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“I cannot believe you,” said Maggy as she guided me to our room. “The first boy you are smitten with and you throw yourself at him like some cheap whore?”

“You were ready to throw yourself at the Earl,” I said with a wicked smile. “I overheard your little chat and he rejected you.”

“I thought I sensed you lurking outside,” said Maggy as we reached the room. She then threw the door open and forced me in. “I am going to have a word with the Duke about his son.”

“You will do no such thing!” I pleaded. “Lurkson is innocent of all wrongdoing. I tempted him, I arranged the meeting, I forced him into the act. Leave him be, Maggy! You have already done enough harm!”

“Very well, I will leave that Lurkson be.” Maggy then shook her head and added, “I am still speaking with the Duke and the Earl. I did ruin a door in their manor. But it was for a good cause.”

“Denying me pleasure and happiness is for a good cause?” I asked.

“It was for your own good. Now! Just stay here and be quiet,” demanded Maggy.

She then shut the door and locked it from the otherside. I heard the voices of the Earl and Lurkson. Maggy said words then I heard the voice of the Duke. I felt cold, defeated, and humiliated. And still so very aroused.

Lurkson was such a dark treat right before Maggy intervened. His dark power had sundered my very soul to ribbons. My black heart was locked away in a cage, hungry for flesh, and full of madness. I could not resist and I had to have release.

I marched into the bathroom with a chair and locked the door. I then tore off my wretched panties. I ripped off my stockings because the more naked I was the easier the task would be. I struggled to remove the corset because Miss Easter was far too good at knots.

I left the accursed corset on but let my breasts hang out. I imagined Lurkson enjoying my body to the fullest. I then bore my fingers into my chasm. I was ready to push myself off the cliff of ecstasy and finally have the sweet release I needed.

Then came a heavy knock at the bathroom door.

“Gothia? Are you in there?” asked Maggy.

“Go away! I want nothing to do with you!” I cried out. “Just leave me alone in my misery.”

“. . . are you doing what I think you are doing in there?” asked Maggy.

“Begone! You robbed me enough for one night!” I commanded.

“Oh, get over it! It is a dumb crush that would only lead to sorrow and regret,” said Maggy. “I told you to pace yourself with it and you go and almost get yourself—”

“Maggy?! There are only three ways this will end,” I warned her. “You can go away and let me sexually pleasure myself. Or you can come in here and assist me to make amends.”

“. . . and what is the third option?” asked Maggy.

“Bring me wine and lots of it and I will surrender and vacate this bathroom,” I said.

Nothing short of drowning my sorrows away with fine wine would cure my suffering. Wine was one of my weaknesses. Maggy had bribed me before with a bottle or two. I waited for her response, my hands trembling, and my black heart racing.

“You are sometimes so very impossible to deal with, Gothia,” said Maggy. “Very well, I will order wine for you but only one bottle.”

“I want two,” I negotiated.

“Fine, I will send for two then,” agreed Maggy. “And another for myself.”

I put my clothing back on and unlocked the door. I exited the bathroom with the chair under my arm. The mood had left me at that point and I was no longer feeling aroused. I was simply too tired and fed up with disappointment.

I refused to look Maggy in the eyes. At least she stopped nagging me as I sulked on my chair. The room grew chilly and it had nothing to do with the temperature.

“I shall order the wine but you will only drink until you feel sleepy,” said Maggy. “After that, it will be off to bed with you. Understand?”

I grunted and turned away from her. I thought of Lurkson and how our next meeting would play out. If there was to be a next meeting after Maggy’s rampage.

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Maggy lay on a sofa as I sat and watched the flames dance in a lantern. Maggy had sent one of our maids to fetch us some wine. I was ready to destroy a whole bottle with how deep in despair I had fallen.

I refused to speak to Maggy and she in turn refused to explain herself to me. I could not fathom why she would steal me away from my dark angel. Lurkson had proven himself to be a suitable suitor for me. He honestly was far too good to me and more than I deserved

There was even a promise that he could be my future. A fact that shook me to my dark core.

The wine soon arrived and I answered the door. Kathryn, one of our Vineharth maids, brought three bottles in a basket. There was a smile on her face that was bold and bright.

“There you are, Madame Vineharth,” said Kathryn as I took the bottles. “The Lady Vineharth’s wine was carefully selected just for her.”

“They are mostly for me, actually,” I said.

I then noticed Kathryn was not alone in the hallway. Miss Easter’s face was illuminated by the lantern she held. And she smiled as brightly as Karthyn. Miss Easter put a finger to her lips and winked at Kathryn and myself.

I smiled quietly and surreptitiously wished them both a tremendous night.

After shutting the door, I ripped the cork from one bottle with my teeth and wasted no time in consuming my bribe. Maggy scoffed at my behavior as she opened another bottle and poured herself a glass.

“Do pace yourself, Gothia,” insisted Maggy. “Do not make yourself ill.”

“I am already ill from the heartache,” I said as I sat down. “I was about to experience sex for the first time and you stop it.”

“There can be other nights with that boy, Gothia, you just need to be more prepared,” said Maggy before taking from her glass.

“And what further preparation should be done, dear Maggy?” I asked bitterly.

“All in due time, dear Gothia, you will learn the reality of love and sex,” said Maggy as she yawned.

I took from my bottle again then asked, “You act like you are the older sister but you forget I am a full year older then you are.”

