A Spider Named Claire, Encounter 1: Succubus [MF][Femdom][CBT][Sci-Fi][Drugs]

This is my first time attempting to write any kind of fiction, much less erotic. Any feedback/critique appreciated beyond content. I already know I have weird taste. :)

A few notes as preface:

* The ship this scene takes place on is at rest and depends on thrust for gravity. So currently – zero g.
* I really hate the obligatory physical description part of most stuff I read on here, so I omitted it. Use your imagination and fill in the gaps. Protag is written to be a handsome self-insert.

Hope you enjoy!

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I was pulling myself along a series of padded handholds down the corridor to the Hospitality sector, on my way to see Claire. I felt a little silly booking her for the third time in as many weeks, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her smile, the little razor edge I could see glinting behind her eyes. I told myself this time I’d do it, I’d ask about getting dommed. She was a professional, after all, it’s business for her, not personal. I wasn’t going to pussy out again.

I made my way through the Hospitality complex to her studio and palmed the panel to open the door. Expecting soft music, the dark greens and candlelight gently scented with incense that she’d set the room to in our previous massage sessions, I was a little shocked when the door opened to darkness broken up by a mosaic of shifting colored lights and a low throbbing bassline. I pushed back from the door for a second, looking over my shoulders and blushing terribly. A few people in the open area of the concourse glanced over and grinned cheekily, but hey, some people like to rave. Not that weird. Cheeks still hot, I sheepishly kicked through the door and closed it behind me.

Immediately, she was on me, hot body pressing against mine and writhing, mouth moving over mine. Our lips mingled and I felt the cool, hard metal of the ring in her lower lip contrasting against the feverish, silken flesh it was embedded in. Her questing tongue pushed into my mouth and I tasted something strange – it flashed bitter for a second before making my tongue and lips tingle, fading to numbness. The feeling came back a second later with a rush that crashed over the rest of my body, settling hard in my erogenous zones, instantly making my nipples hard and blood start to pool in my cock, even my asshole feeling hot. I’d heard of this stuff but never tried it, knew it had to be Succubus based on the sexual kick. I’m not much into the drug scene, but I know it’s something like the great grandchild of MDMA, salted with human arousal hormones. Real popular stuff in the clubs and bordellos out here, illegal on Earth and anywhere else there’s a population problem. Our tongues touched for another moment, enough for me mentally add another hidden stud to my tally, before she withdrew, smiling crookedly with that wicked gleam in her eye.

I felt the drug wash over my body in a wave. My pupils dilated, the patterned lights emanating from the ceiling took on hallucinatory depth and saturation, ringed in complexly layered halos of rainbow light. The beat of the music became something I could feel as deep as my heartbeat and seemed to pulse from my tailbone to my skull. My mind was loose in my skull and seemed to roll around inside it. A tremor welled up in my chest and shook my body, setting me a little adrift in the chaotic environment of the room.

Claire grabbed me by the shoulders and I was able to focus on her properly for the first time since her initial ambush as she pinned me to the wall and straddled my hips, floating over my pelvis and gyrating her hips in the null gravity, grinding against my rapidly thickening cock, bucking against me to the animalistic beat of the music.

“First time, huh?” I managed a nod and a moan through the shivers of pleasure. “I could tell by that stupid look on your face as the first wave hit. Second time you do it you know what’s coming, lean into it. Just try and ride the waves.”

Colors splashing across her face randomly, I could see her pupils were dilated too, and the hot flush of her skin told me she was riding the same wave I was. She hung in front of me, dressed in an outfit that seemed more straps than anything, some kind of hybrid offspring of rave wear and a BDSM harness. Black leather and fine chains framing her breasts, crisscrossing her abdomen and pelvis, with tiny, sheer triangular panels barely covering her nipples and labia. A stripe of dark, well-groomed pubic hair stood out against the pale skin of her exposed mons, above which hung her animated tattoo of a black widow spider, dangling from a line of web anchored to her navel. It seemed to be watching me, but that could have been the drugs. The steel of her nipple rings flashed through the fine mesh of her top as the lights hit them. Her nails, painted red, were shaped into points, jutting a little way out beyond the tips of her fingers. The ring finger’s nail on each hand was painted black in contrast to the rest and bore the red hourglass shape that her ani-tat spider bore. A black leather choker circled her neck, the word “BITCH” inscribed over her throat in silver. Her hair was mostly pulled back into a small spiky ponytail or pinned down with barrettes a few strays floating loose without gravity to hold them down.

