artwork by MenchiMenagerie
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It was sunny, warm and humid outside as Evie stepped out for her Thursday afternoon run. Though she wasn’t a huge fan of humidity, it made her sweat more profusely, making her feel like she was getting a really good workout. And she was eager to push herself hard today.
The workout was a way for Evie to prepare herself for the challenge to come. Tomorrow Evie and Laressa had one of their regular ‘hunts’ scheduled, one in which Laressa would track, stalk, and attempt to snare Evie, and Evie would do her best to elude Laressa.
These hunts had long been part of a pact the two had made; Laressa, a Spideress, promised not to hunt women from among the local citizens, and Evie promised not to hold Laressa accountable for any past ‘indiscretions’ with unwilling prey. Laressa was, however, still allowed to indulge her spideress desires with willing prey from among her friends and clients.
Participating in consensual playtime wasn’t always enough to fulfill the needs of the predator OR the prey, however. Sometimes there was just something missing, an itch unscratched. So Evie proposed a mutually beneficial arrangement that could fulfill both their hunting desires.
By participating in these hunts, Laressa still got to experience the thrill of the chase and keep her predatory desires and skills fresh. Evie, in turn, honed her evasion and detection skills and got to experience the thrill of being hunted – as well as unwilling and forced submission.
The fact that Laress had become an oft-times ‘Mistress’ to the submissively-inclined Evie just added that much more excitement and sensuality to having Laressa capture and bind Evie.
Now well into her run, Evie picked up her pace and enjoyed the first prickling of perspiration breaking through her skin and beading on her scalp and neck. She could feel the snug spandex of her white jogging bra dampening across her cleavage and between her shoulder blades, and could feel the back waistband of her black ultra-short running shorts (which were little more than spandex underwear) becoming moist from sweat trickling down her lower back.
Approaching a large garden, Evie took a sharp turn into a side gate. This dense foliage of the park was one of Laressa’s favorite places – and the usual location of their hunts. Tomorrow, Evie would enter through this same gate, and try to make her way to the far end and back without Laressa snaring her. Jogging through the park today would help her re-familiarize herself with the layout and get her head focused on the hunt.
As Evie made her way along one of the main paths, noting all the side paths and alternate routes, she had a sense that someone – or something – was watching her. As a trained agent, she was always in-tune to her environment – and so she knew she wasn’t the only one there.
A whisper of leaves to her right reinforced her suspicions. “That you, Lar?” Evie called out. “You here practicing? Or couldn’t you wait until tomorrow?”
Evie’s questions were met with an abrupt silence. Whoever was cloaked by the foliage had definitely heard Evie’s call, and had gone still, watching and waiting. To Evie, that somewhat confirmed it was Laressa laying in wait for her somewhere – most anyone else would have either shown themselves, or tried to slink away. ‘Laressa is patiently waiting,’ she thought.
“Alright, Laressa, game on!” Evie called out in a happy, sing-song tone. A side trail broke off the main path to her left, so Evie headed that way at a brisk pace.
While rounding a corner at a full run, a glint of light off a gossamer thread caught Evie’s eye. She instantly dropped and tucked her shoulder into a roll until she could catch her momentum. A silken strand caught at her loose hair as he rolled beneath it, and her shoe glanced off another, but neither made enough solid contact to snare her.
“Close, Lar, but not hidden enough!” Evie yelled in a brash taunt she knew she might later regret. Still, she was excited to have spotted and evaded the criss-cross of webbing spanning the path. To her right, another slight noise in the brush instantly went silent when she spoke.
Evie slowly stood and marveled at the intricate snare, noting some subtle changes in the pattern from Laressa’s usual techniques. “Trying something new, are you?” she yelled.
There of course was no response; Laressa wouldn’t be baited with a little taunting. So Evie continued on, taking a branch in the trail that would take her further from the main trail.
