This is a science fiction story of a 25-year-old woman who somehow, through a quirk of nature, has developed a strange way of producing a silky web-like material that is unbreakable. All characters are at least 21 years of age.
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Paul Harris was a single man of 28 years of age. He was a very good looking young man who never married because he liked playing the field with women to see how many 'trophies' he could accumulate. He had a different girlfriend each year and they were all knockouts. He would date her and never ask for sex on the first date, which led her to believe that he was an honest, down-to-earth man who was looking for matrimony. They would talk on the phone for hours when they weren't together and that usually led the woman to feel as if he might be THE one to settle down with.
But on their second date and there after his intention was to get her in bed to claim his trophy girl. That was his purpose, to claim his 'prize' then move on to another sexy broad and leave the previous one hanging. It happened often enough that word was getting around as to what the womanizing Paul really was like.
The first one he conquered was Amanda Kaminski, a tall blonde who was of Swedish descent. They first met in a bar/restaurant and after a couple dates he persuaded her to have sex in her apartment. He would enjoy sex with her then after several months of sweet talk he would disappear, leaving her to wonder what happened.
Carol Wayne was the next one. She was a 5'6" brunette who was the daughter of a banker. She was very pretty and polite and she felt in her heart that she had met the man she would marry. But after almost a year of dating and sex almost anytime he wanted it, he dumped her. Carol was hurt because she also didn't know what happened between them.
Next up was Vera Cummings, a very pretty African American girl whose dad was a physician. She, too, had dreams of matrimony and was crushed when he dropped her after nine months of dating and sex.
That was how Paul played the field. There were actually three more beautiful women after them but you get the picture. He was a slime ball who didn't care about anyone but himself.
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Mr. Harris was alone in the world since his parents both tragically died recently in an auto accident. Being an only child he inherited their vast estate, which included a big beautiful home on several acres and a 3 million dollar bank account. So Paul was set for life and no longer had to work. He just wanted to date pretty women and lead them on about a good future then drop them like a bad habit.
One evening he went to a new restaurant that had just opened up in the suburbs of Philadelphia. It was a fancy establishment that many people were flocking to because it was said that the food and the atmosphere were excellent. Paul was seated toward the rear of the dining room at a small table, and as he looked at the menu he noticed a beautiful young lady sitting by herself at another small table about fifteen feet from him.
The waitress came to his table and asked him if he wanted to start out with a drink and he said yes and ordered a Scotch on ice. He also asked her to take a drink to the woman sitting by herself. The waitress said thanks to him and went to the bar to order the drinks. When the bartender was finished mixing the drinks the waitress took the one for the unknown woman to her first then served Paul's drink to him. The woman nodded to Paul and smiled to him and Paul smiled back. He sat at his table for a few minutes then took his drink to her table and asked if he could join her.
She motioned for him to sit down and as he did she slid herself around in her chair to purposely allow the slit in the side of her dress to open and show her gorgeous bare leg. His cock began to stir a bit and soon there was a bulge in his trousers. Paul loved pretty legs! He didn't think she noticed his hardon so he sat down and introduced himself.
"Hi, my name is Paul," he said and held out his hand to her.
"Glad to meet you, Paul. My name is Arana (eh-RON-ya), Arana Gomez." she replied. Arana stood about 6' tall and had her curves in all the right places, as he would find out later when they got up to leave. She was very pretty with dark hair that came down to her shoulders and there was a strong resemblance to the late Natalie Wood in her face. But Paul, being a leg man, was very interested in her long, gorgeous legs, just as he had been with the other women he dated. So there he met another sexy broad that he was planning to get in bed with and claim as a prize.
"Arana. That's a lovely name. So you're Spanish?"
"Not really. My great grandparents were from Mexico but to tell the truth I've never even been there. I'm pretty much American. What about you?" she said.
"I'm pure bred American, born and raised in Utah." He then told her about his parents passing away and other things, like where he once worked. So the sinister Arana began thinking that if he no longer works at his young age he must have a lot of money. So she became even MORE interested.
"I like your name, Arana. What does it mean? Is there any significance to it?" he asked as they continued with the small talk.
"I'm not sure," she lied. "I once heard it had something to do with an insect, but I don't know." This guy is another very good possibility, she thought, but I'll have to be very careful with him.
Paul pulled out his cellphone and looked up what the name Arana meant. He found out it was how you said spider in Spanish. "That's interesting," she said. "I don't like spiders but I was right about the insect thing," she said with a smile.
"I don't like them either. They're too sneaky for me," he said. "Are you sneaky, Arana?"
"I don't think so. I'm pretty down-to-earth, if you know what I mean. Perhaps I should change my name to something else. What do you think?" she said.
"You don't have to do that. I think it's a pretty name anyway," he said.
After having dinner it was starting to get late so Arana told Paul that she better be getting along. She had a big day ahead of her tomorrow. Paul really liked what he saw in her and he knew he had to make a pitch right then. "Would you like me to see you home?" he asked.
"I can walk, thank you. I only live about three blocks from here. But you can walk with me if you'd like," she said. "It never hurts to have a big strong man walk along."
Thinking she was softening up, he said he would gladly walk her home. So Paul paid the dinner tab and they walked together down the street toward her place. Her home was a nice looking single story ranch with a well manicured lawn. When they got to the front door he asked her if he could see her again, and she replied that he could. Under her breath she whispered. "More than you can imagine."
Paul then got very close to her and reached in to give her a good-bye kiss. Arana didn't stop him and then placed her bare leg behind his leg and reached out and put both arms around his neck to hold him still and bit him on his lip.
"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell.....?" All of a sudden he couldn't talk anymore as her bite secreted a venom that paralyzed him from his shoulders down to his feet.
He tried to get away from her but realized that he had no movement in his legs or his arms. Arana quickly grabbed him and held him up, opened the door, and helped him into her house.
Standing just inside the door on the left was a large A-frame wooden rack that was covered with sticky webbing. She guided his limp body into the house and pushed him onto the rack where the webbing held him secure. Paul was stuck fast to the webbing, as though a fly would be stuck to a spider's web. She then closed the door and pulled a couple strands of the spider's web away from the network and wrapped it around Paul's wrists and ankles to ensure he was secured. The web was sticky and very strong and easily held him in place. He wasn't going anywhere!
Arana then leisurely strode into her bedroom and changed into something more comfortable. She removed her pretty dress with the slit and her panties and changed into a small white tennis skirt that barely covered her silk crotchless panties that she also put on. Then she put on an uplifting bra that made her 36D breasts stick straight out. Then she sprinkled on some sexy smelling perfume. With those great legs and her gorgeous ass, and with her magnificent tits and her intoxicating aroma, she was the ultimate sexy woman!
Arana then walked back out to the front room where Paul was still hanging in the spider's web. She went up to him and spit on her hands and rubbed it gently around on his face to help wake him up. As he awoke he realized that he was stuck on the rack and when he tried to free himself he knew he wasn't going anywhere. His legs and arms were spread eagle on the rack and his head was also stuck to the web, helped by strands of webbing that Arana ran across his forehead and his chin.
Still a bit groggy, he whispered to her and asked her what she did to him. "You looked like a good specimen for me so I fooled you into following me home. When you reached out to kiss me it was just as I planned and when I bit you on the lip you became paralyzed from your shoulders to your toes. You could still walk with my assistance so I put you on this rack."
Arana then stepped back a few feet and asked Paul, teasing him, "How do you like what you see? Is this body sexy enough for you like the others were?"