“And yet you still act like a prepubescent child,” said Maggy, pouring another glass. “Honestly, I worry about you.”

“You know, Maggy, at times it feels as if I have two mothers,” I said.

“Technically you do and I resent being one of them,” said Maggy before drinking from her glass.

I proceeded to drink until the wine's effect finally took hold. My head felt heavy after a few gulps. But I pressed on until I was nice and inebriated. When I finished the bottle, I immediately took my second bottle and proceeded to consume more wine.

Maggy nursed her wine until she too became inebriated and lay on the sofa without a care.

And I kept drinking until my hands started to feel numb. I placed the bottle on the table and stared at my arms. They suddenly had more hair on them then I recalled. I stroked the hair as it became coarse fur.

I then noticed that my fingers were melting together. They were becoming points like the sharp ends of knives and my hands merged with my arms to become segmented spears. My skin turned chrome black and shined in the lantern light.

My body felt as if every inch was on fire and growing. I quickly tore off my clothing. I ripped at the corset with my pointy limbs to free myself from it. It was constraining my body as a twisted mutation took hold.

I was becoming something else: A daughter of Arachne!

As I finally freed myself from the corset, more long and pointed limbs sprouted from my body. A total of eight massive spider legs were now mine. I became a black widow spider.

Any rational thought was evicted from my mind. I gave into my new arachnid body and mind and skittered onto the floor. I crawled in delight and wonder at my new perspective of the world.

And I was not shrinking. I had grown in size. I was a giant queen arachnid!

And I hungered.

I wished Lurkson was near so that I could wrap him up in my webbing. Wrap him up tightly until he could no longer breathe. And before life could leave him I would dig my fangs into his body. Dig them deep and suck out his life essence.

I scurried all over to get used to my new body. I even crawled under the bed and around the table several times. Maggy looked down at me and sighed.

“Gothia? What on earth are you doing?” she asked. “Pay her no mind, Deacon. She is a silly girl. Pay attention to me, that is an order!”

I then thought, “Deacon? Who is he? There is no one else with us, you are the silly girl, Maggy.”

My fangs tittered as I tried to speak my thoughts. I heard no words and Maggy shook her head at me. She was unphased by my transformation. I felt greatly insulted that she was ignoring me.

I crawled towards her with intent.

She owed me for stealing me away from Lurkson. Her retribution was at hand. I shot out webbing at her and she squirmed.

“What are you doing, you naughty boy?” she asked with a teasing giggle. “I did not know this was your kind of foreplay, dear Deacon. Oh, very well, tie me up if you must but not too tight now, tee-hee.”

I laid webbing down on her and wrapped her lush body in the sticky white threads. I tittered with excitement and triumph as I wrapped her in a cocoon. I wanted her body for so long and it was finally mine to do as I pleased.

And my fangs twitched and drooled in anticipation to have her life essence.

My spider legs pawed at the top of her corset until her chest was fully exposed. I wanted to plug my fangs into her heart where her most lush and delicious life essence gathered. Maggy did not resist. She actually seemed to enjoy being manhandled by a giant black widow.

“Yes, take them, you ravenous man!” demanded Maggy. “See what you did to them?! How plump and full they are? This was your doing, you naughty boy, now take responsibility! Take me now, Deacon, my love!”

I tittered at her pleas. I let all my fangs hang out as I lay on my prey. Maggy was all mine. If Miss Easter would not have me, if I was denied my Lurkson, then the woman I craved and desired for my whole life would be mine!

I plunged my fangs into Maggy’s chest and sucked. I sucked and I sucked until her life essence slowly squirted into my mouth. The heavenly taste was so absolutely dreadful that I felt my whole body shake and melt away.

Maggy moaned, grabbed my head, and forced me further into her chest.

She then bellowed, “Oh, yes, Deacon! Drain them! Drain every last drop from me! Do not stop! Take every last bit of me, I am all yours! Oh, Deacon! DEACON!!!”

I ignored her ramblings. I dismissed them as mad ravings of a woman being attacked by a giant spider. I had to fight back my beastly instincts to not suck Maggy dry. I did not want to kill my dear sister.

My dearest Maggy.

She was mine, finally all mine. Her life essence was so sweet and succulent that I felt a calmness come over my body. Her fluids were satisfying my hunger, in every sense of the word.

A release came over me and I fell limp on my Maggy.

I then blacked out and dreamed I was on a massive cobweb. Was it my web? No, another spider was on the web with me. It was a tarantula. And its beady eyes glared at me with hunger.

“Lurkson, is that you?” I asked.

I heard my words now. No longer was I tittering. The tarantula did not speak. She came towards me with the intent of feasting on my body.

I considered fleeing but then a gaping set of fangs came down and consumed the tarantula. It was a bat and the bat feasted on my would-be predator. The bat then smiled down at me in a very familiar way.

The eyes were not that of a bat’s. They were his eyes. My dark angel saved me!

“Gothia! You look ravishing tonight,” said Lurkson the bat. “May I have a taste?”

“Eat me, my love! Consume my flesh, mind, and soul! All of it, all of me, is yours!”

The Lurkson-bat swooped down at me with his mouth wide open. I raised my long legs into the air in jubilation. I then plunged into his dark abyss that was more pure and wondrous than falling through all of Hades.

It was then I realized that I was under the spell of true love and could no longer fear the future.

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