Only a couple dozen yards down the trail, Evie spotted another tangle of webbing crossing the path, this one a bit easier to see than the last. ‘Hmmh…’ Evie thought, studying the placement as she skirted the trap. ‘Not like Laressa to miss the…’
Evie’s thoughts were interrupted as her bare shoulder and knee were tugged by something soft but unyielding. She looked down in dismay to see fine gossamer threads stretched taut by her shoulder, and more clinging to her knee, calf and thigh. “Oh, crap on a cracker,” she muttered.
At the same time, Evie heard skittering sounds in the brush many yards away.
Years ago, Evie might have panicked and began tugging or thrashing to get herself free – which would have inevitably caused her to become more and more tangled in the webbing. Instead, she calmly used her thumb and forefinger to pluck the strands away from her skin at a right angle, avoiding contact with the rest of the trap. Within seconds, she was free, and cautiously circled the secondary trap, now much more on guard for additional webs.
“That was a clever one!” Evie called over her shoulder, moving away quickly. “You almost had me that time, Laressa!”
The instant Evie shouted Laressa’s name, the movement in the foliage stopped. There was a long pause of silence and Evie became more aware of her own noise. ‘I need to get back on a quieter path,’ she thought, and angled back toward the main route through the garden.
Somewhere behind her, Evie heard the rustle of brush start up again, and knew that she was being actively pursued. She really needed to get back to that main path to put some distance between them! Still watching for snares, she moved as quickly as she could.
Once on the main path, Evie broke into a sprint. She needed to get to the other end of the garden before she could think about plotting a path back to the entrance. It was unusual for Laressa to place many snares so aggressively; she was usually much more subtle than that.
On a downhill section of the path, just as she was picking up speed, Evie spotted a single thick band of silk crossing the path at mid-shin level, well-hidden in shadow. Without breaking stride, she launched herself over the trip-wire…and too late, saw the second, much thinner band at mid-thigh level.
Evie kicked up with her lead foot, barely clearing the strand of webbing, but the desperate leap meant that her trailing thigh impacted the strand directly. All she could hope would be that her momentum would snap the strand and carry her through it.
Strangely, instead of breaking, the anchors of the strand easily yielded, and the sticky thread moved with her – dragging a broad net of silken fibers along with it. So as Evie stumbled and sprawled headfirst into the dirt, the intricate webbing landed atop her. And as she tucked and rolled to absorb the impact, the netting wrapped and clung to her.
“Aww, fork!” Evie cursed in dismay, already knowing this was more webbing than she’d be able to remove before her pursuer arrived. Indeed, she could hear the rustling in the foliage approaching slowly, as if the pursuer was confident but cautious of a counter-attack.
Unfortunately for Evie, she had no means to counter anything – her pursuer was about to become her captor. But though she knew she was hopelessly entangled in sticky webbing, she still struggled and strained to at least get an arm or a leg free. Her skin, already slick with perspiration from the run and now matted with dust, was pinched tight by clingy fibers.
She had landed face down on the ground with her forearms tucked under her, protecting her chest and face from impact – but her upper arms were stuck tightly to her sides. Similarly, her lower legs were free and splayed at angles, but her thighs were restrained from knee to hip. Though her curvy body was barely covered with her jogging gear, she couldn’t imagine she looked very sexy crumpled in a heap on the path, partially wound in silk with her ass in the air.
“That was a new one, Laressa!” Evie called out. “I didn’t see that coming, you got me!”
Her captor had stopped moving, still cloaked in the foliage beyond her feet, as if watching and waiting. “Well, what are you waiting for, Laressa?” Evie laughed. “You win…come claim your prize.” Evie worked herself over onto her back so she could watch Laressa approach. Before her captor revealed herself, though, a small net of webbing flew out of the brush.
Even if she had enough time to react, Evie wouldn’t have been able to move out of its way. It spread as it flew toward her, expanding to cover her face from chin to brows and wrapping around her head. Reflexively Evie had shut her eyes, and there were just enough strands over them to keep her from opening them again. And though her nose was clear, her mouth was criss-crossed ear to ear, clenching her jaw shut. “Mmmmhh!” was all she could manage.
