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0. Along Came A SpiderOriginal Link: https://www.deviantart.com/kylite/art/Along-Came-a-Spider-Part-1-675502812
Four months ago, Emily had just been another customer service rep working off her student loans at the local department store; just thinking about her sudden change of fortunes brought a smile to her face. Captain Christie Chambers had been better than her word, when she’d promised the college graduate free housing for signing up as her administrative assistant she could have never imagined a place like this. A spacious condominium on park grounds with only a few distant neighbors wasn’t something you’d just give away. Working at Grainer National Park really was the opportunity of a lifetime; good pay, reasonable hours, a friendly boss and a condo to boot.
Walking through the living room after a hard day’s work Emily tossed her coat onto one of the stools at the bar attached to the kitchen. Looking around her pristine home another “perk” of living on the park grounds reared its ugly head, outside of work there wasn’t actually much to do and the nearest civilization was about an hour’s drive away. One could only attend so many group campfires before they began to fray the nerves. Luckily, tonight Fi-Sci channel was running a movie marathon that happened to feature a couple of choice classics.
However, before the marathon a shower was in order. Emily took her time letting the warm steam wash away all the filth from the day be it mental, emotional or just plain old grime. After the lengthy shower, she checked herself out in the mirror, recently she’d been considering getting highlights but wasn’t sure how that’d look with long blonde hair. Ah well a problem for another day.
As Emily entered the bedroom a thought occurred to her, tonight wouldn’t just be a crappy movie marathon night, it would also be a sexy night. Yes, a sexy movie marathon. As soon as the thought solidified in her mind the blonde began digging through her dresser drawers.
Ultimately the level of sexiness had been predetermined by the fact that Emily didn’t actually own anything THAT interesting. So, using what she could find an outfit of sorts began to materialize. Before she knew it, an attractive blonde woman stood before her in the bedroom mirror wearing nothing more than a pair of tan pantyhose, a red satiny slip and dark red high heels. Gazing into the mirror Emily ran her hands down her sides, feeling the soft silky material against her supple body. The blonde grinned mischievously as she struck a few more seductive poses, naughty was just a form of sexy anyway, right?
A sudden gust of cold air blasting up her slip broke Emily’s private revelry and nearly caused her to jump out of her heels, whipping around she noticed her bedroom window wide open. Argh that was right, she’d left it open when she’d come back for lunch, it had been a hot afternoon that evidently had become a cold night. With an annoyed “tch” she roughly slammed the window shut.
Returning to the task at hand Emily peered into the mirror a final time, satisfied that her ratio of sexy to naughty was balanced the blonde marched into the kitchen, a movie marathon wasn’t complete without liquor after all. Sifting through her sparse fridge all she could find was a bottle of blackberry wine that had technically been a gift from Captain Chambers. Oh well, desperate times and all that.
Wine in hand Emily plopped down on her oversized couch and grabbed the TV remote. First in line: “Fantom of the Opera 2: Lyrical Latex”; it told the tale of a masked woman who wandered the land with her traveling theater troupe. Yet everywhere she performed people seemed to disappear while the woman’s supply of latex marionettes grew ever larger.
Interesting. Emily poured herself a glass of the sweet wine and got comfortable.
As the movie reached the second act Emily realized that she’d forgotten just how unintentionally kinky these old movies could be; featuring multiple damsels, unwillingly encased in latex to become life-size puppets, forced to perform the villainess Fantom’s every whim. Something about the idea tickled Emily’s brain; she soon found her imagination going wild at the idea of being at antagonist’s mercy as tight bands of latex wrapped around her arms and legs while she struggled helplessly. Without thinking her hands seemed to drift to her more sensitive areas as she imagined the possibilities of such a situation.
Emily’s daydream shattered in frustration as the movie ended with an obnoxiously loud commercial break. Pouring another glass of wine, she had to wonder just how long she’d lost herself in erotic reverie? As she pondered Emily slipped off her heels and began rubbing her legs together. Something about the silky sensation of nylons filled her with, well, intoxicatingly suggestive thoughts. A fetish to be sure but a practical one considering her work environment.
In fact, Captain Chambers had given Emily the red heels with the advice that they’d compliment her various nylons. Huh, the blonde picked up one of her shoes slipping it back onto her foot to admire the color. They were very pretty, and if she remembered correctly the brand was quite expensive as well. Pondering further it occurred to her that the slip she wore had also been a gift from Christie.
Slowly Emily’s slightly hazy thoughts began to coalesce; did her boss have a thing for her? She sat on the idea for now, sipping another glass of wine as the second movie in the marathon began. Next in line: “Wasp Women 3: The Queen’s Revenge”; unsurprisingly the film featured two classic damsels who were repeatedly kidnapped by the wasp people and their ravishing queen.
One particular scene immediately caught Emily’s attention compelling her to lean forward in her seat, placing the glass of wine on an end table. The two damsels who, for movie logic reasons still wore high heel shoes as part of their “vintage ideal secretary” outfits were bound and gagged in a closet-like honeycomb. The two women struggled flutily as they pressed and writhed against each other, occasionally rubbing their lips together in an attempt to remove the sticky tape that sealed them. All the while the Wasp Queen wrapped them in tighter with layer upon layer of thin resin strips.
Emily smiled as she imagined being bound and gagged with Captain Chambers squirming against her in such a confined space. Inadvertently pressing lips, chests and thighs together in such tight inescapable captivity.
With a sigh, Emily took another sip of wine only to immediately recoil. For some reason this glass was far sweeter than the last. Maybe she’d stop after this one, her bottle was emptying far too quickly anyway.
By the final act in the film Emily started feeling a bit…heated? While not a problem per say normally she didn’t get that way from a little wine. She didn’t FEEL drunk that was for sure, more like a bizarre high. Slowly as sanguine moans set in she began having even more inappropriate thoughts involving her employer, each one more lascivious than the last. This went on through the end credits and into the title screen of the next movie in the marathon. Emily didn’t catch the name but by this point she didn’t care, she was in a very different mood now.
Biting her lower lip Emily grabbed her cellphone and opened up the messenger app fully committed to potentially making a horrible mistake. She held the phone out to snap a few provocative pictures of herself holding the mostly empty wine glass wearing nothing more than her silky slip and nylons on a dimly lit couch. With a final tap of the screen she sealed her fate. The messages were sent, each laced with doubtlessly inappropriate innuendos, suggestions in addition to the images.
Breathless moments passed as Emily stared at her phone expectantly awaiting Captain Chamber’s response. As it turned out the wait wasn’t that long, within a few minutes Christie responded with a picture of an unopened wine bottle with the text “Be there in an hour.”
Squealing in delight Emily tossed her phone aside and grabbed a pillow from the couch pulling it to her silky chest.
“Oh, my dear Captain Chambers,” She cooed to the overstuffed cushion. “The fun we’re gonna have.”
Dizzy with excitement Emily flopped onto the couch and laying back she smiled, allowing a few more erotic situations with Christie to play out in her mind. After a few particularly juicy fantasies she sighed and stared at the bare ceiling. Then squinting into the darkness above she saw movement. Fumbling for her phone she tapped the light on and pointed it up.
