Wound in their web
My assignment was clear, I was to track and monitor three rather unique humanoid women and was warned that they could be dangerous, that I should keep my distance to study them, follow them, and then report back on my findings. I say humanoid because, to all appearances, they looked quite normal, rather attractive actually, one was brunette, one had platinum blonde hair, and the other had red hair. They were curvy, wearing short skirts and tank tops, and they were very chatty with each other as they moved through the outdoors and the pastures completely unaware of me or so I thought.
I tried to stay hidden, and at one point I worried they might have seen me, so I dropped back, it turned out that was my mistake. I lost track of them somehow and as I hurried to try to regain their track, I started to smell the most interesting scent. When I looked up, I saw them. They were there, and I had come far too close to them.
The three of them stood there in the late afternoon light like they’d been waiting for me the whole time, the one on the left had long wavy blonde hair, a soft blue tank top stretched tight across her chest, and a short floral skirt riding high on thick thighs. She tilted her head and gave me a sweet, almost shy smile while she kept one hand lightly in her hair. The middle one was pure platinum, long straight hair cascading over her shoulders, white ribbed crop top clinging to heavy curves, denim mini skirt sitting low on wide hips. She smiled wider, blue eyes half lidded and warm. The redhead on the right leaned in just a little, auburn waves framing a knowing expression, rust colored off shoulder top and soft green pleated skirt swaying as she shifted her weight.
Then that scent hit me again thicker now. It was sweet and floral like crushed wildflowers and warm skin and something deeper underneath that made the edges of the world go soft for me.
“There you are sweetie,” the platinum blonde murmured, voice low and honey smooth. “We were starting to wonder if you’d find us, we sensed you long ago.”
I felt the three tiny stings on me suddenly, two on my forearms, one higher near my bicep, and when I looked down I saw the fine, almost invisible threads already wrapping, glistening faintly in the sunlight. Silky... tightening... not painful, just... present... secure.
The redhead stepped closer first, circling slowly behind me her fingertips brushing my shoulder as she ed. “Don’t fight it,” she whispered near my right ear. “It’s stronger than it looks... and so much softer.”
The blonde in the floral skirt moved in front of me, still smiling that gentle, encouraging smile. She reached up and lightly touched the side of my face with the back of her fingers. “You’re already breathing slower darling can you feel it?”
I tried to lift my arms, but the threads held me firm, it was like steel wrapped in silk. The more I struggled and tested them, the more they seemed to settle against my skin, almost cradling me in place. The platinum one completed the circle, her voice ing the others in a soft, overlapping rhythm.
“Just listen...”
“Just breathe...”
“Just stay right here with us...”
They kept walking slow and steady around and around me. Their floral scent grew heavier with every , filling my head, making my eyelids heavier with each . Their voices never rose above a soothing murmur, sweet, patient, almost affectionate.
My knees felt a little less steady suddenly and my thoughts kept sliding sideways, catching on the rhythm of their footsteps and the soft drag of their skirts against the air.
The threads continued their quiet work, winding a little more with each circuit, binding my arms gently but completely to my sides.
And still they smiled, still they spoke...still they circled. Around... and around... and around...
“Um well Hello ladies. It’s nice to meet you out here. What are you doing?”
Their circle tightened and soft hands found me again, warm palms sliding over my shoulders, down my chest, and along my ribs. Fingers traced the lines of my encased arms where the silk already held them fast. The floral blonde leaned in first, her body brushing mine as her hands moved lower, stroking over my hips, down the outsides of my thighs, all the way to my ankles and back up again in long, unhurried sweeps.
“I’m Lila,” she whispered against my ear, voice light and sweet. “Just Lila.”
The redhead’s hands followed a different path, up the insides of my legs, slow and deliberate, then over my stomach, across the chest, up to the sides of my now sensitive neck. Her touch lingered, almost possessive as she seductively whispered...
“And I’m Maris,” she spoke, lips close enough that I felt the warmth of her breath. “You’re already softening for us... can you feel it?”
The platinum blonde stepped in last, pressing lightly against my front as her hands ed the others. She stroked my face, my throat, the sensitive skin just under my jaw, then dragged her palms slowly down my body in a long, continuous caresses that made it harder to keep my eyes focused.
“Sera,” she said simply, smiling that same soft, knowing smile. “We’ve been waiting.”
Then I looked down to see the silk was no longer just threads. It was spreading layer after layer of fine glistening webbing that was unfurling from their fingertips and from the air around them, wrapping higher and thicker. My arms were already sealed against my sides, the webbing climbing my chest, crossing my stomach, and spiraling down my legs. Every new layer pulsed once as it settled, warm, living, gently squeezing me then relaxing leaving a deep liquid pleasure in its wake.
It made my head swim and the floral scent was everywhere, thick and sweet and impossible to escape. I tried to fight it, tried to keep my eyes open, to force my mind to stay sharp. But every pulse of the cocoon sent another wave of heavy, melting relaxation through me, and their hands never stopped moving, stroking, smoothing, encouraging the silk to settle tighter and tighter around my helpless body.
