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Azrael: I do like a good spider pic

The_Mr_J: And I love trapped drow.

casiopia: My worship of Lolth reaches its final fulfillment

Azrael: being trapped is excellent

casiopia: Indeed, no one goes into the stage willingly...

Azrael: nope

The_Mr_J: There's plenty of space there for one, or possible two more women.

casiopia: Part of the hunting strategy, when my sisters come looking for me, they too fall victim to the spiders...

Azrael: warm and cosy

casiopia: The web sack becomes a bulging mass of pregnant Drow, a mirror to their swollen bellies filled with eggs.

The_Mr_J: Hanging there, suspended in the air, your arms and legs held fast in the spider's web. Your insides being used as incubators, to grow your captors new set of children.

casiopia: My sisters moaning all around me, the sound of an ovipositor slamming home,the shame of being glad it wasnt me and fearing that it is my turn next...

The_Mr_J: You can feel your web bindings shaking as something moves across the thick white strands of webbing that are your home now. Trapped and helpless, there is nothing you can do as suddenly notice a lull in the sounds around you, the moans tapering off into whimpers.

casiopia: I feel a drow fall into place beside me, still struggling as the spiders quickly snare her arms and legs, by chance one of its eight legs hits my swollen tender breast with no more thought than any other footing. By chance my fingers brush the hip of the drow beside me, the first and probably the last elven contact I will have. She lets out a scream as she realizes she is completely trussed. A second latter I hear her scream soar as the ovipositor is slammed between her dusky thighs.

The_Mr_J: You sit there and watch as the eggs move through the ovipositor and into her stretch out cunt. Her belly slowly begins to swell as egg after egg are forced into her womb. You begin to notice the tell-tell signs of arousal as the drow's screams begin to transition into moans. Her body is nothing more than a tool for this spider. She's just the same as you.

casiopia: The same as all of us. All around me drow hang, pregnant and immobilized. My own belly is heavy with my own clutch of eggs, I can feel the spiny protrusions holing them deep inside me. I know that soon they will hatch and it will be my time again. Something forces itself between my lips, the salty taste of my new roomate's sex heavy on it along with the oviopsitors coating slime. IT forces it's way deep into my throat and begins to pump nutritious fluid directly into my stomach.

The_Mr_J: You greedily slurp down the nutritious sludge being fed to you. You know you're only being fed so you can be a better breeder. You're being fed so you can in turn feed the monsters growing inside of you. You can't help but drink it down, you can't help it that you desperately want to live, even though your life has become a mockery. You can taste your trapped sister's sex on the ovipositor in your mouth, her cunt obviously wet from the forced impregnation. You can't blame her, you remember the feelings of pleasure being forced into you during your own impregnation.

At the thought of your own eggs, you suddenly feel the prickles inside your body from the growing spiders. Its only a matter of time before they force their way out of your body, moving out into the world to grow and trap more of your drow sisters.

casiopia: The spider feeding me pauses, its legs tapping over my body as it feels the shiver in its eggs. I try to scream, knowing what is coming but the ovipositor in my throat gives me no option. A razor sharp stinnger stabs into my left breast. Alien hormones flood through the stinger and warmth spread across my chest. It withdraws slowly and then stabs into my right breast in turn. Already fluid begins to leak from the nipple, dribbling down my coccoon wrapped body, ready to provide nutrients to the young that will soon crawl from me to unleash their evil into the world.

The_Mr_J: You feel your insides twisting and turning. Your young are ready. You feel the tips of the spiders as the tiny newborns crawl down your birth canal, forcing their way through. Your pussy lips are pushed open from the inside, opening up wider and wider. You can see the tiny legs begin to emerge from inside your pussy, one by one, as the first spider slowly pulls its way out from inside of you. The baby monsters are escaping your body, rather than being born as a normal baby should be.

The spiderlings waste no time crawling up your naked and exposed body, their little tips pressing down without any care in the world over every part of your skin. You can even feel them as several legs trample over your sensitive clit as the spiders drip your own juices on your body as they travel upwards, drawn by the scent of the liquid now dripping out of your engorged breasts.

casiopia: It is a feeling no one who dosent share my grim fate can imagine. Hundreds of tiny legs tickling inside of me I twist and strain against my bonds, as with a terrible itch that I cannot scratch. My screams finally become audible as the spider pulls its ovipositor from my throat dribbling its nutrient rich secretion across my chin. The spiders crawl from my slit, few at first, but then in a bursting horde as the mass of the clutch reaches my labia, swarming up over my clit towards the nourishing fluids dribbling from my breasts.

The_Mr_J: The tiny spiders swarm around your leaking breasts, eagerly sucking down on the unfamiliar liquids dripping out of them. The entire horde of miniature monsters crawl over your teats. You can feel their small fangs driving minuscule punctures into your nipples as they suck down more and more of the strange milk you're now secreting. Your heavy breasts continue to leak more and more, feeding and nourishing the horrors that you grew inside your womb. Your body is once again being used as nothing more than a chamber to birth and feed these tiny monstrosities.

And now that your womb is empty, an ovipositor positions itself once again at the entrance to your overused pussy.

casiopia: The feeling is overwhelming as fangs and feet play over my swollen and sensitive breasts. The flesh is reddening in irritation, though my young dont have the venom themselves to be dangerous, merely to draw more fluid to the surface for them to feed on. The ovipositor hangs in position above by slit, waiting for the finally laggardly hatchling to crawl clear and begin the journey up my midrift. I let out a dispearing cry and then the ovipositor stabs into me. Its hard cartilaginous tube is slightly misagligned and it hammers into my vaginal canal at an angle that explodes pain through my lower body. Almost immediately the drug like secretions begin to convert the sensation to pleasure as it withdraws to make another attempt.

The_Mr_J: Your body seems to be betraying you. The ovipositor slams home again, this time lined up correctly, the large tube fills up your cunt and stretches out your flesh. You know you should hate this, you know you should be fighting against it with everything you have. But the chemicals oozing out of the monster's impregnator make it feel so fucking good. Even swarm of tiny spiders suckling on your tits is starting to feel good. More and more milk leaking out, your heavy breasts slowly growing smaller and lighter as your new born young use you to feed.

And as the new eggs slowly enter your womb, easily forced in by the ovipositor, you hear the moans again, this time coming from your own mouth. You can't help it, the faux sex, the milking, this being used completely like a mere object. It just feels so good. You worry that in time, as this cycle repeats itself over and over again, you will eventually grow to love every aspect and never want to leave.