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The warning light had been blinking for quite a while on the dashboard of Krystal's car. She hadn't seen a single house on the deserted highway for many miles, and she hoped she could nurse her stricken old jalopy along until she got to civilization. Through the evening fog she spotted a building lit by a streetlamp ahead just as a cloud of steam started billowing from under the hood of her car, and as she pulled into the gravel driveway her car finally gave out and sputtered to a halt.
Much to her disappointment it wasn't a house, just a broken down old abandoned barn. She sighed and opened the hood of her car and stared blankly at the steaming engine. She had always been mechanically challenged and had no idea what the problem might be or how to fix it. Maybe if she waited a while for the engine to cool down she could try to drive farther and find a house.
Barn01
So now she had some time to kill. She looked at the old barn. Something about it aroused her curiosity. What would it hurt to have a little look inside? Besides, if she couldn't get her car started again she might have to spend the night here. Perhaps there was an old blanket or two inside that would help ward off the evening chill.
Barn02
She walked through the rickety barn door and was met by a musty odor of dust and decay. The light from the streetlamp outside gave the barn's interior an eerie, almost ghostly appearance. As she walked into the empty barn she felt something soft caress her neck. Reaching up to brush it away, she found it was some sticky spider web caught around the collar of her jacket. When she tried to pull it off of her though, the webbing was much stronger and more tenacious than she expected, stubbornly clinging to her coat and entangling her hand. Though it didn't stick to her skin so much, it took some effort for her to pull it off of her collar.
Barn03
That should have been her first clue that something was terribly amiss in the old barn.
She was busily tugging at the webbing on her jacket when she suddenly noticed in the dim light the spiders that had been silently lowering themselves around her from the ceiling above on long slender strands of silk. Spiders the likes of which she had never seen before in her life!
Barn04
There were four of them, and they were huge, each one at least as big as her hand! And dangling beneath the spiders were lines of silk that they were drawing from their spinnerets with small glistening blobs at the end. The way the spiders held them vaguely reminded her of the way a cowboy might hold a lariat right before he was going to lasso something.
Krystal got the distinct impression that they were gazing at her, sizing her up. For the longest moment she stood there frozen, mesmerized by the sight of them.
Barn05
Suddenly, as if by some invisible cue, the spiders all sprung into action! It was like a coordinated attack as each of them swung their dangling lines at her, the soft silk strands wrapping around her body, sticking to her, anchored to her coat by the adhesive blobs that clung to her clothes wherever they touched them. Krystal gasped, so stunned by what was happening to her that she couldn't move as the spiders descended on her.
Barn06
They were astonishingly quick and it seemed like they were everywhere, flinging more of their sticky silk bolas at her, jumping onto her, spinning filmy sheets of their webbing as they scurried around her body. Krystal screamed and frantically tried to knock them off of her, but with each passing moment the spiders spun more and more layers of their clingy webbing around her. Every time she succeeded in slapping one spider off of her the other three were busy wrapping her in their adhesive silk, working together to entangle their prey, binding her to the thick support lines attached to the barn's rafters high above. While their webbing didn't seem to stick to her skin and hair, everywhere it touched her clothes it clung like glue. It was actually getting hard for Krystal to move her arms as the spiders pulled the strong filmy webbing tighter and tighter around her.
Barn07
In sudden desperation, she tried to lunge for the barn door and safety, but incredibly the spiders' silk held her back. A thick rope of the stuff that ran between her legs nearly pulled her off her feet, and she awkwardly stumbled backwards into the web. She would have fallen to the floor but amazingly the web caught her and held her up, its delicate looking fibers stretching as it supported her entire weight and cradled her in it's sticky grip.
She was shocked and confused. Spider webs aren't supposed to be this strong! They're for trapping little bugs, not a full-sized girl! She should be able to break free easily, yet she was unable to escape this tangled snare!
Barn08
As she hung there stuck in the spider web, she was finally starting to realize the danger she was in.
