Maeve Part V

by ticktickboom

Maeve walked down a hall in the Flesh Fane outpost, quietly digesting a Demongut warrior. Heading to the last place she had heard Tash and Eliza, she found quite a sight. The large room was full of chains, racks, sawhorses (obviously not designed for carpentry), and complicated machines that radiated pleasure and pain in variable amounts. She saw Eliza bound to one such machine with Tash on top of her. Both seemed unconscious. Looking closer, Maeve noticed Tash had her tail in Eliza's ass, and what was easily the biggest dildo she had ever seen joined the pair at the crotch. A puddle was on the floor at Tash's feet.

Should I wake them up? Maeve wondered. Nah, they look like they need the rest. And a shower. Yeesh.

Chuckling, she made her way outside to take another look around and make sure they didn't have unwanted company. All seemed quiet. Maeve had an idea that might ruin some Demongut's day. Even if it didn't pan out, it'd give her something to do. She headed back inside, to the slave pens. Tash and Eliza had obviously been at work, as the slaves were all gagged. Maeve grabbed a slave at random and dragged her out into the woods.

Heading to the nearest arachne trap, she shoved the slave toward it, her foot landing right on the spore. Almost too quick to see, the slave rocketed up into the trees. Keeping an eye out for traps, webs, snakes - the list went on - she made her way up the tree nearest where she thought the slave wound up.

As she reached about halfway up the tree, she saw the web the slave was caught it. Even already bound, the girl had managed to get herself utterly tangled in the web, and her struggles were already weakening from the paralytic agent in the silk. Getting comfortable in a deep shadow, she waited for the web's owner to show up. It didn't take long.

As the girl's thrashing subsided, Maeve noticed a tremor in on of the larger strands leading away from the web. Soon, an arachne in a silk dress came skittering along, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She let out a huge yawn as she approached her catch. It looked to Maeve like she had a full belly, although arachne's insect lower half could make it hard to tell. She also had very full breasts, barely contained by the flimsy silk dress.

“Hello, dear,” the arachne said to the doubly bound girl. “I can't believe my luck this week. When it rains, it pours I guess. Here, let me make you more comfortable.” She removed gag from the slave, and was met with a stream of Demongut scatology, curses and threats. Maeve couldn't help but wince, though fortunately the spider-girl didn't notice her. The arachne winced as well, pulled her dress down from her breasts, and shoved her nipple into the mouth wide open in the middle of another foul mouth tirade. Many said only harpies had fouler mouths than Demonguts.

The rant was cut off as the slave, even though she knew better, couldn't help but suck at the tit in her face. After a few gulps, her face went slack as the paralyzing component kicked in. The spider-girl took the sensible precaution of cramming a wad of webbing in her catch's mouth to ensure her ears weren't blistered again. Then she set about wrapping the girl up properly. Within a minute, the girl was tightly encased in a cocoon, her form revealed only by the clinging silk. The Arachne was about to take her back to her nest when Maeve made her move. She jumped onto the arachne's back, left hand wrenching her victim's forehead back, right hand holding her dagger to the arachne's throat.

“Resist me, you die. Scream, you die. Lie, you die. Disobey me, you die. Do as I say, you live. Understand?”

“I understand,” she said.

“Good. What's your name?”

“Lace.”

“How imaginative. Is everyone on this side of the mountain so original?”

“Huh?”

“Demongut River, Demongut City, Fort Demongut? I thought they were the only ones that...tacky.”

“Can you stop insulting me? Isn't it enough I have a maniac sitting on me like a beast of burden and holding a knife to my throat?”

“Dagger, love, dagger. I want to use you to verify some info I recently acquired. Answer honestly and you live to see another sunrise.”

“Okay, ask away.”

“Demons, the real kind, recently raided a village near here. What do you know about it?”

“Huh, you must know all about it. You used one of the slaves to lure me out.” Maeve was pleasantly surprised that the arachne was clever. She might be useful after all.

“Indulge me.”

