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The Spiders Taint (ChocolateStrawberry & I)

Arachnianna approached Ken after school on Friday. "I was wondering if you wanted to come over to discuss your college essays? I can make dinner if it gets too late," she said. Strength flowed through her and she was sure that she would have the ability to handle one untrained boy.

Placing a hand on Ken's shoulder, she added, "I went over your last essays, and I have a few suggestions. If you want to get in a good college, we'll need to work on them." She gave him her brightests, 'I'm harmless' smile. She had the house set up, already. Hopefully, by Monday, he would be hers and his pure lineage would die out.
 
Ken was glad to hear that he was going to get to hang out with Ms. Timble. To him, she was probably the most trustworthy person out there. She didn't even have an evil bone in her body and that was good concidering all the stuff he has to put up with in his head. "Okay then," he replied with a smile of his own. "I'll be down there in a bit." He left school then to go home and change into some casual clothes and clean himself up a bit. After which, he took a bus over to his teachers house.

But just as he reached the door, a light shudder came over him. It felt just like the time when he was with Ms. Timble in the hospital but it was so much stronger here than anywhere else. He was almost hesitant to knock, but if he chose to run away, his worst fears might be realized. Ken tried to calm down. He took a deep breath and relaxed. "It's just a house visit," he thought to himself. And with that thought in mind, he knocked on the door.
 
Arachnianna answered the door. She had carefully clad her body in a more modern version of the dress she wore the first time she met Tryek. The gray silk clung to her curves and she updated it so that it would be short and fall above her knees. She left her hair down, so that it curled around her face and tousled lightly to draw the eye to her cleavage. Tonight she planned on stopping Ken, of making sure that his pure lineage was over.

"Ken, come inside. I was just about to start dinner," she said. "I hope you're hungry." She had to keep him well-fed so that he had the energy to last the night. In her kitchen, she had started the preperation of a chicken dinner. It was one of the few meats she could eat.

She stepped aside so he could enter. She had recently come across a saying that seemed so perfect for now. Welcome to my parlor said the spider to the fly.
 
When Ken saw Ms. Tingle, he was stunned by her appearance. No longer did she look like the plain and boring looking teacher that he had come to know. No, this time, she looked exotic, sexy, the kind of teacher a student wouldn't mind having an ilicit relationship with. He didn't know why she chose to dress the way she did on this day, but it was enough to put the sense of danger out of his head for the time being. When she mentioned dinner, his nose twitched, a sign that he was smelling what she had planned on making. It was chicken dressed in lemon and spices, one of his favorite meals. He hoped there would be plenty so that he could possible take some home for a midnight snack.

In the meantime though, Ken stepped inside the house and the door closed behind him. It made one of those odd closing sounds that made it seem that it wouldn't be opening again for quite awhile. The young man thought nothing of it at the time as he was more concerned about filling his belly with food. "I can smell it from here," he replied with a half smile as he gazed around his teachers home. To Ken, something seemed a little off about it. Normally, Ms. Timble kept her home clean and well organized. But today, there seemed to be alot more cobwebs than usual. Perhaps she simply forgot to clean or was busy with the dinner.
 
Arachnianna led the way to the kitchen. She noticed him looking around the house, but was sure she had pretty much kept up the teacher's charade. Well, there were a few more spiders, but she didn't have the heart to destroy her mini-brethren. She was sure they would like to watch her destroy the one who had ruined her life.

The kitchen smelled of the cooking chicken. It masked the scent of the sleeping pills she had placed in the seasonings. It was too weak to cause her any harm, but it should make him sleepy enough so she could over power him.

"Would you set the table? I think the good plates are in the cabnit in the other room," she said. "I want this to be a night to remember."
 
