Sarah was led into the room and forced to the ground. When she tried to run, they proved her with their scepter and she felt a shock stun her. She stumbled back groaning, her legs wobbly as she clawed her way up to her feet.
“There’s no point in fighting” a smug voice told her. “You’ll never escape from here.”
She looked up and scowled when she saw Lumpton standing there, his arms crossed confidently with a big smirk on his face. “At least you’re a prisoner too” she muttered.
“Oh, I’m not a prisoner” he said, nodding to the guards so they may leave them. “I can leave whenever I wish. You, on the other hand…”
“What do you want?” She snapped.
“I want to know how you came here” he said, approaching her cautiously. “How did you come to this place?” When she refused to answer, grabbed her arm roughly. “Tell me!”
“Let go of me” she growled, pulling her arm free.
He stepped back and glared at her. “Did anyone else come with you?” He asked, determined to know the answers. She stared back defiantly. He smiled. “I have ways of making you talk” he warned.
“Touch me, and you will regret it” she said, stepping back warily.
He laughed and brought his hands up. Then he put them down and fixed a focused gaze upon her. “I don’t need to touch you” he explained. “I’ve been learning a lot from our eight-legged friends here. Let me show you.” He closed his eyes and concentrated.
Sarah tensed, wondering what he was going to do. Then the pain ignited inside her head and she screamed. She could feel him, poking around in her mind, his probing fingers like white hot pokers. “Stop it! Please!” She begged, the pain more intense then she could withstand.
Lumpton eased her discomfort and watched her slump to her knees, her hair falling around her face hiding the tears dripping down her cheeks. “Don’t worry, I won’t need to hurt you to learn what I want to know” he said, closing his eyes and concentrating. Images of her memories came to him and he got the answers he sought. “I see you standing on the mat…you followed me though the bridge…I see a blue box…the Doctor…he came looking for you…” he chuckled. “He’s dead. Good.” He opened his eyes and sighed. “Pity. I was hoping you’d know where the Crystal was. No matter. If you don’t know, then neither do the others.” He turned away and moved towards the exit. There was nothing more he could learn from Sarah Jane Smith.
She pushed herself up to her feet shakily, wiping her face and staring after him. “He’s not dead” she shouted.
Lumpton paused to look over his shoulder. “No? But he soon will be. And in time, you’ll join him.”
She froze and glanced around at the spiderwebs lining the walls. “What will happen to me?”
Lumpton turned back to the young woman and grinned. “They won’t eat you right away. I hear they sometimes like to play with their food. Especially in they’re human.” His eyes took on a predatory gaze, glancing around before stepping towards her again. “Be a shame to waste such an opportunity, now that I think about it” he whispered.
Sarah didn’t like the way he was looking at her as he advanced. She stumbled back fearfully. “Stay back.”
“I already told you. There’s no escape.” He fixed his eyes on her and concentrated. Her body stiffened and she gasped, clutching her head resisting the assault on her mind. It was no use, however. He was too powerful. Her mental defenses crumbled and the man dominated her in moments.
Sarah Jane wavered on her feet for a moment, her arms falling to her sides, her eyes staring ahead blankly as Lumpton’s grin grew wider. He approached her cautiously, holding onto her mind with an iron grip, able to feel her struggling deep in her subconscious. He lifted her chin and stared into her eyes. He knew she was watching, unable to fight back. Unable to regain control. He gripped her face and kissed her deeply. Her body responded robotically, like a zombie. He brushed the hair behind her ear and admired her face. He was going to have some fun with her.
“I’ll let you in on a secret, Miss Smith” he said as he ran his hands over her. “When I was a boy, I used to play with dolls. And my that, I mean I used to undress them to see if they were anatomically correct. Who knew it would make good practice for this opportunity” he grinned as he lifted her shirt up over her boobs, groping her tits admiring how soft they were. He tweaked her nipples and gave them a slap, watching her face to see her reaction. To his dismay, her response was minimal. He slapped her across the cheek next, but she merely grunted. “Pity. I like my girls to put up a little resistance while I break them” he complained, turning her head in his hands monitoring her response. As a final test, he wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed, staring into her vacant eyes as he choked her. He let her go before she had a chance to pass out from strangulation. “Oh well. At least you can’t ring me up to HR when I do this now” he said, grabbing her ass and coping a large feel. He did the same for between her legs, touching her in ways that would be considered sexual harassment. I’ll be doing more than harassing tonight, he thought.
