It was 2 AM; far later than Carol had expected to be home. She fiddled with her keys as she walked up the steps to her house. On such a dark, moonless night there was hardly any sort of light leaving her only her sense of touch to feel for the right key. She sighed as she brushed back her hair from her face. She had been out all night. The attractive, thirty something wasn’t quite the partier she used to be in her college days, but at least she still had her looks. She had been out and about, searching the bars for some cute hunk to take her home, but unfortunately her luck tonight wasn’t very good. Most of the guys that approached her were either too rude, or too creepy.
“Maybe Jill’s right…” She said inwardly, “Maybe it’s time I just started looking online on one of those dating sites. I hope I’m not just getting too old.”
Carol’s shapely figure was clothed in a tight, form-fitting dress that hugged her shapely hips, and plentiful breasts. The sides of the dress a soft, nylon material of black, while the front and back had a long racing stripe of cheetah print pattern that extended from the hem of her skirt, all the way to her neck were a black, high collar wrapped around it, forming a sleeveless Chinese style dress. If not for the slit running up the back of the dress, walking in her matching black high heels would’ve proved difficult, as the outfit caused her rear to jut out, forming around either cheek.
Despite having the beautiful body of a twenty-something, Carol’s face was the only clue to her age. She wasn’t wrinkling, god knew that would’ve been her worst fear, but it was more mature, showing off the dignity and sophistication that only aging can bring. Her cheeks were full, but not fat, and her eyes, while covered in makeup at the moment were soft, the brown sclera deep and dark. Her straight, auburn hair hung down her back and over her forehead, bangs cut just over her eyebrows, giving her an almost teacher-like appearance.
“A-ha!” Carol exclaimed as she finally found the right key, slipping it into the door lock she twisted it and opened the door. The house was cool, far more so than the muggy, scalding hot summer air that the recent heat wave had brought on.
The door slid closed behind her, and carol quickly tossed the keys into the small dish she kept near the front door. The soft clang of the keys shattered the silence of the empty house. Another night alone, just Carol and a bowl of ice cream while watching the newest episode of “Crime Scene”.
Carol made her way to the kitchen, passing by the staircase, when something caught her eye. A flicker out of the corner of her vision caused her to stop and look up the two tiered staircase. She thought she saw something move; a black, stick-like shape almost like a broom handle leaning on the upper stairs. She craned her neck; trying to get a good view of upstairs, but the ceiling overhead prevented her.
She shrugged it off, putting it in the back of her mind as a trick of her imagination, and went into the kitchen to prepare a bowl of Mint Chocolate chip.
Just a short while later Carol made her way to the living room. She flopped back onto her couch, bowl and spoon in hand as she flipped on the TV. Her arm slung over the couch and she took in a spoonful of the delicious cream treat.
Carol sat transfixed in her show, she loved to try and figure out the mystery before the reveal, when suddenly a strange knocking caught her attention. Carol looked over her shoulder, back at the front door. It couldn’t have been that. Not only was it 2:30 in the morning, but the sound was more like someone had dropped a hard ball on the wooden floor.
“That was weird…” Carol said as she stood up from the couch, only to hear a second noise, this time like padded footfalls. Her gaze turned to the ceiling. It was coming from upstairs. “What the heck is that?” She asked herself as she slowly made her way to the stairs. It didn’t sound human whatever it was. There were too many foot falls. Did some sort of animal sneak into her house, a raccoon maybe? These old houses were prone to infestation, as Carol had found out in the past, but she thought she’d taken care of all her house intruders.
She made her way slowly up the stairs, trying her hardest not to let her heels clack against the hardwood floor. The silence now was eerie; the air almost seemed dead around her.
As she climbed she felt a soft hair fall into her face, causing her skin to tickle slightly. She waved her hand in front of her to brush it away, but it clung to her hand. She pulled it away and continued upwards, another hair falling on her arm. She groaned. What a time to be shedding when she was so tense.
She continued higher, not noticing the soft mesh accumulating around her dress. This was not her hair. The nearly invisible lines clung to her body, held on by a sticky adhesive.
Carol finally made it to the second floor, and walked toward her bedroom. The lights were off, creating a void of black in the frame of the door. A strange white veil peered out from the doorway, fluttering about is the soft breeze of the air conditioning. Carol wondered what it could be. She didn’t have any sort of lacy curtains.