Ken peeked in the kitchen just enough to see the light puffs of smoke coming from the oven where the chicken was broiling. He could have taken it out right now and chowed down, but he heeded Ms. Timble's request to set the table. He nodded and walked over to the cabinet that had all the dishes and silverware. The cupboard creaked opened and soon, his hands were fiddling around with the plates and the utensils and such. But then something caught his eye and he felt something tingly on his hand. it was a rather large spider that spooked him so much, he jerked his hand back, knocking a plate down and breaking it into pieces.

"Oh damn," Ken muttered to himself as he looked down at the broken plate. He hoped Ms. Timble wouldn't be too mad at him. Maybe if he explained that he got spooked by a spider, she would forgive him.
 
Hearing the plate break, Arachnianna walked over to Ken. "What was that," she asked. When she saw the spider, she laughed. "Aw, did this little thing scare you? He's harmless," she said and picked the spider up.

It was big, but fairly harmless to humans. She petted the spider's hairy back and put it back up on the top of the cupboard. "It's just a little spider, Ken. come on, grab a new plate and let's eat." She walked away, mentally signalng her small brethren to stay away from Ken. They were curious about him, but they needed to remain out of sight. After tonight, they could come out of hiding.

She went back to plating the chicken. Her revenge was almost at hand. If only the spiders would keep to their part.
 
When Ms. Timble approached, Ken was sure to see his teacher freak out at the sight of the rather large spider in her cupboard and then chew him out about it later. Instead, something happened that was very unexpected. Rather than shriek like a schoolgirl and order him to kill it, she took it in her hand and even went as far at to pet the thing before gently setting it atop the cupboard. He gave her a look of disbelief as she walked away and began to wonder if something had changed inside of her since she went to the hospital. In fact, a lot of weird things have been happening since that incident and he now began to harbor some pretty serious accusations about his teacher.

But even though he was suspicious, Ken had his doubts. After all, this was Ms. Timble, the sweet, innocent and especially ordinary teacher who he had known for years. It was impossible for her to be the bearer of any wrong doing. There was only one way for him to confirm it. He had to question her about. Only then, would his suspicions be confirmed. The young man walked then into the living room and sat down at the table where the chicken was set out. It looked delicious and temporarily distracted him from the task at hand.

As soon as everything was ready, he began to eat.

The chicken was suprisingly good. It had a nice lemony flavor to it and there was something he couldn't put his finger on, but she must have added something else that gave it a sweet taste to it. It made him smile as he consumed it, but only temporarily. Upon setting the chicken down, Ken let out a soft sigh and began to talk to Ms. Timble. "Have you been feeling okay lately?" he asked. "You've been acting a bit different since you left the hospital."
 
Arachnianna looked surprised. "Have I," she said. Thinking it over, she realized that she probably was. Anna Timble was a quiet mousy woman who was scared of spiders and shy around men. Arachnianna was her opposit. She must not have been doing as good a job as she assumed in keeping herself a secret.

"The doctor did say that I might experience some changes," she said. "The seizure could have produced a chemical imbalance. I really hadn't noticed, Ken. Have I really changed all that much?"

The excuse wasn't that far off base. She had heard it on some show on the tv the night before. It sounded like something she could use. Taking a sip from her drink, she watched him for any signs that the drugs were working. She didn't like that he had noticed a huge difference in her.
 
Ken studied Ms. Timble's words carefully and thought that perhaps she was right. It wasn't uncommon for people to have a chemical imbalance after experiencing a seizure. Still though, a change that was this radical was uncommon and he still had a bit of doubt. "I dunno," he replied in a casual tone. "Maybe I'm just imagining things." After that, the young man said nothing more and continued to eat. After awhile, everything was finished and Ken leaned back in his chair, full as a pig. "Man, that was a great meal, Ms. Timble. I'm so...full..."

This pause was followed by a couple of loud yawns from the mouth of the young man. Ken was suddenly feeling a bit tired and he couldn't explain it. He knew some foods had chemicals in them that would make people drowsy, but he was feeling more than that. His vision began to get a little blurry and he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. "Oh man," he mumbled out loud. "I think I need...a little...nap..." After those words were uttered from his mouth, the young man's eyes closed and he fell fast asleep.
 
