Spider Gwen Facesitting Novels & Stories

It hurt—God, it hurt. I groaned, my mouth filling with dirt, pain exploding through my body. My eyes met Kael’s as he hovered over me, our faces inches apart. “Duck, Maddie,” he growled. Kael stood up effortlessly. Above us, something dropped down fast, hanging from milky-white webbing. Not just one. Too many. Eight legs. Multiple pairs of eyes. Massive, threatening pincers. I gasped. “Spiders?” I struggled to my feet as Kael charged straight into the fight. His claws slashed through every giant spider that came near us. The wet, splitting sounds of their bodies made my stomach churn. Their high-pitched screeches as Kael tore them apart were disgusting.

Before I could ask for help any further, my eyes felt heavy and the darkness engulfed me. Slowly, I opened my eyes to find myself sitting inside a room with numerous women wearing black robes, none of whom looked familiar to me. Soon my gaze fell upon my hands which were bound together by an intricate iron handcuff and I gasped when I recollected what had transpired before I lost consciousness. "Welcome to our place, Gwen," a woman said as she stood up from the couch next to me. Her appearance seems normal at first glance. She has pale skin, long white hair, and blue eyes. However, when she smiled, her eyes are sharp like an eagle's.

Now is not the time. “Thanks,” I murmur. “No problem,” he replies, his brown eyes locking onto mine for a moment before he looks away. We continue, growing more confident with each obstacle that we overcome. But then, I spot them—spiders. Big, black, eight-legged monsters clinging to the walls like grotesque ornaments. I shudder, my skin crawling at the sight. “Ugh, spiders,” I mutter, feeling the color drain from my face. Karl looks at me, then back at the spiders. “You want to go back?”

she replied with a hint of sadistic amusement. "Ah, yes, the fear of spiders," the man acknowledged with a chilling smile that could haunt one's nightmares. "This particular breed is known as Latrodectus mactans, commonly referred to as the black widow," he explained, referring to the spiders within the case. With calculated precision, he delicately placed one upon Mr. Woods's bare chest, having previously removed his shirt.

“Calm down, son. This is for your protection. For everyone’s.” Kevin stood over him, and Jeff realized he was on his back. He thrashed, fighting against the restraints, pulling them opposite each other and trying to break loose. They were too strong. He struggled to sit up, but something was off. There was a heaviness in his stomach, and he recalled the feeling from his dream. “Dad, something’s wrong!” Jeff looked down and repressed a scream. “My stomach! It’s . . . ” ‘A spider’s cephalothorax is fused with its abdomen and makes up the lower portion of the arachnid.’ Mr. Drake’s voice echoed in his thoughts.

I smiled as I walked past him and into the bathroom. I gasped as I walked in, there were lit candles around the bath, a bottle of Fanta, my book, the bath was full of foam and smelt like passion fruit. I closed the door behind me, got undressed, slipped into the bath and felt a world full of pleasure... *** An hour or so later I decided to get out. You know when you stay in water for a while you look like a prune? Well, I looked two times worse! I stepped onto the mat next to the bath and screamed. There was an enormous brown, hairy, eight-legged spider sitting on the towel, watching me! It had a width of 8cm!

Gwen's face had flushed red in excitement and anticipation, but she did not make any move to enter Rachel's room at all. No matter how excited she was, Gwen was still cautious not to overstep her welcome. How could anyone bear to hurt such a vulnerable woman? Rachel sighed, grabbed hold of Gwen's hand, and pulled her into the room. Then, she turned on her laptop. Gwen sat down in the chair, her back as straight as a rod, and was in so much anticipation that she did not know where to place her hands. She was behaving like a student waiting to hear news about a recent exam.

Obviously, they had died not long ago. Despite being surrounded by dozens of giant spiders who were about the size of humans, the person didn't show signs of vulnerability or powerlessness in her eyes. Chi chi chi At this time, a strange sound of a monster echoed in the cave that came from the depth of the cave. A giant spider thrice large walked out of the darkness while making strange noises. Seeing the mother spider appear, the person's eyes narrowed slightly, she could sense a threatening aura from the mother spider. The person tightened her grip on the spear as she looked at the mother spider. An explosive aura burst out from the person as she swing her spear vertically toward the mothe

Gwen felt a hot splash of water on her face and jerked off her sleep. She could see a blurry image in front of her and a heavy slap on her face made all images to become clear. It was Nicklaus sitting in front of her with his leg crossed. There was a smile on his face which could be interpreted as evil. Gwen was tied with chains making it unable to escape. "Here you are pretty cook, you look miserable". He whispered.. "who are you?". Gwen asked looking around.

Meanwhile, these demonic spiders with human faces were actually split components of Shura Spiderwoman. They couldn’t get too far away. Soon, without any targets left, they regrouped. Shuffle! A brand new Shura Spiderwoman appeared in front of everyone. Sporting a female body, she had eight huge legs. However, her face appeared to be completely different from the goddess before. It was very lengthy, and there were strange patterns on her forehead. Her eyes were thin and long, but they had vertical, yellowish-green pupils. “D*mn! D*mn! What is this?” Clara’s father exclaimed. He was nearly scared out of his wits.