The spiders continued their relentless assault, winding their sticky webbing around her over and over, pulling it tight and attaching it to the silk framework above her. Krystal struggled desperately, twisting and thrashing wildly against the webbing, trying to free herself. But it seemed the harder she struggled the more entangled in the snarl of webbing and the more hopelessly trussed she became. Her arms were bound together now, stuck tight by the stretchy coils of silk around them. With each frantic squirm, she could feel her entire body being lifted by the web as the spiders weaved and pulled again and again.
Barn09
Even worse, one of the spiders had somehow managed to attach its webbing to the back of her underwear, lifting the waistband from beneath her pants high in the air behind her, and the spider had pulled the strands so tight that much of her weight was now being supported by her panties.
As if it wasn't bad enough that they were trussing her up in their diabolical web, now they were inadvertently giving her a giant wedgie as well.
Slowly the intricate silk scaffolding that connected her to the rafters above was starting to lift her off the ground. The weight on her feet was gradually reducing until she was balanced on her tiptoes. Soon she couldn't even touch the floor.
Barn10
Her head was spinning! This couldn't be happening! It was like a nightmare come to life!
She hung limp in the web, suspended in midair, slowly being hoisted higher and higher towards the ceiling by the evil spiders. Her body was hopelessly entangled in the network of webbing now. Her arms were useless, pinned to her body so tightly that she couldn't even use them to defend herself anymore. Her legs dangled beneath her far above the floor. The spiders had lifted her so high by now that she was level with the barn's loft. All she could do was wiggle around futilely, unable to resist the sticky trap that held her so firmly, or the spiders that tirelessly pulled her upwards toward the ceiling. Krystal had never felt so frightened and helpless in her life.
Barn11
She felt one of the spiders down on her foot, attaching its web around her ankle. She kicked at it as hard as she could, but this only seemed to signal to the other spiders that their prey needed more cocooning.
Barn12
Soon three of the spiders were busily attaching their webbing to her legs. Desperately she kicked at the spiders again and again, but with every kick the spiders would wind their horrible webbing tighter around her legs, restricting her movements.
Barn13
They soon had her thighs securely wrapped together down to her knees, reducing her kicking to ineffective little flicks of her feet.
Barn14
Apparently even that was too much freedom for the spiders, and they continued encasing her in silk down to her ankles.
The spiders finally stopped spinning their webbing around her. Her entire body was now hopelessly cocooned in the sticky web. She was so totally immobilized that any struggling she did now was just useless wriggling. Krystal still couldn't believe that these little spiders could possibly overpower her and make her so completely helpless.
She wondered what the spiders were going to do to her. She feared the worst, and there was nothing she could do to stop them.
Barn15
But the spiders started doing something odd. They started plucking the strands of silk above her, making them vibrate. Again and again they strummed the web like a guitar. After a while Krystal noticed out of the corner of her eye dozens of tiny lights slowly descending from the rafters down the edge of the web.
Barn16
As the tiny lights got closer, Krystal saw that they were baby spiderlings, hundreds of them. To her horror, they slowly crawled along the web and down her outstretched panties. She squirmed desperately as she felt their soft little bodies crawling around on her skin beneath her clothes. She was certain this was the end.
Barn17
But the spiderlings were not there to feed on her. Rather they were attracted by the warmth of her body. Instead of dinner, they saw her cocooned body as a cozy new home with central heating to make their nest. The adults were so adept at capturing small creatures for all of them to feed on that they could easily sacrifice the effort and webbing that it takes to capture and cocoon a large prey like Krystal to create what was essentially a new furnace-equipped home for their young.
They were coming from everywhere now, hundreds of the glowing little creatures emerging from every corner of the rafters around her. Krystal could do nothing to stop them as the more of the spiderlings squeezed under her clothes and crawled along her warm skin beneath. Their touch was soft but tickled her as more spiderlings explored her body, making her twitch involuntarily.