“Well, the first I knew about it was when a bunch of demons tramped through the forest the day before, wrecking a bunch of webs along the way. I had just repaired the damage when they came stomping back, wrecking more webs, but I didn't give a shit because those dumb Demonguts kept trying to escape and a few of them wound up in webs the demons didn't scorch.”

“Why do you think they chose now to attack?”

“Duh! The nastiest girls headed to the river for some reason. The karis were already planning a raid on the village when the demons came along. I bet they've already hit it and took off with whoever hid from the demons in their bellies. Any one with two brain cells to rub together doesn't want to be around when the Burning Bitch is pissed, and when she finds out about what happened...you'll hear screams from the river to the mountains.”

“Burning Bitch? Kalina?”

“Bingo. All Demonguts are psychos, but she makes the rest look sane. Shit, she makes Blackscales look sane. None of which would matter, except that everyone who's tried to get rid of her has wound up a pile of ash or shit. I heard she even incinerates her shit. How psycho is that? By the time someone's crap, she's beyond feeling, right? At least, I hope so.”

The more I hear about this woman, the higher she gets on my Bitches That Need To Be Digested List, Maeve thought.

“Tell me about the monsters in the area, species and tribe.”

“Well, around here it's mostly karis and us arachnes. We're not really tribal, I guess. There's naga around too, Kassan Tribe. Stuck up snake sluts. They build cities underground. Cities. Like they're human or something. How perverse is that? Once you're on the floodplain, you get more nagas, lizzies and frimbos. We don't deal with them. Nagas? Fine. But I can't stand frimbos.”

Maeve smirked to herself. Monsters, too, had their hierarchy. Frog girls,or 'froggy bimbos', were at the bottom of the heap, considered little more than beasts. Nagas considered themselves at the top. Karis and arachnes were somewhere in the middle. She would deal with the nagas later. Her current plan only needed arachnes and kari to work, although she could probably find a use for anything else that wanted a piece of the Demonguts and wasn't afraid to fight.

“How would you like to get rid of the 'Burning Bitch'?”

“Are you nuts? Even the other Demonguts would love to see her reduced to a pile of crap! But everyone that's tried, died. Horribly. At least us monsters die quick. I never thought I'd be glad we're easier to kill than girls.”

“Don't worry, you and yours won't need to do much fighting. I'll deal with Kalina. I just need you to keep the other Demonguts off my back.”

“You really are crazy, you know that?”

“Why does everyone think I'm crazy?”

“Do you usually threaten to kill them?”

“If I haven't eaten them first...”

“Gee, must be one of those unexplained mysteries of the universe, like why girls and nagas build useless targets for every passing band of raiders.” Maeve chuckled. She couldn't help but like someone able to crack jokes with a blade to her throat. She sheathed her dagger and climbed off her...captive or ally? She wasn't sure yet. She decided to put on a little show to further impress Lace and hopefully get any thoughts of betrayal out of her head. Maeve theatrically stretched, deliberately getting her hand caught in a strand of webbing.

“Oh, my, I seem to have got myself stuck. Whatever shall I do?” Lace's eyes lit up, but quickly narrowed in suspicion. Smart spider. Maeve channeled frost down her fingers, chilling the silk far below freezing. A tug of the hand, and it shattered into almost invisible fragments. Maeve started manipulating her chakra for the next act.

“I'm feeling kind of thirsty. Mind if I had a drink?” Maeve bent down as Lace's eyes widened in shock. Maeve grabbed her right tit and took several gulps of arachne honey. But instead of collapsing in a limp heap, she stood back up. Lace didn't know that it took a lot of effort and preparation to make Maeve immune to the effects. If she was caught unprepared, she'd be as helpless as most girls, at least at first. Given time, she could overcome the weaker paralyzing effect of webbing, assuming she wasn't eaten first. But if the arachne assumed Maeve was immune, she wouldn't make a move.

“Ahh, that hit the spot. Now, do we have a deal?” Lace thought everything over. If anyone could take out the Burning Bitch, it was this woman. Who ever heard of a human resistant to arachne honey?

