ALONG CAME A SPIDER
by batfan60
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ALONG CAME A SPIDER
1.
The disappearance of cottage
cheese magnate Chauncey Muffett, latest in a string of high-society
kidnappings, had Gotham City's millionaires in an uproar. At one black-tie
social affair after another, the topic on everyone's lips -- besides the
magnificence of the salmon brochettes -- was the GCPD's seeming inability to
track down and apprehend whoever had abducted the tycoon and at least four
other denizens of the upper crust, men of various ages whose combined worth
could purchase the state of New Hampshire if they'd ever wanted to.
"It's a terrible shame,
Miss Muffett," said Jack Horner, CEO of Horner Industries, trying to
console his friend's daughter.
"An outrage," said
elderly Niles McDonald, patriarch of a vast network of corporate-controlled
farms. "If they can take Muffett and nobody raises a finger to stop them,
then what's to become of the rest of us? Anyone in the food industry could be
next -- even you or I."
"And where is Batman
during all this, I'd like to know?" asked Beauford Peep, whose late
father's line of sugared confections had left her with a trust fund larger than
the GNP of countless European nations.
Batman was, at that very
moment, approaching a decaying structure on the edge of the Abandoned Warehouse
District. Once known as the Tuppet Building, it seemed an obvious place to
search for the missing entrepreneur. And he was easy enough to find,
unfortunately: a shrivelled arm protruded from a dumpster behind the back door,
its skin grey and hanging loosely over the bone as if all the moisture and
flesh had been sucked out of the body. Closer investigation of the dumpster's
contents revealed that Muffett was still dressed in a $2700 suit.
Finding the heavy door shut
tight, Batman scaled the tall smokestack in the rear of the building and peered
inside. It was dark and damp and reeked of something foul and nameless.
Reaching for the infrared
scope he always carried on his utility belt, he felt someone pushing him from
behind, and before he had time to access a grapnel, he found himself falling
headfirst down the chimney.
Extending his right arm and
left leg simultaneously, he attempted to slow his fall by wedging the
reinforced material on his gauntlet and boot against some part of the slick
wall. No luck -- but in the process, his cape caught on something he couldn't
quite see and wrapped around his neck like a noose. After trying in vain to
free himself for several tense moments, he realized the procedure would cost
him precious time he couldn't spare now. Instead, he reached up to his neck and
unfastened the cape altogether. Freed of its confines, he fell backwards once
more, landing flat on his back three or four feet above the ground in a netlike
structure formed from some sort of unspecified goo. Batman prepared to rise to
his feet once again, but found he could not move.
"I hope you didn't have
plans for dinner tonight," a voice somewhere above him said. "You
look like you'd make a pretty delicious meal yourself."
****
2.
Batman looked up and saw a
muscular man in a form-fitting black bodysuit with matching hood. Iridescent
white details on the suit made it look like it was covered in webbing.
"Very original outfit," our hero smirked. "A real marvel."
"Welcome to my web,
Batman," the villain said, oblivious to his captive's sarcasm. "A bit
sticky, but that's just the way I like it."
"And you areÉ?"
Batman asked.
"Forgive me for not
introducing myself. I'm called The Spider."
"I should have
known," the Masked Manhunter replied. By his quick count, this was the 8th
villain he'd encountered who used that name. Still, he was easily the best
built of the bunch. And at least this guy hadn't attached six additional foam
limbs to his disguise like some of the others.
Batman surveyed the
situation. It would be easy enough to slip one of his hands out of its glove
and slide it slowly down toward his utility belt --
If, that is, The Spider
hadn't just sprayed some sort of milky white goop all over the belt.
"Didn't want you getting any bright ideas, Batman," the villain said,
his eyes keenly trained on his prey's slightest movements. "In fact, I
think it's about time the feeding began."
