SUCCUBUS RANCH

 

Chapter Six

 

Twenty-five years had been a long time for being a fool, but Mark had grown used to it after so long. At 17, he failed to step up as a man and take the responsibility for being the father of the child he had fathered. He wasn’t a legal “dead-beat dad” since he paid the mandatory child support to his son’s mother. However, due to the stipulations in the court order, he was not allowed custody or visitation rights, as his long since ex-girlfriend was 20 at the time of the conception and he was still considered a minor.

 

As he grew older, and became engrossed in his work, Mark never saw reason to pursue finding his son and be the father figure the boy would need. Instead, he focused on his work and a little something he thought would come in handy later in life.

 

Mark looked at the small house from the street and took a deep sigh before putting his best foot forward. It had been 25 years since the birth of his son, and today, he would finally get to see the young man he had grown up to become. After knocking on the door, Mark stood nervously on the stoop and waited for the face he’d been waiting years to get a chance to see. He knew that if this wasn’t a good meeting, then his “Plan S.R.,” as he has begun to call it, would begin.

 

When the door opened, Mark was not expecting the sight that was before him. It was like someone had put a magic mirror on the other side of the door, one that would show the person looking into it to see themselves nearly 20 years younger.

 

“Can I help you?” asked the man standing at the door.

 

“I’m sorry,” Mark stammered. “I think I have the wrong house.”

 

“Wait,” the man called out to him as Mark turned to leave. When he turned to look at the young man, his heart leaped into the throat at thoughts of finally getting to hug the young man that was his son. “You’re my father, aren’t you?”

 

“I…I…. Yes, I am,” Mark replied, looking down at the ground. “But I…I don’t belong here. I’m going to go.”

 

“Wait just a minute,” said the young man again. “You came all the way here to see me, at least have the decency to let me show you around.”

 

Mark smiled at this offer and looked at the man, seeing a smile on his face as well.

 

“Come on in,” he said, holding the door open for his father.

 

As Mark entered the small house, he found that the home was much better decorated than his own small one room apartment. Looking around, the younger version of himself just smiled at him, letting the father see that the young man had been doing well with his life.

 

“As you can see, and as I’m guessing you wanted to make sure of, I am doing well in my life,” he told Mark. “I own this house, at least I will when I pay off the home loan in 20 years. I’ve graduated college with a Masters in Business and working in an old company that’s still growing. I’ve even got my own office where I hang my diplomas, along with pictures of mom and my fiancee. After a little over one and a half years, I’m making over 45 thousand dollars a year and looking forward to a raise in the next six months.”

 

“Wow,” Mark replied, looking around the nice home and all the new electronics and other equipment. “I had hoped you would do well, but I had never guessed that…”

 

“No, you wouldn’t have guessed, would you?” asked the young man, interrupting Mark. “Why would the man who gave me life but never wanted to be a part of it, expect me to do any good with that life?”

 

Mark turned and saw the younger version of himself was no longer smiling.

 

“You were never there for me,” he kept talking. “You never did anything for me but send a small amount of money for my mother to use to try and give me a decent life. After two horrible step-fathers who treated me as the bastard son, she finally found a good man that truly took care of us and I have come to know as Dad, unlike you.

 

“I have always wondered if and when you would come find me and I am glad that you finally did, too. I have wondered for years, especially on the nights when I was bruised from a drunken step-father’s beating, why my real father never came to rescue me. But, now that I’m grown and no longer need you, I’m very glad to see you in person.

 

“You, Mark, are only my father, and nothing more to me. You have never been and never will be a man I can or will call Dad. You are nothing more to me than a man I pass on the street with little thought as to who you are or what your life is like. I know you wanted to see that I have done well, and as you can see, I have. Now, I would like you to leave, and never come back to see me again.”

 

Mark’s head quickly dropped along with his shoulders. Without a word, he turned toward the door, and stepped out of his son’s life once more. He turned to offer a handshake and an envelope, but his son had just closed the door in his face and Mark clearly heard the dead bolt lock him out for good.