“I'm in, but I have to convince enough people to join up. I can't promise you they'll join up, but it would help if I could bring them to meet you.”

“Tell them to gather at the village, and try to get some of your friends to start weaving around it. If they decide to run, they'll just have wasted silk. Oh, speaking of silk, if things work out, there's a demand for finely made clothing out there. Did you make that dress yourself? It's lovely.”

“Yes, thank your,” Lace said, blushing at the compliment.

“Well, if you can make clothes that can fit a girl or demon, hell, angels and nagas, too, I think we can come to a business arrangement. That girl didn't wind up in this web on her own, you know. Just something to think about. Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow.” Maeve turned to leave, but Lace spoke up.

“Wait! Umm, before you go, there's something...I'd like to....” Lace trailed off, pale face turning red as a sunset. Maeve stopped short, remembering something about arachnes. Most of them were xenophiliacs, uninterested in their own kind sexually. They much preferred the girl races, in particular. Maeve had never had sex with a arachne. That alone was enough to excite her; she had a been there, done that, world view. Maeve was always looking for new experiences. She'd done just about all the humanoid races, girls, demons, angel, and faeries, as well as monsters such as catgirls, nagas, centaurs, mermaids, karis and even octo-girls (what they could do with those tentacles...). Maeve looked curiously at Lace and made a hurry up gesture.

“Well, you had a taste of me, sooo....” Lace looked down, face somehow turning even redder. Maeve lips curled in a satisfied smile. She was going to enjoy this. She would have to remember to keep up her immunity to arachne honey, but she was an excellent multitasker.

“Let's go back to your place,” Maeve said. The spider-girl started making her way back to her lair. “Don't forget your snack.” Lace gave her a grateful look and turned back to grab the cocooned Demongut, slinging her over her shoulder. Not the most dignified way to travel, but the girl was in no condition to complain. Maeve followed her along the support strand. The strand itself wasn't sticky, but it held up webs that were, so she had to watch her step carefully. She kept energy concentrated in her feet and hands just to be safe. It'd be the work of moments to free herself, but that might be all it took for something else to get her.

In a short while, they reached the arachne's lair, an iridescent structure of silk built into the crown of a large tree. Lace skittered up to the large entrance halfway up the lair. Maeve followed, unable to help being impressed at the beauty and craftsmanship of everything. Lace pulled her bodice away and squirted her honey on the cocoon, and Maeve watched, interested as it dissolved away. The Demongut remained utterly still.

“I hate to make you wait, but I always do this as soon as I can. Some girls have items enchanted stuff that cause problems. Well, I don't know why I should bother, she's wearing nothing but chains...” Lace seemed easily embarrassed.

“No,” Maeve said, “please continue. I've never seen what arachnes do with their catch.” Lace beamed at her and started to take the chains and shackles off...or tried to, at any rate. Noticing she was having difficulty, Maeve knelt down opposite her. “Allow me.” Producing a key, Maeve quickly unshackled the slave. She then handed them, and the key, to Lace.

“They may come in handy someday,” Maeve said.

“Thank you,” Lace said. “I could've used this the other day. Now, I just ate a couple of days ago, so I'll just put her in the pantry with the others. I've got more girls than I ever thought possible, she makes four, besides the one in my stomach.” Maeve shook her head slightly. “Just ate a couple of days ago?” she thought. I heard arachnes had slow metabolisms, but damn. Maeve looked attentively as Lace moved on top of the slave, again forcing her breast into her future meal's mouth. She only managed a small gulp before even her mouth went slack, but the spider-girl seemed satisfied.

Lace's abdomen was on top of the slave. Maeve watched, fascinated. Lace lifted the girl completely off the floor with her middle two pairs of legs and began spinning her. Within minutes, the shapely girl was wrapped in a skin tight sheath of silk. Lace picked the girl up and carried her to a smaller chamber. Inside, three girls wrapped in cocoons were bound, suspended in mid-air.

