artwork by MenchiMenagerie
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When Evie’s silken encasement was opened, her captor was NOT who she thought it was…uh oh!
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Check out part 1 here:
![Evie in 'Game of Webs' pt 1: The Hunt](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/1a247b2b-d5c4-4f43-be65-4d3daecd1fe7/dhl5ka2-af74078f-9014-403f-9441-9014d6d40d15.jpg/v1/fit/w_150,h_150,q_70,strp/evie_in__game_of_webs__pt_1__the_hunt_by_katied_life_dhl5ka2-150.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTIwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzFhMjQ3YjJiLWQ1YzQtNGY0My1iZTY1LTRkM2RhZWNkMWZlN1wvZGhsNWthMi1hZjc0MDc4Zi05MDE0LTQwM2YtOTQ0MS05MDE0ZDZkNDBkMTUuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEyMDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.UROMRumJmNhqbfmm466vuzT0CXEmYmVNUztaPJlcxyQ)
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There was no way for Evie to tell how long she was in that dreamless state; it was as if all her body’s functions had gone into a suspended state. She wasn’t hungry or thirsty; she didn’t have to relieve herself; she didn’t even feel tired or sore. In fact, she felt very awake and alive. But somehow she knew some time had passed since her capture. And she wasn’t in the garden.
She had a sense she was upright in her dark and silent encasement, but she could not feel any surface beneath her toes – it was as if she was suspended off the ground, but so evenly wrapped she could not feel a tension point from which she might be secured and hanging.
This was all something new, nothing that Laressa had ever done to her before. Still, it didn’t strike her as worrisome; after all, Laressa enjoyed surprising her and keeping her on edge.
It was startling, though, when she felt hands at the left side of her head. Fingertips danced over her wrappings, trying to find a loose end to undo. Once she felt a tug at the strands, though, Evie began to hear a smooth tearing sound, as if ripping off a piece of kitchen foil from a roll. The tugging progressed down the side of her head, neck, shoulders, and arm.
Before long, Evie realized her encasement was being cut away from her so that it could be removed in one large sheet. Soon, she thought, she’d be free and she could ask Laressa about the new techniques she’d employed…and make sure Laressa wasn’t cross with her.
The cutting stopped just at the side of Evie’s chest, just below her breast but above her elbow. The tugging on the wrap changed direction, pulling toward the front of her body, and soon Evie saw a glimmer of light on her left side. Soon she’d see Laressa’s smiling face…
…Except, to Evie’s shock, it wasn’t Laressa at all. Another flame-haired spideress, yes – but not the one Evie had grown to love and admire. This woman’s red hair was undercut on one side, the wavy hair on top flipped to the other side. Instead of Laressa’s customary red, this spideress wore an elegant green dress. And her eyes and expression held a menace and anger that Evie had never seen in Laressa, not even on her worst day.
“Who…who…are you?” Evie stammered. “Why…where is…”
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t start with ‘what are you,’ that tells me you’re familiar with spideresses, though I guessed that when you kept calling Laressa.” The woman glared at Evie, hatred in her eyes. “You know Laressa – who is she to you? A mistress perhaps? Are you some pet of hers?”
“I…uh…” Evie mumbled, still stunned. Something about the woman’s demeanor told her that saying anything of Laressa might put her friend and mistress in danger, so she remained still.
The woman scowled, narrowing her eyes. “Your silence says much, girl. You know Laressa – intimately, I’d bet. You think remaining silent protects her. I assure you, nothing is further from the truth; you’re making things much worse for her. Now speak,” she commanded.
“You’re lying,” Evie spat defiantly. “Laressa means something to you, too…so I’ll say nothing.”
“Stupid bimbo,” the woman sneered. She raised her segmented appendages with their fearsome tips and brought them close to Evie’s helpless body, tracing them around Evie’s cheekbones and jawline, and over her exposed breasts. Despite part of her wrapping being cut open, Evie’s arms were still bound behind her. Trying to shy away only exposed her vulnerable chest more.