She had continued talking through my reverie. I willed myself to focus on her face, taking my eyes off of the visual magnet of her body, but the drug cartwheeling through my system made every sensory input come through at maximum volume, and I was completely awash in the overload.

“…could feel it, the first time I saw you, you know. There’s just a vibe subs like you give off, I can almost smell it on you.” She unzipped my suit and freed my arms, began removing it, leaving me bare chested. She moved her hands to my bared shoulders and slid them down the muscles of my chest. I moved my hands to rest on her waist, she didn’t try to stop me. “I saw you my first day on board, you know. In the mess – your jaw almost fell into your food, and I could feel your eyes locked on me. I knew for sure as soon as I got the new appointment alert, 5 minutes after you scurried away. You were hard when you sent that request, weren’t you?” She cocked her head and ran a glossy red-nailed finger down the side of my jaw, smiled. Her voice had taken on an edge now I hadn’t heard before. A tone of gleaming teeth grinning in the dark, of a cat with a mouse between its claws, playing with her food before she ate it. I ran my hands up and down her sides, marveling at the tight muscles of her core. The succubus was fucking me hard now, and Claire was an otherworldly figure emitting ionizing levels of carnal radiation. I was in heaven with a demon in my lap.

“Lucky for you, I think that’s cute. I knew though, after you didn’t broach the subject in our last session, that I’d have to be the one to break the ice. Fortunately,” she purred, raking a hand down my chest down my chest again, this time her nails leaving long red lines in their wake, “…I think you like this, don’t you? I thought about asking you first, but I think the evidence is clear you’re happy with the way this is going.” Her hand shot under the waistband of my underwear and grabbed my hardening cock, squeezed hard for a few seconds, then released, while my hands explored her lower back and the firm curves of her ass. I could feel the imprints her nails had left in my shaft, pain like bright hard light, as the blood returned. She pushed off of my chest, crossed her arms across her tits and fixed me with a hard look.

“Strip.”

I could no more resist than stop breathing. I shucked my clothes, cutting a funny sight, I’m sure, as I spun around the room trying to get my shoes off. By the time I was naked, Claire had dialed the music and the lights down to a subliminal throb and opened the doors on a couple of backlit recesses in the wall. She pointed to one by the door and told me to put my clothes in it. I did so, shut it, and when I turned around she was floating in the middle of the room holding some leather cuffs, figure silhouetted by the light coming from the open panel behind her, which looked like a display case for various whips, floggers, and other items I couldn’t identify in my addled state. She threw the cuffs to me and she didn’t have to tell me what to do. I quickly strapped them around my ankles and wrists under her amused watch. As I straightened back up, she approached me and pushed me back a little in the room.

“I’ve got a lot in store for you tonight. Normally we’d have talked about your likes and dislikes before we started, but since I’m having to take the lead here…” She trailed off as she lifted my arms and hooked the wrist cuffs to a carabiner strapped to the ceiling. I could only watch as she clipped them to the ring. She shook them to make sure they were fastened and continued speaking as she moved down to fasten my feet. She snapped them in, my body forming an inverted Y floating in the middle of the room. She swam over to the recess, and as I got a good look at her back, I saw that the straps formed a spiderweb centered at the nape of her neck. The ani-tat spider had migrated there and was slowly picking its way along the metal and leather web, its carapace black and shiny, somehow reflecting the same colored lights I was seeing. Her pert ass was framed by a small triangle of the same translucent material that covered her nipples. It covered the top third of her cheeks before descending into the cleft and disappearing, baring the bottoms of those firm white globes to bounce and twitch as she touched off the walls and floor to stay stationary.

She grabbed a few tools and came back, leaving her haul floating behind me to my left, just out of my range of vision. She grabbed a capped tube and carefully squeezed viscous liquid into her palm and rubbed her hands together. Now lubricated and warm, she ran her hands over my cock and balls, spreading the lubricant around, occasionally slipping a finger back over my taint and circling my asshole. Another tremor as her drug-amplified touch caused a cascade of pleasure to run through me, making my skin rise in goosebumps despite the close heat of the room.

Reaching behind me, she grabbed a narrow black silicone cock ring and pulled my balls through it, followed by my engorged but still soft cock. She leaned into my body and put her mouth close to my ear.

“I should tell you – I extended our session for an extra hour. Since we didn’t cover this before, we’re going to take a nice long time to find out what you like… and what you hate,” and squeezed my balls, hard, without warning, pulling them out and down from my body at the same time. I groaned and twisted in my restraints, but couldn’t do anything to free myself or my aching testicles. I was stuck, floating, arms and legs unable to stretch to either the floor or ceiling without hitting the extent of the other’s restraint. Her wicked smile widened as she moved back and watched me writhe under her ministrations. Her nails dug deeper and deeper into my sack, and not even the drug slamming through my skull could transmute it to pleasure.