 

Walking back to the street, he started walking away, back toward the main road that ran through the heart of Vegas. As soon as he reached a convenient store, Mark called a taxi and waited for it to show up. When he climbed in, he gave driver two locations.

 

“Hey, pal, I can take you to the post office easy, but Succubus Ranch is out of my distance, unless you have the money for my time, the gas, a bite to eat on the way, and one massive tip,” the driver told him.

 

Mark pulled out of his inside pocket a roll of $20 bills and showed the driver through the plexi-glass partition.

 

“That’ll get us there,” Mark told him, then held up another bundle, this time of $50 dollar bills, “and that will get you back.”

 

At the post office, Mark paid for a stamp and handed the addressed envelope to the clerk behind the counter with a special wish. The clerk pulled out a yellow sticky piece of paper and wrote the date of seven days from that point and put it on the envelope. Mark watched this and thanked the clerk before going back to his taxi and climbing into the back.

 

During the four hour drive, the driver droned on about how his fellow drivers aren’t going to believe this fare he had picked up and many other sites that were available for Mark when they returned to Vegas if he wanted the driver to take him anywhere else. When they pulled into the almost full parking lot, the driver started looking for a place to park the car, but Mark tapped on the partition separating them.

 

“Don’t bother parking, my friend,” he told him. “I won’t need a ride back.” He then handed through the small opening the bundle of 50’s and climbed out of the car and stood looking across the parking lot at the steps up to the small southern style home.

 

As the taxi drove out of the parking lot, Mark walked toward the building. Along the way, he met a man; and it wasn’t the man he was expecting to meet here.

 

“Mark, you don’t want to do this,” the aged, wizened man said to him. “I know you’re in pain but it will pass, if you just let it.”

 

The old man’s eyes seemed to gleam behind the white bangs. Mark stared into them as best as he could and thought he might be looking into eternity before the man blinked. Taking a step back, Mark looked the old man up and down. As if he was expecting it, Mark wasn’t surprised to find the man was wearing a long flowing bright white robe. Even in darkening light of the coming night and the dark colors of the neon sign, it seemed to emit its own light.

 

“Don’t do it, Mark. He still loves you. He just needs time to find that love.”

 

“What the fuck do you know about it?” Mark yelled at the old man, his anger suddenly coming out at the mention of his son. “You don’t know shit about what I’m feeling or what has happened all these years. You’ll never know what I’ve been through or suffered because of all of this. I’m done with it and all I want is to get a ‘happy ending’, for once.”

 

Walking past the man and quickly toward the stairs of the Ranch, he began to laugh at the joke he just made. He’d had several “happy endings” at massage parlors before they were shut down, but if what he’d heard about Succubus Ranch, he was about to see what a true “happy ending” really was; and it wasn’t going to be a simple hand job, either.

 

Mark took the steps quickly; two at a time, feeling a great weight begin to bear down on him as he climbed. When he reached the porch, he dragged his feet across the wooden floor to the door and raised his hand to knock. Before his knuckles could swing forward, the door opened and he was a little surprised to see the person standing before him.

 

Mark had stumbled across the Succubus Ranch on the internet and thought about visiting it several times over the years; but he never had the money thanks to his future plans to come by and visit. After a lot of research from other visitors and news articles that the Succubus Ranch had appeared in, Mark expected the co-owner of the brothel, Jason, to open the door, as everyone always described would happen.

 

“Welcome to Succubus Ranch, Mark,” said the delicate, seductive and arousing voice of Maradith, the other co-owner of the Ranch. “We’ve been expecting you.”

 

At the sound of her voice, the weight lifted off Mark’s shoulders and he willingly walked across the threshold into the lair he knew it to be.

 

“How did you know I was coming?” he asked, turning to look at the beautiful woman closing the door.

 

“We have our ways, of course,” she told him, looking him up and down. “You’re really going to enjoy your time here, I promise you that.”

