by Peter Loaf
The spider spinning, its silken trap
In ropes she’s tangled, sticky and tight
Late in the morning, he comes to see
Again deserted, blackness returns
The next time checking, limp as a lump
Cutting the cording, hauling her out
His stinger throbbing, pussy agape
Her eyes are rolling, showing the whites
Her juices squirting, screaming her need
Fever dream waking, hospital bed
The nurse appearing, “The saints be praised!” .
His prey entangled, her bottom slap
The fly detaining
The silk restraining
Debutant naked, in dungeon clap
Wiggle and jiggle, she tries to fight
The gag ball filling
The time she’s killing
Deep dungeon chilly, far from the light
Dungeon door opened, she needs to flee
Fingers caressing
His priestly blessing
Spider web dangled, squirting her pee
A quiet tickle, captive discerns
Something comes crawling
The thought appalling
Gag garbled screaming, spider bite burns
Goosing her pussy, she doesn’t jump
Spider bit nipples
Pussy juice dripples
His prey preparing, it’s time to hump
Her elbows gripping, no chance to pout
His rape rack waiting
His day for mating
Her ankles noosing, spread eagle rout
His glands inserting, open her drape
Her nipples swollen
Her bells are tollin’
His phallus driving, rampaging rape
Spread eagle bondage, satanic rites
Her passion driving
Her time arriving
Thunder-clap coming, a flash of lights
His dong within her, implanting seed
Orgasmic thrashing
Orgasms crashing
The spider’s captive, well fucked indeed
Wrist restraints buckled, and Father Fred
His God he’s thanking
Memory blanking
Spider bite fever, nipples still red
“We thought you gonners, the dead’s been raised!”
The Father preying
His trust betraying
Arachnid waiting, one of these days