Arachnianna smiled as the boy put his head down. Once he was asleep, she hauled him up the stairs to her bed. While he was still drugged, she stripped him down and tied him up. She would have to rely on conventional ties instead of her webbing. Once she gathered enough of his semen to make her webbing, she could improve on it. that would come with time.

After he was tied, she sat down and waited for him to wake up. Her revenge was at hand. He would nurish her, revitalize her, and she would bring the bloodline of Tryek crashing down. It was a glorious day.
 
Though he slept soundly as he was stripped and bound to Ms. Timbles bed, Ken's mind was a flood of nightmares that seemed to have no end. He was once again at the mercy of the monsters, their forms clawing and biting at his flesh and though he screamed, no sound came out. There was only the evil cackling of the monsters as he suffered. Then, inexplicably, they all dissapeared save for one. It was the arachne that he saw before. But unlike the other monsters, she made no attempt to attack or maim him in any way. Instead, she hovered over him, her face twisted with a look of pleasure and lust in her eyes. It creeped the young man out quite a bit, but since he was unable to move or run away or even speak, he was helpless to do anything. She moved in closer and closer until suddenly, the dream ended and he was awake once more.

In his state of groginess, Ken attempted to move around, but found that he couldn't. His wrists and ankles were bound spread eagle to a bed and as he tugged at the bindings, he also found that he was stark naked. Sleepiness was replaced by panic and the young man began breathing heavily, wondering how he ended up in this situation. Then something caught his eye in front of him. There sitting before him was his teacher, Ms. Timble. "Ms. Timble," he said hesitantly. "What's going on? What happened?"
 
Arachnianna stood and walked over to Ken. "Actually, dear, Ms Timble is dead. Sorry to have to tell you that, but it's true. She didn't survive the...uh...'stroke'."

As she moved closer, she let more of her natural form show. She was still too weak to transform the human body, but her inner monster could be seen. "I am what's left, son of Tryek. For your ancestor's sins, you will pay!"

All along the walls, the spiders climbed out, eager to see their mistress deal with the mortal.
 
The words the now former Ms. Timble spoke to Ken filled him with dread. Was his teacher really dead? If so, who was this person that knew of his life and desires? It all seemed so supernatural, but what he saw next brought his worst fears to life. The closer she got, the more her true form began to take root. The young man finally realized his nightmares were made real. The visions, the killings, Ms. Timbles peculiar attitude after she was sent to the hospital, everything. It all came together perfectly.

Ken, feeling the weight of his situation, began to struggle in his binds, even as the spiders began to crawl about the room as if they were spectators to a slaughter. "What the hell are you talking about?" he said amidst his struggles. "I'm just a regular guy with aspirations of a better education and a somewhat bad taste in women. I don't know this Tryek or whatever else you are talking about!"
 
Arachnianna crawled up on the bed, leaning over him. She slowly traced a finger down his face. "You are the son of Tryek's line. Once, long ago, my kind and your kind lived in harmony. Then came the war. Many died and peace was a smoke dream. Your ancestor, Tryek, was a warrior. He was so brave and strong. He had killed many of my people before he stepped into my lair."

She bend down to kiss his neck and shoulders. "I captured him, rather easily to be honest. I couldn't kill him, though. He was so virile, so manly. When we mated, it was heaven." she looked up into his eyes and smiled. "I bet you never knew that. Your saintly ancestor and his monsterous enemy, mating every night. He told me he loved me and that he wanted to stay with me. He tricked me into releasing him."

Her lips moved lower over his chest. "To keep me in the dark, he didn't attack right away. He lived with freedom in my lair, coming to me freely to mate. When I showed him the eggs that would be our children, I thought he was happy. Then he skewered me with his sword and, as I lay helpless, destroyed all my eggs. My little children, all murdered."

