'What's wrong?' you asked.
She paused for a moment, and then sighed. 'I dislike sleeping alone. I always slept with - um, had someone else in my room, if not in the same bed. I got used to the comfort of having someone around me in case anything went wrong. I-I hope you don't mind, right?'
You hesitated. She didn't seem the type to long for company, sleeping or not, but of course you didn't know her background. Your bed was big enough for both of you, but was this really okay?
She sensed your indecision. 'It's-it's all right if you're not comfortable, I wouldn't want to impose anything on you. I should be fine on the other bed, it's just that I'm not used to being alone. Good-good night.'
'Wait!' you said. She stopped, on the verge of turning around, and waited for your reply. 'If that's really what it is, you can come on in. My bed's big enough, I just haven't had anyone sleep that close to me before.'
She raises her head and looks at you. 'Do you really mean that? Because if you're not comfortable, it wouldn't be becoming to disturb your rest. You do need your sleep. Just say the word.'
At least she isn't trying to boss anyone around. You decided that while you weren't used to, ahem, sleeping with anyone, you could try it for a night. As long as she didn't snore or kick you in bed, it would be okay.
You nodded and opened your bedroom door wider, inviting her in. She smiled gratefully at you and stepped inside, making her way to your king-sized bed. She took off her slippers gracefully, swinging her long legs up on your bed. You made your way to the other side and sat down, picking up your book.
'Comfortable?' you asked.
'Oh, yes, completely,' she said, smiling gently at you, her eyes full of promise. You sensed something else in them apart from her easygoing demeanour, though you pushed it away for now. 'Thank you very much for allowing this.'
'You're welcome,' you replied with a smile, leaning back against your pillows and opening the book to the page you were reading.
You kept reading for a while, watching the sun set further and further down. You would need to turn on your nightlamp too in a while. You turned a page and kept reading. Lina turned and tossed on the bed, trying to get a comfortable spot while having two pillows under her neck for support. You glanced over at her occasionally, taking in the bit of exposed leg out of her kimono and the smooth contours of her neck and back. She must have quite the body, although it wasn't even outlined by her loose dress. You turned back to Wodehouse and kept reading, grinning occasionally at a funny line or wisecrack.
Just as the sun was setting, Lina spoke up.
'Um ... if you don't mind, there's one more thing I had to ask you,' she said
You turned your head to her. 'What?'
She raised the bedcovers and turned to you. 'Could you help me with this?'
Her kimono was pulsing as if it was alive. You hesitated. What the hell was that thing hiding? You looked at her face, ears, and every other part of her. Apart from her abdomen, everything looked normal; just a normal, beautiful woman taking a nap. Was she ill or something? She had looked perfectly fine when she walked in. A lonely woman in search of her family and shelter had now found it, and was resting for a while before she would set out to find the people in her life and stay with them. She would be taking care of the people who brought her into this world. Right?
The kimono pulsed harder, and the sun finally disappeared over the horizon. Lina turned her face to you. The sight of her face made you leap back in shock, fall off the bed and give a short yelp.
Lina's eyes were blood-red - not bloodshot, they really had turned completely red now, and there were two more pairs appearing over the first two. Her kimono ripped open completely, revealing her body, and you crawled backwards on your ass as fast as you could, whimpering. Eight spindly legs shot out from under her, and a black-and-yellow spider's abdomen came out from her waist. It was bizarre and awkward to watch, like your crush suddenly turning into a hag before your eyes. This one was still more beautiful than Cleopatra to watch, but the spider's abdomen sticking out from behind her was terrifying yet fascinating. She jumped off the bed and scuttled towards you, her spider legs clicking along the floor as she loomed over you.
'What's the matter?' she asked. 'Haven't you seen a jorΕgumo before?
You start spluttering, apologising for no reason at all, and trembled as you backed away, finally hitting the wall. You were out of room and options. Lina gave you a smile which was no longer gentle and sweet - it was now sadistic and demanding - and reached out to grab you. Her hand slipped around your shirt and she dragged you to her with a grin that screamed pure evil. Her hands moved in a blur, and your clothes fell to the ground, cut into small pieces. She smiled at your shock and swiped her claws across your underwear, fortunately without damaging anything. You screamed and tried to cover yourself, but her hand intercepted yours and forced it away from your crotch. She looked at your flaccid penis, licking her lips and bringing you closer. She kissed you full on the lips, her hand taking out a silk tie from her pocket and bringing it closer to your cock. She wrapped the length around your manmeat, getting it to wind around you and starting rubbing your dick up and down. With the ministrations of the soft silk around your dong, it didn't take long for you to reach full mast under her clawed hand. She began jerking you off with the tie, drawing its smoothness over every inch of you.