Lace effortlessly climbed the wall and hung upside down from the ceiling. She started weaving a narrow web until it dangled halfway to the floor. She then spun her catch into it, so she was hanging in the middle of the chamber. The spider-girl then made her way to the floor and did the same in reverse. She kept more than enough space between her meals for her large body to walk through.

Maeve walked among the girls in the pantry, feeling them up. None of them so much as twitched. It occurred to Maeve that more than a few times over the years she had come close to ending up in their position. Once, she had just gotten free when the web's weaver had shown up. Another minute, and she would have been hit with paralyzing honey, and back then she had no defense. She had barely overcome the much weaker effect of the web.

“Are they conscious?” Maeve asked.

“Well, we probably just woke them up. They'll fall asleep soon, and stay that way until something bumps into them. It's a shame I live in Demongut territory. They're no fun.” She pouted a bit, then smiled hopefully. “You, on the other hand....”

“Lead on,” Maeve said. She was wet just from watching the cocooning and the sight of the spider-girl's larder. Lace led her to the bedroom, luxuriously appointed in silk. Maeve whistled in appreciation. She had to cut a deal with the talented arachne. She could make a fortune selling this stuff in the Darkswallow cities. Not to mention decorating wherever she chose to make her own home.

Maeve decided to leave all that for later. This time, it was pleasure before business. She stood close to Lace and began removing her blood red dress. It covered the top of her arachnid half, so it was easily three times the size of a normal dress. Maeve gazed into Lace's soft brown eyes. Her hair was a black to match her spider half. Maeve let her eyes wander down. She had tits that belonged on a demonette, though her torso was almost half the size. Maeve amped up her magic resistance. She was definitely a breast woman. The torso tapered to an almost absurdly tiny waist, blending into the spider body.

In the back, at least. Maeve was pleasantly surprised to find the arachne had a pussy in the front. She had always assumed they were like karis or kachiks. This would be even more fun than she had thought. Maeve leaned in and thoroughly kissed the spider-girl, running her hands up and down her sides. Breaking the kiss after a minute or hour, neither was sure, Maeve took a step back and grinned mischievously, spreading her arms.

“I take it you have experience stripping girls?” she said. Lace blushed and nodded, moving closer and unbuckling Maeve's cuirass, lifting over her head. Next were the bracers. Her belt, with all it's pouches, clattered to the floor. Lace lifted one leg, then the other, pulling off the boots. The leather pants quickly joined them, then Lace slowly slid her hands back up Maeve's long legs. She was tempted to just rip off the shirt, but decided to take her time. Once unbuttoned, she slid it off Maeve's shoulders, to join the pile. The woman's large, firm breasts seemed to jump from their confinement as Lace unclasped the bra. She almost drooled gazing at them, then turned her attention further south.

Maeve's panties were sopping wet by the time she pulled them to her ankles. Maeve made no move to step out of them, so Lace lifted each foot. Lastly, she removed all Maeve's jewelry. Maeve stood before her naked as the day she was born. Lace started to pull her to the bed, but the human resisted.

“There's still one more thing,” Maeve said.

“What's that?” Lace asked nervously.

“I have an emergency kit. I keep it in a...very safe place,” Maeve replied with an amused smirk.

Lace was puzzled for a moment. Where could it possibly be? The girl was totally naked. Then inspiration hit, and she giggled. Sliding a hand over Maeve's mound, she slid one, then two, three, four, fingers into Maeve's twat, then her whole hand. Maeve moaned as the hand slid deeper, until Lace could feel a hard surface. She had fairly small hands and it was bigger than both her fists combined, so it took a little time to get a good grip on the globe, but Maeve didn't seem to mind. She was sweating and gasping as Lace's hand slid out with an audible, wet, pop.

This time, she didn't resist as Lace pulled her to the huge, opulent bed. She collapsed back onto it, and Lace clambered over her, coming in for another kiss. Their hands explored each other's bodies, caressing and squeezing. Lace moved down Maeve's body, kissing her neck, shoulders, and breasts, pausing at her nipples. Maeve moaned as she began suckling one and tweaking the other. Lace was rewarded with a mouthful of honey, and it was the sweetest she'd tasted since her last naga.