As he spoke, The Spider was
already sliding down a slender rope and dangling just in front of Batman's
torso. He reached out, cupped the Caped Crusader's jaw in his hands, and kissed
him full on the lips. It was a long and lusty action, and it felt a little like
the Spider was trying to suck all the air out of Batman's lungs. When he was
done, he moved his lips a bit to the side and bit the Bat sharply on the cheek.
The teeth marks stung, and
Batman winced. "What did youÉ"
"Save your breath, my
friend," The Spider whispered. "Any second now, the toxin I just
introduced to your bloodstream will begin to paralyze you. Within minutes, you
won't be able to move a muscle. Oh, and my venom has one other effect you'll
soon notice, too. Hmmm, looks like it's already kicking inÉ"
Batman was already unable to
turn his head, but he knew without looking what The Spider meant. He felt his cock
jutting against the many layers of fabric which encased it, screaming for
attention.
***
3.
"Unnnnngggggghhhhhhhh,"
Batman moaned against his will. "WwwwhhhhÉ"
"Amazing how quickly
the Great Detective can be reduced to a drooling idiot," The Spider said
with a laugh. "Frankly, I'm relieved I won't have to listen to anymore of
your smartass remarks while I suck you dry." Still suspended by ropes
resembling a rappeller's getup, the agile man lowered himself so that he was
eye level with the crotch of his paralyzed prey. Unhampered by the glop coating
Batman's belt, he took hold of the crusader's blue trunks and yanked them
downward. They might have slid more easily toward the matching boots had they
not caught on Batman's engorged cock, but in time they worked their way over
the moist hard mound. The grey tights came next, after a similar snag.
The Spider continued to
taunt his prey. "Don't bother trying to speak, Batman. I can probably
guess what's on your mind. As you've surely figured out by now, you've been
injected with a venom that leaves your muscles immobilizedÑall but one, that
is. It also magnifies your sperm production abilities a hundredfold. That
throbbing in your crotch, the one that feels so intense you're afraid you're
going to lose your mind, is your cock demanding immediate attention. The
slightest touch --" -- The Spider rubbed his gloved hand gently along the
outline of Batman's shaft -- "--is enough to send you over the edge. Horny
is not the word for what you're feeling right now. There's a gusher of jism
building up inside you, and if you don't release it in the next few minutes,
it's going to tear you apart."
Batman remained immobile,
but it was clear he was experiencing exactly what his captor was describing.
"Fortunately, relief is
on the way," The Spider continued. "In just a moment, I'm going to
provide just the stimulation you need. A little friction in the right spot, and
you're going to cum like you've never cum before. And the beauty part is, what
helps you is going to help me, too.
"You see, the spunk
you're about to shoot into my mouth will make me very, very happy, and not just
because I love to suck cock," he continued. "Trust me, you'll doing
me a huge favor."
Batman looked puzzled, so
The Spider proceeded. "I need your cum to make my webbing. I swallow a
mouthful at a time, let my rather unique stomach do its work, then spit it out.
After I mix in a few of the right chemicals according to Mama Spider's secret
recipe, this glop can do just about anything I want it do. That crap
surrounding your utility belt right now? That's the handiwork of one of my last
victims, a studly football player who was built like a bull and hung like a
horse. Good thing, because it took every last drop of his jiz to produce that
particular batch.
"Oh, but don't worry,
Batman. I have much greater plans in store for _your_ particular spew. Your
chemically enhanced cream is going to become the base ingredient in a little
concoction I'm brewing up for something very, very big. Just a dash of extra
adhesive and a pound or two of poison, and I've got a mixture deadly enough to
stop an army. Or, to be more precise, to stop the Mayor and every single member
of the City Council.
"Ironic, isn't it? The
entire Gotham City government brought to a standstill, all thanks to the very
man who swore to the death to defend his town."
The Spider smiled. "Oh,
yes, that reminds me. There's a downside to my plan, at least for you: I'm
going to be feasting on you for as long as you keep producing quality spunk. Don't
worry, I've found I can swallow some surprisingly impressive quantities of cum
after months of practice. But as the drug wears off and your stream starts
slowing down, you'll be left both dehydrated and depleted of your body's
natural supply of salt. After that, you'll have an hour or two left to live.