Above her, clinging to the ceiling like some sort of spider hung a woman, or at least Emily thought it was a woman. The creature stared down at her with six bright green eyes set in a shiny black face framed by white hair. She looked to be completely encased in a skintight black latex bodysuit with eastern style dark purple stockings, fingerless gloves and a matching scarf covering the lower half of her face.
In a mild panic, Emily said the first thing that came to mind. “Are you like, a gecko?”
Smooth.
Before Emily could breathe another word the woman dropped from her hiding spot silently landing next to her. The latex clad ninja then slapped the phone from her hands and leapt onto the confused blonde. Still in shock she simply stared up at her attacker. Taking advantage of this the woman shoved a thick wad of rubbery substance into and over her prey’s mouth.
Snapping free from her stupor Emily finally began to claw at the spongy latex filling her mouth. Screaming in muffled frustration she bucked under her attacker as the woman pinned her to the couch.
Truly panicking now Emily glanced at the floor for the bright light of her phone only to freeze as her attacker began running smooth hands across the stunned blonde’s chest twitching her fingers in a constant pattern. At first it tickled, then moving became difficult until finally Emily could no longer lift her arms. Looking down she saw that the latex clad attacker had woven her into an intricate web. In a matter of seconds her torso had been encased in a thin albeit strong rubber mesh-like web pinning her arms against her sides with her hands across her stomach.
Doe eyed, Emily looked up at her attacker. “Mmmm muuph guph!” She pleaded through latex sealed lips.
Without a word the woman placed a finger on Emily’s lips before moving to her ankles, binding them together in another rubbery web. Once satisfied with her handiwork the six-eyed creature sprawled out on top of her captive. For a time, she simply stared at her wide-eyed prey seemingly reveling in predatory satisfaction.
Playfully kicking her feet in the air, the latex clad creature pulled down the scarf concealing her face to reveal a pair of full, shiny lips. Leaning in close she began to plant small kisses along Emily’s exposed neck coating her skin with venomous saliva. The venom served as both a muscle relaxant and potent aphrodisiac, all the better to subdue her prey.
Despite every instinct telling her to fight back Emily found herself huffing and moaning with pleasure as her captor traveled along her neck. Each kiss sent electricity through the bound beauty’s body; whatever struggles remained within her quickly turned into orgasmic writhing beneath her attacker.
After properly exploring her captive’s neck the woman pulled a thin mesh-like latex hood from the top of her stocking. Without much resistance and a few muffled pleas, she pulled the hood over the blonde’s head. Shifting her weight, she then placed both hands on Emily’s chest; gently she began to knead the sensitive area forcing further moans of pleasure from her victim. As she moaned longingly the creature took the opportunity to place a long lurid kiss on her sealed lips allowing more venom to seep into the blonde’s mouth.
Pleased with her work the latex clad woman stretched out alongside her wriggling captive and wrapped her in a warm embrace. Placing a few more kisses along the back of her neck the woman’s attention turned to the television. “Eight Legged Latex Fiends 4” was reaching its climax.
Good. She still had about an hour before the night’s second act started anyway.1. Tasha’s TravailsOld Link: https://www.deviantart.com/phantomdotexe/art/Tasha-s-Travails-Grainer-Park-Pt-1-693655229Natasha sipped on a cup of ginseng tea. It was sweet and slightly spiced. The woman named Chambers must have bought the same brand that Natasha preferred. It was aromatic, but like all teas, was less strong on taste than smell. But, all the same, it was pungent and always made her think of being home - wherever that was. Usually in the lab. It felt like having a secret ally that had come along for the ride.I need all the allies that I can get, she thought. She took a sip from her wingman, gulping down the slightly-too-hot liquid and moving her eyes left and right. When she brought down her mug, she expected to see the clean interior of a well-kept laboratory, or perhaps Phantom’s smiling face. Instead, she saw the office. It was the same as it had been when she had first arrived. Grainer National Park was more than just endless vistas. There were pithy quotes like "No place is as bad as they say it's going to be" and "Look around you and take in the world" adorning the brochures. A few interesting features would have made it a perfectly interesting spot for a vacation. Isolation was nice when it involve thick bondage, but it was also nice to be free and far away.The whole project had started weeks ago. Moving at the same frustratingly glacial pace that all major corporate projects moved, she had been instructed to make contact with a woman named Angela Wolf. It seemed that Dr. Wolf had been engaged in research that was not too far off from some of the projects that Natasha worked on, both during her time at MirageCorp or of her own volition.Meeting with her filled many needs at once. For one, it intrigued Natasha on an intellectual level. Dr. Wolf was reputed to be an evil genius in the classic sense; ruthless, devious, willing to sacrifice to get what she wanted. That was sometimes very good. Villains like that usually had fairly groundbreaking ideas. So long as they didn’t involve world-ending lasers or obscenely complicated plans, they had some degree of merit. Natasha remembered one or two “mad doctors” who had claimed some serum of eternal youth, or had invented some bizarre device to change tectonic plates. Both times, she’d found herself captured and toyed with. Both times, she’d escaped without so much as a broken nail. Once had been on her own through sheer serendipitous luck, and the other had involved her patron, Phantom. Either way, they had both resulted in research well worth the cost of getting grabbed and teased rotten for a few days.That led to the second positive. Phantom, overbearing as she was at times, also made fantastic use of technologies and projects that might normally languish under other masters. She was always eager to extrapolate a use from something, no matter how fickle or mono-tasked. The processing of substrate through microfilament tubules could be used to help move coolant around in industrial equipment. The bizarre doomsday weapons of rival evildoers and corporations had some degree of merit; Natasha herself had overseen the “mega-volcano” gun that some nameless baddie had created, turning it into a massive geothermal plant on an isolated island. The fact that the same island also seemed to be host to a small ranch of ponygirls and a testing ground for unsavory, fetishistic delights was secondary.It wasn’t an explicit ‘need,’ but Natasha Zhukov also couldn't deny that her knowledge of Dr. Wolf and her staff also intrigued her. She’d seen at least one still image of her staff, subject to some sort of fascinating latex-like organism. She could still see it in her mind’s eye; a pair of women in business attire being enclosed and encased in splendidly thick black rubber. Their faces were agape in a way that reminded her of a ghost or monster. It clung to their figure so tightly; though they groped and grabbed at it, they hadn’t seemed to slow its spread. There wasn’t any motion, but she imagined a lot of pleasured moaning going on in that scene. So yes, it seemed that Dr. Wolf might be something of a deviant-minded doctor as well. That helped. Of her own volition, Natasha had packed her bags and prepared for a trek. Tight shorts and a simple athletic shirt allowed her plenty of fresh air while walking among nature. Her sunglasses reacted to the tint of the late afternoon sun. If not for the fact that her tremendously large tits wiggled as she walked, Natasha would have fit in with any tourist. The ranger station's office walls had more of the same decorations that she'd seen at the entrance. Signs proclaiming the allure of the great outdoors mixed with paperwork and a very out-of-date calendar. Natasha took another sip of her tea when the ranger returned. "I know you said you didn't really have any particular path," said the park ranger. "But rules are rules, and we don't let first-time visitors go anywhere without sharing their hiking plans." "I don't even know the trails," Tasha replied. Not entirely true. She could have an eidetic memory when she wanted. "What do you want me to do? Draw some scribbly lines on your map? I'll do that if you like." The ranger sighed and ran fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry," he said. "But we don't want anything to happen to you while you're out there." Natasha puffed out her chest and protruded her lower lip. She was making subtle and not-so-subtle indications that she was nothing more than a dumb, black-haired bimbo. "Maybe you could guide me, then? A strong gentleman like you could take me to the best spots. Make sure I don't get lost." Damn, she thought. Way too strong. I might as well have asked him "Which way to the Mutagenic Pathogen Project?" The park ranger shook his head. "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but I'm suspecting you won't get it unless I'm blunt. There have been several disappearances in the park the past few months. The news is so wild right now that it always gets buried, but those are real people going missing. Maybe not dead - no bodies - but missing. Missing, ma'am." He pointed a finger in her direction. "Could you show me where they went missing? I don't want to wander somewhere I'm not supposed to go." * * *
Two hours of walking later, Tasha was exactly where she wasn't supposed to be. The park staff had cleaned up the detritus from the vanished park-goers expedition, but the area still had tell-tale signs of a half-effort ranger investigation. Boot-prints and the occasional strip of CAUTION tape told her that she was exactly where she needed to be. Presumably, security had some sort of setup ready for unwanted guests. All she had to do was find it - or stumble into it. Grass tickled her ankles as she walked. She’d used copious sunscreen; the evening sun felt nice.
