Posted by vorgous on July 22, 2005 at 17:22:53:
A politically incorrect story with a jungle motif. Meant, of course, to be a fantasy and unrelated to any reality. (This may be a double posting), but I'm not sure I pressed the right button earlier.
Verna -- Spiders Can Be A Girl's Best Friends.
Arfyut was doomed. She knew that escape was impossible, and that her once muscular and full proud body would soon be carrion. She had tried to pry herself from the webbing, but could not. It held her naked flesh fast to it. And the spider venom also had done its work, poisoning and immobilizing her. Yet, though physically she was numbed, psychologically she still could feel the pain that had been inflicted and was being inflicted. She could do nothing to escape her agonizing and shameful death.
And all about the naked nubian were her dead tribesmen. The only human gone was the white bitch they had failed to capture – that Arfyut had failed to defeat.
How long had it been? Arfyut did not know. It had not been long, yet Arfyut felt she had been ensnared in the spider's webbing for an eternity -- her struggles against it useless.
Arfyut was suspended at a 45-degree angle, her flesh stuck to the webbing as if enmeshed in a sticky hammock of thick netting. She had landed in it with her arms outstretched and her legs spread apart – and so they remained. She could see parts of her surroundings. Although trapped within a cave, light filtered through cracks in the ceiling and from the nearby entrance.
Arfyut's tribemates were dead. Wedstrup lay on his back, and sprawled over the top of a large boulder. Tuhnpith lay face down on the hard, rough ground. Hinghup sat against the wall of the cave. All three were carrion just as Arfyut would soon be. And, the white woman stranger, dressed in layers of khaki clothing, who had been their intended prey -- she was gone.
Arfyut could feel the spiders. There were two tarantulas on her -- two large hairy tarantulas, with bodies the size of a person's fist and hairy legs nearly as thick and long as a man's middle finger. One was on her crotch, probing and digging into her cunt with a rough hairy leg. The other spider was climbing up her naked torso, slowly approaching her breasts.
How had she and her tribesmen failed? Four warriors against the one pale stranger. Her tribemates were now dead -- just as she was about to die a death of shame. The sun had not moved much in the sky since the white woman had been spotted by Wedstrup.
The four nubians had been on a hunting party some 50 yards from the cave when Wedstrup had seen the white woman stumbling through the jungle. She would make fine prey for the hunters, and Hinghup prepared to throw a spear. Just as Hinghup was about to let loose the spear, somehow the woman had sensed their presence and had turned and run. The warriors chased her. The white stranger would have been a fine delicacy for the tribe -- a rare capture. The chief would have been so happy.
So Arfyut and her tribesmen had given chase. They had run swiftly, the men's tigerskin loincloths seemingly floating in the air as their otherwise naked, muscular bodies gave pursuit. Hinghup had dropped the spear in order to run faster. Arfyut, attired in a simple animal-skin one-piece wrap-around garment, that ran from mid-thigh to the middle of her ample breasts giving full effect to her legs and cleavage, ran with them. All four nubians felt the hot blood lust rising within their very loins.
As Arfyut recalled the events that now damned her, she sensed the punishing agony within her nether region. Still probing with its thick leg in her cunt, the first spider's fangs also had entered her moist insides and had begun to feast upon her there. The second spider had reached her naked breasts. Arfyut had no idea how long she would last. She envied her tribemates. Their pain was over.
Arfyut looked looked over and saw Wedstrup. He lay fully exposed on his back sprawled atop and over a large boulder.
Then she sensed some movement within the cave. There was another tarantula -- this one crawling towards and then on Hinghup. Hinghup sat on the ground against the cave's wall. His head rested on his chest, his dead eyes wide open and facing down as if staring at his naked crotch and his still hard and erect penis.
Arfyut saw the giant spider climb up Hinghup's leg towards his groin. There, the spider grabbed hold of the erect penis with a long hairy front leg, wrapping the leg about the base of the member. Then it sunk its fangs into the penis and began to feast.
The white woman had run fast in her effort to escape. And, by happenstance, had found this cave. She ran into it. Arfyut and the others followed her inside. The cave was small and the white woman almost immediately was inside this spider lair with no other way out.
Arfyut had been so sure that the capture now would be easy.
