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THE SPIDER'S BRIDAL BED By C
(Contains: amorous fairies, a big spider, non-consensual & semi-consensualfairy-catching, plus lots of tears, screams, panties, and erections.)
Tom would never forget that summer he first stayed at Grandpa's farm. Ofall the memories he cherished from that visit, there was one thing he dwelton more than any other: the Spider's Bridal Bed.
It was the summer after Tom's eighteenth birthday, and his first year ofcollege had not gone well. He didn't relish confronting his parents and feelingthe sharp edge of their anger, so it seemed nothing less than a miracle whenGrandpa called.
"I'm getting on, and I could use some help around the farm," theold man said. "If you don't mind a little backbreaking labor, why don'tI put you up till your mom and dad have calmed down a bit?" Tom jumpedat the offer.
It was hard work, but it was all work with your hands and your back, thekind Tom was good at. Within weeks, he and Grandpa had caught up on everythingthat needed to be done. There remained plenty of daily chores, of course, butthey now had more time to talk, and more time to roam the several acres ofGrandpa's property just for the sights and the fresh air.
It was a fine Sunday morning in mid-July, not too hot, when Tom first sawthe Bridal Bed. Grandpa was a freethinker, so after a big breakfast, he jokedwith Tom about all the folks who went to church. Then they went for a strollthrough the meadow at the northern end of Grandpa's farmstead. In the meadowstood a small pine tree. When he first saw the tree, Tom was surprised to notethat it shimmered. "What's that?"
Grandpa smiled and said: "Go take a closer look."
So Tom strode up to the tree and discovered what was really shimmering: asheet of silver-gray webbing, about five feet across, stretching down at a45-degree angle from the top branches of the tree to the ground. "Is thata spider web?" he asked.
"Kind of," said Grandpa. "It's called the Spider's BridalBed."
"What size spider makes a web like that?"
"Not that big," said Grandpa. "About the size of a large dinnerplate, I'd say."
"Wunh," said Tom, looking anxiously down at his feet.
"Don't worry son; they don't hurt humans."
"What does a spider that big eat? Birds? Gophers?"
"Let me show you," said Grandpa. He picked up a stone and tossedit at an oddly shaped tuft of grass about twenty feet away. The stone hit deadon, and five of the largest butterflies Tom had ever seen came fluttering up.They followed an erratic path, as butterflies are wont to do, and then circledseveral times around Tom and the old man. To his astonishment, Tom saw nowthat these were not butterflies. The first three looked like human girls intheir early twenties, about a foot long, with butterfly wings! The last twowere twenty-something, butterfly-winged boys! The wings of each had a differentcolor: red, green, yellow, blue, and turquoise. All were clothed, and the colorsof their outfits matched their wings. The girls had sleeveless shifts, andpanties, and high heels; the boys wore long-sleeved shirts and knee-lengthboots, but had nothing on their bottoms. Tom could see their little cocks,which were very erect. After a fifth or sixth pass, the creatures flew off.
Feeling somewhat dizzy, he sank to his knees in the grass and said: "They're. . . they're . . . . "
"Fairies," said Grandpa, "Winged Fairies, the most commonkind of Fay."
"I think I need a drink," said Tom.
"Sorry, you're not legal yet. Let me try to explain. The world you usuallylive in, Tom--the world your parents always live in--has a pretty firm boundarybetween it and the Land of Mythica. In some places, though, the boundary getsshifty. This part of the country is one of those places. I've oftentimes goneout into the meadow and found myself in Mythica. In fact, I've been up anddown Mythica many a time, and I've seen a hell of a lot. Well, it works bothways. What lives in Mythica can and does come here. Just a few years ago, thosefairies started coming here; in fact they infested the place, which was a problem."
"Why?" said Tom, still feeling dazed. "They're beautiful."
"Unfortunately, they're as bad as they are beautiful. They blight crops.They make livestock sicken and die. They can drive humans who are weak in bodyor mind crazy, even make them kill themselves. I've seen it happen. I felta special responsibility, because I thought my wanderings into Mythica mighthave attracted them here. So I took one last trip. You see, for every pest,there should be a pesticide. I figured folks in Mythica would know what madethese bad little critters turn their toes up. And they did know! They werevery helpful in fact, and it wasn't long before I came back with a knapsackfull of samples."
"Samples?"
"Eggs, mostly, but some adults, too."
