Sticky and Hot

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Naughty Nights and Kinky Tales Story #9

A spooky story of Alynnya Slatefire by KatieD

So, once again I had been sent out on a solo mission.  Lately I’ve started to wonder if my commander is setting me up for these spooky experiences.  Probably not, right?

Wow!  Aya, Elspeth, Evie, that’s amazing that you’d all volunteer to be my backup on my next mission!  And Prim, thanks for offering, but it looks like Tia isn’t so eager to join you.

Well, this assignment had me headed into Spiderwick Hollow.  With a name like that, what could possibly go wrong?

Yeah, Millie I should probably learn to not ask such things aloud.

So this time, I was sent to investigate some reports of people being accosted on the roads through the deepest, darkest, dampest, scariest, least traveled part of the forest.

Good point, Bree, I don’t know why people would choose to go there.  I’m sure they have their reasons.  I, of course, didn’t have a choice, I had to go in there.  It was my assignment.

Elspeth!  Don’t snort.  It WAS my assignment.  Stop rolling your eyes, Evie.  

So anyway, the people who were waylaid would come out of the forest alive, but dazed and with no specific memory of what happened.  The men would have a blank terrified look, as if they had been traumatized.  But the women would have this dreamy haze in their eyes and satisfied smiles, as if they had just had an…well, let’s just say they didn’t look traumatized, ok?

Yes, Bree, I’ll draw you a map afterward.  Wait, you all want maps?

Oh, thank you for the notepad and pencil, Laressa.

I had to use all my skills as a tracker–most of which I learned just from traveling with Elspeth–to try and determine where the victims were accosted.  The evidence led me down one side path, then down another, then down another, deeper into the thickening woods.  

If not for my woodsman skills I learned growing up in Frayhollow, or my academy survival skills training, I might be very alarmed to be so isolated in what was becoming a very creepy forest.  Moss was growing thicker, vines were clustering along the pathway, spider webs were getting larger, and the animal tracks were getting larger.  Those good citizens could have been waylaid by most anything out here.

I noticed fresh tracks from a woman’s boot leading down yet another side path.  I consulted my sketches from interviewing the victims, and the footprints matched the boots of the most recent unfortunate soul.  I was getting closer!  I couldn’t imagine what would lure this woman so deep into the woods.

Rounding a corner, I saw an abrupt change in the pattern of her footsteps.  I could see where a heel dug in, then a toe pivoted, and then her tracks set off at a sharp angle into the brush.  This is where it started!  Off the path, the canopy of trees made the forest floor nearly dark as night.

Her footprints became harder to follow through the tall ferns, and I had to stoop to see the tracks at all.  Elspeth had taught me to look for other evidence, like broken ferns and turned leaves.  The leaves were the most reliable, so I advanced slowly, watching at my feet for the next mark.

With my head down, I wandered straight into a spider web headfirst, and I felt a momentary panic as it clung to my hair.  I frantically tried to brush it off, cursing loudly.  But the super-sticky strands clung to my hands and forearms and pulled my hair over my eyes, making it all worse!

I became alarmed at how strong and clingy the strands gripping me were.  Then I became more agitated that there seemed to be even more of them than first appeared.  Alarm became full-on horror as the strands grew thicker, stronger, and began pulling my limbs in different directions!

Soon I became aware of a shadowy figure moving around me in the near-darkness.  The figure was hurriedly anchoring clustered strands–that had now become like steel cables–to the trees around me, quickly immobilizing me.  I called out to the figure, but no response came.

I tried to move my head around to follow the shadowy figure, but my head had become more and more stuck in the sticky webbing–and then, from behind me I felt strand after strand being laid over my eyes and wrapped about my head, until I was completely blindfolded.

Then I felt my pack being removed, then my sword, and then my jacket.  My boots and socks came off next, and then my trousers and panties were tugged over my hips and down my legs.  Evidently it was too much trouble to pull my tee shirt over my head, so it was sliced down the back and pulled from my body.

What, Laressa?  No, that is too much.  I can’t accept free tees–though I really do ruin so many.

Now I became aware of how cold and damp the air of the forest was, as the perspiration from my struggles cooled and condensed in beads on my naked flesh.  The only thing covering me were the sticky strands of webbing adhering to my skin.  