“Get on your knees” he ordered. Sarah blinked slowly and did as she was told. “Finally. A bitch who follows orders” he cheered, unbuckling his belt. He pulled out his penis and stroked it until it was erect. He brought it to Sarah’s face and rubbed it against her, slapping her in the cheek a few times. “I bet I could poke your eye out and you’d just sit there” he muttered, grabbing a handful of her hair and tilting her head back. “Now open wide” he instructed. Her jaw lowered and he guided his cock into her open mouth. “There you go. Now to put that mouth to good use. Suck on it, you little whore.”
Sarah’s mouth began sucking, as requested. But her actions were dull, robotic, almost lifeless. Lumpton rolled it cock around a moment before getting irritated at how boring it was. “Come on, suck it! For fuck sake, it’s like getting a blowjob from a zombie. I’ve had bimbos who could give better head than this. Suck my cock like you would it…if I was your doctor friend” he suggested.
That command registered somewhere in Sarah’s subconscious. Her motions moved up a gear and she applied more effort to her suction. Her hands came up and tugged on his trousers, her mouth sliding up and down his dick faster. Her eyes fell closed and she moaned softly.
Lumpton grinned in approval. “Well, that’s more like it. I guess your friend the Doctor has a way with his patients, hey Miss Smith? That’s it. Suck it nice and hard” he moaned, rolling his head back and enjoying the feel of her lips and tongue pleasuring his cock. After a minute he got very aroused and upped the ante. His hands curled into her hair and slammed himself deeper into her throat. “Yes, take it you fucking whore” he growled, grabbing her head and face fucking her harder. She gagged around him when he filled her throat, shoving his length into her faster, skull fucking her into oblivion. He looked down when he felt her fingers claw at his legs and smack his thighs desperately, her throat constricting as she choked. It was his favorite part. It made him hard, and excited. He thrust deep into her mouth and groaned when he evaluated. He didn’t give her any warning. He just pumped his semen into her throat and unloaded his balls down her gullet.
He didn’t let go of her head until he was finished. By then, Sarah’s lips were blue and she had semen pouring out of her nose. He pulled her off by the hair and she coughed up his cum in and effort to gasp for air. She felt like she was drowning. She doubled over onto her hands and knees and heaved, her eyes watering, her cheeks stained with tears. She was shaking when she finally found the ability to breathe, sobbing uncontrollably, wishing she could curl up into a ball. “You’re a…monster…” she whimpered.
Lumpton regained his senses and realized his concentration had slipped. He looked down at the trembling girl and grinned. “Not a monster, my dear. Just a man who knows his place in the world. Now, why don’t you make like a good bitch and turn around.”
Sarah swallowed the bile she wanted to throw up, steeling herself to spit in his face when she felt his mind dominate her again. She resisted but it was fruitless, leaving her placid and docile once more as she crawled around on her hands and knees, presenting her backside to her master. She climbed up onto the benches when he told her to, brining her ass up to his level where he could remove her of her trousers and her panties. He molested her bum before giving them a firm smack. She grunted mutely in response, once more under his control.
“Yes…this will do perfectly” he said, admiring her ass while he waited for his cock to grow stiff again. He ran a thumb through her folds, spreading her pussy lips to examine. It looked like quite the treasure to plunder. However, he had a very rational fear of commitment and consequences, which meant her was terrified of entering a woman’s pussy unprotected. Luckily, he had more pleasurable preferences as his gaze lifted to the tight hole of her anus. “Has your doctor friend ever put his dick in here, Miss Smith?” He inquired, inserting a finger into her back door.
Sarah winced as she was violated in her virgin hole, a part of her subconscious screaming at him, begging not to put it in there.
Lumpton tested the vice grip his finger received and grinned. “Nothing like breaking a virgin” he muttered to himself, removing his finger and positioning his unlubricated cock. He pressed it against her small opening and wiggled it until it wedged inside of her. “Don’t worry. We’ll soon loosen you up. It should feel better than that stick you keep up there” he joked, forcing his way into her from behind.