Lila’s soft voice near my left ear, “That’s it... don’t fight so hard.”
Maris’s lower, richer tone on my right, “Feel how good it is to let go...”
Sera’s calm, steady murmur right in front of me, “Just sink. We’re right here.”
The cocoon climbed higher around me and it sealed around my hips, my waist, and finally my chest. The pulsing grew stronger, slow, rhythmic, almost like a heartbeat each squeeze pulling another layer of resistance out of me and replacing it with warm, floating pleasure.
I couldn’t stop my eyelids from fluttering and my breathing slowed yet I was still trying to stay awake...
...but the silk kept wrapping...
...and their hands kept stroking...
...and the three soft voices kept inviting me deeper...
The last layers of silk sealed around me with a final, gentle pulse and I was completely wrapped, arms locked to my sides, legs bound together, torso held in a warm, living sheath that rose and fell with every slow breath. Only my head remained free, and even that felt heavy, tipped slightly forward as the cocoon’s steady rhythm sank deeper into my muscles.
Maris stepped in front of me her smile was soft, almost tender, the kind that made it hard to why I’d ever wanted to resist. She lifted two fingers and gently tilted my chin upward until my sleepy eyes met hers. Up close her gaze was warm and deep, the rich brown of late summer earth, and for a moment the rest of the world simply faded.
Then she leaned in.
Her lips met mine in a slow, unhurried kiss, soft at first, then deeper as her tongue slid against mine, tasting of honey and wildflowers and something sweeter still. The moment the kiss deepened, a thick, soothing warmth bloomed on my tongue and spread outward, down my throat, through my chest, and into every limb still trapped inside the silk. It felt like being poured full of warm light. My thoughts slowed, my body went pliant and the last thin threads of resistance simply melted.
I couldn’t stay awake, not against that warmth, not against the gentle pressure of the cocoon still pulsing around me. Definitely not against the three voices that now pressed close to my ears.
Lila’s soft, airy whisper on the left...
“Sleep for us... just sleep...”
Sera’s calm, steady murmur on my right...
“You’re safe now. Let go completely.”
And Maris’s voice, still close enough that I felt her lips brush my ear as the kiss ended...
“That’s it... sink all the way down. We’ll take such good care of you while you dream.”
The warmth flooded every corner of my surrendered mind as my eyes drifted shut and the world tilted, becoming soft and distant. Then there was only the slow, steady pulse of the cocoon...the lingering taste of honey and wildflowers...and the three gentle voices guiding me deeper...and deeper...into the dark.
I awoke slowly, the last traces of that heavy, honeyed sleep still clinging to the edges of my mind. The first thing I noticed was the cool air on my bare skin...I was completely naked.
The cocoon was gone, but in its place are thick, glistening strands of web stretched tight from my wrists to the posts at the head of the bed, and from my ankles also attached to the posts at the foot. My arms were pulled wide and my legs are spread. I was locked open, every inch of me exposed under the low, warm lighting of the underground room.
Lila stood to my left, dark wavy hair falling over one shoulder, black lace bra and matching panties hugging her curves. Sera is on the right, blonde hair soft against her bare skin, the same delicate black lace framing her body. And at the foot of the bed, between my spread legs, Maris looked down at me with that same tender smile she wore when she kissed me into unconsciousness. Her dark hair framed her face, the black lace lingerie making her look even more dangerous than before.
A cold ripple ran down my spine as the truth settled into my sluggish mind.
Ticklers...
Not just seductresses, not just binders... Ticklers...
The kind who don’t stop, the kind who use soft fingers and softer voices until the body gives up every last defense. Until the mind follows, until there’s nothing left but willing, broken surrender to their will.
Maris’s eyes softened even further as she watched the realization hit me.
“There it is,” she murmured, voice low and almost affectionate. “You finally understand what we truly are.”
Lila leaned in slightly, one hand resting lightly on the edge of the mattress near my ribs her smile sweet and almost playful.
“We’re very patient,” she said. “And we never get tired.” Sera’s fingers drifted along the web binding my right wrist, testing the tension. “Once we start... we don’t stop until you’re ours... Completely.” Maris stepped closer between my legs, her gaze traveling slowly up my naked body.
“Body and soul,” she finished quietly. “We’ll tickle you, tease you. Whisper to you. Break you open so gently you’ll thank us for it. And when there’s nothing left to resist with... we’ll take everything.”
She reached out and let the very tips of her fingers hover just above the sole of my right foot, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her skin, but not quite touching.
“Ready when you are,” she said softly.
The three of them waited.
Smiling
Watching...
Already owning the moment...
My begging only made them smile wider, they were enjoying the web they’d bound me in....
“Shh...” Maris whispered, already dragging her nails lightly along the sensitive arch of my right foot. “We know, we know it feels like too much. That’s exactly the point.”