She buried her head in his chest to hide the tears. "I told myself it was because he never wanted kids. I lied to myself as I lay between life and death for centuries. But, when I woke and found a new body, I found you. He left me and married some mortal woman, had her children and probably laughed about how easy it was to dupe the hideous monster."

When she looked up, she still had tears in her eyes, but her anger could be seen. "I've waited centuries for my revenge. If I can't have it on Tryek, then his own descendant will have to do."
 
The moment the fake Ms. Tingle crawled on the bed and hovered over him, Ken froze. He did not know her intentions, though he was fearful that she was going to consume him much like he saw in his nightmares. But when she became tender with him, tracing a finger down his face or placing sweet kisses long his upper torso, he became somewhat...confused. Then came the story about her torrid past. About the man she called his ancestor, Tryek and the war that broke out between her kind and his.

As she told her story, Ken found some of it to make great sense and explain alot about the things he had been experiencing lately. It explained the nightmares, the feeling of dread he felt when he was around Ms. Tingle and even the people that were killed in the process. Still, it did little to settle the growing anger and distain he had for this woman, even when she buried her face into his chest and wept for the betrayal brought upon her. But he was in no position to complain at this point. After all, he was bound to a bed and completley naked and vulnderable. If he said the wrong thing at the wrong time, she might snap and bite his head off if she didn't plan on doing so already.

"Listen," Ken started in a somewhat calm tone, trying to find a way to explain his disgust without provoking the woman. "I'm sorry that my ancestor was such a jerk and everything, but that doesn't explain why you killed a bunch of innocent people and took over the body of one of my closest friends. How do you think I feel now? I can't just sit by and let you get away with this you know..."
 
"Survival," she said. "I did that for survival. I had to live after I was awakened from my slumber. I would say I am sorry about your teacher, but I'm not. I needed a body and, well, she was perfect. She got me close to you. If it helps, she didn't suffer."

Arachnianna slid off him, trailing her fingers over his chest. "Your teacher had many happy memories of you. She thought very highly of you. If that brings you any comfort, I suggest you take it." She stepped back, slowly removing her dress. She treated him to a strip show as she took off her clothes until she was naked.

"You don't want me to kill more humans, Ken," she said, "then you'll have to sustain me."
 
Though the woman in Ms. Timble's body explained that she killed those people to sustain her life force, Ken still felt that it wasn't right. It pained him to think how they suffered as she drained them of their life. But then she explained how his teacher never suffered when she got her and that confused him. "So you mean to say that you didn't kill my teacher like you did the others?" he asked out of curiosity. Though she died, he did feel a little relief that she didn't suffer like the others did. He was also suprised by the fact that she retained the memories of Ms. Timble after her passing. He felt it to be a sign that there was still a part of her inside this woman who had taken over her body.

It was then that Ken was exposed to something he never thought he would see. It was the naked body of his teacher strewn out before him in all its glory. The young man never imagined that his teacher would have such a smoking body. He wondered what Ms. Timble would think of having her body revealed to him in such a manner. He imagined the embarrased look on her face and her arms trying to cover the exposed flesh from his sight. Though he was currently in this precarious situation, he found the image to be rather...cute.

Then the woman said something that made Ken cringe. He would have to be the one to sustain her now. Many thoughts went through the young man's head at that point. Was she going to kill him much like she did the doctors and the archeologists? Did she merely strip for him to give him one last fleeting moment of joy in his life? These thoughts led him to believe that he would be dead very soon. He laid back then, in a relaxed manner and looked up at the naked form of his teacher. "Fine. Go ahead and consume me then. But know this. This isn't your era anymore. If you break your promise, the people of this world have far more advanced technology and won't hesitate to use it to wipe you from the face of this world."
 
Arachnianna laughed. "Oh, little boy, you're not going to die. Not yet, anyway. I need you alive." She slowly started to kiss his legs, moving upward, inch by tiny inch.