As the feel of the little creatures crawling all over her body made her wriggle helplessly in her silk prison, she suddenly had memories of a past boyfriend who used to tie her up and tickle her, much to her delight. So when the inquisitive little spiders happened to tickle some of the more delicate parts of her body, the resulting arousal inside of her surprised her. The little spiders nestling between her legs must have noticed the increase in temperature that came with the extra flow of blood; they immediately escalated their tickling. It wasn't long before Krystal was bucking in her cocoon as waves of orgasm raced through her body.
Barn18
The clever little spiderlings had inadvertently discovered her thermostat. Any time they wanted more heat all they had to do was tickle her in the right places and she would respond with a rush of warmth. They just had to remember to hold on for the wild ride.
Although they were finding that they might not want to take advantage of her thermostat TOO much. As more of the spiderlings crawled under her clothes, the stimulation from their tickling, especially on her breasts and nipples, proved too much for her to resist. She could no longer control her body's response, and after her third orgasm it was almost getting too warm and wet for the little spiderlings.
Once all the little spiderlings had crawled their way inside Krystal's warm cocoon, the adult spiders decided it was time to shut the door for the night. Drawing more thick sheets of webbing from their spinnerets, they started wrapping Krystal's head with silk. Tightly bound as she was, and totally distracted by the relentless tickling from the spiderlings under her clothes, there was little Krystal could do to stop the spiders. As they wound sheet after sheet of their webbing over her eyes, blinding her, it seemed all contact with the real world disappeared for her. Krystal's world was now reduced to the tight sticky webbing that held her securely in place, and the feel of the crawling tickling little spiders that inhabited the cocoon with her.
Barn19
And when the spiders pulled their silk sheets over her nose and mouth, it frightened Krystal, but even though the silk was thick and dense, she found she could breath through it. But the layers of silk over her mouth meant that, even if there was somebody nearby, any cries for help at this point would be completely muffled by the tight webbing.
As night fell on the old abandoned barn, with the spiderlings all nestled into their cozy warm accommodations, Krystal finally, mercifully, passed into unconsciousness. Totally drained from the evening's adventure, she had nothing left.
Now hanging limp from the ceiling, wrapped from head to toe in the sticky webbing, with the glowing spiderlings lighting up her cocoon like a Christmas decoration, Krystal looked like some odd chandelier. Only the occasional sleepy twitch from Krystal gave any indication that there was a person inside of the silk prison.
Barn20
Much to her disappointment it wasn't a house, just a broken down old abandoned barn. She sighed and opened the hood of her car and stared blankly at the steaming engine. She had always been mechanically challenged and had no idea what the problem might be or how to fix it. Maybe if she waited a while for the engine to cool down she could try to drive farther and find a house.
Barn01
So now she had some time to kill. She looked at the old barn. Something about it aroused her curiosity. What would it hurt to have a little look inside? Besides, if she couldn't get her car started again she might have to spend the night here. Perhaps there was an old blanket or two inside that would help ward off the evening chill.
Barn02
She walked through the rickety barn door and was met by a musty odor of dust and decay. The light from the streetlamp outside gave the barn's interior an eerie, almost ghostly appearance. As she walked into the empty barn she felt something soft caress her neck. Reaching up to brush it away, she found it was some sticky spider web caught around the collar of her jacket. When she tried to pull it off of her though, the webbing was much stronger and more tenacious than she expected, stubbornly clinging to her coat and entangling her hand. Though it didn't stick to her skin so much, it took some effort for her to pull it off of her collar.
Barn03
That should have been her first clue that something was terribly amiss in the old barn.
She was busily tugging at the webbing on her jacket when she suddenly noticed in the dim light the spiders that had been silently lowering themselves around her from the ceiling above on long slender strands of silk. Spiders the likes of which she had never seen before in her life!
Barn04
There were four of them, and they were huge, each one at least as big as her hand! And dangling beneath the spiders were lines of silk that they were drawing from their spinnerets with small glistening blobs at the end. The way the spiders held them vaguely reminded her of the way a cowboy might hold a lariat right before he was going to lasso something.
Krystal got the distinct impression that they were gazing at her, sizing her up. For the longest moment she stood there frozen, mesmerized by the sight of them.