The scientist took off her pack and dropped a metal sphere to the ground. She nudged it with her foot, like a cat playing with an unfamiliar and inanimate toy.
Tasha's drone sprung to life. Micro-motors propelled it into the air, snapping open with a satisfying "k-chk" noise. It quickly began to patrol the area, targeting the foliage and fauna with low-intensity ranging lasers. The scientist stroked her own hair, pushing an errant lock behind her ear. She plucked a squarish piece of plastic from her pocket and tapped on it a few times, bringing up the drone's control interface.
Miles away from anyone else, and what was she doing? Looking at a hand-terminal screen and playing with a drone. She might as well have been filming and live-streaming the whole thing for friends back home.
The drone scanned the clearing without incident. She packed it up and moved to the next site. By the time the second site had no signs of secret entrances, the sun was starting to get low in the horizon. Natasha shielded the warm evening light with her eyes as she stared west through the trees. There was another clearing a hundred meters away through some shrubbery.
Natasha hardly noticed when the ground opened beneath her. She was walking forward, and then she was falling. Her mind reacted with the normal mixture of adrenaline and increased awareness. Her foot hadn’t found solid ground and was going down. She tried to move back in the split-second after she realized she was falling, but she was too far gone. Time moved in slow motion for a bit as she fell forward into a pit that had come from nowhere.She fell forward into the hole. And yet, there was a silver lining. Natasha’s generous, gigantic breasts had saved her. The oddly-circular sinkhole was just barely too small for the well-endowed scientist to fit.Her mind raced. Her legs dangled. Her arms, stuck at her sides, twitched. She stared left and right and yelped into the tall grass. To a normal human, it would have been profoundly painful. For Natasha, it was a bit more stimulating than she’d have cared to admit. She didn’t have very long to contemplate the results when something skittered in the grass and close to her face. She felt an undramatic heaviness, a loss of her anxiety ,and a relaxation in her muscles as the world went black.
* * *
Natasha was undeniably a fine specimen for abduction. There were elements about her that made keeping her bound and gagged particularly rewarding.Among them were the sounds that she made. From the moment that Captain Chambers had her, she knew that Natasha’s voice was almost melodic. As she mewled herself awake in Chambers’s office, the security chief was already enjoying the thought of making her newest caged bird sing.Chambers had an intensity about her that radiated through her entire body. Tiny oases of calm broke up her intimidating demeanor. Her lips were pursed into a smile; her eyes were relaxed. When she blinked, it was slow and calm.And yet, neither of those emotes were calming. Her smiling lips were laced with tension. It wasn’t that the smile wasn’t genuine… it’s that it was real. She had the smile of a person who was enjoying her view and was on the verge of saying… something. A snappy combeack? Maybe a taunt? A needling description of Tasha’s circumstances? The scientist-come-captive couldn’t be sure.She was quite sure that her pose was deliberate, though. Chambers had short hair that was trim, dark and managed to straddle the level between ‘messy’ and ‘low-maintenance.’ Her soft, milky-white skin contrasted with the the harsh scarlet of her coat. Dark hosiery covered her legs, moving down from her waistline to her high-heeled pumps. Her legs were crossed; Natasha stared at the hosiery as her left leg gently rocked with impatience.Captain of Security Christie Chambers had dark eyes that made Natasha squirm. She had the look of an elder, lost in a dream of a one-night stand many years ago. Natasha knew that look. She knew that it was Chambers coming up with devious, devilish ways to torment her.Chambers finally spoke when the captive scientist had had enough time to wake, recover, and stew. Not literally sweat - the security office was well-ventilated and cool - but the most powerful interrogation tool was the imagination. She’d let Natasha stew in her thoughts. Hapless visitors to the office in the past had worked themselves into hopeless frenzies, and eventually to surrender. All it took was a few vague threats, and plenty of time.Natasha’s bindings helped accelerate the process. She was still wearing the stylish athletic outfit she’d worn on the way into park - a tight shirt and hip-hugging jean shorts. Her new accoutrement, though, was a cage made of metal strips and leather straps. The body-cage restricted her form quite heavily. Although there were many spaces where her flesh and clothing could be seen, it still restricted her movements quite severely. At most, she could wiggle, stretch her fingers, and gurgle into her gag. Her eyes darted left and right, staring at Chambers.Tasha had a piece of leather between her lips to bite on, but a thick panel-gag did most of the work. It was harnessed around her head. Two straps came from the top of the panel-gag into a triangle which then ran up the bridge of her noses. She wrinkled her nose once or twice. It was a little cute. But it was also a tiny bit itchy. Natasha pretended not to notice, and eventually, the itch went away. The rest of the sensations didn’t, though. That meant that the leather straps bit and compressed her flesh, and that the endless bands of metal squished at her body. She couldn’t see herself , but she new the immense pressure was compacting her boobs rather severely. She had no doubt that it looked seriously pornographic. Such was the price of having her body.Chambers seemed to think so too. She strode forward with all the confidence of a wild cat cornering its prey. (Natasha ruminated that most wild predators didn’t have their prey heavily bound and imprisoned, though.) She presented her tool of the trade; a white wide vibrating wand. She flicked the power of the hitachi on, and began stroking it over Natasha’s exposed flesh. She could feel her knees twitch and tremble. Just because the pressure was off her legs - thanks to the unique bindings , she wasn’t exactly standing - she didn’t fall down. But she did feel her legs moving out of reflex. Her body felt the tingling, joyous sensation of stimulation and it reacted with all the lust and longing possible. Ticklish spots like her neck got attention, though of course Chambers spent plenty of time letting the busty scientist feel her device all across her sensitive erogenous zones.When a few minutes had passed, Chambers began to unlock the cage. Natasha wiggled as the locks were removed, straps detached, and clasps unhinged. When all was done, she tumbled forward onto the carpeting of the security captain’s office. She was panting and felt a tiny bead of drool drop from her mouth.“Miss Zhukov,” said Chambers, “I didn’t expect you on your hands and knees so soon!”Natasha blushed… or at least, she realized she was blushing. Her body was red in spots from where the pressure and endless stimulation had affected her. She wasn’t sure if her flushed face was a side effect or not. Maybe she was just… always blushing. Something to do with her nanites. Or something about her personality. Or maybe - more likely - she was flustered because she’d been teased raw by a beautiful woman.Chambers rolled Natasha on her side. She didn’t kick her, so much as nudge her with her foot the way a human might play with a pet cat or rodent.“Uh-uh. No looking at me. Not yet. You don’t get to see Captain Christie Chambers.”“Wh-why not?” peeped Natasha.“Because you don’t have clearance. You’re not supposed to be here. You’re not supposed to know I’m here, and you’re not supposed to be skulking around with a surveillance drone. You don’t get to see the labs or the staff. Including me.”Natasha winced.