The nest pulsed like a living thing around him, every strand vibrating with hunger and heat. The cocoon that held him was no longer just a prison—it had become an altar. And he, the offering. His breath came in ragged gasps through the slick silk gag, chest rising and falling as the air grew thick with the musk of spider lust.

He could feel them before he saw them: the tremors in the web as the brood stirred, their legs skittering closer. One by one, the spider-women emerged from the dim glow, their bodies shimmering with venom-slick patterns, eyes glowing like tiny molten lanterns. They circled him like predators who had tasted blood and craved more.

"Still alive, little morsel?" one purred, crouching so her fangs grazed his cheek. Her breath reeked of venom and nectar, sweet and rotting at the same time. He tried to jerk away, but the cocoon cinched tighter, constricting his ribs until every breath felt stolen.

Another voice slithered in from behind. "Look at him tremble… so helpless… so hard." Her clawed finger traced down his abs, stopping at the base of his cock, which jutted proudly through the torn webbing. It throbbed angrily, veins bulging from the venom they had pumped into his system earlier. His balls looked swollen, aching with a need he didn't want but couldn't deny.

The first spider knelt between his legs, her glistening slit already drooling nectar onto the silk below. She didn't ask. She just shoved herself down on him with a wet, obscene squelch that echoed through the chamber. The web vibrated wildly as she slammed her hips down, milking him with frantic, greedy thrusts.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Her thick, spongy thighs clapped against him while his muffled screams vibrated against the gag. The venom made everything sharper—her heat felt like molten honey coating his shaft, every squeeze of her inner walls dragging his soul closer to ruin.

"Don't finish yet," another hissed, crawling up his chest and cupping his chin with claws sharp enough to draw blood. "He's not just for you." She dug her nails into his cheeks and pried his mouth open, stuffing her slick fingers inside. Venom dripped onto his tongue, burning sweet and bitter at once. He gagged and thrashed, but she held firm, watching his eyes glaze over as the toxin rewired him from man to plaything.

Another spider mounted his face before he could breathe, her glistening folds slapping against his nose and mouth. She ground down viciously, smearing slick nectar across his skin. His muffled gag turned into a gurgle as her juices poured past his lips, drowning him in a flood of heat and musk. Her claws tangled in his hair, yanking his head back as she rode him like a beast.

The nest erupted into chaos. Dozens of hands, claws, and legs crowded around him—stroking, grabbing, spreading him wider than he thought his body could go. One bit into his shoulder hard enough to make his vision flash white, venom flooding the wound as a reward and a curse. His cock jerked violently inside the first spider, painting her womb with thick ropes of cum that made her moan in triumph.

But they didn't stop.

The first one slid off, and another took her place instantly, slamming herself down on his still-hard cock with a shriek of bliss. Squish! Schlp! Slap! Her body rippled as she used him like a piston, her claws leaving bloody streaks across his thighs. Others clung to the cocoon, jerking at the silk strands so they vibrated like taut strings, sending shudders up his spine.

"More venom," one commanded. A spider with long, glistening fangs leaned over his neck and sank them in, pumping heat straight into his veins. His cock turned purple, fat, and angry—glistening with cum but still rock solid. He whimpered into the gag, body betraying him as his hips jerked upward to meet every brutal thrust.

"Drink it, pet," the one on his face growled, shoving herself down until he choked. "Swallow or suffocate." His throat convulsed, gulping down the syrupy venom mixed with her slick as his vision blurred and his ears filled with the pounding rhythm of their hips.

They were painting him in their lust now—thick nectar dripping onto his chest, strands of web sticking to his sweaty skin, his own cum spilling in obscene gushes down his legs. He was more fluid than flesh, a wet, squirming centerpiece for their endless feast.

When they flipped him onto his stomach, the web creaked under the strain. Claws shredded part of the cocoon, just enough to bare his ass. Cold silk brushed against his stretched hole before something hot, hard, and ridged pushed inside without warning. He screamed into the gag, body jolting violently as they filled him from both ends. His cock was buried in one spider's cunt while another shoved her ovipositor-like appendage deep into his ass, pumping venom and something thicker inside him.

His mind shattered in that moment—heat, pain, ecstasy all blurred into a single screaming note of sensation. They weren't just fucking him. They were remaking him. Filling him, branding him, weaving him into their brood.

When the climax came, it wasn't his alone. Dozens of shrill moans rose in chorus as spiders milked him dry—thick seed spilling into hungry wombs, over swollen clits, dripping into the web until the whole chamber smelled like sin. His cock spasmed one last time, shooting a final rope that painted the belly of the spider straddling him, and then it softened, twitching weakly as his body sagged against the sticky threads.

But the brood wasn't finished. They purred and cooed as they worked, spinning fresh silk around his legs, his hips, his chest—wrapping him tighter than before, binding him into a glossy cocoon that gleamed with cum and venom. Only his cock and his face remained exposed, wet and twitching, the perfect lure for the next wave.

One leaned close, her voice a poisonous whisper against his ear.

"Rest now, pretty prey. When you wake… you'll be ours forever."

The web trembled as more bodies climbed in, and his vision faded to black under the suffocating heat of their lust. The nest pulsed on, alive and hungry, and his muffled moans were just the first note in an endless song of ruin.