"You mean . . . spiders."
"That's right. I got the most aggressive species, but only ones thatweren't poisonous to humans. My favorite is the lady who makes the Bridal Beds:the Golden Wolf Spider."
"But Grandpa, if those fairies are what they look like, they're . .. they're human beings! This sounds like murder!"
"They're evil, Tommo, and they're not human! Don't be misled by appearances.In this case, it could kill you."
"So," said Tom. "These fairies blunder into this . . . thisBridal Bed, and a giant Wolf Spider gobbles them up?"
"Not quite," said Grandpa. "Fairies are a lot smarter thanany bug. They're not going to 'blunder into' anything as big and obvious asthis sheet of webbing here. No, the Wolf Spider gets her prey on the hoof.This is where she displays what she's already caught. And this is where fairiescome when they . . . decide to die."
"Decide to die?"
"That's right. Let me explain."
It was mid-July and mating season was drawing to its irrevocable end. Justtwo more weeks, and Irana and Serena must either be bedded or . . . it didn'tbear thinking about. The two friends got spruced up for yet another fairy mixer.They did each other's hair and made sure their white shifts and panties werespotless. Then they crossed their fingers, laughed a little ruefully, and setout.
Irana and Serena were plain Janes by fairy standards: both had overly serious-lookingfaces, straight, nondescript brown hair, spindly legs, and white wings devoidof ornament. Irana was a little too thin; Serena a little too plump. Ordinarily,such imperfections wouldn't keep a girl from finding a good (if not quite breathtaking)boy.
Unfortunately, these were not ordinary times. The "Princess" hadheard about these green pastures just beyond the border of Mythica, where thehumans were abundant and stupid, and the predators were still scarce. She wasn'treally a princess; just a cousin some number of times removed from the RoyalFamily. But Titania had the looks of fairy royalty, including their brightred hair and wings. She complimented these with a red shift and red high heels.Her one departure from sartorial tradition: her panties weren't red, but rathera dazzling white that almost blinded the viewer. In addition to beauty, sheseemed to have a malevolent magic. Whenever Titania came to a fairy soiree,all the males there immediately swarmed around her. She now had forty or morepermanent suitors, who followed her everywhere and doted on her every idioticword. She wasn't completely stupid: she never tried to steal a boy who wasalready hitched, as that might prove fatal. But she now monopolized the attentionof everyone else. It was cruel, and not just to unattached females like Iranaand Serena. Instead of announcing her choice, she continued to lead on everyone of these poor boys. When the inevitable rejection came for all but oneof them, the unlucky ones might not have time to find a mate. They'd cry then,and not just from unrequited love.
The two friends flew out into the meadow and, as always, shuddered a littlewhen they passed the Spider's Bridal Bed. At least it was empty tonight. Itmight seem strange to others, but fairies always celebrated near one of theseBridal Beds if they could. It reminded them to importune life for its pleasureswhile they still were able. They saw the strangely tufted grass that indicateda fairy encampment and flew in.
There were several fairies, boys and girls, drinking wine from buttercupsand laughing at some joke or other. The sisters took a closer look: to theirgreat disgust, but unsurprisingly, every one of these boys was one of Titania'sthralls. If the girls flirting with them thought they were going to get anywhere,they had another thing coming. Just then, the "Princess" appeared.Sure enough, the other ladies were abandoned in mid-sentence. All the malesin the place surrounded Titania and would not take their eyes off her. Theirerections even seemed bigger than the usual for mating season. ("This sortof thing reminds you of why they can't wear underpants," said Irana with asnort.)
"We've got to talk to her," said Serena. "Maybe she'll bereasonable."
"You have to have a brain first before you can be reasonable," saidIrana, "but we might as well try." So they went over to where Titaniaand her admirers sat.
"Uh, Titania dear, you remember us, don't you?" said Serena.
"No. Should I?"
"I'm Serena and this is Irana. We were part of the welcoming committeewhen you first showed up. Could we, uh, speak in private?" Titania turnedto her boys and said: "Go away." They did. "Is that privateenough for you?"
"That's fine," said Irana. "Titania dear, it's like this.We don't mean to be pushy; but it's crucial for the well-being of our communityhere that you announce your choice of a mate as soon as possible. The deadlineis just two weeks away. It would be dreadfully unfair to most of these boys--notto mention some girls--if you waited till the last minute."
