The Chronicles of The Spider Webb " by Nobody-Really-Knows

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The Chronicles of The Spider Webb - Amy Parsons
by Nobody-Really-Knows






Despite the unbelievable care The Webb took, it was inevitable she would be investigated by the police at least once. However, Cynthia had prepared for such an occasion. Knowing how far down the list of suspects she was, she suspected the Thames Valley Police would have no issue with sending an officer to question her about the disappearances who was well within the demographic of The Webb’s victims. The problem was, of course, that she would be more of a suspect once said officer disappeared. Of course, she could have just held in her urges, but Cynthia had always had a thing for women in uniforms. Specifically, taking them off. But if she were to get her hands on a sexy policewoman, it would have to be one who wasn’t investigating the case, and, sure enough, the opportunity arose when a gang of shoplifters passed through Buryside, and Cynthia, despite receiving no robbery, rang up the police to tell them she had, and they sent around Amy Parsons.
Parsons was a determined constable of 25, and a stunning, petite redhead that Cynthia had known when she was a teenager. Her serious, no-nonsense expression completed the picture she gave with her always-properly-worn uniform, making an even more delicious contrast when a picture had been released of her stark naked, bound to a table, her feet dripping with vaginal fluids.

*

“What exactly did they take?” Amy asked, frowning as she gazed at the shelves, her bowler hat under one arm.
“This isn’t something I’ve been quite able to determine yet,” Cynthia replied, her eyes fixed on Amy’s backside, noting how well her trousers hugged them. “But I definitely heard a break-in.”
“Really?” Amy now turned to her, her eyes narrowed. “This isn’t what you said when you called the station. You specifically said you’d been robbed.”
“I was slightly hysterical,” Cynthia explained, shrugging. “Y’know, hearing all this noise in the middle of the night…since when did shoplifters do burglary jobs?”
Amy sighed heavily.
“I don’t know the inner workings of the criminal mind-”
“Maybe you should,” Cynthia interjected. “You are working in law enforcement after all!”
Amy sniffed defiantly.
“Look,” Cynthia said, approaching her and putting a hand on her shoulder. “I remember when you were at school. You and your friends used to come here to hang around and buy lots of snacks, and you were quite reluctant to be with them, if I remember rightly! Telling them that exams were the most important thing, and you needed to go home and revise…”
“Well, I did,” Amy said, defiantly. “And it paid off for me where it didn’t for many of them.”
“So I’ve heard,” Cynthia agreed. “Which makes me wonder why you joined the force in the first place. Aren’t you a little overqualified?”
“This is just to raise money before I decide on what career path suits me best,” Amy insisted, a hint of pride in her voice.
Cynthia nodded.
“Fair enough…but honestly, I think you should let loose a little sometimes.”
Amy’s eyes narrowed again.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re still young, and I think you should make the most of your youthful energy. It’s clear to me you work out, and you’re very beautiful. When was the last time, for example, you had sex…?”
At this, Amy made a distinct hissing noise through her teeth and marched over to some shelves, prepared to examine them minutely.
“None of your business…” she snapped, not looking at Cynthia.
Cynthia nodded sympathetically.
“I know it’s easy to have other things on your mind. But I have no doubt you’ll catch the attention of some chap or lady, whichever suits you better, and it may be better to make the most of it then.”
“I have a job to do, Ms Webb.”
“Of course. But let me get you a cup of tea, at least. You’ll find simple pleasures go hand-in-hand with getting important work done.”
“I don’t drink tea.”
Cynthia gave a long sigh, and afterwards let the silence hang in the air.
“But,” Amy continued, still not looking at her. “Thanks for the offer. And…do you have any smoothies? I’m on a bit of a health kick…”
“Funny you should mention that!” Cynthia smiled. “I recently purchased the most wonderful, effective blender. What kind of smoothie do you want?”
Within a matter of minutes, Amy was sipping her smoothie and feeling herself getting more relaxed, perhaps feeling the need to pour a tiny bit of her soul to this kindly woman…
“It’s just difficult,” she explained. “So busy am I often that I don’t really have time for relationships…”
She swallowed.
“And I doubt anyone would want to be with me anyway, given how married I am to my job.”
“Darling, it doesn’t to be anything so long-term,” Cynthia assured her, patting her arm. “I haven’t had a proper relationship for nearly a decade. I prefer short and sweet flings. I like my women when I know what I can do with them right then and there…”
Right on cue, Amy keeled over, her smoothie clattering to the floor, spilling some of its contents.
They never suspected the drink spiking, Cynthia thought, giving a satisfied smile as she investigated Amy’s unconscious form. She quickly rolled her onto her stomach and pulled off her jacket.
In spite of the muscle Amy had maintained through her vigorous exercise regimes, she was still quite petite. What an adorable combination. Cynthia retrieved the handcuffs from Amy’s belt and quickly cuffed her wrists behind her back before moving to unlace her boots. This was always the best bit.
Cynthia chucked the boots behind her before moving to peel off her perfectly identical black socks. She pocketed them – she’d have to sniff them properly later, but right now she was way too distracted by the sight of Amy’s gorgeous feet. Whilst it didn’t seem she regularly attended to them – her nails were notably unpainted – something, perhaps a lack of exposing them, had maintained a distinct and noticeable softness that almost radiated from them. Leaving them inert, Cynthia took note of the size – a lot larger than average, causing the soles to wrinkle up adorably. The arches were also unbelievable, deeper than Cynthia would have expected, and she quickly put her face to one of them to kiss it without abandon. She pulled back to sweep her eyes over it in admiration again, running her fingers down to Amy’s toes before dropping it to grab the next foot. This one she ran her tongue up, starting at the base of the toes, along the arch and right up to the heel.
Her nether regions stirring and lubricating in ecstasy, in occurred to Cynthia she could have happily stayed here all day, but the drug wouldn’t last forever. In time, this sleeping beauty would awaken. She had to move her quickly, and get the full enjoyment once she was safely away…