 

“I just want to state up front that I …,” he started

 

“We know you know, Mark,” came a man’s voice behind him. Mark turned and saw who he guessed from the descriptions to be Jason Maurice, co-owner of the Ranch, walking toward him. “Like Maradith said, we have our ways; and we plan to make sure you enjoy yourself. They aren’t as bad as you might think they are, you know.”

 

“But you kill,” he said, looking at Jason, not wanting to fall sway under Maradith’s beauty too quickly.

 

“Not here, we don’t,” Jason said. “It’s the reason we started the Ranch; so that we can live and survive without taking life in the process. Enough people come here to keep those living under this roof alive and happy and those that visit are none the worse for wear, emotionally at least, when they leave. Some do wish for a bit of S&M, and those suffer the pain that they can bear; but everyone enjoys their visit here.”

 

“What about the disappearances and deaths of some of your visitors after they’ve been here,” Mark asked.

 

“Those are the ones that wish to stay, or have tried to force themselves into situations they have no right to force on us,” Jason continued. “No one truly dies here, Mark, I can promise you that. But why talk about them. You’re here for your own time, right?”

 

Mark looked down at the floor, thinking about what his son had just told him, and feeling the anguish he had felt over the past 20 years and pain of his hope being destroyed by his son’s words.

 

“Yes, I’m here for that reason.”

 

“Good,” Maradith said, her arm sliding around Mark’s waist as she stepped to his side. “That settles the payment, now to just make sure you enjoy what you are paying for, and I can see already what that will be. Jason, I think Rachel has a customer to last her for awhile.”

 

Mark looked up at Maradith as a picture came to his mind, wondering how that had suddenly popped into it. As he stared into Maradith’s eyes, he felt the picture morph and start to take on a three-dimensional form inside his head. As the woman’s face in his mind cleared, Mark knew he was seeing a full view of who, or what, Rachel was.

 

“How did you know and how is it possible?” he asked.

 

“I’m a succubus, Mark, but you already knew that,” Maradith whispered, her lips nearing his. “And, in this house, all things that give pleasure are possible.”

 

Mark felt his body react to the lust that exploded in him as Maradith’s lips connected with his. The erection that had begun from the moment of hearing her voice rose to full strength and strained to go over the edge. The world seemed to spin beneath and around him, his body aching at the pull by something that he wasn’t all too sure was the succubus Maradith and her kiss. Finally, his feet felt like they were on solid and stable ground again just as the kiss came to an end.

 

“You’re absolutely delicious, Mark,” spoke a different voice.

 

Mark’s eyes opened and found the woman that Maradith had projected into his mind. Long wavy red hair fell from her head and down around her shoulders. The edges of her hair touched the top of the cleavage that the shiny green silk bustier she was wearing bared for her. Before his eyes could travel any further south, the woman spoke with her musical voice again.

 

“I know. It’s shocking for our guest in your situation sometimes. But it’s the best way to grant the wishes that you wish for.”

 

“I don’t understand,” Mark said, barely able to keep his brain thinking on the conversation with so much blood rushing to his hard member.

 

“You will,” she said, sliding her hands up Marks chest and around his neck. With no resistence, he leaned into her and returned her kiss with vigor. The woman’s body pressed against his as Mark slid his own hands around her slim waist and pulled tight.

 

As their tongues warred with each other, Mark felt her hands grab the back of his shirt and begin to pull at it. When he tried to pull away from her so he could unbutton it, she pulled him tight again, then raked her fingernails across his back. He heard the fabric rip under the attention and the cool air play across his exposed, but undamaged, skin.

 

Her hands began to caress his back, holding him tight in her embrace. Her mouth raped his with her tongue. Mark began to grow worried that she was going to suck his soul out through his mouth without getting any physical satisfaction. As soon as this thought crossed his mind, she pulled back some and giggled into her palm.

 

“I’m sorry,” she smiled at him. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I’m just trying to get you ready for Rachel.”

 

“You’re not Rachel,” Mark asked through quick breaths as he tried to calm himself down.

 

“You saw Rachel in your mind,” she said. “Do I look like her?”