Gulping it down, she switched breasts and teased Maeve's nipples until she was rewarded with another squirt. Satisfied, for the moment, she moved further down, tongue sliding over Maeve's belly, exploring her navel for a bit, then trekking south over Maeve's red thatch. Maeve gasped as Lace's tongue found her clit, flicking over it. Her thighs clamped over the spider-girl's head as Lace slid her fingers into her. Maeve massaged her own tits as Lace used fingers, tongue, and lips to coax ecstasy out of her, slurping her juices down.

Maeve rode a wave of pleasure for a while, but eventually remembered the guiding principle she lived by: reciprocity. Lace was getting her off, so it was only fair that she returned the favor. She pushed Lace's head away. Her look of disappointment was quickly replaced by one of lust as Maeve made her intentions clear. Maeve repositioned into the strangest 69 she had ever tried. She had to crunch a bit, as the spider-girl had a smaller torso than her. When she still had trouble getting to Lace's crotch, she took the effort to shrink herself a little bit, just enough so that the couple could reach each other's pussies.

Maeve was fascinated, running her hands over Lace's body. From head to the small of her back, she was human, gorgeously so. The base of her spine merged into the arachnid half of her body, covered in a fuzzy brown fur that, while not as pleasant as skin, was more comfortable than chitaneous plate. In front, her human half continued further down, past her navel. Her pussy was wet and inviting. A few inches below her pussy, skin gave way to arachnid furry exoskeleton. Her anus must be at the rear of the spider half, though Maeve felt no need to go looking for it. Maeve felt vibrations coming from the arachnid half.

“I thought you said you haven't eaten for a few days,” she said to the arachne.

“That's right.”

“Then what's that?” Maeve asked as she felt a thump.

“Oh, this one's a fighter. Just as I was going back to sleep after I ate her, the honey wore off. Usually, my meals don't struggle so much, because our stomachs produce paralyzing fluids, too, but they're not as strong as our honey. She thrashed around so much it took forever to fall asleep.”

“Wait a minute, you're saying she's been in there all this time, and is still intact and struggling?” Maeve thought she knew all about digestion, seeing as how just about everything had gulped her down at one time or another. Though come to think of it, she'd never been swallowed by an arachne before.

“Oh, yes. It takes a week for me to digest a meal. This one might last two, the way she's still going strong. Most girls don't even twitch after the first day or two. She must have been a powerful warrior, not that it did her much good when the slavers came along. Or maybe it did. She managed to escape them, even if she got caught in my web. Do you think she prefers this to whatever she'd face as a slave?”

“I don't know,” Maeve said. An insane idea occurred to her. She thought about it for a minute, then figured what the hell. A wicked grin split her face. “Why don't I ask her?”

“Huh? How do you plan on- oooohhhh!” Lace squealed as Maeve slid one hand, then the other, into her damp pussy.

“I've never been inside an arachne,” Maeve said, “so I'd figure I'd give it a try. I'll be back in a few minutes.” Lace couldn't reply, as the only things that came out of her mouth were moans, gasps, and screams. She had never know such pleasure was possible. Maeve worked her elbows, then her head and shoulders into Lace. By now, her hands were in Lace's womb, feeling around for the valve that lead to the stomach. It was said to be the strongest muscle in the body, and Lace's had never been forced open. It took a bit of work, as Maeve didn't want to be too rough.

Still, it wasn't long before she'd gotten her hands in, and it was smooth sailing after that. As she started to slither into the spider half of Lace, she felt the wriggling form of the Demongut. As her head joined her arms, she heard a constant stream of muttered profanity. If she hadn't been sure it was a Demongut in there, that would've proved it. Maeve could hear Lace screaming in orgasm as she took her time worming her way in. That only seemed to irritate the original occupant of the stomach even more. As her feet finally popped in, Lace let out an ear-splitting scream and collapsed, passing right out. Maeve grinned, thinking, Damn, I'm good.

