..I was drooling. We chatted awhle and I was soooo hard thinking about all the things he said he would do with me. I was in luv with the idea of being... tied, punished hard and used like a fucktoy for his amusement.After a few weeks chatting and feeling comfortable I decided I wanted to make my fantasty a reality. MasterRobert did not seem giddy, just matter of fact said "Of course you want me to use you, you are a weak sissycunt"His words were so true, I am a weak sissy, I belong on my knees. Out then in, out then in, that hard shaft spearing my poor pussy, I felt tears on my cheeks, but I could only just stay where I was…The man kept ramming himself harder and deeper inside of me and this left me numb. My head was spinning as the thick black cock of the second guy; who continued to saw in and out of my mouth, bruising her lips as they were crushed against my teeth.I was moving my body, really trying to ease the pain of his invasive thrusts, but this in fact only adding pleasure to. Mom and Sanjay were sweating so much that it looked like they had come out of a steam bath and mom was moaning heavily ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! Fuck ya! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy fuck it harder. Fuck it. It was 5am in the morning Anil cummed twice in mom’s mouth. They were still fucking, I fell asleep. Seema carried me to the other room and we slept then. Sanjay and Anil fucked Mom till 7am and they also slept.From that day onwards everyone in his family started liking mom very much. She was. Nest mates?Cell?What the fuck?Terror grips me as I scramble to put sense to my environment. I feel eight arm/legs. Shards of chitin litter my cell. There's only one answer that fits reality-- I'm a bleeding spider, and I've just pupated.gasp. gasp. gasp. Calm down, dammit. I rub my legs over my ovipostor, getting used to my size and proportions. Concepts and information boil up at me out of my brain: I' a five-foot-tall, twelve-foot-wide freaking spider. The game. Consensual reality. Damn! I'm.