“M-mercy, please! please!” I gasped, “Please Claire!” She let go of my balls and slapped me across the face, just hard enough to sting.

“You will call me Miss Bitch, if you speak at all.” She put her hand on her chin, cocking her head to regard me thoughtfully, reached back to the tools, grabbed a rubber bar gag and grabbed my jaw gently, but firmly.

“Open.” I complied and noticed I had been clenching my jaw and grinding my teeth, a common side effect of the stimulants she’d fed me. She fit the rubber bar between my teeth and tightened the straps until it was securely embedded in my mouth.

“Good?” She asked, with a smirk. I could only grunt. Bracing herself against the walls, she circled me, looking me up and down, still somehow managing to gracefully strut as she moved. She ran a nail, slowly, from the base of my skull down my spine to my tailbone and I shuddered with the tingling rush it sent through me. I looked down at my cock to see it was as hard and swollen as I’d ever seen it, veins bulging from the shaft and head flared hard. It ached to be touched, and I could see it visibly bobbing with my elevated pulse. I arched my back and moaned, hoping she’d get the hint. Her nail traced from the small of my back around and over my right hip, then trailed down the edge of my lower abs, meeting the dark happy trail in the middle and, pressure increasing, over my trimmed pubes and hard down the vein on top of my cock. Her nail popped over the swollen ridge of my glans and off, making my cock bob up and down and eliciting a muffled squeak from me.

Her hand came down, hard, without warning and she slapped the head with her fingertips. The sharp, sudden pain made me start and yelp through the gag. She did it again and again, altering it with upstrokes targeting my frenulum. After what felt like a hundred of these and nearing my limit, she grabbed my dick, holding it upright, and rolled the pad of her thumb up the underside, squeezing out a jiggling globe of precum.

“Hmm, already?” She purred. She collected the globe with the thumb and fingers of her other hand, and brought them up in front of my face, pinching the sticky fluid between them. “I like to taste myself, pet, do you?” She pushed the drop into my mouth, around the gag. Normally I would have been grossed out, but the succubus melting my brain and the one torturing my body had me so horny the musky flavor just turned me on more and I groaned, my eyes involuntarily rolling back into my head a little. Had they been supporting me, my knees would have gone weak.

“Oh, you’re going to be a fun little toy, I can tell,” she smirked. “But we can’t have you getting too excited too early.” She pulled a long rod with a small ring at one end of it out of the cabinet, and set it into a small hole I hadn’t noticed in the floor between my feet. The end of the rod sank in several centimeters and then locked with a magnetic click. The metallic ring at the other end was now locked in front of my pelvis. Maybe it was the drugs, but the ring had the chromed, oil-on-water sheen of smartmatter. I had a sudden vision of a spider approaching her prey, struggling in the web as she took my cock and pushed the head through the ring. She adjusted a stud on the front of the rod and the ring tightened just behind my corona, making the glans bulge and purple.

I tried to tug backwards, but the pillory tightened down painfully. I was trapped by the end of my cock, with no way to get it out. As I stopped pulling, the ring receded to feel just tight, not strangling. Claire – Miss Bitch, I mean, watched me struggle with an amused cat’s grin. She reached down and flicked the head of my cock. I jerked my pelvis away from the flick on reflex and the ring clamped down again, holding on for a second before releasing this time.

“I don’t want you to think this is all about you, now,” she said as pushed off the floor. The muscles in her core twisted as she spun around in front of me, aiming her ass at my face. She reached back and hooked a finger into the back of her panties as she drifted towards me, pulling her pulling the sheer triangle to the side, revealing neat pink labia, glistening with arousal. I only glimpsed it for a second before she was straddling my face, legs hooked under my armpits and my nose buried between her asscheeks. Her pussy was soaked, and she tightened her legs and began to grind, rubbing herself all over my face like she was marking her territory. Bar gag still between my teeth, I couldn’t even lick at her properly. All I could do was whimper as she denied me and continued to grind. She laughed as leaned down (or forward) toward my belly and resumed languidly flicking and slapping my cock, occasionally venturing down to assault my balls as well. After making sure every square centimeter of my face was smeared with her juices, she sat up and reached behind my head, loosening the gag and pulling it out of my mouth to hang around my neck in a quick motion.