Barn05
Suddenly, as if by some invisible cue, the spiders all sprung into action! It was like a coordinated attack as each of them swung their dangling lines at her, the soft silk strands wrapping around her body, sticking to her, anchored to her coat by the adhesive blobs that clung to her clothes wherever they touched them. Krystal gasped, so stunned by what was happening to her that she couldn't move as the spiders descended on her.
Barn06
They were astonishingly quick and it seemed like they were everywhere, flinging more of their sticky silk bolas at her, jumping onto her, spinning filmy sheets of their webbing as they scurried around her body. Krystal screamed and frantically tried to knock them off of her, but with each passing moment the spiders spun more and more layers of their clingy webbing around her. Every time she succeeded in slapping one spider off of her the other three were busy wrapping her in their adhesive silk, working together to entangle their prey, binding her to the thick support lines attached to the barn's rafters high above. While their webbing didn't seem to stick to her skin and hair, everywhere it touched her clothes it clung like glue. It was actually getting hard for Krystal to move her arms as the spiders pulled the strong filmy webbing tighter and tighter around her.
Barn07
In sudden desperation, she tried to lunge for the barn door and safety, but incredibly the spiders' silk held her back. A thick rope of the stuff that ran between her legs nearly pulled her off her feet, and she awkwardly stumbled backwards into the web. She would have fallen to the floor but amazingly the web caught her and held her up, its delicate looking fibers stretching as it supported her entire weight and cradled her in it's sticky grip.
She was shocked and confused. Spider webs aren't supposed to be this strong! They're for trapping little bugs, not a full-sized girl! She should be able to break free easily, yet she was unable to escape this tangled snare!
Barn08
As she hung there stuck in the spider web, she was finally starting to realize the danger she was in.
The spiders continued their relentless assault, winding their sticky webbing around her over and over, pulling it tight and attaching it to the silk framework above her. Krystal struggled desperately, twisting and thrashing wildly against the webbing, trying to free herself. But it seemed the harder she struggled the more entangled in the snarl of webbing and the more hopelessly trussed she became. Her arms were bound together now, stuck tight by the stretchy coils of silk around them. With each frantic squirm, she could feel her entire body being lifted by the web as the spiders weaved and pulled again and again.
Barn09
Even worse, one of the spiders had somehow managed to attach its webbing to the back of her underwear, lifting the waistband from beneath her pants high in the air behind her, and the spider had pulled the strands so tight that much of her weight was now being supported by her panties.
As if it wasn't bad enough that they were trussing her up in their diabolical web, now they were inadvertently giving her a giant wedgie as well.
Slowly the intricate silk scaffolding that connected her to the rafters above was starting to lift her off the ground. The weight on her feet was gradually reducing until she was balanced on her tiptoes. Soon she couldn't even touch the floor.
Barn10
Her head was spinning! This couldn't be happening! It was like a nightmare come to life!
She hung limp in the web, suspended in midair, slowly being hoisted higher and higher towards the ceiling by the evil spiders. Her body was hopelessly entangled in the network of webbing now. Her arms were useless, pinned to her body so tightly that she couldn't even use them to defend herself anymore. Her legs dangled beneath her far above the floor. The spiders had lifted her so high by now that she was level with the barn's loft. All she could do was wiggle around futilely, unable to resist the sticky trap that held her so firmly, or the spiders that tirelessly pulled her upwards toward the ceiling. Krystal had never felt so frightened and helpless in her life.
Barn11
She felt one of the spiders down on her foot, attaching its web around her ankle. She kicked at it as hard as she could, but this only seemed to signal to the other spiders that their prey needed more cocooning.
Barn12
Soon three of the spiders were busily attaching their webbing to her legs. Desperately she kicked at the spiders again and again, but with every kick the spiders would wind their horrible webbing tighter around her legs, restricting her movements.
Barn13
They soon had her thighs securely wrapped together down to her knees, reducing her kicking to ineffective little flicks of her feet.
Barn14
Apparently even that was too much freedom for the spiders, and they continued encasing her in silk down to her ankles.
