“… an Arachman, a species that dwell in caves and cavern,” the witch introduced to the six-armed, bipedal monster that stepped into the light. Black-skinned, long, slender arms branched out of a single pair of shoulder sockets. It had two pairs of sinister red eyes, but the main core of his body appeared very human-like. As soon as the multi-eyed freak caught sight of his opponent, a sudden yearning feeling took control of his body. Immediately, the Arachman appeared to be chewing bubble gum in his mouth as it leaped ten meters into the air before shooting a spreading strand of black web towards the ceiling. With its six arms, it climbed quickly towards the upper surface before clinging onto the ceiling like an actual spider.
Kyra had her eyes locked up at the creature that agilely reached the incredibly high ceiling, unsure what to do next. The red-eyed freak seemed to be observing its prey, wondering what the fragile-looking girl was capable of. In order to test out its foe, the Arachman shot out a strand of black web towards the girl.
Clumsily, the princess widened her eyes and ran linearly in a random direction, evading the sticky strand that linked between the ground and the ceiling, revealing the incredible length and strength that these webs were capable of. Soon, Kyra was getting the gist of her opponent. If she so much as touches the web, she was doomed. Now that the Arachman determined the general speed of its prey, it dropped down from above, hanging from a strand of web as it bungee jumped right above the brunette.
The girl didn’t even look at her opponent, simply running for her life. However, all of sudden, several pairs of hands grabbed her from behind, gripping her by the waist and hooking her beneath the armpits. In incredible speed, the Arachman carried and lifted the girl off the ground, climbing up its strand of web with the remaining pair of arms. Kyra kicked her legs initially before remaining obediently still when the height from the ground exceeded her comfort zone. Even if she escaped, a fall from this height would kill her.
Soon, the two ‘combatants’ reached the very peak and center of the dome-shaped ceiling. Clinging onto the surface, the Arachman spit out webs to link between the center point of the ceiling to the princess’s bounded wrists. Letting go of its prey, the princess dropped down a few meters as her weight pulled down the strand of web. The sudden drop caused her to yelp, but then, she remained fearfully silent, gazing the sheer distance from the floor below. Suspended a hundred meters above, Kyra hung there with her wrists bounded above her head, trapped in that terrifying spot.
The slender creature pushed off with its hind legs as if to pounce on the girl from above. The Arachman clung onto the victim from behind. A pair of arms grabbed onto the web, and a pair of legs wrapped around the princess’s waist with the feet coiling further around her inner thighs, dangerously close to her crotch.
Kyra felt her opponent hugging her from behind at her blind-spot and panicked when the additional weight caused them to stretch the web even more, dropping another few meters down. Creepy black arms slid across her body with hands converging to her front. She was utterly helpless and defenseless when the upper pair of hands gripped onto the cloth of her bathrobe, slowly pulling the overlapping cloth at her chest outwards. A gasp escaped out of her, “W-what a-re you doing?” She began to writhe with her hands clenching into fists. The audience paid even closer attention at the wench.
Meanwhile, the lower pair of hands went to untie the white fabric belt which was what secured the bathrobe in place. The Arachman tugged onto the belt and tossed it away, revealing a gap of skin at the centerline of the girl’s body. A desperate look grew on Kyra’s face, “Y-you don’t understand! I’m not wearing anything beneath it!” Just to confirm her words, the upper pair of arms violently pulled the robe outwards, revealing the pearl-colored bra that kept her shapely breasts in place along with her tender, healthy midriff. Even her pearl-colored underwear was shown.
An uproar of encouragement sounded from the audience, cheering for the wonderful spectacle that was presented to them. Ravenous, hungry eyes gawked at the princess’s body with perverted minds fantasizing in keeping such a girl to themselves.
Kyra’s eyes widened fearfully when the hands slipped behind her back, undoing the clips that held her bra in place, “W-wait a minute! Y-you can’t! D-d-don’t do that!” Before her eyes, another important piece of cloth was tossed aside as her well-developed breasts were openly presented to public eyes. Just as she was about to scream, her mouth was suddenly invaded with a kiss, “MMMM?” The Arachman’s upper hands groped the pair of breasts as the lower hands slipped beneath the girl’s underwear, thrusting several fingers into her genital. At the very least, the princess tried to squeeze her legs together, but the creature that was piggybacking on her used its legs to separate them.
This was humiliating. Not only was her body being sexually abused and shown to thousands of witnesses but her first kiss was now stolen. But can this really be caused a kiss? Her lips were never touched; it was the inside of her mouth that was being tainted with sticky black webbings. By the time the Arachmon retreated its head, Kyra was gagged, unable to make a verbal noise.
“MMMM! MM! MMHH! MMMM! Mmmhhh!” She continued on resisting by tensing up her body, mentally rebelling against the inappropriate and unforgiveable activities that this monster was doing. Her eyebrows furrowed, giving a look of hatred, but there was a simple way to fix that.
The Arachaman’s third pair of arms went over and to tickle the girl’s exposed armpits. With her hanging in such a manner, these lovely, smooth, tender, pits were just begging to be stroked upon repeatedly. The massage on her breasts suddenly became a tickle assault, stroking rapidly across her soft pair of round bundles of nerves with her nipples being given special treatment. The hands that were busy at her crotch moved out of her underwear and began to tickle her midriff, sides, and bellybutton.
Kyra lost her freedom to give a disapproving face and was reluctant to give a happy look through mumbling laughter. She even lost her freedom to tense up her body as her ultra-ticklish skin forced her muscles to flinch and twist chaotically.
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