Carol took a step forward, when she felt something strange. A stretching sound accompanied the feeling of her heel stepping into a soft cushion on the floor. She looked down to find her entire heel trapped within a mesh of white
“Ew! What the heck is this stuff?” She asked, pulling her foot back. The material stretched with her shoe before pulling back like a spring, taking her foot back down to the floor. Her whole foot was now stuck, the strange white fibers winding around her ankle in a haphazard fashion. Carol pulled and tugged, but the strange were like coiled springs, the harder she tugged, the more they tugged back. She was starting to get frustrated.
Carol balled her fists and pulled back; using her body weight to try and pry her leg free, when… squish. Her arm found another mesh behind her. She looked to her arm, now coated in the soft, sticky material. It wound around her forearm, holding it up in the air. “What’s going on?” She whimpered as she started to struggle, thrashing more violently now. She twisted her body, her curvy form writhing in the middle of the hallway. She bucked forward and back, finding more of the material appearing out of nowhere. It seemed to be invisible until the moment she was caught, the strands turning white as they wrapped around one another.
Carol was grunting now. The physical exertion was comparable to a day at the gym. She tugged at her arms and legs, but to no avail. “What is this stuff?” She whimpered as she writhed about, her brow wet with sweat. She continued to fight, pushing and pulling, swaying back and forth. Little did Carol know that her actions were like a dinner bell for the trap’s creator.
Deep in the web, the creator of the trap began to stir. It had waited quietly, hiding among the shadows. Its leg twitched at the feeling of a vibration coming through its trap. Something had been caught, and it was big.
The creature lifted itself from its hiding spot, pulling itself upright on its eight hairy legs. A large, bulbous abdomen pulsated behind it as it crawled forward. It peered from the bedroom out into the hall. Its oil spot eyes reflected the squirming form of the tasty morsel trapped in its web.
Carol pant as she lay trapped in the mesh of silk that stretched across the hall. In her struggles she found herself lifted from the ground. He body hung in the air, suspended helplessly. Her muscles ached. She could hardly move another inch, “How am I going to get out of this? It seems like the more I fight it, the worse it gets…”
A sudden sound caught the helpless woman’s attention, causing her head to jerk toward the bedroom door. A strange clicking noise came from her room. She squint her eyes to look the pitch dark room concealing whatever lay beyond. Her eyes began to widen, her lip beginning to quiver as she saw the source emerge from the room.
A pair of long, thin arms stepped from the cover of darkness and into the hallway, followed by another, and another, pulling forth the hideous beast attached to them.
Its body was black, small bristly hairs jutting from its carapace. A massive orb shaped bulbous abdomen trailed behind it, and black, soulless eyes stared intently at her as two long fangs rubbed together beneath.
The spider had to have been at least the size of a German shepherd, but its long legs made it look twice as large.
Carol could not move, nor could she make a sound. She was stunned, her entire body frozen with fear at the sight of the massive arachnid. Her mind began to race, thousands of questions running through her head that all led to the same realization.
Her eyes flashed around her a moment, taking in the white sticky threads that surrounded and bound her in place. This was its web, and that made her… its prey!
Panic began to set in, causing Carol’s heart to race. Her breathing became heavy, and labored, making her feel light headed. Carol tried to remain still, hoping her lack of movement would confuse the spider into leaving her alone, but it was no use. Despite her best efforts her heaving chest and shaking knees caused vibrations in the web, alerting the spider to her presence.
The spider came closer, its long legs reaching out toward the helpless captive. As it touched her bare legs Carol finally snapped. Her stored panic caused her to thrash about wildly, even more than she had before.
Her legs kicked outward, tripping up one of the spider’s eight legs and causing it to crash to the floor.
The spider let out a hiss and backed off, surprised at the sudden assault. It watched as Carol thrashed about, her arms flailing and her legs kicking back and forth in a desperate attempt to break free. The web coiled around her wrists and legs further, entangling her even more.
Carol didn’t even notice kicking the spider; she was only focused on getting out as quickly as she could. Her grunts filled that air. She bit her lip, fighting through the side splitting pain of fighting off the silky threads. Finally, she started to hear snaps as the web started to tear apart. It was a glimmer of hope.