 

The redhead stepped back and Mark could finally look down past the bustier. Her long toned two legs were covered in red stockings that perfectly matched her hair color. Green high heeled shoes set off the red so well. Looking back up at the woman’s face, he noticed for the first time that her eyes were as emerald green as her bustier and shoes.

 

“In a way, you do, but not completely,” he said, but he wouldn’t mind being with this woman either.

 

“Well, Rachel and I are twins,” the redhead said, stepping back up to Mark. “At least, we were twins before we chose to remain here and take separate styles.” Her hands came to the top of his pants and began to undo his belt buckle and buttons. “I’m to get you ready for her. It’s sometimes a shock for those that want her, even if they know what to expect.”

 

Mark’s cock rose to full erection and leaped out of his underwear as they and his pants fell to the floor. The woman then pressed her body against Mark’s now nude form and the silk rubbed against his stomach as her hard nipples tried to pierce his chest.

 

“Now, I get to play with you some before Rachel gets her fangs in you.”

 

With that, the redhead’s leg quickly wrapped around Mark’s thigh and she rose up on her toes then lowered her dripping wet cunny onto his erect member. He felt her pussy’s lips touch the head of his cock and then move on their own, as if spreading wide and reaching down his member before she lowered herself on him.

 

As soon as the head was between her lips, he felt the suction that he’d read about in stories along with the grabbing lips as they reached, tightened around and pulled him ever deeper into her hungry sex. When she reached his base, he could still feel the lips trying to reach further down, tickling his balls.

 

When her other leg rose up to wrap around his opposite side, Mark lost his balance and fell backwards, his hands grabbing the firm ass and his mind too wrapped up in the pleasure to care about the hard floor that he was about to land on.

 

It didn’t register in his mind that the hard floor never did impact his back or head, but something very springy and slightly sticky did. His brain was shutting down as his body began to react to the woman bouncing atop him, her sex pulling at his cock and urging him to what was going to be a phenomenal orgasm.

 

As he neared the orgasm, the redhead dropped hard onto his cock and just ground her pelvis against his. Her labia continued to try and suck his entire body through their tiny opening as the soft internal membranes manipulated, massaged and pulled his dick as deep as it would go. Mark tried as hard as he could to make the pleasure last, but when he looked up into the face of what had to be a succubus riding him and saw her hungry gaze upon him, he lost all control.

 

His cum shot deep into her body, and his hips thrust several times, trying to get even deeper than his body would go. The succubus above him continued to grind as her body sucked harder at his member, pulling the orgasm out of him.

 

When his balls felt empty, the redhead lowered her body atop his and rested her arms on his chest, her hands on Mark’s shoulders. She lay there for a second, her face in his neck, just relaxing, as Mark’s body slowly recovered from the immense pleasure she had given him. Even though he knew what she was, he was still surprised that his dick remained hard inside her soft, sensual tunnel. After a few minutes, she raised her head and looked down at his face.

 

“Rachel will be with you soon, now that I’ve weakened you too much to really fight her,” she said. “She likes it when her prey resists a little; but in the end, they are always willing to give her all she wants.”

 

With that, Mark watched the redhead rise up off his tired body. When she climbed off his still raging hard-on, he could tell that her pussy very reluctantly let him go. As she rose and left his him, he let his hands slide down her trim thighs and come to rest on the soft bedding that they had landed on. As she stood on the floor, he tried to raise his head, but found that he was unable to fight the soft stickiness of the material he was lying on.

 

“What’s your name?” he asked the succubus as she turned to walk away. She turned around and looked back at him with a bit of a shocked look on her face.

 

“I’m Regina, and you’re the first man to ask me that afterward,” she said. “Most men are either too tired or just too aroused to think about anything but what was to come next.”

 

“Regina,” Mark said, trying to raise his head again, but not getting anywhere, “what am I lying on?”

 

“My web, of course,” came Regina’s voice, but from somewhere in the darkness above where his head was resting. Regina blew Mark a kiss, turned around and walked seductively into the surrounding darkness.

