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Rachel whimpered helplessly as the leader of her new team explored her body. Gloved fingers ghosted across her skin, narrow and spindly, like legs of one of Taylor’s spiders. She caressed Rachel’s arm gently, never pulling or yanking. Just lightly caressing the firm muscle. Taylor dragged a single finger down Rachel’s arm. Heat followed wherever that finger went, like she was striking a match.
Down past the bicep, trailing past that stretch of muscle on the underside of her shoulder, the touch leaving her for a moment as Taylor dragged it over Rachel’s too-tight sports bra, and then returning even stronger once it reached the deep ridges of her abs.
Rachel gasped as Taylor’s finger trailed over the hard lines, gently stroking the V poking out of her boy-shorts. She jumped slightly, sucking in air, and giving a deep, throaty moans. She was cut off almost immediately by the loop of silk around her throat tightening, the other end held by Taylor’s other hand.
Taylor pressed closer to Rachel, her thin lips dragging against her ear. Her breath was warm as she spoke.
“I thought I told you to stay still.” She said in her signature flat monotone.
Rachel shivered from the tiny puffs of air. “S-sorry.” She grit her teeth and screwed her eyes shut, just barely keeping herself from jumping every time Taylor pressed close to her center.
Taylor hooked her finger under the hem of Rachel’s underwear, pulled it back, then released. It snapped back into place, stinging against the skin. Rachel jumped slightly once more.
The silk leash tightened once more. Rachel panted as Taylor pulled her closer, skin dragging against skin, leaving deep gouges all the while.
“Don’t. Move.” Taylor whispered in her ear.
Rachel whimpered.
What else could she do?
She hadn’t expected this when she joined the Undersiders. All she was looking for was a place to make a solid paycheck. Somewhere she and her dogs could stay when her foster family got to be too much. Maybe a few friends if she was lucky. But this…?
Skitter, the leader of the Undersiders, had taken a special interest in Rachel the moment she opened up about her foster family. Dragging Rachel into her room, making her tell her everything, and then holding her close as the tears came, threading fingers through her close-cut auburn hair and whispering that everything would be alright. That she took care of her teammates.
She certainly delivered.
Her foster mom had been on her best behavior for the past month. Rachel wasn’t entirely sure how Taylor did it. Probably something with Lisa’s help.
Her foster dad has been even better, looking at the ground whenever Rachel passed, never daring to raise his voice. It was like a dream, except Rachel never had to wake up.
So yeah. Taylor kept her promise. She took care of her. But Rachel hadn’t expected that promise to include this.
Taylor’s room was dark, as always, long shadows stretching across the simple wood floor. A hundred spiderwebs arced across the ceiling, home to a hundred spiders, every single one watching her closely. Taylor caught everything. Every twitch, every hitch of her breath, every flutter of her eyelashes and bead of sweat.
Taylor sat up on her knees, the mattress shifting beneath her slightly. The soft sheets flowed against Rachel’s body like honey. Silk, most likely. Just like everything Taylor wore.
The girl was weird. Lisa has pulled her aside after the first day and told her about Taylor. One of those unlucky few whose powers messed with her mind. Something about insect psychology, queens, and a need for control.
The specifics were complicated, a long list of do’s and don'ts, but the broad strokes were incredibly simple.
Do what Taylor said, or you would regret it.
Rachel was happy to obey if it would leave her feeling like this.
Taylor gripped the silk leash tightly as she caressed the back of Rachel’s muscles, feeling the subtle ripple of flesh as Rachel twitched and jerked. Taylor pressed her nose into the crook of Rachel’s neck, breathing deeply. Rachel flushed. She was sweaty. It wouldn’t be a problem if Taylor’s room wasn’t so hot, all the time. Or maybe it just felt that way… she only ever came in here when Taylor had decided it was time to ‘take care of her’. Biases, or something like that.
Rachel squirmed under Taylor’s ministrations, baking in the thick smells of sweat and sex. Something skittered over her foot, tiny legs pricking the skin. Rachel wasn’t able to get a good look in the gloom. She stayed still anyway. Taylor wouldn’t hurt her.
Rachel licked her lips, tasting the remnants of Taylor’s ChapStick just above her mouth. Minty.
Taylor slipped her hand under Rachel’s sports bra, and stroked Rachel’s shoulder blades, the hard muscle twitching with every involuntary gasp.
“You must have worked hard to get like this…” Taylor whispered.
Rachel sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth as Taylor’s other hand slipped under her boxers. Rachel nodded quickly. “Y-yeah. Started li iifting a f-few years ago.” Her voice shook with every gentle caress and sharp pinch.
“The effort shows.” Taylor murmured in her ear. “Good girl.”
Rachel flushed. God, she really was useless, wasn’t she? A woman tells her she’d done a good job, and she melts into a puddle. Sure, maybe the woman had long, dark, curly hair that Rachel loved to run her fingers through, or deep, intense, amber eyes that Rachel could stare at for hours. Maybe the woman’s legs were toned beyond belief from years of exercise…
And maybe she was just a little bit absolutely terrifying.
But still.
Taylor slipped a finger inside Rachel’s center, and Rachel gasped loudly. She gasped even louder when Taylor sunk her teeth into Rachel’s neck. The taller woman bit down, hard, harder, harder. Rachel squirmed, her brain short-circuiting from the rush of pain and pleasure.
