Kiss Of The Spider Woman 2

Stephanie swilled down the last of her drink and motioned to the bartender for another round. On the far side of the bar, a petite Asian woman sang karaoke mostly off key, but since Stephanie didn't understand the language the actual scope of her fail didn't quite register.

What had started as a fairytale, had become the most horrible day of her life. Kenneth, had dragged them halfway across the globe to Japan for their wedding, only to announce at the last possible minute that he was calling it all off. That he was eloping with another man.

Stephanie, had never felt more stupid and deflated, more objectified and demeaned that she did right now. And that was saying a lot.

That she'd had no clue that Kenneth was gay, or embroiled in a seething romance with Vince was beyond stupid in retrospect. Beyond blind. She felt the alcohol hit her system like a familiar old friendly sledge hammer. The off-pitch crooning of the woman on the mini stage was somehow distracting. God, she wanted answers.

The woman soldiered on into the next verse like a ballarina wading through sewage. Stephanie looked at her. She was short-ish. Very busty. Or maybe not as busty as the rest of her slenderness made her look. Man, that was a weird thought. Maybe she should stop drinking. She ordered another drink.

The demons, they were always just beyond the fringes of the table. Her uncle that had repeatedly raped her from grade school on. The PTSD induced bad relationship decisions that followed one after another as she struggled, trying to figure out what was even real. The shaking anxiety of staring into the void, her voice stripped away.

"I'm sorry, honey. I can't see this through. I'm in love with Vince." Echoed in her mind as a reminder of her own failure, of her own neurodivergent anomalies. The little demon voices chanting "Who's fucked up beyond repair? You are! You are!"

The off-pitch singer with the tits was standing at the edge of her table. Blurry through the haze of alcohol and anti-depressants.

"Hey lady, maybe you no drink no more for a while." She heard her say in broken English.

Not knowing why that was a trigger, she poured out her life saga to the Asian woman, in a slurred and wandering narrative. She remembered the Asian woman nodding sympathetically, taking her hand, raising it to her mouth. A slight pinch on her finger, and then darkness like a warm impenetrable blanket wrapping her into oblivion. She embraced the void as it came for her.

She had expected to feel groggy when she awoke. She did not. Problem was, she didn't have a clue where she was. Other than that, it was all good.

It was an apartment. That much was clear. Sparsely furnished but neat as a pin. Decorated with an undeniably feminine hand, a triumph of Feng Shui and Japanese minimalism.

"You sleep long time." She heard the somehow now familiar voice.

"I guess so. I'm sorry." She quested for context.

"You had real bad night. Worse than my singing." The woman chuckled.

"How did I get here?" Stephanie asked.

"I bring you here. Till you find yourself again." She replied enigmatically.

"I'm sorry. I thought I was getting married. I have a right to be a little fucked up right now." Stephanie said.

"You kinda cute when you fucked up." The woman grinned.

"Shut up." Stephanie giggled back. "I don't feel cute, and you can't sing."

"I know." The woman intoned solemnly. "I don't really hear things like you people do."

"What does that mean? You people?" Stephanie asked.

"I got different ways of hearing stuff. Okay?" The woman offered. "That's how I felt your pain. Why I bite you."

"What are you talking about?" Stephanie asked.

"I bite you. Make you rest. Make your jittery go away for a while." She answered.

"Are you fucking crazy?" Stephanie spat.

"No. I spider...woman. I spider woman. I show you" She said.

Opening her robe three extra sets of slender arms extended from her rib cage, below the globes of her truly impressive, award-winning boobs.

Stephanie was turned on and creeped out at the same time. Used to weird combinations of feelings she just shrugged it off and enjoyed the view. The extra arms, there was something about them that wasn't un-natural looking. They kinda fit. When the woman tucked them down you wouldn't have even noticed that they were there at all.

"So how?" Stephanie began.