Then it will all be over, and your body will be dried out and dessicated, just
like a bug trapped in a real spider's web."
Batman was concentrating all
of his considerable strength on trying to break free. "This guy's
completely insane," he thought to himself. "Seems to think he's got
superhuman abilities. Got to get myself out of here É but É I feel like I'm
about to explode."
"Ready, Batman?"
The Spider said with a smirk before placing his warm, moist lips around his
victim's bone-hard erection.
***
4.
The only thing Batman wanted
more than escape at this point was release: a tidal wave of an orgasm which
would clear his mind and cleanse his body and send him straight to oblivion. To
give in was suicide, if what the Spider had said was true. But to resist was to
fall headlong into madness.
"MMMMMnnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhh,"
the crusader grunted through frozen vocal chords while he felt the gentle
caress of the Spider's mouth as it slid back and forth across his shaft. Just a
moment more and it would all come flowing out of him.
Got to fight it, he told
himself. Think of something else. Anything. Use the powers of concentration
he'd learned from his apprenticeship with the celibate priests of the world's greatest
religionsÉ
He pictured the least erotic
situation he could imagine in that instant: brushing his teeth. Standing --
naked -- in front of the bathroom mirror, toothbrush rubbing up and down, up
and down, side to side, in and out, a foamy white substance forming in his
mouth É
No good. He conjured up an
image of Aunt Harriett, surely the least sensual being he could possibly
envision. Her aged face, her wrinkled skin, her grating voice -- good, good,
keep it up -- and all of a sudden he saw her tied up, prisoner of the Riddler,
who stood behind her in his skin-tight costume, stroking his cock and grinning,
his eyes hidden beneath that mask of his, a smile Batman had seen firsthand
many a time, a look he'd come to find tremendously exciting É The Riddler, the
sexiest of his longime enemies, standing here once more, plotting, planning É
Batman waiting for something to happen, something horrible, something that
would place his life in jeopardy É
As he contemplated the
worst, the swelling in his cock grew stronger. It was pointless now to try and
turn back. Better to give in, let it out, breathe deep, let the cum fly and fly
and fly out of himÉ
É Which it did, with
staggering force. The Spider continued sucking while the sperm flowed from
Batman's distended member. He paused now and then to swallow and to catch his
breath, but he was always quick to return to the task at hand.
Batman was beginning to feel
dizzy. Light-headed. He felt his life force draining from his body with each
drop of jism. He was tired and confused. In time, his eyes closed and his
breathing slowed.
"Excellent," said
the Spider to himself. The plan was proceeding beautifully. Soon it would all
be over.
***
5.
When Batman passed out, the
orgasmic activity subsided, too. Shivers of sperm continued to drip out of his
shaft even as he slept, but the stream was dying down.
When he'd swallowed all he
cared to ingest for the moment, The Spider wiped his mouth and shimmied up the
rope-line to a spot just off the ceiling. He'd rest for a while, let his
stomach do its work, extract the newly processed webbing, then bite the Bat
again and continue sucking him off. His prey was beginning to deteriorate, but
he clearly still had at least another couple more milkings in him before the
end came.
Milking: the very notion
made The Spider stiffen with excitement. Here in his clutches was the legendary
crimefighter and master detective, now reduced to little more than a human cum
factory. Already unable to move or speak and now on the verge of complete
annhilation, Batman had been destroyed. Many had tried and failed, but The
Spider had done it: Batman's reign of vigilante terror was over, once and for
allÉ
So preoccupied was the fiend
with his villainous triumph that he neglected to notice a fresh pair of eyes
elsewhere in the room, hidden beneath a trademark black domino mask. Crouching
low in a damp corner out of sight, Robin surveyed the situation. His mentor lay
unconscious in the center of the infernal space, entangled in some sort of
netlike contraption, cleared drained of his fabled strength and vitality.