 

Mark tried to rise up from his entrapment, so he could follow that beautiful swaying ass and have another go with Regina. As he moved, he felt the bedding shudder around him. When he couldn’t get his head to rise anymore, he struggled with the stickiness under his legs and arms. As he tried to lift them, the feminine voice above him laughed, and Mark felt his cock react to the seductive nature of it…or was it the soft, silky touch of the material he was lying on.

 

“Trying to escape already, my little fly?” came the voice from above him. Mark suddenly caught a slight difference in that voice than Regina’s, but they sounded very similar. “Most of my prey doesn’t struggle so much after my sister has toyed with them. You’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?”

 

Mark suddenly felt a rush of fear enter his body and course through his veins. He started to struggle harder on top of what he guessed really was a web. As he tried to toss and turn from side to side to break free, the web began to bounce with his efforts. Unexpectedly, his body finally rolled over, but he could still feel the web on his backside as his body came to land, face down, on another part of the web.

 

“Aww, how sweet,” came the sensual voice from above him again. “You’ve wrapped yourself up for me, already. But, as I’m sure you will agree soon enough, I can do a much better job of wrapping you tightly in my silky embrace.”

 

Once again, lying on his stomach, and bound by the sticky web, Mark’s penis jerked at the thought of being embraced in something silky. As if thinking for itself, the little head felt the soft sticky silk it was trapped in when it jerked and twitched some more. Mark suppressed his groan of pleasure, his mind trying to keep control and hoping to figure out a way from becoming a cocooned desiccated corpse, hanging from the ceiling.

 

He felt movement on the web from where the voice had come from, and his position now allowed him to look up with his eyes and slightly raise his head. What greeted his eyes first was the largest spider’s body he had ever seen, but with only four legs instead of eight. They came to hard points, each one taking easy steps on the white sticky webbing toward Mark. He was unable to bring his eyes any further up the body of the spider that was approaching him, but if the vision that Maradith had shown him, then this was actually a dryder, not a spider.

 

“Now, to do a much better job at wrapping my present up,” came the seductive voice just as the spider portion of the body reached Mark. He felt a pair of hands touch his shoulders and start to lift him up. The strength behind those arms was able to pry Mark and the webs that bound him from the rest of the web.

 

As his body rose higher, he felt a second pair of hands gently grab his arms near at the biceps. The second pair of hands gripped his lower arms, near the wrists and his hips. He saw the human portion of the dryder’s body a little at a time as he was lifted.

 

His first sight was the area where the spider portion’s hard sleek and shiny exoskeleton seemed to instantly change into a woman’s soft sensual flesh. It looked liked the top of flared hips that curved sensually into a trip waist and flat stomach. Mark noted that where her belly button should have been was a covering with four closed flaps over it. As she lifted him higher, he was greeted by her large breasts, the nipples pointing prominently from wide areoles. These too seemed to have tightly closed openings in them.

 

When he forced his eyes past the sides of her breasts, he could see that she did indeed have to sockets on each side for two sets of arms. Before he could follow the soft flesh of her arms, he was raised higher and he saw the slender neck with a large mane of red hair behind it. Then he found himself looking Rachel in the face. His mouth dropped open and his dick twitched again as Mark’s brain took in the likeness of Regina that he was staring at.

 

There were only a few slight differences, and they were quite noticeable ones, at that. The one that stood out first was the curve of six extra eyes on her forehead, all of which were red, like her hair, with dark as night pupils in the centers. Her two almost normal eyes were larger than average, but showed warmth and happiness in them. He could look into those eyes and feel his mind forgetting that it was a monster that was holding him in her grasp.

 

This nice, and somewhat arousing, thought came to a halt when Rachel stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. Mark, at first, looked at the voluptuous lips, wanting to kiss them and let their tongues play together. When she pulled her tongue back into her mouth, she opened it with a smile and showed a row of perfect white teeth. As he watched, she opened her mouth wide, and two limbs seemed to reach out from each side of her mouth toward him as a pair of needle-small fangs dropped down out of the top of her mouth.

