You narrowly escaped the fiendish cuckold revels of Ms. Kaymarie’s party, and were slightly dazed and out of breath as you stumbled through the Enchantrix Dungeon into an area that looked a bit like…

Haunted woods. Complete with spider webs to trap the unwary.

The Illusion was furthered by what appeared to be large trees hung with Spanish moss, their otherwise bare branches reaching eerily to the high vaulted ceilings, dry ice fog billowing around your ankles, the crunch of leaves beneath your feet, and the shimmer of oversized spider webs gleaming between tree trunks and off the faintly glowing path. Dramatic lighting that would have fit right into a horror flick capped off the slightly sinister, otherworldly effect in a way the made the hair on the back of your neck rise, your pulse race, and your skin crawl. You wanted OUT, now.

You frantically began searching down the path

–Looking for an exit, a door, ANYTHING that would free you from the eerie twilight web-infested horror of the woods without having to backtrack & potentially be ravished by demon dicks in Ms. KayMarie’s cuckold party…only to see a sight that made your blood run cold: A squirming human-sized body, entirely wrapped in gleaming gossamer threads, pinned against one of the oversized webs. You let out a terrified curse and began to run in pure panic, leaving the glowing path & instantly feeling silky threads drifting against your skin, caressing your body, wrapping around you…

A high, keening scream ripped out of you as flailed in the darkness

Feeling more and more of those gossamer threads drifting against your flesh. It seemed as if the webs would swallow you whole–You frantically spun around, trying to flee back the way you came, only to feel the silky threads tightening, trapping you. You dimly heard a wicked giggle coming from the shadows, then the soft glow of a lantern illuminated the face of a young woman, her strawberry blonde hair tumbling in loose waves down her back, her blue green eyes glowing with diabolical amusement in the lantern’s light. She was dressed a bit like a forest fairy—but not the Disneyfied version. From her long talons, to the bull whip looped around her waist, to the tattered wings and jewelry trimmed in skulls, THIS fairy looked like she emerged from the darkest, most sinister of Grimm’s fairy tales.

“Relax, it’s only stockings.”

You hear the dry humor in my voice with a sense of disbelief–but now that the lantern’s light was more clearly illuminating the scene, you can clearly see that you are indeed wrapped tightly in shredded stockings dangling down from the branches like vines–all your flailing about merely bound you tighter.

I slide my talons along your bare skin, and you watch as more shredded stockings slither forward almost like snakes from the forest floor & down from the trees, wrapping around you like boa constrictors, adding to the sense of being completely bound, trapped, wrapped gently but inescapably in a silken cocoon.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Strangely enough, it really did. The feeling of silk sliding over your bare skin, the surprising strength of such a delicate fabric holding you so tightly… maybe it was the adrenaline talking, but feeling that sheer mesh softly caressing you, wrapping around you, felt AMAZING. Peaceful. Relaxing. You stopped fighting and went limp, and the silk held you in place. It was like being swaddled in bliss, and the gentle caress of my fingers just beyond that sheer barrier, the radiating warmth of my touch, was making your whole body throb and ache like something out of a sensual dream.

“Erotic mummification can be quite a treat, isn’t it sweetheart?”

You can’t see my face anymore through the layers of stockings wrapping you & binding you–but there’s something about the devious grin you hear in my voice that chills your gut, that warns you too late to be wary. “…Unfortunately, you caused quite a mess before you ran headfirst into my hosiery. You broke three of my friend’s webs. You’ll need to pay for that.”

My voice seems to be getting further away, but you can hear something coming. Something large enough to make the tree branches rattle and groan, something skittering above your head. With a sense of horror, you realize that you’re being hoisted up into the air–your feet aren’t touching the ground anymore. You’re still wrapped in layer upon layer of silk stockings, but you can feel something moving against your cocoon–drifting against it, spinning you in place. There’s something about the movement that feels…wrong. Inhuman. You panic as a loud, low, chittering growl sounds from your left, and you realize EIGHT massive talons are carefully feeling over your mesh prison, looking for weaknesses.

My fiendish laughter drifts faintly back to you: “I hope you remember your safe word!”

Will you remember your safe word or be able to break free from your silken prison? Will you escape the nightmare of Ms. Lilly’s haunted woods & her mysterious ‘friend’? Will you be able to find refuge with Ms. Harper? Follow the Halloween blog train to see what twisted fate awaits you next!