After an eternity, Taylor released her, and Rachel relaxed. She sat behind her, slowly lapping up the blood from Rachel’s wound and whispering.
“I told you to stay still.” Her voice flowed over Rachel, dripping into the cracks in her brain like something rich and velvety smooth.
“S-s-sorryyy…” She panted, delirious from the mess of sensation as Taylor pulled her to the edge, then dragged her away again, kicking and screaming. Over and over and over and “ Fuckkk… ” Rachel purred.
“It’s okay.” Taylor said, voice flat. Emotionless. “I forgive you.” She pressed a single kiss to Rachel’s temple. “I know you’re trying your best.” She pressed another kiss to Rachel’s neck, right where she’d bitten her.
Lisa had told her about that too. Taylor liked leaving marks. Something about ‘claiming territory’. Rachel figured out what she meant pretty quickly, when Lisa showed up at their group meetings with marks on her neck, her shoulder, and–Rachel flushed–probably places Rachel couldn’t see too…
She shivered at the thought of Taylor covering her head to toe in bite marks, groaning softly as Taylor pressed a single finger inside her, then pulled it back out again. Rachel was only barely able to keep herself from thrusting forward. Taylor wouldn’t like that. She’d told her to keep still.
“There we go…” Taylor said, as close to purring as she could get with her eternally even tone. “That’s a good girl.” She sounded utterly bored. Rachel knew that wasn’t the case, that it was just another one of the many, many side effects of her altered psychology, but the thought still lit a fire deep in her stomach.
The idea that this woman was bringing her to the edge of bliss over and over again, all while she was barely even interested. Rachel hissed again. Taylor bit her again to punish her, and Rachel had to stop herself from moaning loudly, just so Taylor would punish her again.
It was intoxicating. Addicting. The gentle caress of Taylor’s fingers, traveling up and down Rachel’s body like a spider skittering up its web. Dextrous and dangerous.
“There we go.” Taylor said. “That’s it.”
Rachel made a low keening sound, utterly undignified, and so unlike the confident, masculine persona she presented. She panted helplessly as Taylor dragged her closer, then abruptly stopped, pulling her fingers from under Rachel’s boxers and spreading them apart for her to see.
Rachel’s juices arced between the two fingers, so much like one of Taylor’s webs.
Rachel moaned again at the thought. She moaned louder when Taylor slipped the fingers back inside.
Her other hand crept up Rachel’s front, slipping beneath the bra and twisting, pinching, pulling.
“That’s right.” Taylor whispered, practically growling. “You’ve been working so hard. You’ve been through so much.” More pinching, more twisting, more fingers pressing in and against and over and around until Rachel’s head was spinning with lust and desperation. “You don’t need to worry anymore.” Taylor hissed, predatory. Something feral. “You’re mine now.” She licked Rachel’s shoulder again. Rachel moaned, long and low. “You’re mine. ” Taylor pinched harder. Rachel moaned louder. “And I take very good care of my hive.” She said, barely audible.
The fingers pressed closer, faster. Rachel could barely keep up with the different sensations. Taylor spread her open, the pressed her together, then dragged her fingers up and down, then side to side and god she couldn’t–she–she couldn’t–
Her brain shut down as the edge came closer, shaking with thick gasps.
“Mine.” Taylor growled.
“Y-yours…” Rachel echoed.
“ Mine. ” Taylor pulled her closer, like she was worried someone was going to sneak in and steal her away.
“ Yoursss .” Rachel moaned, a long line of drool running past her lip, bobbing up and down as she twitched, as her eyebrows fluttered, and she fell to pieces again and again.
“That’s right. Just listen to me…” Taylor bit her ear lobe. Rachel moaned loudly, desperately, all sense of shame leaving her. Taylor lapped up the blood flowing from Rachel’s new mark, whispered in between every lick. “Just listen—listen to me—listen to your Queen.”
Rachel’s mouth hung open, mouthing words that might have been ‘Oh god’ or ‘Keep going’ or ‘My Queen’ or maybe just ‘Yes, yes, yes’ over and over again, until she forgot how to say anything else. The edge pressed closer, and Taylor whispered in her ear, one final time.
“You know who you belong to, don’t you?” Taylor said softly.
Rachel nodded furiously.
“You’re a member of this team now.” Taylor drawled. “A member of my hive.”
Rachel nodded harder, faster, bucking her hips and gasping as the silk rope pulled tighter around her throat.
“That’s right.” Taylor cooed. Her voice still flat, monotone, but with the barest trace of emotion, of affection infecting the steely inflection. “My toy, my pet, my lover, my subordinate.”
Rachel screamed as she tumbled over the edge. As bliss took her. As her mind went blank, and she could think of nothing but the pleasure she was feeling and Taylor’s whispered words.
Rachel’s eyes rolled back in her head.
“That’s right.”
Consciousness faded as the pleasure reached its peak.
“You can be whatever you want.”
Rachel leaned back against the firm body holding her, the gentle hands and soft caress.
“Just so long as you’re mine. ”
Rachel nodded absently, drool pooling past her lips. She nodded, faster and faster, agreeing with everything, and understanding nothing.
Hers.
Hers.
Rachel shuddered.
She couldn’t think of anything better.