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Re: Christine ( \oO.Oo/ )
As the Drider is setting her place on the tree up, the straightjacket's whispers stop, and the clothing itself starts to slip away thread by thread. The changes to her mind lingered, her outlook on life at least temporarily changed by it's influence, but Christine got the feeling that it was Sated. It had gotten what it needed. Squirming away, Christine was soon scooped up, her body handled gingerly and delicately as she was pressed against the still warm silk, the soft texture slipping against the bare skin of her back while her arms were folded up above her head and firmly wrapped over, the Drider climbing partly up the tree to better manage it.
Moaning and biting her lip as she worked, the Drider looked down and spotted the ballgag, tutting and removing it, before tossing it aside as useless, before gently raising Christine's knees and pressing them up to either side of her chest, before starting to completely cocoon her, the silk tugging on her nipples as it was dragged over her chest, tight and warm against her body until she was nothing more then a squirming bundle, bare and open between her thighs against the trunk of the tree, trapped.
She was used for hours, never left unattended for more then a few moments as she was taken, fucked, cum inside, and then taken again, always a new Drider present to fill her slutty fuckhole back up with thick, pulsing flesh. The only time this stopped was when she felt contractions and had to lay the eggs inside her.
As the hours passed, she felt the effects of the whispers fading, and could hear Tam and Ashliegh moaning and screaming muffledly as they were used the same way. Unable to tell the passage of time, Christine only knew that she passed out, and was reawoken several times, usually by a powerful climax or exhaustion, only to be woken up again as another Drider started to use her.
After what seemed to be an Eternity, she woke back up, laying down somewhere, while someone peeled the silk away inch by inch, and cleaned her body carefully with a towel and warm water. Soon leaving her bare save her face, which had been left hooded by the silk. That was uncovered last, Sasha, the albino Striped drider smiling down at her pleasantly. Ashliegh and Tam were passed out in a corner, already clean, curled up around eachother, looking exhausted. Hello~ Olivia took your place, and a couple Sirens we caught took the place of your slaves. Mmmf, thank you so much. I haven't seen this place so lively and happy in a long time. she said cheerfully. Dillian at the moment was busy wrestling with the jacket which was trying to reclaim Christine, her pink cat hissing at it while they worked together to get it recontained. It was nice though~!
We had a vote and everything, 41 Yes, 44 No, to keep you there forever,
had the feeding vines and chains all ready. It seemed you were so popular no one wanted to let any of you go. The Matron cast the last vote, and me,
and the huntress sisters you met Liliana and Feya. Lucky you. she teased, insistently wrestling Christine into a thick, warm, blanket before scuttling off to get a tray with food and drink, dark wine, and some form of roasted meat that smelled.... amazing, to Christine's empty stomach.
The Jacket meanwhile was back in it's box, safely trapped. O,
that thing. Sanitarium Spirit. Asylum Attendant. Tricky things, they keep working on a victim until they can get them into something that amounts to a cell where they can feed uninterrupted forever. Slowly train away your free will with hypnosis. Useful, dangerous as pets though. she said, tilting her head curiously before pecking Christine on the cheek and stroking her hair, sitting with her for now.
As the Drider is setting her place on the tree up, the straightjacket's whispers stop, and the clothing itself starts to slip away thread by thread. The changes to her mind lingered, her outlook on life at least temporarily changed by it's influence, but Christine got the feeling that it was Sated. It had gotten what it needed. Squirming away, Christine was soon scooped up, her body handled gingerly and delicately as she was pressed against the still warm silk, the soft texture slipping against the bare skin of her back while her arms were folded up above her head and firmly wrapped over, the Drider climbing partly up the tree to better manage it.
Moaning and biting her lip as she worked, the Drider looked down and spotted the ballgag, tutting and removing it, before tossing it aside as useless, before gently raising Christine's knees and pressing them up to either side of her chest, before starting to completely cocoon her, the silk tugging on her nipples as it was dragged over her chest, tight and warm against her body until she was nothing more then a squirming bundle, bare and open between her thighs against the trunk of the tree, trapped.
She was used for hours, never left unattended for more then a few moments as she was taken, fucked, cum inside, and then taken again, always a new Drider present to fill her slutty fuckhole back up with thick, pulsing flesh. The only time this stopped was when she felt contractions and had to lay the eggs inside her.
As the hours passed, she felt the effects of the whispers fading, and could hear Tam and Ashliegh moaning and screaming muffledly as they were used the same way. Unable to tell the passage of time, Christine only knew that she passed out, and was reawoken several times, usually by a powerful climax or exhaustion, only to be woken up again as another Drider started to use her.
After what seemed to be an Eternity, she woke back up, laying down somewhere, while someone peeled the silk away inch by inch, and cleaned her body carefully with a towel and warm water. Soon leaving her bare save her face, which had been left hooded by the silk. That was uncovered last, Sasha, the albino Striped drider smiling down at her pleasantly. Ashliegh and Tam were passed out in a corner, already clean, curled up around eachother, looking exhausted. Hello~ Olivia took your place, and a couple Sirens we caught took the place of your slaves. Mmmf, thank you so much. I haven't seen this place so lively and happy in a long time. she said cheerfully. Dillian at the moment was busy wrestling with the jacket which was trying to reclaim Christine, her pink cat hissing at it while they worked together to get it recontained. It was nice though~!
We had a vote and everything, 41 Yes, 44 No, to keep you there forever,
had the feeding vines and chains all ready. It seemed you were so popular no one wanted to let any of you go. The Matron cast the last vote, and me,
and the huntress sisters you met Liliana and Feya. Lucky you. she teased, insistently wrestling Christine into a thick, warm, blanket before scuttling off to get a tray with food and drink, dark wine, and some form of roasted meat that smelled.... amazing, to Christine's empty stomach.
The Jacket meanwhile was back in it's box, safely trapped. O,
that thing. Sanitarium Spirit. Asylum Attendant. Tricky things, they keep working on a victim until they can get them into something that amounts to a cell where they can feed uninterrupted forever. Slowly train away your free will with hypnosis. Useful, dangerous as pets though. she said, tilting her head curiously before pecking Christine on the cheek and stroking her hair, sitting with her for now.