Now, though, Arfyut was the captive. She repeatedly tried to thrust her crotch about in an effort to dislodge the spider. She could not. She could feel (or believed she could feel) the spider probing and feeding on her moist innards.
The four ebony natives had followed the white woman into the spider's lair. The white woman, it turned out was not weaponless. Ready to make her stand, she faced the natives, her back to the massive spider webbing at the rear of the cave. In one hand she held a machete; in the other she had a hunting knife.
As Arfyut and her companions blocked the woman from leaving the cave, the woman had begun waving the machete and knife. Only a coordinated attack would work. Arfyut had marveled at the sharp and shiny metal weapons. They would be fine prizes.
But they would not be Arfyut's prizes. Arfyut again noticed poor Hinghup and the spider that had settled on his groin feasting. Her own pelvic thrusts had failed to dislodge the spider slowly eating at her privates. Then she sensed more movement. Entering the chamber were several jackals. They sniffed about, then one went towards Turnpith, who lay face down on the cold hard floor of the cave in a pool of his own sticky blood. One jackal cautiously sniffed the dead naked native, then began to feast. Another jackal had gone towards Hinghup and sniffed about his body. Then, that one joined the tarantula in working on his remains.
Two others went over to the sprawled Wedstrup. One jumped upon his chest, the other remained on the cave's floor as they started to feast.
It was not long ago that, surrounding the white woman, Hinghup had been able to come up behind her while the others had distracted her. Hinghup then was able to grab the woman from behind, pressing his sweaty flesh against her khaki clothing, and restrain the woman with his powerful arms and hands. Quickly, the other warriors also grabbed the women's arms and took her weapons, tossing them aside.
It was then that Arfyut had demanded the honor to defeat the woman in combat. Her three tribesmen had agreed to allow Arfyut to fight the white she-devil in combat. If only Arfyut had not insisted on such foolish vanity.
Arfyut had believed it would be easy to defeat the white interloper. Arfyut ripped away her own garment to reveal her strong, muscular body. Let her opponent be hampered by layers of cloth, Arfyut would be free of such constraints. Her loins became hot and moist with the blood lust as she charged the white woman.
That was then, now Arfyut's loins were being violated and chewed on by the tarantula. Meanwhile, the other spider had left her breasts and was making its way towards her face.
Arfyut had been certain that she would be victorious as she hurled her glistening, sweaty body into the white bitch. But rather than striking her target, Arfyut missed. Somehow the pale one had moved, and Arfyut, unable to stop her own momentum, landed hard on the hard, pebbly ground. With catlike reflexes, she quickly tried to regain her balance, but just before she was able to stand, she received a crushing blow. Her opponent kicked Arfyut's head hard with a booted foot. The nubian fell upon her back. Then the white woman jumped upon the naked nubian. The both fought valiantly, close enough to smell each other's hot breath. Arfyut's efforts to stratch and bite the white woman failed, protected as she was by her clothing. Unprotected, Arfyut's skin clearly suffered more bruising, both from the white woman's poundings and from the rough cave floor. The two women rolled about the dusty, rocky hard floor to the fixated interest of the other warriors -- an interest apparent by the bulging under their loincloths.
Arfyut had desperately tried to get out from under the white woman. At one point, when almost free, the white woman had pulled her back, twisting the naked nubian so that she was face down. The white bitch had pressed down hard on Arfyut, crushing her breasts against the rough ground, then moving her body such that the nubian's naked flesh scraped hard against the hard cave floor.
That agony though was less than what she now endured. The spider had reached Arfyut's helpless face, one hairy leg entered her mouth, another reached reached into an eye. Though all but physically paralyzed Arfyut “felt” excruciating pain, her body nothing more than food for vermin.
Wedstrup had put an end to the battle Arfyut was losing. While the white woman had grabbed Arfyut's legs and was dragging her face down across the hard cave floor, Westrup grabbed the white woman and pulled her away from Arfyut. Arfyut was angry, even though she was clearly being defeated. How dare her tribesman humiliate her during battle. She had screamed at Wedstrup. Hinghup intervened to stop her. Without thinking and angry, Arfyut dug her fingernails into Hinghup's throat, literally tearing into his naked skin and tearing through an artery. Blood spurted from his neck. More blood spurted. Hinghup staggered backwards till he came to a wall; then he slumped to the ground into a final sitting position, head flopped against his chest, eyes wide open, staring down.