“Well, it’s a little late for that. And you just confirmed that the labs *are* here.”Chambers shrugged with her voice. “Hmm. Right.”Natasha tried to turn her head again. She was rewarded with a strong grip on her face. Chambers was a powerful woman, but the way that she moved was more important. She was physically competent and capable. When she took Natasha’s face in her hand, it meant that she had something in mind. She turned the scientist left and right, inspecting her visage. She wiped away a smudge on her forehead with her thumb. “Got a little messy on your trip. Fell into one of our sinkholes and let one of the mutagenic creatures knock you out. Pretty amateur stuff for an industrial spy.”“I - I’m not a spy. I was hoping to cooperate.”Chambers was taking something from her drawers. “Cooperate? With whom?”“With Angela Wolf!” said Natasha. “I was thinking of - you know. Of perhaps offering my services. Or the services of some of my colleagues. Joint ventures. She’s got a neat project, and I’ve got - ““You’ve got a big mouth,” said Christie. Her dark eyes shimmered. Natasha thought of oases again; how they could turn into a mirage with a moment’s notice. She stared and found no comfort in Christie’s genuine smile.“I - I’m trying to explain myself.”Chambers grinned and put Natasha on her chest. She planted one heel on Natasha’s back. “You’re failing. I know all that I need to about you. I know that you’re Natasha Zhukov, that you’re a renowned scientist, and that you’re trespassing something fierce. I also know that you’re my problem.”Natasha made another mewling sound.“I’ve told you what I know. I’m an emissary.”Chambers softened the pressure.“So, you want to talk to Doctor Wolf, huh?”“Yes!” shouted Natasha. “I - I wanted to talk. That’s all. And you don’t exactly leave many avenues of communication. I figured that if I didn’t get any talking done, I could snap a few photos. Make it a very subtle vacation. Be in and out in a few hours; if I found you, great. If I didn’t, I’d be gone. No harm, ma’am. No harm, I mean it!”Chambers leaned down one knee on Natasha’s back.“I believe you. You don’t have anything else to say, then?”Natasha shook her head.“Good.”“So you take me to Wolf?” said Zhukov with a certain air of hopefulness.Chambers didn’t respond. After confirming that Tasha had nothing further to offer, she’d grabbed something from a chest in the corner of the room. Natasha felt hands on her face. Chambers was kneeling on her again.The pressure from the woman forced Natasha’s body against the floor. Her huge breasts squished and squashed against the carpet. She blushed and yelped; the pain mixing with twinges of pleasure from the pressure. The yelping stopped when Chambers began gagging her with all the fury of a kidnapper and the finesse of a finely-trained domina. A thick layer of hosiery entered her mouth. Natasha yelped, balling it up as she tried to expectorate the gag. Chambers did it a second time. Then a third. Then one more for good measure.“It’s a good thing you have a big mouth,” said Chambers. Natasha’s mouth was full and packed. She could breathe, even if it was marginally more difficult. Her cheeks bulged with the fat gag, and she felt some of the nylon pantyhose pouring from her lips. Chambers made sure she didn’t spit out her lovely gag with a layer of silver tape. One first, a tiny piece of stretchy silver tape around her dark lips. Then another.“Mmmhp! Nnnnnn!” Natasha made mewling sounds, but they only seemed to encourage Chambers. She wound the tape around another time. Then another. Then a third time. Zhukov found her mouth totally enclosed, with the tape going all the way around her hair and mouth to totally seal off her lips. Chambers tapped Natasha’s encased lips.“There we go. No need for you to plead your case when the judge has already ruled. Besides, I like your gagged serenade.”“Mmmmmh! Hmmmmphhhh!” Natasha was breathing heavily.Chambers stretched a nylon legging over Natasha’s head. It stretched and gave, but darkened her vision marginally.“Like that?” said Chambers. Her voice was taunting and needling.She did it again. A second layer over her face alone made things darker, warmer, and tighter. It felt almost claustrophobic. Luckily, Natasha was something of a claustrophiliac.She wrapped a wide pair of hose around Zhukov’s face, focusing on the lower half of her head. It was like she was being gagged further - even if it didn’t actually make her any more quiet, it reminded her that she was being thoroughly encased. Chambers’s personality and threatening, powerful hands didn’t make it any easier. She really had a feeling of growing helplessness. The three - or four - or five layers of nylon covering her face had something to do with that, of course.Chambers let her enjoy that for a moment. She wound the pantyhose around her captive’s neck. It wasn’t tied terribly tight, but it was enough that the stretchy nylon wouldn’t come off on its own. She pressed Natasha deeper to the floor. The scientist kinked, but a tremendously loud spank helped quiet her. Then, she kicked, louder again. Another spank. It was loud and she could hear Natasha make a low, lusty sound from it. Good.Zhukov was easy to tie up. She was physically adept, but Chambers had trained for years for quick and effective restraint. In this case, that meant her hands behind her back and each wrapped in the same silvery, stretchy electrical tape. It was wide and keeping her in mitts was pretty easy. She layered another three strips of tape around Natasha’s body as well. It was fun; Chambers realized she was rotating, twirling her captive the way a spider might do to a fly. It made her grin and giggle a bit. The mutagenic pathogen project could probably do something with that. A few moments of struggling later, Natasha was wrapped in five bands of tape; above her breasts, across her tits, below them, then once at her ankles and once at her knees. All of them looked good. Three or so layers of tape let her body squeak and squirm without fear of damage. Chambers could have used more; she thought about having her mummified entirely. But that was too much work. Besides, it wasn’t the same to grope a mummy as it was to play with a pantyhose-clad slave.She encased the poor scientist in three more layers of hosiery. Some of it was custom nylon; other parts were high-tensile materials harvested from somewhere in the park. Chambers wasn’t entirely certain about the details. She did know that it made Tasha’s body look so svelte; it brought out the curves even as it darkened her. She played her fingers over the scientist’s body, teasing over her navel especially. Natasha moaned through the countless layers of nylon encasement. It felt nice to see her wriggle and squirm. Almost pleasant; a child-like glee at looking at her own handiwork.Chambers finished wrapping her package with a few more layers of tape along her nylon mummy. She was still thoroughly visible, though darker. Natasha seemed to have lost herself in all the lovely, stretchy fabric. She was panting rapidly, warmth growing across her face as she exhaled into the hosiery.Natasha felt her helpless sensations cross into arousal. Chambers sat her up and came from behind. She unleashed one of the most thorough molestations that she’d ever felt. Chambers had powerful hands and a gorgeous body. She was using both at once. Natasha felt Chambers grinding her ample bosom against Tasha’s spandex-encased back. She couldn’t see her, but she felt Christie’s legs - powerful, strong, and shapely - squeezing against Natasha’s hips. She felt the immense power of Chambers taking handfuls of her tits. She squeezed and massaged. Pain and soreness were interspersed with pleasure.Her other hand crept down, pinching at Natasha’s teats. She groaned and moaned again; mewling like an animal in heat. Which, Tasha recognized, she was. After a few more minutes of groping, she was put back on her chest and stomach, though this time laying over Chambers’s waist. She raised her hand.A minute later, Tasha’s rear stung, her head spun, and she had come to orgasmic release at least twice. Chambers continued her assault, grinding her body against Natashas and using her hands to explore every inch she had available.As the groping began to wind down, Natasha recognized that she hadn’t even asked any questions. This wasn’t torture. It was a game. Christie had won. She stared up at the dark-haired security chief. Her eyes had watered up around the third or fourth time she’d come. Heaving again, she tried to calculate every possible thing she could to to escape. The tensile strength of the nylon; the personality matrix that Chambers might fit into; none of it helped.