grinning and bearing new toys.
“Now, Subject 90, about that meeting…”

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“She’s really something else. From the waist up, she looks fairly human. Pretty, red-headed; hair’s a bit bright and it’s rather long, but it’s all plausible. From the waist down, however - well, you can see her yourself.”
Phantom stared at the glass. Subject 90 was a curious creature, but she was beautiful in her own way. She didn’t have the connection that many humans did with spiders; they simply never caused any special emotions in Phantom one way or another. However, this creature was causing a certain excited stirring.
Although she hadn’t bothered to learn her name - Phantom preferred the clinical detachment of “Subject 90” anyway - Phantom already knew that the she-spider was going to be sticking in her memory for years to come. Unsure how to properly bind a creature with eight legs, the MirageCorp retrieval team had grabbed her and taped each of her long appendages up in a sticky wrap of blue tape. It forced her down into a ‘kneeling’ pose, and meant that at beast, Subject 90 could squirm in place.
A heavy leather straitjacket was both effective and visually stunning. Phantom spend a few moment simply taking it it. The spider-woman was straining and struggling, and it was delightful. Every squirm against her self-hug prison sent a shiver down the voyeuristic cyborg’s back. She’d arch forward and back, tugging the leather sleeves and metal bonds tight. She could hear the straining of the leather and the shiny squeak of the bluetape around her appendages. Phantom quietly tapped a few keys to tape the audio for future use.
“She’s unharmed, of course,” said the guard. “We’d never injure a test subject.”
Phantom nodded. “Of course not. You’ve all done well. I suspect that she was a real handful to bring in. The report said she had managed to web up two of our field agents, and that one of them is still squirming away in the debriefing room.”
The guard affirmed silently. “Her spidersilk could be a very useful thing. You know this, but it bears repeating. If she’s capable of producing it that fast, she’s already going to be more useful than any factory. I suspect we might even offer her a position. What does she want, anyway? Men? Women? Food? Guests and playmates to get webbed up in her lair?”
The R&D team shrugged. “We’re not sure. She hasn’t seemed very chatty.”
Phantom placed a hand on the glass. Subject 90 was taking a break for a moment, huffing in air through a fat red ball-gag. It matched her hair so nicely.
“We’ll leave her there for a few hours. Clear out, leave minimal security. I’ll come back tonight. I suspect she’ll be a bit more pliant then.”
The guards saluted as Phantom turned to leave. “And maybe you can cut that guard out of her cocoon. Or if not, at least bring her to the break room so everyone can enjoy her predicament.”