 

Mark slammed his eye lids shut in horror, and began to struggle to escape this monster’s grasp. The hands holding him gripped just a bit tighter and the dryder gave a soft chuckle.

 

“That’s it, my prey,” she cooed, as she pulled Mark’s body closer to hers. “Squirm to escape as I make you mine.”

 

As Mark did his best to kick his feet and shake his body all about, he felt something even stickier touch his toes. He had seen plenty of spiders in their webs with larger prey do what he knew she was doing now. Still, when one of her front spider legs touched his leg, he tried to squirm even more, not knowing that his movements kept placing his legs in better position for the webbing to be wrapped tighter around them.

 

He began to grunt with the exertion, but he could feel the cocoon forming up his legs slowly, the silky, yet sticky, material feeling sensual as well as binding. When the webbing reached his mid-thigh level, Mark began to thrust his hips to fight off the monster possibly trapping his legs for good. Rachel, by her words, must have thought Mark was trying to do something else.

 

“My, aren’t you in a hurry for the nicest part,” she cooed, her breath sliding across his cheek. Mark opened his eyes and saw that she had pulled him very close to her body during his struggles and he hadn’t noticed until that point that her hard nipples were pressing into his chest. “I guess we should go ahead and show you the pleasure so you might calm down some. If you don’t, then I will have to bite you now instead of later.”

 

Mark shivered with fear, thinking of those fangs she showed him earlier sinking into his flesh, whether now or later. As his mind tried to think of a way to escape his predicament, he felt one of her hands take his still hard dick and pull it free from the webbing that had wrapped it tight to his belly. Her fingers felt soft and warm as they wrapped around his erection, caressing it like a lover would. As she stroked him, he felt her pushing it downward, causing him some discomfort; but then the head of it touched something that was warm and wet, where her hand just let it slide up and down what must have been her pussy’s lips.

 

The spider leg that had all this time still been wrapped his lower body pulled Mark forward. His mind seemed to snap from whatever was holding it to his body and flew spiraling into a realm that was filled with the most sexually pleasing feelings imaginable. Mark’s body thrust forward on its own after the initial entry of those lips, and he found himself buried in what was the best feeling vagina he had ever known…even better than Regina’s had been.

 

“That’s it, lover,” Rachel breathed into his ear, her four arms now wrapped tightly around his torso, from just above his ass, his lower back, his upper back, and around his head. “Enjoy my sexual silk as it cocoons your cock for mine and your pleasure.”

 

Mark felt her lips kiss and suckle on his earlobe, causing his body to shudder. Her mouth moved lower, off his ear and under his jaw line. She moved her lips even lower to his neck, where her tongue gave it a sensual lick. Mark groaned, holding perfectly still in this lover’s embrace that he suddenly didn’t want to escape.

 

He felt something move on his stomach, where Rachel’s stomach was pressed against his own. Her lower hands rubbed between them, one at a time, sliding something that seemed to be liquid around his sides and arms. Her spider leg began to pull and push his hips back and forth in an extremely slow motion, sliding Mark’s cock in and out of her love tunnel. As the pleasure built in him, he thought she must be enjoying the pleasure too, since he felt not only her cum seeping out and around his balls, but even her breasts seemed to be leaking.

 

His first thought that something was wrong, though it didn’t stay long as the pleasure in his groin built higher and higher, was when he felt her tongue sliding around the back of his neck and around the other side, while her sensual and sucking lips remained at the same side where her kiss had begun. He could feel the liquid on her tongue sticking to his skin, drying as the tongue moved away and around his shoulders.

 

Mark groaned as he was pushed closer and closer to orgasm, something he wanted, even though he didn’t want the pleasure of this embrace to end. He tried to move his own hips, but found that they were wrapped too tightly, but not by her spider leg. It just guided his hips movements ever so slowly. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her body and hold her as she was holding him, but his arms were bound to his sides, as well. Again, he could tell it wasn’t her arms that were holding them in place, either. He could fell them caressing his body through the softest, yet tight, material that now held him.