“Did you like being my little nylon slave, Miss Zhukov?”“Mmmph.”“Oh, sorry. Couldn’t hear you.”Chambers unleashed one final grab at Tasha’s tits. She really did feel like a piece of meat. She felt like a doll. She reasoned that for now, at least, she was.“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmngh!”“That’s what I thought. Well, let’s get you on your way.”“Mmmh?”“You didn’t think you were going to spend the rest of your life as my nylon slut, did you? No, I’ve got to get you to Angela. But don’t worry. If you don’t impress her, you’ll spend the rest of your life as her doll instead. Sound good?”Natasha tried to yelp, but it was getting harder. She didn’t make much noise once she was sealed up in the squarish prisoner transport crate. Geared up with appropriate sustenance and foam lining squishing her further, Natasha’s fetal form was locked and packed up to be picked up in the morning by the transport crew.Chambers sighed. That was so good, she thought. I need a drink. It’s not every day that I have that much fun.Chambers stepped outside, not hearing the ruffling in the bushes. She didn’t come back in. 2. Vacweb DelightsOriginal Link: https://www.deviantart.com/phantomdotexe/art/Vacweb-Delights-721269895 Natasha said the first thing that came to mind."Don't eat me! She immediately regretted her words. They were probably a waste of breath This was a strange sentient form of life; a creature with the body of a woman and clothes of rubbery sheen, but with the powers of a lethal predator. It might not have any of the same emotions or motivations. It might be completely unreachable. She fell back on a surefire way to delay her potential demise.
"...please?"
Laughter, muffled by all the silk, made her breathe a bit easier. At least they could laugh. Hopefully it was one of good humor, and not cruel caprice.“Why would I eat you?" Her voice was warm, melodic, and husky. She had the vocal fry of an earnest actress, and the pronunciation of a creature not used to English.Natasha Zhukov's visit to Grainer Park had been going swimmingly, up until she was inviting to go swimming. She'd stripped to the nude on the suggestion of her host, Christie Chambers, and was waiting for Chambers to return with a bathing suit.Before she could say “skinny-dipping,” Natasha was being pounced and wrapped in endless layers of spidersilk. It was a traumatic, tremendously trying experience. Her captor was tall, humanoid, and smart - it had wrapped over her eyes first, then proceeded to take its sweet time in encasing the woman who was as busty as she was brilliant.What a process it was! Natasha squirmed and struggled the whole way, but even hyper-aware senses and acute agility couldn't keep her from getting webbed up. The humanoid captor wasn't just tall, she was strong. She was capable of, after toying with Natasha for a few seconds, lifting her into the air for an appropriately heavy encasement.Silk shot from the spider-creature's fingertips, webbing and weaving around Natasha like a sweater. It was thick at first, shrinking and tightening on contact with the air. It went from a heavy sweater to a swimmingly tight layer of spandex in a few seconds. Zhukov could only helplessly wonder what it would be like in a few hours.It was so profoundly tight. Cream-colored silk coiled around her arms and legs first, then over her chest. The spider-woman spent more than her fair share of time spreading her webs up and down the scientist's torso - wrapping it tight, then tighter! She felt the sensuous delights of severe pressure on her cream-encased chest. Her insistent hopping and incessant attempts to escape didn't seem to win her any favors with her spider-captor though - the woman simply grabbed her from behind and provided another layer - and then another! - until her prey's jigging breasts were sufficiently stilled.The feet were a quick job, followed by her face. Natasha was now well and fully webbed. Her careful captor seemed to be extra meticulous when coating her visage. The soft stretch of silk over her face felt more like comfy hosiery than sticky organic webbing. She could still blink, scream, and beg for release....at least, that was before the careful sculpting. The spider had Natasha all to herself. That meant carefully spraying additional weaves of webs to make sure that her captor's face was smooth, tight, and beautiful. Tasha surmised that 'beautiful' meant 'trapped in an orgiastic scream of bliss', ince the arachnid was spending so much time making sure that Zhukov was the very image of encased, anonymous arousal. Something in the webs made Natasha too sleepy and fog-headed to think. When she regained her senses, she was webbed up and suspended in the air. Vibrations in the silk told her that someone was coming close, and she tried her best line on her captor. Foolproof.After the spider-woman had had a good, long laugh, she finally responded."I'm not going to eat you. For one, consumption of sentients is a waste. For two, you are far too large. And third, you are too much fun to ever let go.""Thank you," Natasha said bashfully. She still couldn't see her captor. "Who are you?""I am of the Lilac Gypsy clan.""Do you have a name?" asked Natasha."Why would I? My clan is allied with the Golden Widow clan, and we feud with the Black Orbweavers."Natasha was quiet for a moment. The woman was tall, strong, and seemed clad in manufactured clothes that felt closer to latex or other man-made materials than bare flesh. She also felt the occasional tickle of accessories - maybe a scarf?"Anyway, no more questions right now. I figured we'd continue with the appetizer."The spider removed her scarf and leaned towards Natasha. The scientist expecting a horrifying maw, but instead saw a pair of very human lip. She took the back of her quarry’s encased head and provided her with a kiss so tender, so intimate, so passionate that Ms. Zhukov practically forgot that she was webbed and mummified by a hostile life-form.Maybe it was that gentle gesture – maybe it was the venom. Pert, passionate lips and gentle licks of her tongue - the spider's gentle make-out with her mummy was more than simple affection. Natasha had a hard time concentrating on what the ritual might mean, though. The captor went further, deeper, licking at Natasha's tongue. The saliva sent sensuous tingles through her mouth - and the scientist was smart enough to know that it was an aphrodisiac and potently poisonous muscle relaxer. She was presented with the intolerable cruelty of incredible arousal, while lacking the physical strength to do anything about it!The Lilac woman's tongue was moving deeper now - extending , coating her prey's mouth and throat with venom and her own rubbery saliva. Natasha felt herself being penetrated and teased, and was helpless to do anything but enjoy it.Grinning and giggling, the spider finally parted from Natasha's lips. She gently tapped her prey's nose before resealing her prey's stunning visage in glorious webs. She was pretty - and she was trying her best to preserve that earnest beauty, even through a thick encasement. Natasha's relaxed state and impending arousal also helped - it was easy to pose her properly.Faceless, fabulously tight, fanatically horny. The captor was happy to see that her most recent silken acquisition was reacting well. She very gently traced her gloved index finger over her eyes, her mouth, her nose, her lips."There there, honey. Just relax."Natasha wasn't relaxing. She was barely holding together as lurid dreams filled her mind and passions overtook her body.The captor cupped one hand over Natasha's mouth and nose. She pressed her mummy tight against her body, cherishing the bucks and squirms as Zhukov begged for air - and for more touches. The only noises were blissful, pathetic whimpers. True beauty.She retracted her hand, allowing Natasha air once more. The Lilac Gypsy ran her hands lower - passing Natasha's splendidly-packed chest, past her vulnerable tummy - it was time for the main course!