Unfortunately for her, the spider, still watching her from a distance, felt the web start to break. It reared up, its hind legs reaching for its spinnerets, and weaving forth line after line of sticky threads. It threw the silk forth toward Carol.
Carol pulled and tugged at the web, feeling the strands start to give way and allow her the freedom to move. She was going to make it out of this. But then, she felt something land on her shoulders, and then on her breasts, and then her hair and legs. She looked down to see her form quickly being covered in more white silk. Her eyes trailed to the spider, and her heart dropped. The spider was casting a haphazard net of silk over her form.
“NO!” She shouted in anguish as she yanked herself backwards. Finally, the web over her snapped, causing her to crash to the ground. Carol had done it. She could only hope it was in time.
She rolled herself over onto her front, and started to drag herself across the floor, her arms pulling her along the hard wood.
She had made it a foot and a half before she felt resistance on her leg. She looked back in horror to see her heel was still caught, the white mesh of web still wrapped around her foot. She gave another tug, but her heel had been snagged. She kicked about as she tried to throw off the shoe, but the spider gave her no chance.
It continued to throw its net of silk forth. The sticky threads flew through the air, and landing across Carol’s back. The silk was spread wide, crossing over carol’s body and sticking easily to the hard wood floor.
Carol pulled herself up, trying to push herself to her feet, but quickly found resistance as the web yanked her back to the floor.
The spider halted the silk mesh zigzagged its prey all along her back and legs, leaving her helpless. It had won.
Carol lay on the floor, trapped beneath a blanket of silk. She whimpered and grunt as she tried fruitlessly to pull herself up. Her pleas echoed through the house.
The spider heard none of it. It crawled forward yet again, sure of its capture. It reached out and grabbed the helpless woman’s legs yet again. Carol tried to fight, tried to kick the spider like she had before, but her leg sprung back into place, pinned down. The spider pulled her legs together, her ankles meeting.
Carol felt her legs lifted from the floor almost effortlessly as the spider snipped through the silk that held her to the floor with its razor sharp fangs. She was given no time to fight as she quickly felt a thicker sheet wind around her ankles and heels, closing her feet together. Carol looked back over her shoulder at the spider, her expression that of fear and sadness.
The spider’s legs moved like a machine, weaving out a sheet of webbing from its abdomen with its hind legs. Its limbs orbit the helpless woman’s extremities moving over and under,
over and under as it weaved forth the silk sheet like a spool.
The webbing pressed to Carol’s legs, forming to her shapely body. The silk rose over her bare calves, the wet feeling of the silk soaking Carol’s skin.
As the spider reached her knees, it took a moment to pause. The silk sheet still trailed from its abdomen as it pulled back, wrapping it around her ankles another time as it started to ascend what was left of its web. It snipped the silk, and bound it to one of the unbroken spokes of its web and started to tug, causing the silk tether to tighten, and lift Carol up and into the air. The webs holding her to the ground began to snap as she was lifted further up into the air, but the net still held her tight.
Carol let out another pathetic whimper as she rocked from side to side, swaying freely over the ground upside down.
The spider attached her feet to the web, tethering her over and over until there was no chance of her breaking it even with her most energetic of struggles. Sure of its work, the spider returned to her legs, its long limbs wrapping around her form as it began to circle her. The spider pressed its spinnerets to her knees, gluing a second sheet to the first and continued. It wandered over her form, the silk wrapping over the hem of her tight skirt, shrouding the black clothing in an opaque white. It moved lower, the silk tightening around her waist and accentuating her hourglass figure.
Carol was out of breath. She pant heavily as she hung there, the blood rushing to her head. She could do nothing but watch and let out a small cry every few moments between breaths. Carol watched as the spider crawled over her breasts and reached forth for her arms. It grabbed onto them, and pulled them upward, lifting them up and to her sides before it wrapped them in silk, binding her arms in place. After a few more turns over her body, all that remained was her head. The cocoon around her began to dry, turning a pure white that obscure her body beneath.
Carol looked into the eyes of the spider as it descended toward her head. In a last ditch effort she pleaded to it, begging it to let her go, but she was quickly silenced as a swath of silk wrapped over her lips, sealing them closed. She let out a soft muffled cry into her gag, and close her eyes as the spider’s silk wrapped over her eyes, the last vision she would ever have. Finally her hair disappeared beneath the cocoon, leaving only her sexy, curvatious form writhing about shrouded in white.