She squirmed to get comfortable, enjoying the feeling of warm, wet flesh, that of the stomach and of the girl, sliding over her skin. The girl seemed in remarkably good condition for someone who'd spent the last few days drenched in stomach acid, though the juices didn't feel particularly strong. In fact, she felt more like she was in a frimbo's belly than a kari's; frog-girls had notoriously weak digestive juices. Maeve wound up with her tits against the girl's back.

“As if it wasn't fuckin' tight enough in here. Who the hell're you?” The girl displayed the famous Demongut tact.

“The name's Maeve. What's yours?” Not that she really cared.

“Pam. Now help me get the fuck outta here!”

“I don't think that's going to happen. How'd you wind up here?”

“Fuckin' demon whores came along and hit the village. They beat the shit outta us and chained us up. I took off and ran right into a fuckin' trap. This eight legged freak came along and ate me. Happy? Now gimme a hand. I want out, and I want it NOW! If you don't help, at least I'll get a last meal.” Maeve could almost see her licking her lips.

“Ah, you want a hand? Here's two,” Maeve said as she slid her left hand between the girl's legs, and the right to her breasts. Her expert fingers soon had the girl forgetting escape. “Just think, right now some demon could be using you as a toilet or footstool, assuming she didn't just eat you. Isn't this better? Just relax and let nature take it's course.”

“Are you outta your fuckin' mind?” Pam said, although her body betrayed the fact that it didn't sound like a bad idea. Maeve increased her groping and squeezing, and the girl gasped.

“You're not getting out of this alive,” Maeve said. “Why not take what pleasure you can, while you can?” Maeve had never taken her own advice, which was one of the reasons she was still alive. She wouldn't tell a friend to give up, but she'd yet to meet the Demongut she'd considered a friend. The girl moaned in orgasm, and Maeve sensed more words wouldn't be necessary.

The girl turned in her arms, giving Maeve a fierce kiss as her hands began kneading Maeve's tits, who was surprised the girl still had so much energy. They felt each other up, slipping hands into each other's pussies, grabbing tits and and ass. Being surrounded on all sides by oozing flesh increased the pleasurable sensations, and allowed for positions that would be difficult or impossible normally. Maeve and Pam fucked each other's brains out, while Lace dreamed pleasant dreams, moaning in her sleep.

Maeve was impressed by Pam's stamina, but she'd still spent the last few days being digested, and it wasn't long before she was completely worn out. When Maeve realized she was eating out an unconscious girl, she started laughing. She had made two beings cum into oblivion. Appraising the situation, Maeve debated which way to leave Lace's stomach. Realizing she still had plenty of strength left, she decided to take the long way, through the intestines.

Leaving the Demongut in her slumber, Maeve wormed her way into Lace's small intestine, enjoying the way the tight walls felt against her skin. She spent the next hour wriggling through them, until she squeezed through a tight ring into the large intestine. She made better time through them, as they were both wider and shorter, so she quickly found herself in a mercifully empty colon. She should've thought about the consequences before she'd taken this route, but it seemed she'd lucked out.

As she forced her way out, she found that the digestive tract exited at the bottom rear of the spider half's abdomen. Lace moaned as she wriggled out onto the bed. Maeve got up and made use of Lace's facilities, which were much more sophisticated than she expected. The shower was huge, not surprising for an arachne's lair. The toilet was not meant for a human, but Maeve was used to improvising. Once she was refreshed, she got dressed and woke Lace up.

“I've got things to do,” she said. “Hopefully we'll be able to do this again sometime.”

“I'd like that,” Lace purred.

“Don't forget what I said. Visit all your friends, and spread the word.”

“I will,” Lace promised.

Maeve made her way back to the demon base. She had more work to do. If she was the type, she'd be whistling as she walked. She'd had more fun in the last couple of days than in the last few months.

Pam never regained consciousness.