The air inside the cavern was thick with musk, humid and sticky, clinging to his skin like the webbing that cocooned his legs. The chorus of hissing voices echoed, reverberating through the hollow chamber, crawling down his spine like icy fingers. The nest was alive—shifting, breathing, pulsing with desire—and Allen was no longer a man. He was a trophy, an altar, a living feast for the brood.

The first wave of ecstasy had long since drowned his mind, but the next crashed over him without mercy. One spider woman straddled his hips, her plump black abdomen looming behind her as her tight, dripping slit devoured his cock. Her claws dug into his chest for balance, leaving shallow cuts that leaked blood only to be sealed by silk. Her moans vibrated against his jaw as her fangs grazed his neck, sinking lightly, just enough to inject more venom. His veins burned; his cock throbbed, swollen beyond human limits, veiny and flushed dark like it wasn't even his anymore. Precum poured from him in an endless stream, slicking her folds and the threads beneath them.

He tried to speak—tried to beg, maybe, or curse—but the gag of webbing held tight between his teeth, sticky and unyielding. His muffled grunts only made them laugh. The matron loomed behind the writhing bodies, her eight legs tapping on the webbed floor as she whispered commands.

"Don't let him rest… not a second… bleed him dry."

"Yes, Matron," the brood chorused in breathless hunger.

A second female crawled onto his face, pushing the first aside just enough to plant her glistening sex against his mouth. She ground down without care, her thighs squeezing his skull as her nectar smeared his cheeks and chin. He gagged when the thick taste hit his tongue—bitter and sweet, laced with venom—but she didn't care. She pulled the gag aside only to shove her juices deeper into his mouth, riding his tongue until he choked and coughed into her cunt.

"Drink, male… drink all of it…" she hissed, claws tangling in his hair, jerking his head against her like he was just another appendage. His throat bulged as he swallowed, sputtering when more dripped down his chin.

The spider fucking his cock screeched as she climaxed, her walls squeezing so hard it felt like they'd crush him. His hips bucked helplessly, ropes of cum pumping into her even as his cock ached from overuse. But there was no reprieve. She slid off, dripping white down her thighs and onto the web below, and another immediately took her place, impaling herself with a guttural moan. Her claws dug into his thighs, pinning him while her abdomen twitched in greedy rhythm.

The venom spread deeper now, twisting his senses. Every touch was fire, every sound thunder. His vision blurred, but the shadows writhed and whispered like living things. He wasn't sure if he was hearing voices or his own thoughts. Mine… all mine… breed… fill… The words slithered in his skull as warm silk wrapped tighter around his torso, threading across his ribs, pinning his arms until only his hips and head were free.

The matron moved closer, her massive body dwarfing them all. She lowered herself above him, mandibles clicking in cruel delight as she stroked his face with her claws. Her voice dripped venom sweeter than honey.

"You've been so… generous," she purred, watching as another broodling gripped his cock like a handle, jerking him to full hardness again while her sister straddled him. "So strong. So… fertile." Her tongue—long, black, and slick—slid across his jaw and down his throat before curling back. "But we're not finished. No… not until every egg in this nest is heavy with you."

The brood shrieked in unison, a sound that shook the webbed chamber. Dozens of legs skittered closer. Bodies pressed against him from every side—soft breasts, hard chitin, claws tracing his skin as if carving him into memory. A slick appendage—long and thin like a probing finger—slid between his ass cheeks, teasing his hole while another broodling nipped at his nipples with sharp fangs. He writhed, arching, choking on moans that sounded almost inhuman.

His cock was a weapon and a curse now, jerking against its restraints, aching for release even as it trembled from exhaustion. The spider riding him slammed down harder, juices splattering onto his thighs with wet slap-slap-slap sounds that echoed like obscene music. She howled as she came, clawing bloody marks into his hips before being pulled off by another desperate sister. They fought over him like beasts, shoving and biting each other, black hair flying, chitin clicking.

The matron watched, amused, then clicked her mandibles. The fighting stopped instantly. "Line up," she hissed, and they obeyed, forming a writhing, dripping queue of lust. "Each of you will take what you need. And when he begs to stop…" Her grin widened, fangs gleaming. "You'll ignore him."

Allen's eyes widened, but his voice was still gagged by silk. The venom burned hotter now, pumping his cock like it had a mind of its own. He could feel every thread of the web like it was part of his flesh. He wasn't just trapped—he was theirs, body and soul, a breeding toy until nothing was left.

The first in line mounted him with a feral cry, slamming down to the hilt in one brutal thrust. He screamed into the gag as the rest swarmed, hands stroking, mouths sucking at his chest, his thighs, even his toes. The probing appendage slid deeper between his cheeks, pressing, stretching, teasing until it breached him with a slick pop. He convulsed, tears spilling from his eyes as pleasure and agony crashed together in a storm that shattered thought.

And through it all, the matron's whisper coiled around his mind like silk: You are ours now… forever…

The sound of wet flesh, skittering legs, and guttural moans drowned the cavern as the nest feasted on him—not for blood, but for seed, for domination, for the endless, burning need that would never be sated.

And Allen, bound and broken in silk and venom, could only obey.