3. Vacation to Grainer Park Phantom had been waiting with the car for twenty minutes. She'd taken a short nap, gone over some documents, and had a chat with the driver. The cell service was a bit limited for her taste, though, and she quickly grew restless. She wandered away from the road and into the grassy entry area of Grainer Park . It was fairly open and attractive, with plenty of areas next to the woods. Play-spaces for adults like athletic equipment and warm-up spaces dotted the jogging paths. An absolutely massive sign proclaiming "Welcome to Grainer Park!" was quite visible.
Natasha was supposed to be at the sign, and she should have been here thirty minutes ago. Christie Chambers, Dr. Wolf's head of security, hadn't said anything about lateness or condition, but Phantom presumed that Natasha would be unharmed and well. Her long stay at the park, presumably, had borne fruit and the CEO was eager to get to debriefing her scientist. She was also eager to discuss the park with her.
She circled the sign with her hands on her hips. It was at that moment she noticed three things in order:
1. The park entrance had been mostly cleared out. For a weekday afternoon, she'd expected more visitors.
2. The park sign said "Goodbye and thank you for visiting Grainer Park " - cute.
3. Natasha was here, completely encased in lovely white webs.
The executive rushed over to her friend and tried to brush them away. They weren't sticky, but they were thick! Each strand of webbing felt stretchy and skintight like nylon. Numerous layers of spandex-like webbing made it tough to get away from poor Natasha's face, but Phantom tried all the same.
She turned away to run back to the limo, and ran headlong into Natasha's hostess.
"I sssssee....." said the spider-woman, "that you dislike your gift?"
Phantom's eyes flitted to Natasha. The scientist squirmed. Her tremendous bust jiggled, as if to say, "I'm right here!"
"Not at all," Phantom said. "Just the packaging."
The spider-woman crawled closer. Phantom noticed more shapes in the treeline.
"I understand. I was her hostess for quite some time. I was the one who chose her webbing. Perhaps we could provide you with something tighter ?"
Phantom backed away nervously until she felt her feet touch the base of the sign. Another spider-woman grabbed her by the shoulders and promptly provided her with a Grainer Park souvenir that she'd never forget.
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4. Uninvited GuestOriginal Artist Link: https://www.deviantart.com/studentofrubber/art/Grainer-Park-Uninvited-COM-836610454
Dr. Wolf had a taciturn demeanor. She was cold to intruders that distracted her from her work on the Mutagenic Pathogen Project. At best, those who entered into Grainer Park and found her lab were new members of her symbiotic shiny family. At worst, they were test subjects... or chew-toys for her chief of security, Christie Chambers.
There was one exception so far. Phantom had returned for a third time, though not with a guest. Having been rebuffed from the chance for a formal meeting, Phantom had infiltrated the grounds and subdued several guards.
Information on the MPP was not free to the public, and any chance of tampering was unacceptable. After serious resistance, Chambers had managed to subdue Phantom and bring her to Dr. Wolf's office for questioning.
Her manners had been entirely unacceptable. Unwanted intruders don't get to make appeals for collaboration. They moan, and squirm, and beg.
Strapped to a chair, heavily trussed up, and supremely vulnerable; Phantom's rubber-clad body was just aching to be interrogated. Wolf almost cracked a smile as she raised Phantom's chin with her pumps.
The gurgling, furious moan of her uninvited guest was music to her ears. Maybe Phantom could stay for a bit after all. 5. Report on a Missing Hiker
Alex opened his eyes. He could feel whatever knocked him out filtering out of his body. He was on something soft and dark - a hard, smooth clay. Above him, he could see the moonlight through layers of what seemed like underbrush.
Report to Chief Chambers -
Subject A-72 woke up at ~22:40, and recovered from the sedatives over the course of about a minute. The effects of the sedative wore off quickly. Kris spent a few minutes getting his bearings and trying to explore his situation. Experiment commences once Kris began his ascent out of the trap-door hole.
Appendix: Some vac-web spiderwomen make trap-doors in the ground, usually out of hard and clean clay. They sometimes stay in them and sometimes use them to trap creatures. The sides and trap-door ‘ceiling’ are covered with membraneous webs, ones that they can seemingly sense from quite some distance away. Vibrations in the webs altert them to arrive quickly when prey is nearby.
Alex reached the top of the trapdoor and tried to pat away the spiderweb. He swallowed , ignoring the lump in his throat as he started to bundle away the silky webbing.
This wasn’t like regular spiderweb. It was thin, slightly sticky, but above all it was extremely silky, shiny, gossamer. He brushed again, successfully getting most if out of the way - but not all of it. He tried to wipe away some of the webbing, and quickly regretted his action.
Entry 2 - Ten minutes of struggling and the subject has become hopelessly entangled in the webs.Vac-webs come in various sizes and types, but they are an advanced organic latex membrane, in general, and are quite good at keeping victims wrapped in specific. It generally dries and tightens on contact with air, and can end up being extremely skintight - tight enough to see features and curves through it. The results have been sold at various times to other companies, but most haven’t perfected it. Dr. Wolf has very little interest in licensing out her “children,” after all.At 23:09, a spider arrived and quickly took A-72 in her arms. Spider-women are notably stronger thanks to the MPP symbiote, and can be quite dangerous when engaged in close combat. A-72 did not pose such a threat, though.I would describe his body type as “slender” and “androgynous” and, in places, somewhat effeminate. The target was chosen in part based on his characteristics and curves, so as to best appeal as prey to the spider-women.The results were quite stunning. Remote observation cameras saw him grabbed by the first spider to arrive and ‘hugged,’ as though greeting an old friend. He had quite a lot of energy for squirming at first.
Alex moaned, groaned, wriggled, writhed, and was trapped between a slight excitement and growing panic. The spider-woman grabbed him and, using emitters on her arms, starated webbing him up from head to toe.