Lila’s fingers found my left ribs at the same moment, dancing and skittering in quick, merciless patterns. Sera worked the other side, her touch lighter but somehow worse with the feather soft strokes that made my whole torso jump. I thrashed hard against the webs. They stretched and gave just enough to let my body writhe, but they never loosened. Every time you pulled, they simply pulled me back, keeping me spread wide and helpless.
The kiss they’d given me ruined me, places that used to be only mildly sensitive were now unbearable, the arches of my feet lit up under their fingertips like live wires. When Lila and Sera both slid their hands into my armpits at once, I began to scream... and then they started taking turns moving lower.
Maris was first. She wrapped one hand around my now rock hard cock and began stroking it in slow, teasing pulls while the fingers of her other my shaft and light, devastating tickling underneath my balls ripped the first orgasm out of me before I could even try to hold it back. Thick ropes of cum splashed across my stomach and chest as my whole body seized.
They did not stop... they did not pause...
Lila leaned in, scooped some of the warm mess from my skin with two fingers, and immediately began spreading it across my ribs and under my arms, using it as lubricant for even more vicious tickling. Sera did the same lower down, coating my cock and balls in my own cum before resuming her torment. The wetness made every touch sharper, and more intense, my nerves feeling raw and wide open.
Maris took her turn again, this time focusing only on my oversensitive cock, dragging slick fingertips up and down the shaft and circling the head while Lila and Sera worked my feet and ribs without mercy.
I’m soon hard again, already twitching, already starting to break, and they’d only just begun to work me over.
It didn’t stop...
Not for a second...
My body had become a continuous, helpless reaction, squirming, twisting, laughing in broken, breathless bursts that hurt my ribs almost as much as their fingers did. Every time I thought I’d found a fraction of control, one of them shifted her attack and it all collapsed again. Lila’s nails skittered under my arms. Sera’s fingertips fluttered along the soles of my feet and Maris continued her focus on my cock and balls for a long streak and every time she returned the slick, cumulative mess of my own cum making the sensation sharper, wetter, and more unbearable.
I came again...
And again...
And again...
Each orgasm was weaker than the last but somehow more devastating, and my body jerked hard against the webs as another helpless spurt was wrung out of me. The laughter turned ragged and tears blurred my vision. My mind started to fray at the edges, thoughts sliding away under the constant, overwhelming stimulation and their voices stayed soft, sweet... almost loving.
“You’re getting close,” Maris murmured between, my legs, watching another weak pulse of cum spill over her fingers. “We can feel it.”
Lila leaned in close to my ear, still tickling under my arm with merciless precision. “It’s okay to stop fighting. You’ve held out longer than most.”
Sera’s voice was a gentle caress on the other side. “Just open for us. Heart and mind. Let us all the way in. That’s when this ends... when you stop trying to keep anything back.”
I knew they were right...
My body was already theirs, spread, slick, twitching, completely at the mercy of their hands. The only thing left was the last closed off part of me, the stubborn core that still thought it could endure, and even that was cracking under the endless waves of forced pleasure and helpless laughter.
They didn’t slow down.
They didn’t give me space to think.
They just kept tickling, kept stroking, kept pulling orgasm after ruined orgasm out of me while their soft voices circled closer and closer around the idea of surrender. Eventually I had to let go and give into them. I will had to open my mind fully to their will, I will had to let them in.
And they were very, very patient.
I gave in, and the moment the last resistance left me, their smiles deepened, soft satisfied... almost proud.
Maris leaned down first and kissed me, slow and deep, tasting of everything that’s happened. Then Lila. Then Sera. Each kiss was a quiet claim, sealing what I’d already surrendered to them.
Lila climbed onto my face first, and I obeyed without hesitation. My tongue worked her steadily, thoroughly, even as my jaw ached and my breath came out short. She rode me with slow, rolling hips until she shuddered and came hard, grinding down so I had no choice but to drink every drop. Sera followed, just as relentless, using my mouth until she peaked with a soft, trembling moan and forced me to swallow.
Maris was last, my tongue was exhausted, my whole body spent. But I didn’t stop, I kept licking, kept sucking, kept giving her exactly what she wanted until she came with a long, low sigh and held herself there, making sure I took everything. But they still were not finished.
One by one they lowered themselves onto my cock and somehow I was still hard, still able to give them what they demanded. Lila took the first load, grinding down until I spilled deep inside her. Sera followed, working me through another thick, helpless climax. Maris finished last, sinking all the way down and staying there until the final pulse emptied into her.
When it was over, the three of them stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at me with those same tender, knowing smiles, their voices became soft again... soothing...hypnotic.
“That’s it...you’ve given us everything...just rest now...”
My eyes stay fixed on their faces as the heavy warmth returned, thicker than before and consciousness started to slip, and then I saw it. Their bellies flat only moments ago began to round, swelling smoothly, steadily, as if my seed had already taken root and began to grow.
The realization hit just as the darkness closed in, this is what they wanted all along. My body will keep providing for them and my seed will keep feeding what they’ve taken form me and what is growing inside of them. I tried to hold onto the thought, but their soft voices pulled me under.
And everything faded to black...