Titania just stared at them for what seemed a very long time. At last shespoke, and the disdain in
her voice was palpable. "I feel I have to explain something about myself," shesaid. "I matured just before the last mating cycle. When it came time to mate,I discovered that I was simply, well, irresistible. And that's not all: whenI reject a boy, he doesn't rush off to some inferior female for consolation.He just cries, carries on, and pines until the time comes to give himself toa spider. That's the way it is. I can't change it." If the smug look onher face was any indication, she didn't want to change it.
"But this is dreadful!" said Irana. "For the sake of the fairycommunity, you must seek help to alter this destructive body chemistry of yours.You must!"
"The only thing I must do," said Titania, "iswhat it suits me to do. Now here's what's going to happen: two weeks from now,at five minutes before midnight, I'm going to announce my choice to my darling,doting boys. The losers will then burst into tears and beg me to reconsider.(Let me tell you: the only thing prettier in my mind than an aroused fairyboy is an aroused fairy boy crying his eyes out!) I'll say no. Then the Gongof Gordion will strike twelve times. The losers in my little lottery will flyout into the night, sobbing and cursing their infatuation, now that it's toolate. You'll be sobbing in your beds at about the same time, I expect. I willthen lie down with my chosen one. The next day, we'll take a leisurely tourof all the Spider's Bridal Beds in the neighborhood. We'll see my poor, unsuccessfulsuitors. And we'll see you. You'll all be a kind of monument to my beauty andmy allure. Perhaps we'll make love right in front of you."
In a low voice, Serena said: "You treat your own kind as if they're. . . human beings or something. Despicable!" With that, the two friendsstalked out.
Later, Serena and Irana discussed their strategy, or rather the lack of it.
"I never thought I'd say this," said Irana, "but it's possibleto be too evil."
"Can we kill her and claim self-defense?" asked Serena.
"No. I checked that with a fairy lawyer: we have to be dead-bang certainwe're going to die if we don't act immediately."
"We are certain!"
"Not certain enough. We could always move to a new community."
"With a different dialect and different customs? We'd never fit in intime!"
"The lawyer was adamant: if we kill her, we'll be executed, which sortof removes the point of killing her."
"Any insight into what this strange magic of hers is?"
"No. None at all. There's nothing like it in the clinical literature."
"We're sunk then."
"Yes," said Irana. "We're sunk."
Weeping, they held each other tight. Serena then whispered in Irana's ear: "Takeyour panties off, my dear." "All right, darling," said Irana.
Having resigned themselves, the friends took great pleasure in their lasttwo weeks. About half-way through the second week, Serena said: "Haveyou seen the Bridal Bed in the meadow lately?"
"Not since that night at the mixer," said Irana.
"I saw it today. It's been decked out with wildflowers."
"How nice," said Irana bitterly. "The spider's welcoming us."
"It's the biggest Bridal Bed in the region, isn't it?" said Serena.
"Yes."
"It looks comfy."
"Yes, it does."
They stared into each other's eyes. "It's settled then," they saidtogether.
The last night came. Serena and Irana lay in bed together, holding each other.Even though they were expecting it, both screamed when the Gong of Gordionbegan to strike: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,eleven, twelve. The two fairies got slowly out of bed. Together they recitedthe customary prayer: "Oh Dark Lord, we are heartily sorry for havingoffended you by our failure to mate. We pledge to you that tomorrow, at ourearliest convenience, we will put ourselves in the path of a predator, so asto pay the penalty laid down by your Law." They lay back down and listenedto the night. Soon they could hear, from several points of origin, the soundsof weeping.
The next day, after a surprisingly restful sleep, they flew out to the meadow.The Bridal Bed was bordered with flowers, as Serena had said. They were unsurprisedto see that it was already occupied. Coming in for a closer look, they sawfive heartbreakingly handsome fairy boys, lying on their backs in a row, theirfaces wet with tears and their cocks very stiff.
"Hello," said Serena. "Some of Titania's victims, I presume?"
"Y-yes," said a beautiful blond. "Paying the just price forour foolishness."
"You were driven out of your senses by her magic. How could you know?"
"We . . . we've said that . . . a dozen times to one another this morning.It's not . . . much of a consolation. I'm M-Miko, by the way."
The other boys introduced themselves: "S-Sato," "Al . . .(ow!) Alcuin," "B-Brito," "S-S-Sanjil (oh, it hurts!)"