She was taking her time, too; she started with each of his arms, then went down to his legs, then his chest and stomach and groin. And that was before a second layer, wherein she went back to get his arms and legs all nicely wrapped together like a mummy in a tomb.
He mewled and screamed, and when that didn’t work he begged for mercy.
“Aww… that’s very cute. But I think I’ve had enough of a meal of your words. I’d rather you didn’t keep complaining about my generous treatment; all the fun I’m going to have with you just won’t be the same if you’re pleading the whole time.”
The spider-woman gave a thick, generous filling of rubbery silk between his lips before spreading a thin coating around his mouth and lips to keep it in. Alex made a grunting, gagging sound as he huffed, staring down at his body…
He could see, to his embarrassment, that he was incredibly erect and aroused. Something about the warm body of a rubber-clad woman - even if she was shooting webs - was getting him feeling very unusual.
The first thing she did was wrap his manhood up, before pointing it up towards his belly and wrapping that in turn against his chest. Tight, packed up, and needy… Alex’s mewls took on a new tone as he squirmed in his wrappings.
Entry 3 - Twenty minutes of wrapping, and the spider-woman has removed A-72 from the premises and returned to her lair. At this point, behavior can vary greatly. In some cases, subjects are wrapped and shared amongst the spiders as a source of entertainment before being released or converted. Others are used for more private needs of the spiders.
She pulled off her scarf, revealing a mouth full of teeth. Alex groaned in fear, trying to scream through his gag but unable to do more than quiver his lips. She came closer, closer, closer….
...before removing his sticky webbing around his mouth and smoochin his forehead. Alex opened his mouth wide, and she removed the gag. He barely had time to thank her when she plunged her tongue down his throat.
Alex could feel his eyes rolling back as she pumped poison deep into his stomach. He could feel his belly filled with strange, rubbery ichor; the aphrodisiac debilitating him, and her noxious venom sapping at his willpower. He could feel his arousal growing to new heights he hadn’t dreamed as her tongue filled him up and eventually retracted.
He drooled, his saliva now slightly tinted black by the rubber, before the spider gave him one final kiss and wrapped him up properly. That meant one final coating around his body, and one more around his head and face as well. She’d miss seeing his face, but maybe after the ritual, she’d have him ungagged and unwrapped for some conversation.
Entry - Final Log
Subject A is being used as a draw for one of the worms that Dr. Wolf produced several years ago. The spiders seem to use them as a source of entertainment and recreation, as well as sustenance; they produce a rejuvenating serum that the spiders use for sustenance. This ritual has almost religious devotion for them, one that invovles many numbers of spiders gathering to observe it.
In this case, a recent captive - A-72 tonight - is wrapped, mummified, filled with their own aphrodisiac, and left dangling from a tree. He makes for a tasty, tantilizing target, one that the worms simply can’t resist.The worm starts at the bottom before going higher and higher, coating him in its own thick, black, rubbery ichor. I’m told that the tightness and sensation is quite intense; having one’s entire body be suckled on all at once.
Judging by A-72’s reaction, he does seem to be enjoying it, though it’s hard to tell through his gagged grunts. The worm stopped just at his neck, leaving him to swing and buck and moan until the worm finally tore him from the tree and properly began to coat him.
There are one of two possibilities now; the first is that the worm decides to return him to Dr. Wolf, following some early programming as an intruder-capture device. The second is that A-72 produces serum in exciting new quantities, in which case the spiders will keep him as a “plaything” indefinitely. I’m not sure which one I’d prefer - being subject to Dr. Wolf’s wrath, or ended up as a webbed up toy for the spiders. Either way, nobody asked A-72. End of transmission.
6. In the Lair of Dr. Wolf (1/2)
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Polished floors blended the light of the ceiling and tile. The white of the entry hall was unspeaking, silent, giving no hint of the labs.
Phantom crossed her legs. The only other soul in the lobby was Mitre D. Bel, her on-again very on-again rival and the CEO of Oasis Industries. Phantom did everything she could to ignore her. The nacreous-white floor and walls were a pristine contrast to the vibrant world outside.
Security Chief Chambers escorted the both of them inside for a meeting in a laboratory. Dr. Anglea Wolf had no use for dedicated spaces for meeting.
Mitre opened first. Her southern accent contrasted against the neutral tone of Phantom and Angela.
"Dr. Wolf, I've got nothing but the most sincere and genuine respect for your work. I guarantee, I've never seen anything quite like it. Your creatures? They're quite lovely. But I'm not interested in your creatures. Don't want to waste your time making endless reams of shiny baddies; I'm not quite that covert. No, I need something a little more real, more accessible. Your MPP could be a real boon, you know; living symbiotic creatures could make armor, defenses, or could even be miniaturized for small-scale or PEV-scale improvements. A little research work and you could be a real boon."
Dr. Wolf motioned for Chambers to leave the room. She responded coolly, with a slightly manic glee in her eyes.
"And... let me guess. Once you've reverse-engineered my research, you've no more need for me."
Phantom opened with her proposal before Mitre could continue. Her briefcase unfolded, displaying gentle dancing lights on the ceiling that intonated her plans.
"Your Mutant Pathogen Project continues to impress me. MirageCorp is a simple chemical company, you understand; the wondrous, semi-sentient MPP would absolutely change our industry forever. But we wouldn't want such a leg up on the competition. No, you're a reasonable woman."
Dr. Wolf was not a reasonable woman.
Quiet, dismissive, predatory. She ran fingers through auburn hair, taking off her glasses to speak.
"You don't want my research? What do you want then? Tickets to the park?"
Grainer Park was the massive national park in which Dr. Wolf had made her home; utilizing the various biomes and natural fauna for her own MPP experiments. More than a few humans had disappeared into the park or into her lair, never to be seen again - not in their original forms, anyway. Those victims she experimented on were like her children; coated in a gorgeous, glossy sheen and given new life as rubber-coated creatres. The vivarium of Grainer Park was a dangerous, and sometimes very shiny place.
"Something better. Easier. I want to hire your services to make me my own custom fauna. You've got bees, butterflies, ants, spiders... why not help me with my very own variation of dangerous, lethal hunters? Customize them for loyalty and self-sufficiency. No need to pay them, no need to explain what happens if they disappear. I've seen your work. It is quite commendable. A few improvements here and there and you could make me a positively dastardly project of shining, glossy soldiers."
Dr. Wolf put her glasses back on. She lowered her head.
"You want me to make you creatures?"
Phantom nodded. "Of course I do."
"The both of you have come to me, treating me as though I'm some common stooge. What would you offer me? I'm sorry for my lack of manners, but I'm not used to dealing with such children. Except for my MPP creatures, of course, and I assure you both - I value them more than any trinkets you can offer me."
Phantom and Mitre were absolutely taken aback. They immediately began to speak over each other, each denigrating each other to no end. They were about to come to blows when the room began to fill with a strange gas.
Phantom and Mitre barely had time to see Dr. Wolf wearing a gas mask before falling unconscious.
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When they awoke, they were bound and gagged tightly with rope, and Dr. Wolf was waving goodbye.