That must have been why the fibers of the webbing felt warm to the touch.  And as the creature began wrapping more and more around me, pulling and pinning my legs together and joining my wrists high above my head, I became warmer and warmer, snug in layers upon layers of silk.  

Before long, it was actually getting hot in all the wraps.  Very sticky and very hot.

Millie!  That was quite cheeky, for you.  But yes, I also was getting very sticky and hot.

Could you blame me?  I’d been stripped naked by some unknown creature in the middle of nowhere, strictly restrained and then tightly bundled up, while the whole time the most nimble fingers I’d ever felt danced across my naked skin and around my body?  And all while I was completely helpless and vulnerable to whatever it wanted to do to my most sensitive bits?

I am not getting flushed.  Look at all of you!  You’re the ones getting flushed!

I’m sorry, Aya.  Yes, I’ll try to calm myself.

After a while it all became so overwhelming.  My futile struggling slowed and I gave in to the hands roving over me, allowing myself to be moved and manipulated as the mysterious figure desired.  I could no longer hide that I was trembling–and it wasn’t in fear.

A firm command startled me, the voice coming from directly behind me.  “Be still, ranger.  This is what you get for intruding instead of minding your own business.”

The voice was feminine, soft, and sultry.  But the tone left no question that its owner was in control and expected compliance.  I’d heard that tone enough times for it to trigger an immediate response in me:  I felt a flush of arousal and compulsion to obey.

I gave a long, soft moan and trembled while I tried to squeeze my thighs together and clench my fingers and toes.  “What…what are you going to do to me?”

“Isn’t it clear, ranger?  I’m going to do anything…and everything…I want.”  It wasn’t said as a taunt, but as a matter of fact.

I moaned again.

The voice came again, this time with a more thoughtful tone.  “Your reactions puzzle me, ranger.  You’re clearly skilled and brave, yet you submit so quickly.  Your trembles and moans betray your arousal.  Being helpless and bound excites you, doesn’t it?”

“No..no, I…”  I struggled to form defiant words.  I failed.  “Yes…”

“So if I do this,” the voice said while a hand grazed over my silken-wrapped breasts, causing a tingle that made me gasp.  “You will desire to be touched like this everywhere.”

“Yes…”  I could feel other parts of me longing for the same sensation.

“And if I do this…”  A hand slipped under my chin and pulled my head back firmly against her shoulder.  “You will relax and give yourself to me.”

“Yessss….”  I hung limply in my wraps, nestled against her.

“Oh you are so much fun…like a marionette dangling by my strings.  I bet I could make you dance.  Do you like to dance, ranger?”  

“Yes.”  It was as if it was the only word I could remember.  It was the only one I needed.

“Would you beg me for more?”  Her hand slipped within the wraps that encircled my hips.  “Would you beg me to let you come?”

“Yessss…yes, please.”  Her fingers stroked at the wraps between my legs, and I groaned.

“I have been searching for one like you, ranger…none of the others would do.  If I let you come, would you call me mistress?  And would you come back for more?”

“Yesss…yes…mistress.”  I tried to wriggle my hips, try to press back against her fingers.

“Well then ranger, perhaps I won’t have to dispose of you after all.  In fact, I’m going to let you go…in the hopes that someday we will meet again.”

I groaned in frustration…surely she wouldn’t let me go yet, would she?

“And unlike my other visitors, I am not going to wipe your memory of your experience here.  No, I want you to remember this…I want you to long for this…for a very long time.”

Abruptly, her hands were gone, and I moaned loudly in despair.  “Noooooo…”

“I must leave you now, ranger.”  I felt the hilt of my own small blade pressed into my palm.  “You are free to go.  But do not come back here, you will not find me here.  Be patient.  I will find you.”

And just like that, she was gone.  As I cut myself free and pulled the wraps from my eyes, I found myself alone.  Sadly and quietly, I dressed and left the woods.  

When I returned to ranger headquarters, I told my commander that the creature responsible for harassing the locals had moved on.  It was, as far as I knew, the truth.  

For weeks, I kept checking for more incidents, but there were no more reports.  Truthfully, I was disappointed there weren’t any incidents, as it would have given me a reason to return.  And that’s my sticky and hot spooky story for you.

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