Batman's cape had been removed, and his utility belt was covered with
unidentifiable goo. His briefs and tights had both been lowered, and his erect
member dripped with still-moist jism, indicating that whatever torture he'd
been subjected to was probably ongoing. A gruesome thought, but not such a bad
development in the larger scheme of things: at least it meant that Bruce was
still alive.
The tormentor was easy
enough to locate, even though his all-black ensemble nearly disappeared in the
darkness of the chamber. It was sound that gave him away: a stomach-churning
combination of laughter, grunts of ecstacy, and various squishes and squirts
that indicated some form of liquid was being introduced into a container. Robin
could only guess what was going on up there near the ceiling.
Whatever it was, it would
have to wait. The Boy Wonder had already determined that it was important to
rescue his partner first and deal with this mystery man later. Fortunately, the
sound was loud enough to mask his actions for the next few crucial minutes, as
he crept toward Batman's sticky prison and began slicing through the
latticework of strands and fibers.
As the force of gravity
caused Batman's limbs to dangle free, the shifting weight of his body brought
the hero slowly back to consciousness. The paralying effects of The Spider's
bite had begun to wear off, but he still lacked a full range of motion. The
first thing he noticed as he came to was the presence of his ever-reliable
junior partner by his side; Batman knew in an instant that the goo covering his
utility belt had triggered an alarm on Robin's belt. The thumbnail-sized device
had cost thousands of dollars to develop and implement, but in situations like
this, it was absolutely priceless.
The next thing Batman became
aware of was his rock-solid shaft. After all he'd been through, he was still
hungry for more, so he tried to bring his own right hand up to finish off what
The Spider had started. He knew that one more orgasm might prove to be his
last, but he found himself unable to resist. Even so, the very act of raising
his hand high enough to reach his cock proved impossible, weakened as he was by
The Spider's ghastly operation.
Batman had noticed something
else by now, too: signs of activity up near The Spider's perch. Hard to tell
just what was about to happen, but he knew he had to warn the lad. The moment
he opened his mouth, he realized speech still did not come easily.
"Rrrrrrrrobbbbbbbbbbbiiinnnnnnnnnnn É. Looooookkkkk ÉouuuuuuuuuuuÉ"
he mumbled with an urgency defeated by the slowness of his delivery.
But it was no use. Robin was
concentrating on the task at hand -- just two more strands and Batman would be
free -- and by the time he heard his mentor's quiet voice, it was too late.
****
6.
A basketball-sized clump of
yellow-green glop fell from the ceiling and landed directly on Robin's head,
knocking him to the ground. As he lay there stunned, the gooey material dripped
around the outline of his skull, mixing with his hair, covering his forehead
and mask, coating his nose, dripping down his cheeks, sealing his lips,
following the strong lines of his jaw, saturating his chin and neck, almost as
if it were an organism with a mind of its own. Robin's entire head was quickly
engulfed by the gunk.
Acting on instinct, he
brought his hands up toward his face to try and pull the mixture away, but the
minute his gauntlets made contact with the substance, they were stuck fast.
The Spider was already well
on his way down from his ceiling-level perch, shimmying down his rope and standing beside the new arrival.
"Now, now, Batman -- you didn't tell me you were bringing a guest for
dinner. How rude!"
"No matter," he
continued. "The boy won't be around for long. He's busy getting acquainted
with another of my special recipes. That particular batch of webbing has a
nasty aftertaste: once it's found a host organism, it'll suck the life out of
him in five minutes flat. Fast enough to eliminate any chance of escape -- in
fact, fighting back will only make matters worse -- but slow enough that you
can rest assured he'll die in horrible agony. Oh, well: easy cum, easy go.
"I'm only sorry I
didn't have time to properly prep him for harvest, but then again, he did drop
by unannounced. No matter: his current struggle against asphyxiation is giving
the boy quite a boner, as you can see. I believe they call it 'terminal sex' in
some circles. Me, I just think it as an appetizer."