 

“You want me to let you cum, don’t you, my prey?” Rachel asked, her lips back at his ear. Her tongue reached out again, and began to slide around it, then over it, coating that side with the sticky saliva it was covered with.

 

“Gnn…please,” he moaned, begging as best as he could, trying as hard as he might to move his hips on his own.

 

Rachel pulled her tongue in again and pulled her head away from the side of his neck. She looked Mark straight in the face, her large eyes staring into his, now showing a lustful hunger that he had not seen there earlier.

 

“I’m almost done wrapping you nice and tight, then I’ll give you the release you came to me for,” she moaned, as his cock sank deep into her pussy again.

 

She leaned forward and kissed Mark passionately, her tongue slide softly into his mouth. Her saliva mixed with his and he tasted something with a spicy hint to it in his mouth. Her tongue slid all around the inside of his mouth, probing every part of it that could be reached. As it retreated, he thought his mouth was left filled with silk. When she pulled her lips away from his, he tried to beg for another kiss, but he found his mouth still stuck open, but full of the sticky silk that he knew his body was wrapped up in.

 

“Now,” Rachel said, showing Mark her smile again, this time her fangs dropped down and a couple of drops of venom sitting at the bottom of them. “Now, to finish your cocoon and to give you my love bite, my delicious prey.”

 

Mark tried to scream as fear gripped him, suddenly remembering that this was a spider that had him in its embrace. As he watched, she blew him a kiss and then her tongue, longer than a foot, slid out of her mouth and began to lick all over his face and head. Mark’s world was quickly nothing but darkness as the saliva solidified into her webbing.

 

He felt his body being pulled tight to hers; his cock, which had almost been pulled completely out of her pussy, was thrust deep into her body once again. Then he felt her head rest against the other side of his head, and her mouth pressing into his wrapped neck. He could feel the pressure of her grasping mouth claws wrap around his neck and then the piercing fangs puncture his neck.

 

Mark screamed into his gag at the pain and the slow burn of the venom that was injected into his blood stream. His mind reeled at the thought that his entire insides were about to be melted away by the acidic poisons she was injecting him; but his body, thanks to the rush of fear, ejaculated with a release he had never felt before.

 

Not wanting to think of the pain or his impending death, Mark let himself sink into the pleasure of orgasm, and moaned with the pleasure of it. His body was still held tightly to the dryder succubus, her nipples still pressing into his chest through the cocoon she had wrapped him in. Mark lost himself in the bliss that was rising from his crotch, and felt that part of him was being released into her womb that wasn’t really his cum. His mind shut down with the pleasure overload, and his body continued to inject the dryder’s pussy as she continued to inject him with her poison.

 

Mark came around some time later, but he didn’t know how long it had been. He was exhausted, and his body felt weak; but Mark did notice that his arms were no longer at his sides. Moving his head as far as he could, and looking through the fog that his mind was still wrapped in from the pleasure that still hung there, he could see that he was above the ground, hanging in another web with his arms splayed out wide, along with his legs spread apart.

 

“Mmm…my prey is awake for more,” Rachel said from behind him. At the sound of her voice, Mark’s traitorous dick twitched with anticipation and began to rise for the occasion.

 

He felt her arms slide around him; dragging moisture like that he had felt inside her pussy earlier sliding along his skin. Everywhere it touched his skin, his pores sang with pleasure. As her hands reached his chest, and caressed his nipples, Mark arched his back; letting his head lay back on what must have been Rachel’s shoulder. She turned her head and kissed his willing parted lips.

 

Her hands continued to rub a thin layer of her pussy’s cocooning silk along his skin, her spider abdomen rising from between Mark’s legs. She broke off the kiss and moved her kisses back to his neck. He felt just a slight twinge of fear of her fangs sinking in again, but his dick leaped to near full erection at the memory of the orgasm he had last time.

 

One of her hands reached down and rubbed the pussy juice/webbing along his shaft as the spider abdomen rose to where he could see the underside of it and the very tip with a slight opening to it. As he watched, the filament tips moved in a manner that, before his previous orgasm, Mark would have thought it grotesque. But, the pink that was hidden underneath them kept showing through, and Mark knew what was going to happen before Rachel told him.