The spiders finally stopped spinning their webbing around her. Her entire body was now hopelessly cocooned in the sticky web. She was so totally immobilized that any struggling she did now was just useless wriggling. Krystal still couldn't believe that these little spiders could possibly overpower her and make her so completely helpless.
She wondered what the spiders were going to do to her. She feared the worst, and there was nothing she could do to stop them.
Barn15
But the spiders started doing something odd. They started plucking the strands of silk above her, making them vibrate. Again and again they strummed the web like a guitar. After a while Krystal noticed out of the corner of her eye dozens of tiny lights slowly descending from the rafters down the edge of the web.
Barn16
As the tiny lights got closer, Krystal saw that they were baby spiderlings, hundreds of them. To her horror, they slowly crawled along the web and down her outstretched panties. She squirmed desperately as she felt their soft little bodies crawling around on her skin beneath her clothes. She was certain this was the end.
Barn17
But the spiderlings were not there to feed on her. Rather they were attracted by the warmth of her body. Instead of dinner, they saw her cocooned body as a cozy new home with central heating to make their nest. The adults were so adept at capturing small creatures for all of them to feed on that they could easily sacrifice the effort and webbing that it takes to capture and cocoon a large prey like Krystal to create what was essentially a new furnace-equipped home for their young.
They were coming from everywhere now, hundreds of the glowing little creatures emerging from every corner of the rafters around her. Krystal could do nothing to stop them as the more of the spiderlings squeezed under her clothes and crawled along her warm skin beneath. Their touch was soft but tickled her as more spiderlings explored her body, making her twitch involuntarily.
As the feel of the little creatures crawling all over her body made her wriggle helplessly in her silk prison, she suddenly had memories of a past boyfriend who used to tie her up and tickle her, much to her delight. So when the inquisitive little spiders happened to tickle some of the more delicate parts of her body, the resulting arousal inside of her surprised her. The little spiders nestling between her legs must have noticed the increase in temperature that came with the extra flow of blood; they immediately escalated their tickling. It wasn't long before Krystal was bucking in her cocoon as waves of orgasm raced through her body.
Barn18
The clever little spiderlings had inadvertently discovered her thermostat. Any time they wanted more heat all they had to do was tickle her in the right places and she would respond with a rush of warmth. They just had to remember to hold on for the wild ride.
Although they were finding that they might not want to take advantage of her thermostat TOO much. As more of the spiderlings crawled under her clothes, the stimulation from their tickling, especially on her breasts and nipples, proved too much for her to resist. She could no longer control her body's response, and after her third orgasm it was almost getting too warm and wet for the little spiderlings.
Once all the little spiderlings had crawled their way inside Krystal's warm cocoon, the adult spiders decided it was time to shut the door for the night. Drawing more thick sheets of webbing from their spinnerets, they started wrapping Krystal's head with silk. Tightly bound as she was, and totally distracted by the relentless tickling from the spiderlings under her clothes, there was little Krystal could do to stop the spiders. As they wound sheet after sheet of their webbing over her eyes, blinding her, it seemed all contact with the real world disappeared for her. Krystal's world was now reduced to the tight sticky webbing that held her securely in place, and the feel of the crawling tickling little spiders that inhabited the cocoon with her.
Barn19
And when the spiders pulled their silk sheets over her nose and mouth, it frightened Krystal, but even though the silk was thick and dense, she found she could breath through it. But the layers of silk over her mouth meant that, even if there was somebody nearby, any cries for help at this point would be completely muffled by the tight webbing.
As night fell on the old abandoned barn, with the spiderlings all nestled into their cozy warm accommodations, Krystal finally, mercifully, passed into unconsciousness. Totally drained from the evening's adventure, she had nothing left.
Now hanging limp from the ceiling, wrapped from head to toe in the sticky webbing, with the glowing spiderlings lighting up her cocoon like a Christmas decoration, Krystal looked like some odd chandelier. Only the occasional sleepy twitch from Krystal gave any indication that there was a person inside of the silk prison.
Barn20
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