Laressa huffed into her gag. With all the guards gone, an armature had descended from the ceiling. It ended in a white bulb that made a most pleasant humming sound, and provided a very pleasant massaotheraputic vibration. It also was starting to tease her into a frenzy.
The armature would descend, scan her body, observe her expression, and retract. Then a few seconds later it would return, this time with its naughty magic wand extension. She’s loosen up a bit, allowing it to go up and down her shoulders and the small of her back. Then she’d reflexively get tense and bashful as it circle around her erogenous neck and sensitive chest. Even through the thick leather of her prisoner straitjacket, Laressa could feel that humming bulb against her breasts. She chewed tight on the gag as it circled around her teat before moving back to her back, rear, and legs.
She enjoyed another round of titillating torment, but was ready to take matters into her own hands. The MirageCorp R&D had not been as welcoming as she had been led to believe. Laressa relaxed, concentrated, and let her body change shape. Her spider-legs and abdomen disappeared, and the drider became fully human. The straitjacket was now a bit too loose, and she was able to wriggle free. With her hands free, she simply plucked the ballgag from her lips. Never one to waste a good time, she also grabbed the toy from the armature and helped herself to a well-deserved massage on her own terms.
After relieving some tension, Laressa had a moment to herself. She stared at the tape on the floor, now in shiny scraps. Her captors hadn’t given her the polite reception she was expecting. As a drider, she had anticipated a tea party and warm welcome. She had instead enjoyed a tight hood, some rough transport, and a padded cell. She frowned and clutched the gag tightly. Clearly, if Phantom wasn’t going to give her a meeting, then she’d take one on her own.
The observation room was made for larger creatures than her human form, so it was simple to duck beneath the window. When a guard stopped by and noticed the utter lack of spiderwoman inside, she was quick to slip out the door - leaving him a squirming and webbed-up mess.
Laressa found Phantom in her library, idly tracing her fingers up and down old books. She had been dictating orders aloud, pausing the moment the redhead entered the room.
Phantom was silent for a long moment. Laressa opened her mouth to speak, but Phantom interrupted her. A power move like that sent a chill down her spine. She was going to enjoy this more than Phantom could possibly know.
“I see the cell didn’t hold you.”
“Obviously not,” responded Laressa curtly. “Surprised?”
Phantom turned to her. “A bit. I didn’t anticipate you to change forms.”
“I’m full of surprises,” Laressa quipped. She had always wanted to say that. The drider was grinning now, walking forward with the slow gait of someone in charge. “But I think you’re full of it. All the employees bow before you like you’re a goddess. Some mistress you are; you can’t even keep a test subject in a padded room!”
The villain shrugged, walking towards her desk. “It was a miscalculation on my part. Really, it’s an opportunity. We can have a formal meeting. You already know that I am called Phantom, and you are…”
Laressa shot a web from her hand, cocooning Phantom’s fingers into a balled-up fist.
“Away from the desk. Now.”
Phantom stared at her with a grin. “All right, Ms. Away-From-The-Desk…”
Laress shot another ball of webbing, impacting Phantom’s other hand. She walked closer, pulling the pale villain away. “My name is Laressa. Nice try. Any weapons or signals you have in there won’t be any use to you; we’re having a private meeting.”
Phantom smirked and raised an eyebrow. “And if I yell or scream?”
It was Laressa’s turn to smirk. She maneuvered her target’s hands behind her back, and then began layering on a very generous helping of spidersilk. Wherever she moved her hands, she left a nice helping of off-white strands of interminable and sticky white silk. At first she moved her arms up and down, making certain that Phantom was comfortable and that her arms were well and restrained. When satisfied, Laressa began to weave a cocoon up and down Phantom’s slender curves.
Phantom’s arms were forced back, and her breasts jutted out. Laressa gleefully encased the rest of Phantom’s form from the neck down, but left that for last. It was absolutely magical to see this pouting villain stand and squirm as she became wrapped up in loving webs. Her knees and ankles enjoyed extra-special treatment, with a few more quick layers to make sure she wasn’t going to kick free. It had just the right amount of bite and give - just tight enough and taut enough to prevent her from kicking free.
Laressa absolutely relished Phantom’s face. She slipped the gag - the very one she’d been wearing this afternoon - into the madame’s mouth. It parted her lips and let a tiny dribble of saliva out of the corner of her mouth. It looked so very nice, and the rest contrasted so vividly against Phantom’s white face! Unfortunately, she was a stickler for uniformity. She began to web over her captive’s mouth and nose. It left a very satisfying bulge around her lips, though. Laressa was an artist with her webs, and that cute little bulge of a gag and her pouting, silk-covered lips were still quite prominent. It was extra extra tight, too; she wasn’t in the mood for this villainess to get mouthy.
It was right at that moment that Laressa finally looked at Phantom’s eyes. They were an emerald green, and vividly bright. She had a way of speaking despite the fact that she was gagged in two layers and quite unable to vocalize any words. No, it was something in her expression.
Despite the damningly tight webs, Phantom seemed to be smiling. Laressa couldn’t see her mouth, of course, but the way that her eyes sparkled made her imagine a wide grin.
She realized she had stopped wrapping up her cocooned captive and had been staring deep into her eyes. She was kneeling now, finishing up her mummy’s legs. That’s what she was telling herself, at least; Laressa was prostrate before a woman who was completely in control. Even this was just a game to her; a chance to be tied up and tormented without needing to look weak.
Phantom slowly moved forward, and Laressa moved back. The woman lay on top of Laressa, despite being a silk-coated worm, and stared deep into the spider’s eyes. Laressa blushed a hue of red that almost matched her hair.

Laressa wasn’t just huffing. She was squirming, moaning, groaning, and helplessly humping the air. She leaned forward and back, trying to gain some sort of purchase and utterly failing.
After her attempt on Phantom’s freedom the day before, she had been recovered and placed in a new and exciting device. The villain’s R&D was finishing up an organic sleepsack made from a rubbery plant-material, and Laressa was going to be its first test case!
From the neck down, she was utterly enclosed in a vacuum-tight, sticky, shiny, and rubbery case. Dark green sap had formed around her body, and dozens of ropey vines made sure that she wasn’t going to get far. She couldn’t fall over, couldn’t hop away, and couldn’t even transform. It kept her far, far too tight for drider form, and her human form was the perfect size to be kept in the thick latex embrace of the plant-sack.
Three armatures now ran up and down her form, keeping her absolutely on edge (and bringing her over it!) whenever they could. She shivered as one of the vibrating toys ran down her rear, sidling itself between her cheeks. She groaned into a fat plug-gag for sweet release of any sort. After what felt like an eternity of this tremendous teasing, Phantom arrived in her room - grinning and bearing new toys.
“Now, Subject 90, about that meeting…”