"I like sing at karaoke bar, and that place is real hellhole dive. Hardly any customers so I can sing real long time." The woman said. "My name Sunli. Pleased to meet you."

"I'm Stephanie, I guess I should thank you for the rescue." Stephanie said.

"No need for thanks. I see you make it up to me." Sunli said with a wry smile.

"How? I'm pretty tapped out financially, so..." Stephanie began.

"You kiss me. I take care of you. Make you my pet woman." Sunli said standing before her, diminutive but somehow also emanating a dominant will that lit within Stephanie a compunction to obey. Stephanie felt another bad relationship decision coming on as she rose from the table and let Sunli wrap all her arms around her.

This was certainly out of the ordinary Stephanie told herself as Sunli's lips met hers, soft and sweet like candy.

Their kiss was unlike any other. Sunli's tongue, if you could call it that, was a long prehensile proboscis. Sheathed within it, amongst other things was a needle-like gland, which she could manipulate at her will. Stephanie felt it fill her mouth and start to slide down her throat, past her gag reflex. A slight pinch there just as Sunli's fingers found Stephanies nipples.

Whatever the pinch had signified. Stephanie felt warm and comfortable. Her clit was quivering on its own like an opera singer, and she was riding a soft orgasmic wave as she savored Sunli's attentions. In fact, the sensations she was enjoying enveloped her being, shutting everything else out. The universe was a sweet orgasmic place with just her and Sunli floating in it. Just right. The orgasm was steady and unending.

She was still cumming as Sunli led her into the bedroom of the apartment. Removing the last of her clothes, Sunli arranged Stephanie beneath her on the bed. Stephanie looked wide-eyed as what could be best described as a stinger emerged from Sunli's vagina. Long and curved. Somewhat pointy at its tip and perhaps three inches thick where it emerged from Sunli's sheath it felt gooey and a little rubbery as it entered Stephanies quivering pussy.

Sunli's mouth covered her own, their tits mashed erotically together, as the stinger filled her pussy like nothing ever had. Sunli held her own hips still atop Stephanie as the stinger plunged and retracted of it's own accord, into her again and again, in long, steady strokes.

Whatever goo oozed from it, Stephanie felt it melt into her. What had been a constant humming orgasm, now became a fireworks show in her nervous system as she felt the rhythmic penetrations induce blindingly intense explosions of pleasure, causing her to gasp for breath in between climaxes. Sunli's extra hands adding to the stimulation as they wandered every inch of her skin.

Finally, Sunli's stinger quivered and withdrew from Stephanies pussy. They lay there in silent contemplation. Stephanie's sex felt like it was glowing like neon, and she felt a simultaneous sensation of both clarity and euphoria that didn't seem contradictory at all.

"Was that...mating?" Stephanie asked in exhausted astonishment.

"Sort of. But it don't work like that really." Sunli explained. "How you feel?"

Stephanie stopped for a moment and thought. "I feel peaceful, and .... Loved."

"Yes. Just so." Sunli nodded. "I give you good feelings, you give me nectar. We give each other...Love."

"Nectar?" Stephanie asked.

"Let me try." Sunli "My piece, make juice that make you...wet. Your nectar. Make you happy time. Then absorbs it, nourishment for me, and real good feelings for both of us."

"You're feeding on my pussy juices?" Stephanie said astonished.

"Hai...yes." Sunli said, nodding. "It's a very personal thing to do. I felt it was a needed step for us. I'm glad we do it, now."

Stephanie ruminated to herself about the oddity of the whole episode. Like the barb in her tongue, she knew that the substances secreted by Sunli's "piece", her stinger, were neurochemical in nature. That much she understood.

But wasn't there something neurochemical in human/human love to begin with? This was just different. Stronger and in some ways unavoidable. She knew what it felt like to be taken, both with and without consent. The humanity sometimes was there, and sometimes was absent. But usually, it seemed in retrospect a mere side note to what she'd just experienced with Sunli.