"Hurts?" said Irana. "Have you already been stung?"
"Only by T-Titania," said Miko. "While we were in her thrall,she made it . . . a strict rule . . .that we could have no relief . . . tillshe . . . made her choice. Now . . . we can't get relief on our own. I fearwe'll . . . explode before the spider comes!"
The girls looked down and, sure enough, the boys' pouches were red and swollenbeyond their normal size. "You poor dears!" said Serena. "Youpoor dears!"
"Serena darling," said Irana, "it's time to lie down now."
"Not yet! They're suffering because of that cruel bitch; we can't juststand by!"
"What do you propose?"
"Watch me."
Serena quickly stripped off her panties and tossed them away. (And why not?She no longer needed to mask her scent.) She then lowered herself towards theweb, being very careful not to entangle any part of her wings or body in thesticky threads. Miko seemed to be hurting the most, so she placed herself justinches above his groin. She grasped his cock in both hands and tugged backhis foreskin. Miko screamed.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No!" he gasped. "No."
With no further ado, she impaled herself. Miko cried out again, this timewith a more even mix of pleasure and pain. "Come on, Irana," shesaid. "I don't think any of them will object." Being very carefulnot to entangle herself, Irana shed her panties and descended on Sanjil.
And so it went, till the two friends had served, and been served by, allfive. When it was time to come, each boy cried out repeatedly and unashamedlyas he sent one gout of boy-honey after another into his angel of mercy. Thegirls cried out along with them. In too short a time, boys and girls had completerelief.
Serena was sighing with perfect contentment when Irana said: "Darling,I hate to be a bother, but . . . ."
"I know."
They lay down on the web on either side of the five boys: Serena next toMiko, Irana next to Sanjil. The magic of the web was such that their shiftswere immediately fastened to the surface with sticky strands, and their armswere pinned at their sides. Their legs and bottoms, however, could still movefreely. This was for the spider's convenience. It was comfy. All anyone coulddo now was wait.
The sun was hot and it made Serena drowsy. She nodded off for a while, onlyto be wakened by a strange rhythm. The web was pulsing! She and the otherslooked out between their feet at the bottom edge. The builder of the BridalBed, a female Golden Wolf Spider, was striding up toward them! She was coveredwith thick, dirty-yellow fur. She had eight powerful legs and eight yelloweyes; but her fangs were the most terrible thing about her: two recurved needlesthat glinted as if made of steel. Clutched in these fangs was a fairy, boundtightly 'round the middle with strands of silk. Fastened to the spider's backwas another fay, similarly trussed.
When they saw her, the seven captives couldn't help but scream with terror. It'smy time! they all thought. But not quite. The spider droppedher new victims onto the web, next to Irana, and then . . . went away!These new arrivals turned out to be Titania and her chosen boy-toy, Rilchiam!
"It's not fair! It's not fair!" Titania shouted. "That stupidspider snuck up on us!" Rilchiam, who'd taken a larger dose of venom thanhis paramour, just looked dazed.
"They've been known to do that." said Irana.
"Devil preserve us!" said Titania. "I remember you! I rememberyour mopy friend, too! Can't a person have good company at least?"
"I'd say you're responsible for the company you're keeping," saidSerena from the other end of the little group. "In fact, I've an inklingit's no accident you're here. Two weeks ago, I sent a message to the Templeof the Dark Lord, outlining your interference with the free mating of fairies.I reckon this is his response."
"You . . . bitch! You worthless bitch!" screamed Titania, strugglingvainly against the threads that held her like a fly on flypaper.
"Save the screams for when you'll really need them," said Iranain a quiet voice. "She's back."
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Two weeks after their first visit, Tom and Grandpa returned to the meadow. "Thisisn't the only Bridal Bed in the area," said Grandpa. "But it's thebiggest and most beautiful. Since the deadline for mating has just come andgone, we should see something interesting this time."
"It's got flowers on it," said Tom.
"Considerate of the spider, don't you think?" laughed Grandpa.