The Spider approached the teen
titan's prone form and knealt down beside him. Robin's body was twisted and
tight as he still fought in vain to free his hands and pull the smothering
mixture away from his eyes, nose and mouth. His utility belt was useless and
only got in the way of his raging hard-on, so The Spider obligingly unbuckled
it and let the two ends fall away from his waist. The villain then went to work
on the lad's briefs and tights, pulling them downward and wrapping his eager
mouth around Robin's cock.
It was a sight to behold:
the Dynamic Duo done in by their first -- and, it appeared, only -- encounter
with a fiend who'd come out of nowhere. Both men were sprawled out on the
floor, their once magnificent costumes now coated in the foulest of
concoctions, their penises raging, their lives fast approaching a horrible end.
***
7.
Robin, now nearly
unrecognizable with his head enveloped in goo, squirmed and twitched while The
Spider held him down and sucked him off. The murderous villain knew that the
Boy Wonder's greatest gusher of splooge would accompany his dying breath, and
he wanted to be ready to receive every last drop.
The Spider's head bobbed up
and down, back and forth along the length of Robin's shaft. Just a couple of
minutes longer, and the lad would let loose a powerful stream of spunk, destined
for the fiend's peculiar stomach, where it would be processed into something
particularly nasty to use against a government official. Once Batman's recycled
sperm had wiped out the city fathers, the next logical step was the governor!
But why stop there, when the President was such a likely targetÉ In which case,
perhaps Batman's jism was more appropriate, and Robin's could be used against
the mayor É
The Spider was so busy
mulling over logistics that he never saw the webbing coming. It knocked him onto
his back just long enough to force him away from Robin's waist. Batman already
knew that The Spider could slide right out of the gunk which immobilized anyone
else Ð which meant a surprise attack was the only option. The Champion of
Gotham had mustered all the strength he could find and hurled several fistfuls
of the discarded web toward his enemy. The sheer adrenaline-producing tension
of the moment, coupled with a hastily swallowed Universal Antidote Pill, restored
at least a modicum of his energy -- just enough to overpower the madman in the
nick of time.
"Robin! Relax your
hands! Slide them out of your gloves!" Batman shouted with a rasp,
surprised to find that his voice had largely returned and hopeful that his
partner could hear him underneath the asphyxiating compound. Sure enough, the
youngster did as he was told and soon produced a pair of bare hands.
By this point, Batman was
already standing by with the laser torch from the lad's discarded belt, ready
to cut breathing holes into the messy mass. "Hold perfectly still,"
he ordered as the beam dug its way through the goo.
With the patience and
expertise of a surgeon, Batman eventually managed to penetrate the gunk and
peel it away from Robin's face. "Holy nick of time!" the Boy Wonder
exclaimed when at last he felt the cool air hit his skin.
"You should have held
your breath like I taught you instead of struggling, Robin," Batman
scolded him. "It's essential to keep a level head in a crisis."
"That's the thanks I
get for saving your fucking life? Another goddam reprimand?!" the younger
crimefighter wanted to snarl in response, but instead he bit his tongue.
"Gosh yes," he said instead. The Boy Wonder paused a moment and added,
"Speaking of level heads, it looks like yours and mine could both use a
little topping off." He ran his ungloved hand across Batman's chest and
down toward the still-massive mound sprouting from his partner's crotch.
Batman clutched the younger
man's wrist in his own hand and pulled it away. "Careful, old chum -- we
may both still be under the spell of The Spider's nefarious concoctions. In my
case at least, one more drop of precious fluid might prove fatal. Our first job
is to see that he's securely tucked away and notify the police. Once that's
done, the poison should be out of my system for good; then we'll race back to
the Batcave, and see where the night takes us next."
ÒHoly Arachnophilia, youÕre
right, Batman!Ó Robin cried. ÒBut I sure donÕt think I can hold it much longer.Ó
The Masked Manhunter smiled
and gave his sidekickÕs briefs a playful tap. ÒCourage, Robin. I know we can
lick this thing if we try.Ó
THE END