Evie heard her captor finally emerging from the brush, standing over her, and walking around her, surveying her prone helpless form. She felt firm hands at her chin, lifting her face and turning it side to side as if her captor was admiring their handiwork – or inspecting its security.
While her head was lifted off the ground, Evie felt an additional layer of soft silk laid over her eyes and then carefully wrapped around her head, once, twice, three times. The process was repeated over her mouth, wrapping all the way around her head in a very snug fit.
Evie felt a hand grasping her upper arm, and then with an abrupt shove, she was rolled onto her front side. Her hip and her breasts absorbed most of the impact, but she landed hard enough to bounce her chin in the dirt with a grunt. ‘Laressa must be in a foul mood,’ Evie thought, trying to catch her breath. ‘Guess I shouldn’t have taunted her so much.’
Hands dragged Evie’s wrists behind her and brought them together in the small of her back, where they were encircled with broad strands of silken material. The webbing around her upper arms and shoulders had enough give that her elbows were drawn back as well, not quite touching, but enough to tighten her shoulders and push her chest into the dirt. The straining of the webbing added more tension to stretched muscles, but helped hold them securely in place.
Many captives in this situation might have been disconcerted to realize that while there were two hands holding them firmly, other touches could be felt as something else was wrapping the gauze-like material around them. Evie, however, was well aware of the nature of a spideress. She knew of their multiple segmented arms and the ability to release silk. She knew that while to most appearances they seemed human – but that they were also much MORE than human.
Evie heard a tearing sound at the same time as she felt a tugging on her chest, and then the fabric of her jogging bra slid out from under her, leaving her bare breasts pressed into the dusty path, nipples in the dirt. More tearing and tugging on her hips, and her running shorts were torn away as well. This was not a big surprise either; she knew Laressa preferred captives naked!
After Evie’s running shoes were removed, her ankles were brought together and also bound with the gossamer strips. More segments were wrapped around her knees and upper thighs, leaving her quite immobilized, unable to do more than squirm or try to writhe and inch over the ground.
All that was left at this point – Evie knew from experience – was for her to be completely wrapped and encased in silken material. Laressa often liked to start with her head and face, carefully placing the strands to ensure Evie could breathe, until – as she often did – Laressa wanted to tease and torment her captive, controlling her airflow with some intense breath play.
This time, however, Evie’s feet were wrapped first, across her arches and soles first, leaving her toes to flex and wiggle for a moment before they, too, were wrapped up. ‘Laressa’s really in a mood,’ Evie thought again, as she felt the gauzy silk compressing her flesh much more tightly than usual. All the way up her legs, over her hips and up to her abdomen the bands squeezed and shaped her curves, her supple flesh easily molded to her captor’s desires.
In a new technique, Evie felt a tight additional band encircling her upper thighs just below her buttocks, rigidly constricting her inner thighs and tucking her sex tightly away between them and out of reach. Her breasts received a similar treatment; once they’d been criss-crossed, encircled and covered, they were tightly banded into a pleasing rounded shape and hidden from view.
As the silk covered her face and smothered her ears, Evie heard a voice whispering above her. The distortion of the layers made the voice seem unfamiliar, and the words were quite confusing to Evie: “Sleep now, my delightful prey…there is much to be decided of this dilemma you pose to me…and many plans to be made before I can indulge in your bounty.”
Evie had no time to think much of it, however, before drifting off to a deep, dreamless sleep.
~~~to be continued!~~~
This sexy kinky fun times image is by my awesome loyal friend and longtime collaborator MenchiMenagerie to go with the story I wrote for his birthday. That’s right, I wrote a gift story for him, and he did MORE artwork to go with it…just the kind of guy he is! Please go give MenchiMenagerie a visit over on his page and show him some love! He’s definitely worthy of your kinky fun times commission budget.
Here’s a great example of one of our projects together: Testing, Just Encase
He’s a lot of fun to work with and his commission rates are very reasonable. Please go check out his DA page, give him some positive reinforcement, and consider working with him!
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