 

“I’m going to slide you in there, and it’s going to be so sticky, you won’t be able to come out of it again until there is nothing left,” she whispered seductively into his ear. “My pussy silk is going to cause you to keep producing more and more cum and your body’s going to become my dinner when there is nothing left inside you. How do you feel about cumming to death for me, my scrumptious prey.”

 

Mark groaned before turning his head as far as he could to look directly into her eight eyes.

 

“Anything, my predator,” he groaned. “Just as long as it is for you.”

 

Mark moved his head forward and kissed her lips just as her abdomen moved into position. He felt the webbing filaments touch and caress the sensitive head of his cock, pulling it into the pink opening behind it. As she pulled him deep into her opening, Mark’s mind snapped with another touch of fear of his coming death; but this time, the fear instantly disappeared with his bidding. He couldn’t think of a better way to die.

 

Her hands spread more and more of her pussy webbing all over his body, occasionally pinching his nipples, or playing with his balls from between his legs. Mark’s body quickly reached the intensity he felt before when she fucked him, but his mind was unable to escape into darkness this time. His orgasm wracked his body with pleasure that he didn’t think anyone could ever feel and be the same again afterward. As the orgasm continued, he lost track of time or even cared if it had stopped or sped up. All he wanted was for it to never end.

 

But, deep down, he knew it would end, with his own demise. As it neared, a sudden phrase popped into his mind that the owner of the Succubus Ranch had told him upon meeting. Jason’s words sounded clear as crystal just as the blackness of his death began to take over.

 

“No one truly dies here, Mark, I can promise you that.”

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Mark’s son opened the large envelope that was delivered via secured mail. As he looked opened it, he found a short letter along with a savings book and some pictures. He looked at the piece of shit, run down trailer home with a very old and rusted pick-up truck parked outside of it. Other pictures showed the inside of the trailer was filled with pictures of Mark’s father smiling and holding a baby in them, most of the time looking at the baby in his arms.

 

The young man saw in one picture that a newspaper was lying on the dusty coffee table, which sat in front of an old, torn, battered couch that had lasted much longer than it should have. He went to his personal office and pulled out a magnifying glass, his mind questioning when these pictures were taken. To his surprise, he found that the date on the paper was just over a week ago. He quickly looked at the letter and began reading it, tears slowly welling up in his eyes.

 

“My dearest Stephen,

 

I know that if you are reading this letter, then you have told me what I was afraid to hear from you. I can’t blame you, though. If my father had been as lacking in showing love to his child as I had been, then I would feel angry with him too, especially after twenty-five years. I just hope that someday you can forgive me for my absence in your life all this time.

 

I have sent you the savings account booklet I started for you when your mother left me. I never told her about it for fear that she would have taken the money away from you and used it for her own personal gain. As you will notice, I’ve added at least $100 to it each week, when I was paid. On your birthdays, I couldn’t give you more than an extra $25, but I had hoped you would understand my lack of being able to do more.

 

The pictures are of my home and truck, along with the three acres of property that I own. I know it’s a piece of shit to look at; but for me, it has been home sweet home for so long, I can’t bear to be have anything better. Besides, the money I was making really wasn’t for me. It was for you. When I finally die, it will be yours to do with as you wish, as you are my last living relative.

 

I am sorry, my son, for not being there for you; and I really do hope that someday we can meet and maybe, at least, possibly, be friends.

 

Your loving father,

 

Mark”

 

Stephen set the letter down, looked at the envelope’s postal stamp and grabbed his cell phone. Glad he still kept the number saved as a contact, he let it auto dial the detective agency.

 

“Sarah, its Stephen. I know I told you to stop looking for my father a week ago, but I want you to look for him again. I’ve even got a place for you to start from, this time, besides just his first name. It’s the post office here in town.” He picked up the savings booklet and opened it, looking at the last entry. The words “fuck me” crossed his mind as he uttered into the phone, “Money’s no object, either.”

 

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