Tuhnpith was outraged at what Arfyut had done. The warrior came behind Arfyut and clasped her in a bear hug. Arfyut could feel his heat. She could also feel his hardened member against her ass. Tuhnpith grunted loudly crushing Arfyut against him. But for his loincloth their flesh was pressed one on one. Then Tuhnpith spun the warrioress around and threw her into the air.
Arfyut's body now was where she had landed, trapped in the webbing of mammoth spiders that were now devouring her flesh. One probing the wetness within her cunt, the other eating away at her face. With Arfyut helpless to end her torment.
The first thing Arfyut had seen after landing in the web, naked and arms flung out and legs spread apart was the demise of Tuhnpith. Arfyut was not angry at Tuhnpith; she had deserved punishment for killing Hinghup. Arfyut, however, foolishly failed to warn her tribesman of his own doom. Diverted from having to defend herself, the white woman had quickly grabbed her machete. When Tuhnpith had turned from Arfyut in disgust he was met with a lot whoosh. Astonished, the black warrior looked down and saw that just above his loincloth, stretched out from his erect member, his abdomen had been sliced wide open by a single swing of the machete. He tried with his hands to keep his gutted stomach closed to prevent his intestines from falling out. He stood there for a moment teetering about -- then overcome by his mortal injuries he fell face forward onto the hard cave floor. A pool of blood spread out from under him as the warrior's body twitched for several more minutes.
Wedstrup had reacted as well. He saw the white woman's knife on the ground and bent down to pick it up. When he had grabbed it he stood up and turned to see twhere the white woman was. Unfortunately for him, after having dispatched Tuhnpith, the woman had moved, and reaching down to her boot had pulled out another knife from a sheath strapped under her pants leg. Then with unerring accuracy she had thrown the knife, which struck the native squarely and deeply in his lower back.
As Wedstrup stood, his life force leaving him, the white woman had come up behind him, pulled the knife out of his back and in a quick movement brought the knife around to the native;s front, slitting his throat.
Wedstrup dropped the knife he was holding and fell backwards against the white woman -- a dead weight of ebony flesh. For a moment she supported his nearly-naked body, her hands gripping and rubbing his muscular torso. Then she let him fall. He fell backwards and landed sprawled over a large boulder, his loincloth still bulging from the unsatisfied erection under it.
As Arfyut recalled the events leading to her doom, the tarantulas on her were joined by several others. They crawled over and probed her naked body from all sides and then pierced and bit into her unprotected flesh, slowly eating he innards, claiming her as victim.
After letting Wedstrup fall, the white woman approached Arfyut. Arfyut saw the white woman stare at her, as if considering whether to kill Arfyut or help Arfyut. The white woman then said something in a tongue unfamiliar to Arfut, “Know the name of the woman who defeated you. That name is Verna.” Then the white woman turned and walked to each of the vanquished male warriors. Without upsetting their positions, she used her knife to cut the straps securing their loincloths. Then she stripped the corpses of their loincloths leaving the dead nubians wholly exposed. She then used the loincloths to clean her machete and knife.
After cleaning her weapons, she again walked over to Wedstrup, who lay sprawled over the boulder, his still erect member jutting upwards thick and long. As Arfyut watched, the white woman smiled and then grasped the penis in her right hand. She squeezed it hard and then lifted it a few inches upwards along with Wedstrup's body. Then the white women lowered the body down and, still grasping the penis, she twisted it, turning it until Arfyut thought she heard a crack. Then the woman let go and Wedstrup's member flopped over to one side . . . still engorged, but no longer erect.
The white woman returned to face Arfyut. She spat twice upon Arfyut, said something else in her strange language, and then left the cave.
Tarantuals crawled over Arfyut's flesh. The spider venom had done its work. She could no longer control her body. Her naked body jerked involuntarily now and then as spiders bit into this nerve or that nerve. Then, out of the corner of her one remaining eye (the other having been devoured by a spider) she saw the jackals turn towards and begin to approach her, their fiendish-looking mouths open displaying sharp teeth and with strands of drool dripping from them.