Jason knew where he was as soon as he opened his eyes. He had died again in the hands of a demonic creature and once again was brought back to this hotel room in Hell. He wondered now if there was any way of escape.
He looked at the room for just a second before he felt the erotic touch of a hand sliding around his hip. Tempted by the memories of his last time in the hands of the vampiress that he knew must be touching him right now, Jason fought his lust and stepped away from the caressing hand.
He turned around to look at the vampiress as he continued to move away from the couch she was standing hear. Her body was like a siren's call to him and his groin was responding to her stare and promising look of pleasure. Just when he decided there was no use to try and escape. Jason's heel hit something on the floor, causing him to stumble backward.
He waved his arms in a windmill motion to try and keep his balance, as his feet kept taking steps backward to get a better purchase on the floor, to keep him from falling on his ass. Gravity finally won out and Jason turned his head, looking over his shoulder, to see where he was going to land.
His entire vision was filled with a white mesh and Jason thought he was going to land on the wicker chair he had seen earlier. To his surprise, the chair was only an illusion.
Jason had landed in some type of netting of very fine fibers. The angle's he had seen this netting had made it look like a large wicker chair. When he landed on the netting, he found that it didn't sit like a chair, but had a more slanted angle to it. He was now laying at about a forty-five degree angle with the floor.
Laying still for a moment, he let out a sigh of relief that he hadn't broken thru the netting or caused it to crash to the floor instead. He was also pleased that it wasn't a chair after all; because he was sure it would have buckled underneath his weight and broken in several pieces.
When he had got his breath, Jason remembered the vampiress that was at the couch earlier and tried to scramble up and see how close she was to where he had landed. That's when he became away of the danger he was in. The netting was stuck to the areas of him that were touching it, and when he put his hands on it to push up, they too became stuck in the material.
Raising his head as far as he could, he looked toward the couch and saw the vampiress staring at him.
"Just when I had you again, you had to go to another," she seemed to pout.
"What are you talking about?" he asked her. "If you help me out of this, I'll be yours again."
"Oh no, I know the rules, once trapped, you must get yourself out of it. That is, if you desire to escape."
Jason was trying to understand what she was saying and get out of the sticky situation he was in. Every move he made seemed to get him stuck even more in the material, some of it already wrapped around his fingers and hands. His feet were fully covered by the stuff, and his legs were nearly covered from the sides all the way to the back of it.
"I guess the more I struggle, the more I'm going to get stuck in this," Jason thought to himself. He decided to hold still and think about a way to get out of it.
A movement above his head on the material grabbed his attention just as he had that thought. Tilting his head up, he looked toward the top of the netting and recognized what it was immediately.
The webbing led to something like a hole in the corner of the ceiling and two walls. It was large enough for a person to squeeze thru. The webbing continued past and around the hole, onto the ceiling and into the edges where the walls and ceiling met. All of the webbing spiraled into the hole above him, where Jason noticed the strands he was lying on were being tugged and released by something inside the hole.
"Oh, no. Please. Anything but that," Jason begged to no one in particular. "That looks just like a funnel web. Please, tell me there isn't an actual spider in there."
Jason lifted his head to see if the vampiress was going to answer him, but found that tilting it up like he had earlier caused it to stick in the webbing; and he couldn't lower it back down again. He was now stuck looking into the gaping darkness that most likely contained his fate.
"She may not look like a spider, lover, but you will find out the truth soon enough," the vampiress voice said from the direction of the couch.
Jason began to struggle even more and harder in the webbing to get loose before some eight-legged creature came out of the hole and injected its digesting juices into this body. He had no intentions of feeling the acids shooting thru his body and dissolving his internal organs in excruciating pain.
Ignoring what he knew that his struggles must be doing, he continued to thrash around in the webbing, trapping himself even more with it. The tugging from the hole had now stopped and the lack of movement from that direction was making Jason even more nervous. His fear caused him to continue to struggle in his tightening bonds, ignoring his own screaming mind for him to stop thrashing around and tangling himself even more.
"What tasty little insect has entered my web," a feminine voice said from the hole.
At the sound of it, Jason froze. He quickly knew that this creature wasn't going to be as much of a shock as he thought it would be. He remembered the redheaded woman that had taken care of the bouncer at the club. He thought about the pleasure on the man's face, causing Jason's dick to try and rise.
As it struggled against the webbing during its growth, he felt some pain from the pulling the webbing was giving him. The pain helped Jason to remember the last time he saw the bouncer. He was nothing more than a lifeless husk stuck against a building, drained of all his internal organs.
Jason started wriggling again in an attempt to escape this trap. To his surprise, the pulling on his dick from the webbing wasn't as unpleasant as it felt earlier. It felt like his cock was being sheathed in a silk cocoon. It was arousing and his shaft was again trying to rise to the pleasure.
Jason closed his eyes, and stopped moving again, focusing his mind on his dick to try and keep it from growing harder.
