I recall the warning that the guide gave me as he readied to drive away from my drop off point. “Be careful hombre, many men have disappeared in this desert never to return.” Not to be deterred from the danger I struck off. There were ruins in this area I just had to see. The local tribes had a myth about spider woman that I found to be irresistible and I had to see for myself. I chose to do this trip off season, as a spiritual quest I did not want the tourist looking at the pretty rocks distracting me.

It did not take long to reach the ruins only a few hours at most but the sun was going down and camp needed to be set up. The ruins would still be there tomorrow. As I set up camp a feeling of being watched came over me. I looked around many time but never saw a thing. I dismissed it as some coyote and continued my work. That night was hard. Normally I slept easy at camp listing to the sounds of nature and the like but this night was just off. There were times I swear I saw some one standing outside my tent but when I went to look no one was there. Finally I drifted off to a restless sleep dreaming about being a bug caught in a spider’s web.

Rising with the sun, I readied myself for a day at the ruins. Since I was a child when ever I went to places like this I had to wear khakis and a pith helmet. I have no idea why maybe due to TV at the time but it is a habit I never lost. The day went quickly learning bits here and there about this legend. One spot would refer to her huge appetite, some times she would be a spider anther time she was an erotic woman; but most of the time though she was the torso of a woman on a body of a spider; a creepy idea for sure. Though out the day I looked but could never find her name, it was always The Spider Woman, The Weaver, or The Great Mother. As the day was coming to a close I found myself at a wall that depicted the spider woman. She was hanging over a web with a man trapped in it. As I was looking at the text I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye dart behind some trees and I choose to go see who or what it was.

I got to the trees and nothing was there, not even prints in the dirt. My mind was playing tricks on me, I was spending too much time thinking about what the guide had said and now I was seeing things. I needed to refocus on what I was doing and get back to work. I turned around and as soon as I started to walk away I lost my footing a fell.

I awoke to find myself in darkness and unable to move. It was like I was glued to a wall. I could move some where my clothing was but my exposed arms and legs were secured well. I was there for what seems like hours in the total darkness until a heard foot steps. It sounded like a few women in high heels walking down a hallway and they were getting closer. The sound echoed off the walls so I had no idea where it was actually coming from. Soon they were upon me and I could feel a breath at the back of my neck. I knew there were people was behind me now but I had no idea how many.

A woman spoke is a hushed tone. “You have come a long way looking for me,” she said, “And now you have found me, or more accurately I have found you.” “You must be mistaken,” I reply, “I came here looking for stories of an ancient people. I did not even know anyone would be here.”

“Oh but you were looking for me,” She whispered in my ear. “Those stories are about me and my past. I have been watching you since you arrived with great interest. Now that you are here you can get to know me better than any one has in a long time.”

With that I was gagged and candles immediately light up the room I was in. I looked down and found this I was caught in a spider web literally. There was nothing tying me to this web I was actually stuck to it just as a fly would be.

As the relation comes to me that I am in trouble she moves to where I can see her. “See for yourself that I am not lying, I am the Spider Woman you came her to find!” She commanded. I look upon her and see that she is in fact the Spider Woman. She had raven black hair and brown eyes; her naked human body was well tanned and had a look of physical fitness. If she had been fully human she would have no trouble getting the attention of many a man. Then there was the spider half. Jet black and bulbous with all 8 legs attached. It attached to her human body right where her hips should have been. Terror over took me as I realized I have seen this body before. Many a time I have moved black widows from around my house and I know that body shape well. I was in trouble and was not expecting to live for very much longer.

“Now little my little man lets have a look at you” She uses her spider legs to tear my shirt to shreds. He eyes glen as she sees my now bare chest in front of her. She slowly traces one leg over my chest. “Such nice muscle tone on you, I must be sure to take my time.” She says to her self. It appears as if she has nothing more to say to me and is lost in thought on what she is planning for me.

It did not take long for her to come up with an idea. She moved as if she was made of water as she went behind me. She lashed my wrists to the webbing and then tore the webbing from my back removing what was left on my shirt. I felt one of her legs trace my spine as her breath warmed the back of my neck. She could do any thing she wanted to me now and there was nothing I could do to fight back. Her hands wrapped around my chest and she whispered in to my ear. “You will make a good servant but first you must be …broken”. With that she stepped away from me leaving me to wonder what she meant.

Soon I realized what she was taking about. Out of no where I was stuck in the back with what felt like a large rope. I had felt worse pain but I cried out n surprise. As if to be punished for my outburst I was stuck even harder that the first again causing me to vocalize my torment. Every sound I made caused another strike to my back. The outcries and screams of pain gave the hardest repose, the groans and whimpers gave a softer strikes but still painful. Mentally I made my self a vow, “no matter how bad the pain was I will not call for mercy. I will not beg to be let go.” This vow gave me resolve. No longer would I respond to this woman’s whipping on me.

It did not take long for her strikes to stop after I no longer made a sound. “Very good my little toy you have found some inner strength. It should serve you well as things progress.” With that I heard her walk over to the cave wall. “Now that you can take a beating Lets see how you deal with heat.” A source of light was coming closer to me as she approached. I knew she had taken a candle off of the walls and was bringing it over to me. It did not take any stretch of the imagination to know what she had planed next.

The hot wax burned as it hit my shoulders but I made no sound. The waxed slowly flowed from my shoulders to my chest and over my back. The pain was intense but I refused to even whimper. I may not have been given a willing choice to be here but I was not going to give this woman the pleasure or hearing me scream out. She went though her task of pouring the wax on me. Dripping it on my nipples and letting it flow down to my stomach she seemed to have some idea of a pattern she was trying to achieve. I began to notice that I was transcending the pain of that time. Every drip of the wax felt les painful and more and more enjoyable. The thought or getting pleasure from this woman’s attention was sticking to me. I should not have been enjoying what she was doing; I should have been scared for my life.

“I see we have made it to the next stage” I hear her say, “Your body betrays your feelings.” I look at her and see she is looking at my loins. I realized that my body has indeed betrayed me and she was well aware of it. “Now that I have your attention lets see the rest of you.” She pulled a small ebon dagger from behind her human body and proceeded to cut the waistband and belt inn one slice. The excitement of my body forced her to pull down the pants with one of her legs instead of them falling to the floor. As she cupped my manhood with her hand she whispered in my ear “You look like you can please me, once we get rid of that defiant streak you have developed”. She had let her grip fall away and soon I was feeling the sting of hot wax on my now exposed loins. With every drop of wax I found my self getting more and more excited. Soon I found I did not want her to stop what she was doing, the thoughts of mortal danger had left me and all I wanted was more.

She moved back around me running her hand along my chest as she moved. After she was out of my sight she removed her hand and did nothing. I knew she was still there as I did not hear her leave but she was no longer touching me. I could not stand it. I needed the attention from her. I called out the only thing I could think of “Mistress, why have you stopped?”

“I have stopped so you will know yourself. You will know that you want what I do to you, and you will come back to me for it.” I responded to her “Yes Mistress, I understand.” She came back in to my sight but no longer as the half spider form but as a full woman. “Now that you understand you shall be rewarded but not before you please me some more” With that she cut my bonds and lead me away.