Knowing she was of a different species, but craved her anyway, made it feel even more sincere. While it was clear that Sunli didn't experience human emotions exactly, she seemed to have a pretty good appreciation for them. Contrasted with the train wreck humans that she's seemed destined to bounce between, it was frankly, a welcome change.

Sunli's existence was as simple as her décor. Stephanie had always entered relationships, like people with a fear of flying board commercial flights. With great trepidation and fear of an inevitable crash. But there was something, a residual of their love making, that simply medicated her anxieties away. Like many things about Sunli, there weren't really answers, so why ask questions.

They seldom left the apartment. When they did, it was the only time they bothered with clothing. Sunli must have been into nutrition, because she seemed to need a lot of nourishment, and Stephanie was more than happy to provide it. After a few months of daily love making she had the hardbody of an Olympic athlete. That is, if sex with nymphomaniac spider women were an event. Happily, it was for her.

"Come here pretty lady." She'd hear as Sunli slipped into her from behind, or invited her to crawl between her legs and lick her. Something Stephanie considered extremely perverted but began to crave more and more. The goo on Sunli's stinger was sticky and sweet and licking and sucking it just right made it tremble and ooze even more.

What the neurochemicals in the ooze did to her was more euphoric than any street drug. Soaking into the mucus membranes in her mouth and going directly to her brain, Stephanie would soon find her crotch soaking, and her hypersensitive clit tingling past the point of orgasm as she licked and sucked her lover like a love hungry puppy.

Sunli would pinion Stephanies arms dominantly above her head with one set of hands. Pull her face close with the next set, groping her tits with the third, while fucking her all at the same time. It was like she was a one-woman gang bang, and Stephanie couldn't have been happier.

Where the money came from, Stephanie never knew. They never wanted for anything besides each other.

From time to time, some semblance of logic crept in and Stephanie faced the prospect that this wasn't meant to last, but then she'd wake up and Sunli's stinger would be sticky and wet and craving attention, her firm tits would be rising and falling irresistably, and Shephanie's resolve would crumble with the first touch. Her nectar, Sunli's to harvest. Sunli's cum, a feast for Stephanie's body and her soul.

The fever dreams. How many had she had? The pinch of Sunli's tongue in her mouth, and then blurry half-memories of... what. There was something important that Sunli needed her to do. Stephanie was signing her name, over and over again, wherever Sunli pointed. Stephanie just wanted it to stop. Wanted to make love to Sunli until real sleep happened.

It was always like this, Sunli thought to herself. The craving, the power she nurtured had a price. What started as desire, ended up being a duty. And they never even noticed.

Stephanie was huddled on the bed. She had to be more than ten kilo's lighter than that first night in the bar. She hadn't had a lot of money, but Sunli had been diligent in her research, and the life insurance policy alone was adequate. And for what it was worth, the American had been better than most. But it was time.

In bed, Stephanie groped her way to suckle mindlessly at Sunli's breasts. This was just what she needed. Sunli's thoughts drifted down to the karaoke bar. It never failed to provide opportunity. She felt Stephanie slipping down over her piece, groaning wordlessly, her unfocussed eyes darting to find those of her lover. Pleading for the peace she craved in her arms.

Sunli tensed inside her lover. This was the moment, and something new flooded out of her and into Stephanie. The woman's breath softened, then slowed, then stopped. Sunli held here for a while, feeling her body cool and stiffen. The number was called. The paperwork was filled out yet again. Money exchanged for the ride.

And just like that, she was back behind the microphone in a Tokyo dive bar singing bad Karaoke to a few drunk tourists. That one, French perhaps. She looked ripe. After the woman had downed her fifth champagne. Sunli sauntered over.

"Hé madame, ne bois pas trop." Sunli suggested.

"l'amour m'a abandonné. Un baiser est tout ce que je voulais." The woman slurred.

"Then a kiss you shall have." Sunli leaned in and began spinning a new web. Her tongue darting out to taste new meat. It was fresh...