“Olga”. Your name. A command.

“You fancy yourself the spider, toying with the flies who so willingly ensnare themselves in your web”. A pause. You hold a captured breath. “I am no such fly”.

………….

You feel him step towards you - aggressively. You feel the length of his body against you as his hand pulls your hips towards him. He’s going to consume you. You are his. He bites at your neck, a stiff cock presses against your lower back. You’re paralyzed as if his venom were coursing through your veins. You feel your lips parted, a hand reaching for your clit - now exposed, ready to be devoured. You’re completely helpless as he toys with you, his prey. You bend forwards, lifting your ass, wanting to satisfy his hunger. You feel his cock slide down, a stiffening appendage ready to penetrate you, inject its juices inside you as he feeds on you.

You’re drunk, drugged. Swimming in his desire, his will, struggling to breath as you slip beneath the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His hand toying with your clit like a bird with a spider, his cock, hard, pressing against you. You’re lost. You don’t know up from down. Your skin burns. Your mind is awash in your senses, engorging itself on the signals coming from your cunt as his fingers find their way inside, his palm putting pressure on your swollen clit.

You’re dripping with desire. You lean forward with your hands outstretched knowing the glass of the window is in front of you. You tilt your hips offering yourself to him, desperate for him to consume you and discard your hollow husk as he wishes.

His hands move to your waist, your hips. Time stops. Agony. Anticipation. Intent. Emptiness. I’m here. Take me. Fuck.

Then.

Oh god.

You feel it.

You feel it push aside your lips.

Slow.

Deep.

Fuck.

“You’re mine now, Olga”.

Harder.

Pleasure. Pain. Fear. Desire. Everything. Too much. Too much.

More.

Your legs tremble. He’s taking you. His cock. Oh fuck.

His hands on your hips. Strong. Powerful. Pulling you down on him as his cock thrusts into you. Oh god.

Pulses of pleasure. Throbbing. Wet. Lost. I need to breathe. Oh fuck.

Spasms. Your death throes. His hands pulling you. His cock, a hungry beak in your carapace. Consumed. Gasps.

Your cunt grabs onto him. Don’t go. You’re not done with me.

It’s throbbing. You feel it. Yes. More. More. Fuck me. Use me.

Your cunt quivers around him as he drains himself deep inside of you. Your head collapses. Breath. Panting. He stills, satisfied. Breathe.

Your limbs are heavy, your knees weak. You fall to your knees, lie on the cold floor, head pressed against the window. It’s death. A dream of death. Sleep.