"I wouldn't worry about trying to escape. Nobody will find your bodies, even if you get out of your bonds."
7. In the Lair of Dr. Wolf (2/2)
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Phantom and Mitre could have likely escaped if they had worked together.
They could have carefully helped each other out of the car, finding something sharp and guiding the other to it. Their bonds could have been severed, gags removed, stuffed lips freed, and they could have made their way out of Grainer Park.
Instead, the two of them spent their time grunting, moaning, and trying to keep the other from escaping. The racket quickly disturbed the other inhabitants of the park, ones who took more kindly to 'visitors' than Doctor Wolf.
Lucky for them, a spider-woman was the first to find them. They were deliciously easy prey; bucking and moaning in the car, trying to shove the other forward.
The spider had no difficulty in all webbing them up from head to toe. The silk was incredibly tight, taut against their bodies, snug against their faces.
Phantom tried to force out some sardonic words through a thick padding, packing, and sealing of her lips.
These lovely, curvy, web-wrapped victims were delicious new playthings for the purple spider. She relished every moment as she added another layer to Mitre's skintight restraints as Phantom watched with helpless anticipation.
BONUS: Dr. Angela Wolf and Christie Chambers
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BONUS SIDESTORY - Return to the Hive
Original Link: https://www.deviantart.com/kylite/art/Return-to-the-Hive-Part-1-701080886 Sergeant Ashfield anxiously sifted through the crate on her desk, inside she had expected to find all kinds of specialized equipment for her mission. Instead she found some kind of latex catsuit, elbow length gloves and a pair of ankle boots along with a few other pieces of questionable clothing options.
“THIS is what I get for the raid?”
“Well think of it as less of a raid and more like… observation. Either way you’ve been asking for this mission, Grace.” A mischievous grin briefly flashed across Captain Chambers lips. “And the Superintendent finally approved it.”
Grace held up the black catsuit. “Is this latex?”
The Captain simply shrugged dismissively. “Looks like it, though I doubt Doctor Wolf would send you fetish wear as a joke.”
Grace groaned and pulled a small memo from the crate. “Could you at least tell our ride to pick us up at the back of the building?”
Chambers let out a light chuckle. “Sure, I’ll let him know. You better hurry up though, last time I checked your partner was already dressed.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, Maria’s all suited up in her office. I think she’s busy trying to read every file we have on Mt. Grainer and our little ‘alien’ sightings.” The Captain gave another shrug. “You know how excitable she can be when it comes to these things...anyway I’ll leave you to your box of goodies” She teased before turning to leave.
As soon as Chambers was out of earshot Grace moved to close the door and placed the instruction memo on her desk before stripping down. Once fully disrobed she looked back at the paper for guidance on how to equip her new “gear”.
First, Officer Ashfield slipped into the black catsuit, which was actually far easier than she’d initially thought, it seemed to fit like a second skin as though specifically tailored to her measurements. Next came a pair of grey latex elbow length gloves and thigh high stockings, which after a few moments of struggling she was able to roll both items up her limbs with ease.
Once comfortable in the outfit Grace looked herself over. She was almost fully encased in the black and grey, material; the smooth latex hugged her every curve, exposing her trim musculature and ample bust, leaving only her head exposed. Though that would soon change.
According to the memo the third step in the process involved a hood that Grace now held in her hands. It was just as rubbery and dare she say erotic as the rest of her outfit yet something about the way it looked made her hesitate. Two eyes and a mouth, or rather holes for two eyes and a mouth stared back at her. The rest of her face would be concealed by snug black latex.
Something about that idea struck her, of having her identity effectively stripped by a layer of slippery rubber while dressed in such a provocative outfit sent a strange sensation through Grace’s body. She soon found herself a little beyond distracted by the sensual clothing, as she pulled the hood over her head Grace felt a sudden rush of adrenaline flood her senses.
Now that she was actually wearing the smooth hood something else became apparent, the scent of the material was intoxicating. Having never worn latex before Grace had never experienced the sensations it offered but as she explored her fully encased body it became apparent that from now on it would hold a special place in her wardrobe. Just as her hands began to drift towards her more sensitive areas Grace’s private distractions were shattered by a familiar voice.
“Wow!” Maria slammed the office door behind her as she entered the room. “You fill out that suit like a model!”
"Holycrapknock!!” Grace screamed as she instinctively covered herself with her uniform jacket.
“Sorry,” Smiling, the fully encased Maria looked over her partner’s toned form. “Just came to admire the payoff from all that training we do.”
“R-right…” Grace tossed her jacket back onto the desk and continued to dress.
Mimicking Maria’s completed outfit Grace wrapped a rubber corset firmly around her waist, after tightening all the straps she attached the built-in garters to the top of her latex stockings. Next, she slipped on a pair of black high heeled ankle boots and a thin belt with several small pouches that sat neatly on her hips.
“Don’t forget your cuffs.” Maria held up her arm to show off the black and yellow rubber strap that hugged her wrist. “Two for wrists, two for ankles. There’s also a collar.”
“Collar?” Grace pulled the restraints from her crate and began to buckle them around her wrists and ankles. “What? Why?”
“The yellow will help us blend in with the Hive’s Drones.” Maria could see the skepticism in Grace’s eyes. “Here, let me help.”
Maria strode confidently to her partner’s side and snatched up the collar. Gently she turned the latex clad woman around so that her back faced her. There was an odd silence as the collar wrapped around Grace’s neck, this was punctuated by the odd squeak of rubber and soft sound of nervous breathing.
“There, all done.” Maria ran her smooth gloved fingers along Grace’s back and waist. “All ready to go?”
Grace let out a shuddering breath as her partner’s hands slid along her second skin. “Yeah, our ride should be waiting out back.”
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Despite a desperate attempt to sneak out the back of the building without notice Grace could practically feel every pair of eyes in the office upon her. Ultimately it was difficult for most park employees to ignore a pair of women strutting around the workplace in what amounted to latex fetish wear. The echoing click-clack of their heels and obvious squeak of rubber as they walked down the halls didn’t help the situation. None of this was helped by the fact that Maria seemed to revel in the attention, she took every opportunity to taunt her coworkers with mock blown kisses and little “wiggles”.
Eager to end the bizarre walk of shame Grace practically dove into the utility van that awaited the pair at the building’s rear loading dock. Maria quickly followed, stepping into the back of the vehicle with a bit more dignity than her partner.
The van’s driver sat ready at the wheel, an uncomfortable look of confusion playing across his face as the two women buckled their seatbelts. “You two uh, doing something special?”
Maria smiled sweetly. “I’m afraid that’s classified.”
“Whatever,” The driver started up the engine and motioned to a pair of boxes sitting on the middle of the pair’s seat. “That blonde doctor left those for you.”
With no small amount of trepidation Grace placed one of the boxes on her lap and gingerly slid the lid off. To her immediate relief, the contents seemed to be far more practical than the outfits they currently wore, just a simple rubber gasmask and a short shock baton. The mask had two large round eyes and a single short muzzle with a filter at the end; while the baton was just that, a metal rod with an electrified tip. Doubtless they’d come in handy once the women entered the Hive but for now the officers were content to watch the passing scenery as they traveled to their destination.