They came closer. Sure enough, lined up on the Bridal Bed in a neat row werenine fairies. Tom looked even closer and saw, from his left to his right: onefemale, pretty but a little plump; five males, as handsome as any fashion model;one female, pretty but a little thin; another female, a redheaded knockout;another matinee-idol male. Of the females, oddly enough, only the knockoutwas wearing panties. Their eyes were awash with tears, their mouths were allwide open, and Tom
could hear shrill little screams. This wasn't surprising, because the largestspider Tom had ever seen was strolling towards them from the bottom of theweb! It looked as if it could move very fast if it wanted to, but it wasn'trushing now. It came to Tom all of a sudden (though how he knew it he couldnever say afterwards): the spider enjoyed the impression it was making on itscatch! Tom knew he should be horrified, and in a way he was. But he was alsoaroused--more aroused than he had ever been before in his life.
"Makes me want to cream my jeans, too," said Grandpa. "Andyou know what? It's not like sex in the so-called real world. It's just asexciting the thousandth time as the first. Keep looking."
At last, the spider reached the line of kicking, crying, screaming fairies.It surveyed them for a short time, moving its head back and forth; then itwent to the plump, pretty girl on the left. Tom had to see, so he brought hisface right up to the edge of the web. Neither the spider nor the fairy seemedto mind. The girl was kicking frantically, as if her little high-heeled feetcould make the monster go away. Suddenly the spider leapt forward with dazzlingspeed and grabbed her legs. Then it forced her thighs back, till they wereright up against her chest. Now it quickly drew out a line of web from itsrear and used this to bind the girl's thighs there, so that her feet kickedupward and harmlessly. The girl's snatch was exposed now, and Tom had to sayit was the prettiest he had ever seen: a delicate pink mouth with no borderof pubic hair to coarsen the effect. The spider reared back, pausing for amoment, then plunged its fearsome needles into the plump flesh on either sideof the girl's labia. Her scream now was long, piercing, and heartbreaking.Tom felt the strangest mix of lust, fear, and grief.
Apparently, venom from the fangs was starting to have an effect: the girlkicked more and more furiously, moaning audibly with the effort. Finally, shethrew back her head and emitted a loud half-groan, half-wail of painful passion.At the same time, a clear liquid spouted from her cunt. She would do the samething five more times over the next half-hour. At last she was still.
The spider then moved on to the boy next to her. Its procedure was essentiallythe same, except that here it plunged its fangs into his perineum, just belowhis pouch. He screamed and groaned and wailed every bit as much as his lady-companion.Instead of a clear liquid, he spouted a thick, white cream, tinged with pink.When he was done, the spider just went on relentlessly to the next boy, andthe next, and the next, and the next. Then it took the thin girl. Somehow,Tom knew that she and the plump girl were the best of friends.
Then came the redheaded bombshell's turn. Tom had a new intuition, as mysterious,but as certain, as the others: this girl hadn't resigned herself to dying asher companions had, as much as they cried and carried on. It was going to beharder for her. Tom could hear her pitiable appeal, repeated over and over: "No!Dear Devil, no!"
This time the spider had panties to deal with. Obviously no problem: afterforcing her thighs back, it tugged her pants to her knees in no time at all.Another stunning snatch; another assault by cruel fangs; another long, despairingscream.
The last boy put on as good a show as his fellows. Finally it was over, andthe sun was setting.
"Here's where she gets down to feeding," said Grandpa. "She'lldrain the magical essence out of each of them. Then their bodies'll crumbleinto a fine white powder, and the powder'll blow away. So . . . you've seenthe spider bed her little brides and bridegrooms. What do you think?"
"It-it's overwhelming," said Tom.
"It sure is. Nothing wrong, though, is there, with fighting evil andhaving fun while you do it?"
"I suppose not," said Tom. "It's strange: I was feeling this .. . intense pleasure, seeing them die; but I was sad . . . hurting almost,at the same time."
Grandpa scratched his head. "Well, they're bad and they're getting theircomeuppance. That's part of the pleasure. But of course there's more to itthan that. I've a notion, Tom, that for them, everything issex (I think that may be why they're so cruel). Anyway, even dying is a kindof sex for them. But it's still dying: it hurts . . . and it scares them. Nowwhen you're near them, they make you feel some part of what they're feeling.So when they're caught, you feel some of the pleasure, and someof the sting, of their dying."
For a while, neither of them spoke. Then Grandpa said: "You know, Tom. . . I could sure use someone to help with the farm full-time, and maybe inheritit when I'm gone. It isn't just a farm, as you can see."
"It's the gateway to Mythica," said Tom.
"Just one of them," said Grandpa with a laugh. "Just one ofthem."
THE END
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