You decided she might be going a little too far by raping proactively dating her host, and raised your hand to push her away. She blocked your hand again and slammed it against the bed, strands of sticky silk tying you to the bed. Before you could move or even try to kick her, your legs were also bound. She didn't give you the chance of protesting, using her silk to tie you up completely by the arms and legs. She even placed her pussy near your hard dick, letting her pussy pour juices all over it and lube it up to be ready.
'P-Please,' you pleaded, the fight gone out of you since she tied you up. 'Don't rape me, please, it's scary. I might get hurt! Please don't!'
Lina laughed and traced her claws down your collarbone, leaving three thin lines on it and a few drops of blood. 'That's the idea, little boy. I'm going to rape you, break your mind, and turn you into my emasculated, pathetic little husband. That's right, you'll be treated like this every night, so don't even think about escaping it. This is your place. It's where you belong, bound and gagged before me and begging for mercy. Beg me for your life, little one! Beg! It's what I loved hearing. As long as you beg, I'll spare you.' She used her claws to trace a few more lines down your chest, coming close to the nipples. You winced as you felt your nipples sting and become sore with her sadistic treatment and cried out, letting out jumbled sentences begging for mercy and her not to hurt you anymore. Her smile widened with each tearful plea you sent her way, and she kept gasping and getting wetter and wetter with each pathetic plea of yours and promises to be a good boy and not let anyone else touch you.
After half an hour of this uncaring, sadistic treatment, she decided she'd had enough of your griping and prepared to rape you. You cried out in fear as she grabbed your cock and lined it with her entrance, her cunt letting out a river of hot girlcum all over your penis. You begged and pleaded with her not to do this since it would scar you for life, but she forced herself on you anyway, grinning in pleasure. Your pain and fear was her pleasure, and she didn't give a fuck either way. Well, she did actually give a fuck, just not the type you wanted. You could only watch sobbing and sniffling a little as she slammed herself down on you, your cock spearing her insides with a single thrust, and started to ride you. Her sadistic grin filled your vision. Her claws grabbed your shoulders and pierced them slightly, leaving slight trails of blood flowing down your chest and back.
You winced with the pain of her sadistic behaviour and moaned under the assault of her pussy, her insides gripping you tightly and bringing you to a quick orgasm. She was drooling and gasping, her spit dripping down on your face and chest while her claws scratched you up. Every time you moaned in pleasure from the feeling of her hot, wet box tightening around and releasing your hard rod pulsing inside her, she would kiss you while nibbling your lips with her fangs, hard enough to sting, or trace a claw down your chest and back to leave a thin line of red down it. And she was really into it. She enjoyed hurting you, and it hurt more to recall that she had been sweet and gentle so far. Until ... until the sun went down. That didn't make any sense. Why would she change just because it was dark?
Lina suddenly shuddered on top of you and cried out as she came. Her girlcum was completely wetting you, you could feel the bedsheets below you get soaked and she even squirted up to your face as her hips bounced on you without mercy or restraint. Come to think of it, you were restrained anyway, so the irony wasn't lost on you.
Lina stood up on shaky (arachnid) legs and got off you, her eyes glowing with lust and licking her lips. A drop of blood came out of her mouth as one of her fangs scraped lightly against her tongue, but she didn't seem to care. She shot silk at your wrists and tied you up further, and then hoisted you up using the silk rope, attaching it to the ceiling. You hung there from the ceiling, trussed up and struggling to kick around. Your legs were still tied, though, so all you managed to do was move back and forth while swinging from the ceiling like a metronome. She grabbed you as she stood up and reached for your nipples, tweaking them with her sharp claws and making you scream in both pain and discomfort. You begged her not to hurt you anymore, she had already had her way with you and even cum from it. She just smiled and grabbed your nipples, pulling them away from your body and making you squeal again.
'That's it,' she moaned, her eyes half-lidded with lust and leaning closer to your chest. 'Moan for me, little bug. Scream under my cruel hands.'
You struggled again, trying to break the strong silk of her threads. You couldn't. She stood there with her hands folded across her chest, smirking as she watched you try to break the restraints. You couldn't make a single tear in them after a few minutes of shaking around like a belly dancer.