She nuzzled against him. "Your teacher's death was quick. It happened when I took over her body. Believe me, she felt nothing. Just one breath alive, the next gone." She kissed the inside of his thigh and smiled. "Just be lucky I need you alive. I don't need to kill you to sustain myself. You have everything right here."
 
Ken was starting to get a little freaked out by this woman's mannerisms. His skin tingled as she placed tiny kisses up his leg and thigh and wondered if she really was going to kill him at all. In fact, it seemed like she was going to have her way with him sexually more than anything and almost as if by instinct, he began to try and move his leg away from her face a bit, a very difficult task for someone who was tied to a bed. "I knew I had bad taste in women, but this is rediculous," he muttered under his breath. If it brought her attention to him, he replied in turn, "I said I don't understand. You're going to have sex with me to sustain yourself? How is that supposed to work?"
 
She trailed on finger over his cock, lightly teasing him. She smiled, looking up at him. "The human body has more then just one kind of fluid," she said. "I don't just need blood to keep me going. You have one other fluid that is very precious to me." She kissed the tip, swirling her tongue over the head. She teased him, needing him to be aroused. The food she was looking for was still locked in his body.
 
Ken's train of thought was suddenly interupted by something pointy making its way up his manhood causing him to gasp and shriek. He looked down to see the woman teasing him with her tongue and telling him what she needed to sustain herself. At that moment, the young man knew what she was talking about and he began to struggle a bit more. It wasn't quite was he was expecting, her needing his semen to sustain herself. And though he didn't really want to become aroused, his body had other ideas as his cock began to stiffen under the treatment. "Okay, okay," he stuttered out between gasps of pleasure. "Just be gentle, alright. It's a little sensitive."

What Ken was talking about, of course was his manhood. Normally, he would have no problem if he ever masturbated or anything like that, but when another person was touching him the way this woman was, he would find himself in a ticklish situation.
 
She laughed, slowly licking his hardening cock. She swirled her tongue leisurely up his length, licking every inch of him. She felt a warm glow in her body, knowing that just feeding from him wouldn't keep her happy. After she got her nurishment, she would have to satisfy her body's urges.

In the back of her mind, she knew that Anna Timble admired Ken. She had felt that if he were older, she would have tried to date him. Some sense of moral kept the teacher from being with Ken, but Arachnianna didn't have that moral.
 
Ken still didn't quite understand how this woman was supposed to replenish herself by giving him a little bit of oral sex, but when it felt the way it did to him, he didn't seem to care at that point. For a time, he was lost in the waves of pleasure surging from his manhood all the way through his body. But he knew that this was Ms. Timble's body that this woman was using and it felt wrong to the point where he tried to resist it a bit. This is what kept him from becoming fully erect. What it didn't stop, however was the small bit of precum that oozed from the head of his cock.

Ken wanted to get his mind off the pleasure a bit, so he decided to question the woman using his teacher's body. He wanted to start off with her name. Clearly, she wasn't Ms. Timble. He could tell that much from the aura she was emitting even as she relished in the taste of his dick. A more important question though was why this arua had the shillouette of a spider. Was this possibly her true form he was seeing?
 
Arachnianna looked up from her casual teasing of his cock when he started asking her questions. Good heavens, he was trying too hard. Reaching over the bed, she grabbed her discarded panties and shoved them in his mouth. "You talk too much," she said. "Relax and enjoy. I'm not going to kill you. I need you alive. Just enjoy this. If you must, close your eyes and pretend I'm your teacher."

She went back between his legs, disappointed that he had lost some of his hardness while she had grabbed her panties. All that hard work and she had to fix this. Taking his cock in her mouth, she sucked hard, swirling her tongue along his length. She wanted him hard and ready. She needed him to cum in her mouth. She knew he somewhat enjoyed this. If only he could enjoy all of this.
 
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