So, here's something I wrote. This is my first story to be put into a public forum for all to read. This is my work and my editing. However, it was inspired by a novel written by, Annabelle Hawthorne, called [Home for Horney Monsters]. She is an amazing author and you can find her work on Literotica.
Please be nice, but please leave comments and votes. I'd love to hear your ideas and opinions.
This is not for everyone and if you're offended, go to the next story.
I'm looking forward to your feedback!
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.
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Arachnie.
The Modern Beginnings:
Pulling another cigarette from my pack I studied the dark damp shed. Cleaning this thing out was just another chore that my dad asked me to do to keep me out of his hair. I knew this was going to be a difficult task.
*I should have stayed at school.* I mumbled to myself.
The shed hasn't seen any use since I was a kid. Why am I cleaning this thing out now? Deftly I knocked the cherry from my cigarette off the butt and into the decayed granite covering the pathway, leaving it to burn itself out. Pocketing the butt in my back pocket I stepped into the shed to take stock and decide what was trash and what would go for donation.
It started out easy. Things that were just tattered and broken got moved into the yard. But, some things were just too hard to get rid of or just to heavy to move on my own so I left them in the shed.
Moving deeper into the shed, (feeling more like a warehouse) things seemed different. A certain odor lingered in this space that seemed, familiar? Like stale cigarettes but also something else. Turning my back to the space I began walking back to the door while pulling my pack of smokes out to light another cigarette. As soon as the pack came into the light something hit my hand. More like something wrapped around my hand and wrist and started pulling me back into the darkened room.
"Oh, please don't leave yet."
A feminine voice rang like a hollow echo from somewhere behind her. Another jolt came from her right and my foot was pulled further into the room. Being pulled from both the right hand and foot I began sliding while hopping on my left foot trying to balance by flailing my left arm. Just then that arm too became entangled in something. Both arms were now pulled in opposite directions while my right foot was pulled in the same direction as my right arm. I was now suspended about a foot above the ground and my left leg kicked trying to find purchase on something. A clucking sound like a scolding parent came from behind me and my hair stood on end.
"I was going to let you go. I didn't want any attention brought to me or my temporary quarters here, but, you have something I want, no, need right now." The voice was sultry and made me shiver as she spoke.
The pack was taken from my right hand. Then a knife cut through the back of my t-shirt with two swift cuts and my shirt fell to the floor. The same treatment was given to my pants, which fell to the floor in a clump. Looking down I saw a spear of some sort stabbed at my pants on the ground and drug then backwards. Cranking my neck around to look behind me I saw nothing. I could hear rustling though, and clicking or a tapping.
All of my cloths were now gone except for a bra and panties. I felt the strain from the constant pulling on my shoulders and arms. I felt a little courage build and said, "This hurts! My arms are going to fall off, so, please let me down!"
"Ahh, so you do speak." The feminine voice rang in my ears again from everywhere behind me. More shivers ran down my spine.
Another rope of sorts wrapped around my waist and held me up, but still cut into my ribs a bit. Soon my left leg was secured to something unseen and I was now hanging in the air. Arms and legs sprawled out In a cross for anyone to see. No one would see though. It was just me and my dad here in this desolate place.
Just then a clicking sound and a burst of light came from behind me. I turned my head quickly ; just in time to see a beautiful head of long blond hair, a pale face with angelic features. In her lips hung a cigarette, glowing intensely as a puff of smoke emerged from her lips. In the glow I could see slender fingers and her large beautiful breast on full display. They had to be much larger than D's or double D's. Somewhere in the H category maybe? Her lips were curled around the cigarette closing it within her mouth, she pulled heavily on the cigarette filling her lungs fully. The light extinguished.
"Want one?" Her sultry voice rang from everywhere again. Smoke poured around my body. I felt her breath hit my back but the smell seemed off though; I couldn't understand why. It's like it was infused with something. The smoke permeated my pores and seemed to fuse with my skin.