Sarah grunted and winced as the man forced himself into her ass, her nails digging into the stone bench as her eyes watered. Pain erupted in her body and she couldn’t suppress a whimper when he began thrusting, raping her from behind. His control over her never wavered, so the only sound she could make was a robotic grunt each time he thrusted. He fucked her roughly, like an animal, gripping her hips and smacking her ass periodically as hard as he could. It was as if the man got off on torturing young women. There was a chance that wasn’t far from the truth. Sarah retreated into the back of her mind, seeking comfort in the numbness his domination brought to her body. But while her body may not feel anything in this state, the lingering fear that he might break her haunted the subconscious of Sarah Jane Smith. Lumpton was a monster, who took pleasure of violating helpless women and bringing them pain for his pleasure.
He finally reached his peak, fucking her so hard he could break her neck against the wall, ejaculating into her ass and savoring the tightness of her seal. He filled her anal cavity with cum and buried his load as deep as he could. Sarah grunted quietly as she was forced to accept his load, offering no word of complaint. Docile and compliant. The perfect woman, in Lumpton’s opinion. He gave her ass a parting slap before extracting his cock from her body. “It’s a shame we won’t be able to do this again, Miss Smith” he said regrettably, zipping up his trousers and circling around to gaze into her vacant eyes. “I must leave you for our eight-legged friends now. But I’ll treasure our time together. Goodbye, my little whore” he smiled arrogantly, releasing his grip on her mind and exiting the room without a backwards glance.
Sarah slumped forward, gasping in horror as feeling came back. The pain in her ass was excruciating and she whimpered quietly. She curled up into that ball and trembled, her gut heaving, trying to force his vile seed out of her butt.
Then, after a few minutes, she felt another presence invade her mind. “No. Please, no more” she pleaded, begging desperately as another dominating mind violated her.
“Hush” a voice whispered in her head. This presence was more powerful than Lumpton, but also softer. It’s words calmed her fearful mind and she found herself exhaling as her tense muscles relaxed. The pain faded away until she felt like she was floating, rolling over on the bench forgetting what she had been so terrified off.
She looked up and saw the webs lining the ceiling, and the spider descending towards her. It was the largest she had seen so far. Her eyes widened in shock, but when she went to scream her voice caught in her throat. The soothing presence calmed her again and her eyelids became heavy, as if her body was suddenly exhausted. “What…who are you?” She mumbled.
“I am the caretaker of this room. I am the weaver. I will not hurt you, two-leg. You should not fear me. Instead you should sleep.”
“Sleep? Yes…so tired” Sarah agreed, exhaustion washing over her as she struggled to keep her head up. She made a feeble attempt to escape but her arms couldn’t support her and she rolled over the ledge. The spider reached down and caught her, weaving a hammock of webs for her to land in. “What will happen to me?” She asked drowsily.
“That will be up to the council” the weaver told her as it lifted her up into the air. She was rolled up into its legs to be cocooned in webs, the motions gently rocking her further into sleep. Its mind continued to placate her fears, keeping her docile and calm as she was wrapped up. “I should think you will be lucky. They may simply eat you. Your fate could be worse.”
“What could be worse than being eaten?” She asked, now hanging in its grasp with her hair falling over her face. Her eyelids were so heavy she could barely keep her eyes open.
“We do not often bring female two-legs here. Usually we reserve their captivity for the season of breeding. We discovered long ago the females serve better as hatcheries than the males. We would impregnate their wombs with our brood and let them carry our offspring until they hatch. Our young get much nourishment from their bodies after they are born.”
Sarah got an imprinted memory from the spider of how they impregnate their female victims. There was a moment of horror as she was given a vivid dream of how she might be assaulted by these spiders, their sexual organs and ovipositors forcing themselves into her pussy and injecting their eggs into her uterus, filling her up until her belly was swollen and full. But they it’s mind soothed her and she looked at the mental image of her becoming a brood-mother feeling numb instead. A female two-leg, good for nothing but breeding stock. “Is that what will happen to me?” She asked quietly.
“No. The mating season is not for another few years. You will have no need to carry our young. Nor do we have any desire to mate with your kind unnecessarily” it promised. It had finished wrapping her from head to toe in webbing, lowering her cocoon onto the bench gently. “You will be stored here until the council decides what to do with you. I recommend you sleep until then. You may become distress when you awaken. I advise you not to panic. Your memory may be foggy, but you will recall what brought you here. There is no escape” it assured her.
Sarah sighed as she absentmindedly tested the stretch of her cocoon. The webs were tight but there was a comfort in being wrapped up so snugly. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she dozed right to sleep as the presence left her mind, the spider retreating back up into its web. Despite the traumatic ordeal she was going through, for a few hours Sarah’s dreams were very pleasant.
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