You are a lad in a forest village.
Once upon a time, the Elders said that Dark Elves had befriended a human seamstress to work for them. Yet the bindings she made caused pain to many as slaves were taken with them. It was said that the god of the earth and sky, Perun, struck her down, cursing her to weave forevermore, in the shape of an Arachne, or "drider".
What you heard is irrelevant. What you know is there is one in the forest. Your parents warn that if you don't show respect to dark elves or her either will snatch you away. Svetlana, the village orphan, had disappeared when she went outside to collect mushrooms and berries. Your childhood friend Dark Elf, when asked for, simply smiled and said "She is in good hands." with a wink.
Next week, just when you hit your 18th birthday with a nonexistant party of working your ass off like a miserable Slavic peasant you are, you passed a dark elf caravan wagon. There she was, Svetlana, pouring wine, with a leather collar around her neck, but healthy and well-kept, on a mature dark elf woman's lap and holding her wine cup. She shyly waved at you, only to elicit a warm nuzzle and caress on her neck by her new...owner? Such was life in the north.
Her owner, a tall dark elf with black skin that bordered on purple, relaxed on a long Misrani divan, being rubbed with scented oils on her ankles and limbs by a cadre of slaves: beautiful human youths: girls and boys tending to her every whim, pouring wine and serving her grapes. She slyly grinned at the poor boys' plight; who clearly looked flushed, trembling with erections which strained their thin clothes.
You approached with respect and asked the dark elf lady if you could give her her dead parents' locket. This made Svetlana squeal with joy, and her owner nod and smile, taking it with a genuine reverence. She cradled the locket in her ebony hands, and then putting it on the happy girl's neck and giving her lips a long, passionate kiss.
"Poor girl cried for days when she didn't have it on her."
You couldn't focus from the fire that rose from your groin. Your first sight of a kiss was between a human girl and her dark elf owner, woman-to-woman. The rest of the servile boys were,likewise, tormented by the teasing. Adolescence had passed for them, yet each are strained to the bursting point.
"Where will you go...lady?" You remembered your manners barely. When she responded, her eyes were focused on your blush and the tent you are pitching. Worse: Svetlana looked at your shameful erection as well with a gleam in her eye.
"Hmm...trading honey and seal meat with the Selkie clan up north...I think I'll be back some months later. Some of the well-groomed boys here will be sold to them, as husbands to poor, pent up Selkie-girls who deserve some warm human love." The boys nodded, anticipation of joy clear in their eyes. "I will keep Svetlana though...Anon, wasn't it? Your name?" Her gaze penetrates you.
"Yes ma'am." You respectfully reply, your heart uneasy.
"You can visit her if you like and try my tea..." She grinned, eyeing your body. "She spoke about you..."
Dark Elves of the Northern Forests make no secret that they traded human slaves to other monstergirl clans, and openly bought orphans from orphanages and kept runaways found by them, grooming them to servitude to the monsterkind. They sell human youths as gifts and husbands after taming them with heavy bondage, and you heard that people rarely returned from tea-time with a dark elf.
With no men of their own, monsterwomen did not simply live an idyllic life of low ambitions, but openly compete for husbands amongst humanity. Life is hard ever since last male monster died a century ago. And here you are, standing before a dark elf, sharp, long ears poking under her long mane of ivory white
Unless you had business, an invitation was a clear declaration of "May I inspect your body and attitude?" She clearly intends to enslave you and make you Svetlana's mate. You think it would be exciting, hopped on youth hormones slowly fading after you passed your childhood. But then, you have a family to look after, now that you are an adult of eighteen.
You gulped, nervously excusing herself to deliver the fish to your village. Her mocking laughter could still be heard when you left back for home.
You lost your way thinking about Svetlana's new life, and forcing to trek all the way back across the hill. Distractions...distractions...a big mistake indeed... The smell of rain and grass, combined with flowers and your lust confusing you, made you lose your path.
That wasn't the mountain path to your village. Your stomach is in knots.
The air is dark, and you are tired, your legs exhausted. And the howls of wolves aren't assuring either. You start running until you are exhausted, and crawl into a cave that you think is empty. Inside is strangely warm, no lights, and no sound. Good! No wolves' spoor, no smell of bear, you tuck yourself inside the warm cave, and lay down your blanket. Quietly praying to Perun, you lie down for sleep, your dagger in hand...
Sleep comes easily. Pity you didn't hear a snicker and skittering chitinous legs as you sink into sweet sleep.
...it's warm.
The blankets are warm...and snug...
...did you even bring silk blankets?
Far too snug! You try to take some off, only to futilely bump into something silky.
You are wide awake now. There is something snug wrapped around your body, completely immobilizing you. You feel a warm silky coccoon...
A coccoon. Your entire body is in a silk coccoon, snugly squeezing you as a suspended ball.
Spiders! FOREST SPIDERS! You thrash in panic, only to fail miserably and hear a raspy, female chuckle and a joyful exclamation:
"My my... The fly woke up?"
It's a raspy voice with a deadly, feminine tone. It must be an Arachne!
You try to talk, only to elicit muffled screams. To multiply your terror, chitinous legs tap around your coccoon. It must be a massive spider-woman which are rumored to plague the forest. You start squealing, only to realize your mouth is webbed as well.
One by one, ebony legs skitter next to you as you freeze from fear, red from lack of breath.
"Good morning, little snack. Slept well in the middle of my living room? Right after stepping on my weavings and ruining it all?"
Oh boy. You invaded an Arachne Lair AND ruined her artwork, and slept on her floor. It's one of those unlucky days, you'd be lucky if you left this encounter alive. You burst in fearful tears and sob under the gag. The Arachne giggles.
"And I am so hungry..." She slowly skitters and hovers over you, her strong ebony legs nailing you under her. Your heart beats wildly, and you start gasping and sobbing.
Sensing your impending death, she chuckles. "I am going to do what hungry spiders do. You start crying.
"Shh-sh-sh-sh..." She repeats shushing you gently, her breath on your nose and face. Her teeth are sharp, checking your skin so closely that you are panicking wildly right now.
"Relaax...." She hisses.
Your panicked mind realizes that actually she is very beautiful(From waist up). Multiple eyes like red rubies blink in unison on her human face, human body from waist up, and...a deadly spider body. She is nestled around your legs, her own clasping you like a jewel as her lower body's hidden part produces silk, to be woven around her into beautiful linens...
