Quickly stripping, Colleen shoved her clothes into her backpack and tossed it to one side. Emily’s eyes lingered appreciatively over the shapely and full form of the sexy young woman. Colleen grinned at the brunette’s longing gaze and bent over at the hips, allowing her a full view of her damp, red-furred pussy from behind as she carefully secured her own ankles to the two lower stakes with firm knots, being sure to spread her legs widely. Once done, she carefully sat down and lay back, the two leather thongs on each wrist flopping outwards towards the other two stakes above her.
“C’mon Emily, tie me up. I’ve had this idea for a few days and I can’t wait to try it. You can film all of this and show it to your Professor and see what he thinks of me then!”
Tentatively, the young nurse fumbled with the straps but eventually secured the outstretched redhead to her satisfaction. As far as Colleen was concerned, no matter what happened this afternoon, she wasn’t going anywhere.
As the nervous brunette retreated to a nearby camouflaged blind to activate the many recorders placed strategically in the grove, silence finally fell. Eventually, only a low melodic humming could be heard coming from the shifting, waiting form of the staked out Colleen, her open legs an offering to the wildlife in the swamp, beckoning any animal to come and ravage her.
For some reason Emily felt warmer than the afternoon weather should make her feel. She felt an almost buzzing in her mind, a flutter in her stomach and a dampness on her forehead and neck as she listened to Colleen’s music. The rest of the swamp reacted as well, the chitter and drone of the gnats and bugs growing louder, the splashes and grunts of odd animals overlapping each other, birds cawing in protest as if something were exciting them.
Only a few yards away, Emily could see the sheen of sweat on the rising and falling breasts of the woman facing away from her. On the surface of the water further past her, the nurse saw a cloud of mosquitoes swarming, moving slowly towards the immobilized redhead. They made a gray haze over her body as they dove and landed on her moist skin, darting their numbing proboscis into her creamy flesh, eliciting gasps and groans from the now squirming form.
Colleen was breathless with lust, her pussy squeezing and glistening as these little bugs teased and stung her. Little punctures in a thousand points on her jiggling tits, her nipples already swelling with reaction to their stings. Her roiling stomach a carpet of whelps and her sweaty thighs jostled and kicked in vain, trying to rub her tortured pussy lips together to get some relief from the crawling, biting little lovers. Her body was a feast for them and the helplessness made Colleen cum as her fists gnarled, bloody red as they strained to be free to claw at her aching clit, being repeatedly and relentlessly sucked and stung by countless mosquitoes. Cries of ecstasy and ragged breaths of joy came from the twitching girl as Emily sat dumbfounded at the raw sexual display she was recording.
Minutes after agonizing minutes passed when, to the observers amazement, the mosquitoes rose en masse, as if commanded, and flew quickly away. Only the heavy breathing and occasional giggle could be heard coming from the still bound woman in front of her.
It was after the briefest of pauses that Colleen’s newest friends presented themselves, alarming Emily into standing and saying nervously,
“Oh my god, Colleen! Look out!”
“Shh! It’s fine, it’s fine, Emily,” Colleen murmured reassuringly. “I saw them up there when I set up in this spot. Believe me, they’re invited. Now watch, honey.”
Embarrassed, Emily sat back down behind her concealment, nervous but now strangely intrigued. She could not tear her eyes away from the fine, silken strands that had begun dropping from the branches overhead, dangling down over the supine body of the gorgeous redhead. Colleen, for her part, had gone silent as well. Her glittering eyes were intent on the ballet of motion and delicate fall of hundreds of black spiders from the branches above her. Each white thread held at its tip a fat, one inch diameter, black, hairy, eight legged spider. Colleen licked her lips in anticipation.
With a light plop, each creature fell like a drop of rain on her once-again smooth, velvety skin. Quickly disengaging their lines, the arachnids skittered across her skin, hairy little feet with course barbs digging gently in, clinging to her for purchase. Colleen moaned low as they caressed her, running to and fro over her once more heaving breasts, climbing up quivering globes to grab tightly onto her firm upthrust tits. As if goaded into it, the larger, more aggressive spiders opened wide their chitinous mandibles and swiftly bit deep into the thick, pliant flesh of her thick rubbery nipples.
“Oh Fucking Yes!” squealed Colleen as she bucked upward, arching her proud, spider-covered tits to the treetops.
Vicious incisors pinched and chewed her cherry nipples as dozens more began nipping and biting her mounds, clambering into the valley of her sweating cleavage and pouring down her rippling white belly to her parted legs. Some adventurous spiders danced on her closed eyelids, tickling and brushing her wet, pouty lips with their filthy legs and hairy bellies. Some ventured into her luxurious hair, wriggling around her ears and neck, making her dizzy with a million different sensations.
Quickly the small army of warriors found her thighs and pussy and began biting in earnest, taking little pricks of blood and flesh from her gasping, writhing form. The tenacious workout they were giving the shaking woman was giving her rolling orgasm after orgasm, perverse and sweet as any she had ever experienced. Colleen was in rapture as her pulsing cunt leaked creamy juice which the filthy spiders swarmed onto with relish.
A loud “Thud” broke Colleen’s reverie and caused Emily to squeak from her blind with surprise.
At Colleen’s outstretched feet had landed the great-granddaddy of the spiders, having leaped from the tree above. Obviously mutated by the swamp, Emily only barely had enough capacity to register that it was being recorded.
The beast stood on eight fat legs, each easily 5″ around. It’s bloated belly was an incredible 5 feet wide and it stank like rotted meat. Multifaceted sickly green eyes with wiry hairs sticking haphazardly around it glistened as it surveyed the helpless whore before it. Colleen lowered her shocked gaze from it’s dripping, slavering fangs to see an (for a spider) unusual but obviously excited penis extend itself from its fat gut.
The grotesque piece was possibly 17″ long, hideously deformed. It was scarlet red and thick at the base, maybe 4″ thick there. It tapered forward to a 2″ diameter, a flange of skin like a thick fin lined it’s top, but at the quivering, bobbing tip of the penis was not a pleasantly rounded bulb but a tapered black end much like a duck’s bill. Crowning the very tip if this appendage was a sinister, slightly upturned hooked claw, as if a single bony finger beckoned Colleen to try it’s obscene delights.