“Thank you Miss Bitch,” I groaned. Needing no encouragement, I started greedily lapping at her, finding another metal stud as I probed for her clit. She moaned and shuddered, tensing her thighs against me when I flicked at it with my tongue and found the soft bead underneath. I kept worshipping her pussy with my lips and tongue, experimenting to find which movements and locations pleased her. I knew I had found a good technique when she gasped and stopped assaulting my cock, distracted by the sensations I was giving her. The drug and my arousal had me in a raw, animalistically sexual state of mind and I breathed in the smell of her like it was mana.

I had lost myself in serving her when I felt the tremors of her orgasm starting, and her hips bucked against my face, legs clamping down hard to pull herself to me. Her breathing got fast and heavy, her body trembling and tensing until she released a string of profanities and dug her nails into my abdomen. I was sure she’d drawn blood, with how hard she was gripping me. Eventually the spasms quieted and she drifted off my face. I was treated with an up close view of her pussy again, flushed and slick, the small inner lips swollen with arousal and the silver stud through her hood winking at me in the shifting lights. I had never wanted to sink my cock into anything more.

She seemed to recover herself and pushed off of me, fumbling with the string sides of her panties, undoing a hidden clasp on either side and pulling them out from the web of straps. She left them, floating near the ceiling, visibly dewed with the fruits of our labor – sweat, saliva, and her slick nectar. She extricated her top similarly, leaving her breasts bare and glistening, nipple rings jutting out, free to bob in the null g. She brought her face back down to mine, and we kissed deeply for a moment before she pushed back.

“I love tasting my pussy on a man’s lips. That was surprisingly good for a ship rat, where’d you learn those moves?”

“Thank you mistress.” She grinned at me. “Just talented, I guess. Always liked eating pussy.”

“Well shit, lucky me, I guess.” She took another breath and shook herself.“Okay, quick check, you good? Need anything adjusted, water?”

“Water please miss, everything else is good.”

She grabbed a squeezebulb from a little refrigerator panel, and fed it to me, one wobbling orb a time, that edge back in her eyes. Once I’d swallowed the last of it, she went and grabbed one for herself and drank half of it in one pull. She chuckled and looked over at me.

“I put another dose in each of these, you know.”

I had thought the water tasted a little bitter, but put it down to the ship’s imperfect recyclers. I was still feeling the first dose, but the tiger I’d been riding had admittedly slowed from a sprint to a canter, and while the tiny island of my mind that hadn’t been subsumed by the frothing sea of chemical pleasure and would normally protest being unwittingly dosed with a powerful drug (twice!) was screaming, the lapping waves of pleasure quickly eroded any logical protest.

“Bring it on, Miss Bitch” I grinned, feeling a familiar heat start to rise in my stomach again. Claire laughed and finished her bulb, sticking both empties back in the chiller. She kicked off the far wall, twisting in mid-flight towards me to deliver a flick to my balls that I tried to dodge, forgetting about the pillory, and grunted as it clamped down on me.

“I don’t know if I hate this thing or love it,” I gasped, gesturing with my chin at the rod and ring imprisoning my dick, still clamped. It finally released, this time after a messy count of 5. I figured it must be set to hold on a little longer each time it gets tripped, and made a mental note to try not to set it off any more.

“You’d better love it, that smartmatter cost a fucking lot. Not all of my clients are worth using it on.” She punctuated her sentence with a sharp slap on my ass and reached under me to grab my balls, circling her fingers around and stretching them back behind me. She pushed something tight but soft over them, one at a time, cinching around my bag and pinning my balls down to the bottom. I heard a click as I felt her doing something unseen between me and the wall behind.

“OK slut,” my cheeks colored at her words. “I’ve got you right where I want you.” Visions of the spider in the web again. “Your dick, as you know, is trapped by that lovely little ring, and your balls,” she paused to flick each individually eliciting groans from me, “are now tied off to the wall behind you. You’re pinned, bimbo. Between two rocks and a hard thing!” She laughed, maybe a little too hard, at her own joke and pushed on my lower back, causing my balls to stretch behind me. I tried to pull my pelvis back to relieve the pressure, but that just tripped the ring again, and it tightened warningly around my cock. I tried to find the equilibrium point I’d been in seconds ago, but she must have tightened the strap on my balls while I was distracted because I couldn’t find it. Either I was pulling on my balls or getting the head of my dick pinched.