“I could torture you to a painful end,” the intimidating woman warned, “and you’d eventually tell me everything I ask. What a waste. But rather than destroy this magnificent body of yours…”
The spideress paused to let her eyes roam pointedly over Evie’s bare flesh. “I’ll do worse to your mistress and make you watch. Now tell me what I want to know, and I’ll spare Laressa.” She leaned in menacingly. “I won’t lie, your fate is already sealed. But I promise to let Laressa live.”
Evie swallowed hard. She’d encountered enough villains, endured enough torture to know to take this woman seriously. She didn’t see an immediate way out. But perhaps, with time, she would. Cooperation didn’t necessarily mean capitulation, if a means to an end. Evie nodded.
“Smart girl,” the woman sneered. “Now, instead of spending our time together torturing you, I can indulge in other delights with your body…until it’s time to reunite you with your mistress.”
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Just after midday Friday, Laressa made her way into the main entrance of the garden. In a few hours’ time, Evie would arrive for their hunt, and Laressa wanted to be well prepared. She had been looking forward to their time alone – regardless of the outcome, she and Evie would spend the weekend together. But the outcome would set the tone for who would spend it ‘on top.’
And there was NO way Laressa wanted to allow Evie to ‘top’ her! Laressa knew she must win.
Making her way to the depths of the garden along the main path, Laressa was shocked to see a silken gray bundle hanging from a tree branch, a few feet off the ground. The shape of the bundle suggested it was a woman wrapped inside; the wriggles and moans confirmed it.
‘Evie?’ Laressa thought, stunned. ‘What is happening here?’ Laressa hung back for a moment, extending her senses to identify any threat or trap – but there was nothing. No snares, no other creatures, nothing other than the dangling wrapped woman.
Cautiously, Laress approached her. The bound woman squealed and wriggled when Laressa touched her, despite Laressa’s softly spoken words. ‘Easy, Evie, I’ve got you…you’re safe…”
But it wasn’t Evie’s face that Laressa uncovered when she removed the wrapping. Underneath a white cloth blindfold, brown eyes set in the dusky olive skin of a Latina girl peered up at her. Laressa recognized the blindfold as the torn remains of Evie’s favorite white jogging bra.
Removing the girl’s yellow bandana gag amid plaintive whimpers, Laressa found Evie’s lycra jogging shorts in the girl’s mouth. And tucked inside the shorts was a note, the ink of which somehow survived the girl’s profuse drooling. Laressa left the bound woman laying on the ground while she hurriedly scanned the familiar script on the note:
Laressa-
I’d heard rumors your hunting grounds were around here, and lucky for me, rumors were true. If you wish to see your little blonde pet again, you’ll surrender to me – you know where. Come alone, and we’ll make a trade. There’s a price to be paid for what you did to me, and it’s your choice who pays it – you, or your bimbo. Hurry, though, I’m not sure how much longer I can make the blonde last…she’s just too delicious for me to resist much longer.
Oh, by the way, do whatever you want with the Mexican girl, I have no further use for her.
-Ari
Laressa grimaced. She’d known this day would come someday – Ari wouldn’t remain imprisoned forever, no matter how heinous her crimes. Ari had sworn revenge for Laressa betraying her to the crown. Laressa hadn’t been too worried – she’d always been able to take care of herself. But those were the days before Laressa connected with any humans she actually cared about.
Now, her friend and ally and submissive pet was in danger, and it was her fault. Years ago, she wouldn’t have valued any of her pets enough to consider trading herself for them. Evie – and a few others – had changed that. Losing her wasn’t something Laressa could casually accept.
‘Dammit, Ari,’ she seethed. ‘I will make you pay tenfold for this…’
Laressa looked down at the wide-eyed Latina squirming on the ground below her, tears streaming down the pretty girl’s face. “Well, I might as well take you with me,” she murmured. Laressa tossed the girl over her shoulder. “I can’t very well leave you here like this.”
~~~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!
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