*

Amy let out a long scream as the whip cracked onto her buttock again, the sting jolting through her body and drool spilling out the sides of her ballgag.
She had been aware of the thrill of danger as she awoke even with the disorientation and the fuzzy, indistinct blurs that had formed at the sides of her vision. It didn’t take her long to realise she was completely naked, lying on her stomach on a cold metal table. Neither did it take her long to realise how restrictively she was restrained, her wrists bound in front of her, secured to the head of the table, and her wrists and toes bound in a similar fashion. The painful way the ballgag was wedged into her mouth was all that prevented her from screaming the house down initially, although she quickly found sharp breaths cutting their way past the gag as she lay there, feeling her rising sense of panic.
Then Cynthia Webb had shown up, all cryptic smiles and wandering eyes, still wearing the same clothes and looking utterly relaxed. She had run a hand up Amy’s leg and up the curve of her arse before walking over to her head and smoothing the hair out of her eyes.
“Big smile, honey,” she said, taking photographs of Amy’s stricken face before setting the camera aside.
Then the flogging began.
Cynthia didn’t speak a word as she continued to strike Amy over her legs, back and buttocks, eventually ceasing and carelessly chucking her whip the floor. Though Amy couldn’t see from her position, she got the impression she was checking her handiwork.
“So, what about these, then?” she eventually asked, now standing at Amy’s feet and running her hands down them. “Seem awfully soft for someone so hard at work all day every day. Wonder if they’re sensitive too?”
She began to lightly scribble her fingernails over Amy’s soles, and the reaction was immediate. Amy’s high-pitched, frantic, strained giggles filled the dungeon, echoing off the walls and reverberating horribly in her ears. She tried to squirm her toes out of Cynthia’s reach, but the bindings on her toes made this impossible, so she could only vaguely flex.
Cynthia kept this up for a few minutes, enjoying the noise of frantic laughter and the creaks and rattles of the restraints as Amy squirmed. Eventually, she stopped, and returned to Amy’s head to unbuckle the ballgag.
“Please,” Amy gasped as soon as she was able to speak freely. “You need to stop this. Let me go, and we’ll say no more about it. I have important jobs to do, as I told you, and I’m determined to-”
She broke off as Cynthia grabbed hold of her chin.
“Sssh…” she whispered, giving Amy a fierce, penetrating gaze. “I told you before, didn’t I? You’re overqualified to work in law enforcement, and you need to make the use of your youthful energy, your talents and your ravishing beauty while you still can. And babe, you have such talent being my little toy. Those feet of yours are the softest and most sensitive I’ve seen in a while. Do you really think I’m going to waste that?”
Leaning forward, Cynthia captured Amy’s mouth in a forceful, vampiric kiss, sucking noisily at her lips whilst forcing her tongue over hers, rolling it around until it slid over her teeth. After she pulled away, a thread of saliva stayed connecting them for a while.
“What are you going to do now?” Amy asked nervously, craning her neck to watch as Cynthia returned to her feet.
“What else, honey?” Cynthia replied, and returned to scribbling her fingers heavily and unrepentantly all across Amy’s trapped feet. No longer muffled, Amy’s screams of uncontrolled mirth rent the air at an even more piercing rate, fuelling Cynthia’s desires as she kept up her merciless tickling.
“NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAFUCKAAHAHAHAHA!!!” Amy screeched, bobbing her head back and forth as much she could. Overwhelmed with the excitement and lust, Cynthia dipped her head back down to lap at Amy’s foot, whilst still tickling the other with her fingers. She nibbled at Amy’s tied toes, moved her mouth back up to suck forcefully on her heel, before moving over to the other foot to lick at that one.
After a few minutes of this, Cynthia straightened up and began to unfasten the binds around Amy’s toes.
“There are definitely reasons to have your movement free, my dear,” she explained. “Yeah, wiggle those toes!” she moaned as Amy began to do so, experiencing the brief relief of having them free.
“What are you going to do?” Amy demanded. By way of answering, Cynthia undid her trousers, and slipped them and her underwear down just enough to place her hairy vulva on the balls of Amy’s feet. Amy immediately squealed in disgust, but Cynthia had grabbed hold of her ankles just at the right time, and Amy’s subsequent flailing caused her toes to brush tantalisingly over Cynthia’s labia.
“Mmm, excellent!” Cynthia declared, bobbing up and down so that the balls of Amy’s feet were continuing to rub against her, and after a short while of this, she pushed Amy’s toes inside her.
“Oh, fuck, oh God, stop!” Amy whimpered, trying to extract her toes from the wall of Cynthia’s vagina, but all her feeble resistance did was excite Cynthia more, and she was emitting loud, excited and immodest noises every single second.
As she moved closer to climax, she extracted Amy’s toes slightly so as to allow them to rub unrelentingly over her clitoris, bringing her ostentatious orgasm to her even quicker. She gasped, and her gasps were repeated more sharply by Amy as Cynthia came over her feet. Amy could feel the fluids on her feet and winced, not trusting herself to say a word.
“You did pretty well,” Cynthia told her, zipping her trousers back up. “And you’ll get better.”
She had soon picked up the camera again, now taking snaps of Amy’s feet. Amy still didn’t say a word, as now her heart was pounding, hundreds of thoughts flying through her head, mostly of them centred around the connection she had just right now made about several missing women from this same area…
“I’ll see you later, my dear,” Cynthia said, and now Amy could hear her footsteps leading away. “And when I’m back, we’ll have even more fun…”
And Amy was left, still feeling the fluids run between her toes, and she began imagining what would be in store for her now.