She circled my body, swatting at me with a riding crop, laughing as I flinched away from her blows, only to yank on one or both of my entrapped and separated genitals, perpetually in a state of torment. All the while, the succubus she’d fed me was crescendoing again. I started relishing the way my balls getting tugged felt, the pain subsumed by pleasure. I knew the big wave was coming again, so I did like she said and rode it, pushing my hips towards the pillory and relishing the feeling of the sensitive flesh inside my sac stretching.

Miss Bitch was watching me though, and knew the succubus was riding me. As I pushed forward, she tightened the strap tying my balls to the wall again, pulling me back to the point where they stretched to the limit, pulling my hips back and making the pillory clamp down on my cockhead, stretching my dick to it’s limit as well. The sensation blew past the hot silk of the succubus high.

“OH FUCK! MERCY! Please! Mercy Miss Bitch!”, I sobbed, eyes bugging with the intensity. Floating in front of me, she pouted with exaggerated disappointment.

“Is that all you can take? We’ll have to work on that. Ok, I’ll let you go, but you have to beg me for one more smack with the crop first.” She made her evil little grin and I saw that fire behind her eyes raging now, pupils fully dilated and eyes wide with the high. She slapped the crop into her hand.

“Well?”

“Please, please Miss Bitch, please…” I panted. I worked my arms and legs out of pure reflex to scramble away, but couldn’t gain purchase on the air around me. The pain was intense, a deep weight below my stomach, a sense of wrongness, and a crackling current of electric pain shooting down my dick.

“Please what?” Another slap.

“Please hit me one more time and let me out of this, Miss Bitch, please.”

“Oh, but where? Where do you want to be hit so badly, pervert?” Her eyes wandered back and forth across my body, lingering on my stretched and quivering balls.

“My balls, Miss, please hit my balls and let me out”, I managed, reading her look.

“Ok, if you insist…” She said languidly, drawing out additional seconds before I’d be released. She rubbed the paddle gently over my swollen orbs before yanking it back and delivering a stinging slap that had me howling as my trapped balls had nowhere to go to bounce away from the impact. I clenched my jaw and breathed in controlled bursts, willing the pain to sink under the roiling sea of the S inside me. I heard a click and my balls came free, still ringed by the soft collar, but released from the tension of the strap. It felt so good to have them hanging normally again a few tears welled up around my eyes. Claire’s lithe body pressed up against me, and I felt her breath on my cheek.

“Oh holy shit, are you crying? That’s fucking hot.” She licked the tears that had welled up on my left cheekbone. With her legs wrapped around my pelvis, I could feel the heat radiating off her pussy. Her breasts pressed against my naked chest, soft and metal tipped. She licked the other cheek, and moved her mouth to my ear.

“I can still taste myself on your face, which reminds me – I think I deserve to come again after putting you through that, don’t I?” Her hot breath in my ear made my spine tingle. “Now, don’t worry, I’m not going to tie your nuts to the wall again. Well, not right now, anyway. Your balls look good tied up, you know? You’ve got a nice pair.” Despite my situation I still found some way to feel embarrassed. “No, I think I’m going to release these…” She reached up over my head. I enjoyed the view of her breasts moving and elongating over her ribs as she stretched to work the clips holding my hands. I leaned forward to take a nipple into my mouth, flipping the ring with my tongue. It tasted like sex. Claire looked down and paused her work with the cuffs, rolling her eyes at me but smiling. I kept sucking on her nipple until my hands came loose, still cuffed, but free from the ceiling and each other. She pushed down towards the floor and I rolled my shoulders a little against any stiffness, but the forcible relaxation the drug conferred seem to keep things from getting tight.

Unconsciously, I reached down to stroke myself. A quick strike from the flogger to my still-trapped cock stopped my hands from getting there.

“No! Bad bad boy! Don’t be a greedy slut!” Her voice sounded mad, but she had a laughing twinkle in her eye. She reached down the control studs on the rod and opened the ring. My cock slid out, an angry mark behind the head where it’d been squeezed so many times. I felt a trickle in my cock as the precum that had built up behind the ring oozed out, finally undammed. Claire quickly grabbed the shimmering blob with two fingers and swiped them over my lips like lip gloss before I could react. She then kissed me, lips smearing my precum around between our mouths. Our tongues met, mingling the mixture between us. She groaned and swore gently into my mouth.

“Fuck, that’s hot! You’re making this harder than it has to be. I was just going to keep the pillory as it was, but now…” She pumped my cock with her hand, bringing it back to full hardness. Having my cock stimulated in a purely pleasurable manner was almost too much with the succubus high, and I found myself feeling the familiar contractions inside.

“Miss, please, I’m close…”

To be continued in part 2 (character limit’s a bitch)

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