Lady Law and the Lawbirds Face the Unspeakable Horror of —

The Coming (and coming and coming and coming) of...

The Arachnid!

By Roué

The August sun gleamed crisply through the leaves that shaded the jogging path running through Russkereville City Park. Tracy kept up a steady pace along the dirt track that paralleled the asphalt bike-and-skateway, her generous 36C breasts bobbing with each footfall, her thick blonde hair swaying down her back with each impact.

"Hey, robo-tramp, slow down!" Mitzi called after her. Tracy had finally persuaded her friend from work to join her on her morning run, after months of listening to her moan about how she really shouldn't eat this and oh, god, this dress makes me look fat — in fact she didn't, Tracy knew. In less fanatical times, Mitzi would have been considered a "cuddly blonde" and drawn more than her share of men's attention… like she didn't now, with those 38D hooters that seemed to defy the efforts of bra manufacturers the world over to make them sit still and behave. You could have wrapped those puppies in a wool turtleneck, Tracy thought, and they'd still act like they just wanted to pop out and play.

"Set a human pace, would you?" Mitzi called as Tracy spun on long muscular legs to face her, trotting easily backwards as her friend labored to catch up. The lively hooters in question were outlined by perspiration through the thin cotton of her t-shirt, swaying from side to side even with a sports bra in the way. Her curly, dirty-blonde hair was held away from her forehead by a sweatband matching her purple shorts, only to frizz away wildly in all directions.

"You want the prize, you gotta play!" Tracy called back to her, as she jogged backwards around the familiar bend in the track. "No pain, no — Hey!" The rest of the cliché was lost to the world as she trotted straight into something soft and yielding behind her — strings? Ropes? Even as a strand caught her behind the ankles and she fell backwards, entangling herself deeper still, she got her first look at the obstacle, a complicated tangle of thick strands of some silky substance, liberally coated with a gleaming, translucent ooze. Some of the strands were finger thin, others nearly as thick as her forearm. It reminded her of nothing so much as — a web?!

Her stumble arrested by the thick strands, Tracy found herself hanging backwards at an awkward angle, her running shoes suspended several inches off the track. Without thinking she flailed around, trying to free herself. She only succeeded in entangling herself more thoroughly, strands of the web coiling around her strong thighs and across her breasts, pressing in tautly through the fabric of her tank-top. As she struggled, she realized that the translucent goo was actually a powerful adhesive, soaking through the thin fabric of her jogging togs and clinging stubbornly to the defenseless flesh beneath.

Mitzi jiggled to a stop, staring in blank surprise. Then something past Tracy's shoulder caught her eye. Tracy saw the surprise turn to alarm, then panic, as Mitzi turned in her tracks and took off sprinting--

There was a sputtering sound and a heavy strand of the same fibrous goop that pinned Tracy shot through the air. Mitzi yelped as it caught her square on her plump ass and adhered. With a sudden snap the strand came up taut -- and then Mitzi was flying backwards through the air, to land twanging in the webbing beside Tracy. The thick strands flexed and tightened as they admitted her, thick coils of silk coiling across her breast and arms and thighs.

The web began to bob and jiggle again at a fresh disturbance. A large, bulky shape scrambled by and dropped free of the strands, then turned to face them.

Oh, my god, Tracy thought, it's a guy in a bug suit. Then the thought rearranged itself in her mind. Oh, my god, it’s a guy in a bug suit…

The little man facing them stood bowlegged in an armored carapace, segmented across the abdomen to allow him freedom of movement. Round cheeks split in a demented grin bulged out between the armored cheekplates of a helmet that seemed to lock right into the torso. Three glowing lenses arced over the forehead between eyes that gleamed merrily behind bulbous amber goggles.

But the really alarming thing was the six segmented arms that reached out of the armored carapace above and below the little man's own armored arms… limbs of metal and ceramics that moved with more purpose and direction than the man's frantic hopping up and down could have provided.

"It worked!" he giggled. "It worked! It worked! It worked!"

"Yeah, it worked, you little freak!" Mitzi yelled, who possesed a natural gift for seeing but not believing most women in Russkereville soon acquired. "Now get us down out of this!"

"Oh, nonono, can't do that, can't do that, not now that I’ve gone to all this trouble when they said it would never work but it did, it did, it did!"

"Yeah, it worked." Tracy tried reason. "Now come on, little guy, you've proved your point. Let us down, okay?"

"Proved my point? My point? Oh, nonono," said the little man in the bug suit. "My point is only just now, ah, coming up, I'd say, oh, yes, certainly coming up…!"

He stepped up to the dangling Tracy. The human hands came up and to no one's particular surprise — certainly not Tracy's, who'd been a Russkereville girl all her life — the pudgy little man's pudgy little paws clamped onto her firm breasts with a delicacy and finesse that suggested a long line of bakers in the family. One of the waving bug arms swung over and hooked a segment down the collar of Mitzi's t-shirt as she squeaked in outrage.

The little bug stepped back and with a mighty heave cotton t-shirts and lycra sports bras tore and snapped free. The pudgy man hopped back in and his gloved hands latched back onto Tracy's boobs, kneading away. Two of the mechanical spider arms reached back out to Mitzi's bobbing breasts. With a click their tips suddenly popped open into three hinged, opposed fingers that lifted Mitzi's hooters up off her chest, fondling happily.

The pudgy little man looked happily back and forth between the two women like a kid in a candy shop — or at least the dairy aisle. "Full —hee — full neurocybernetic feedback," he explained unhelpfully. "Even better than mymymy very own fingers…"

One of the spider limbs traced its way up Tracy's thigh as she struggled to squirm away from it, to no effect. The tip of the limb slid on up to caress her crotch through the thin fabric of her running shorts — then with a sudden flick it hooked its tip up under the fabric and tore the crotch out of the material.

"Oh, come on!" Tracy yelled, shocked out of her determination to stay calm and talk the weird little man down. "What the hell do you think you're doing, little man?"

"Why, it's the law, the law, the law of nature," the little man said. "An Arachnid must — ohyesmustmustmust — reproduce…"

"Oh, I don't think so," Tracy said. "Little man, I am way more woman than you can handle!"

"Nonono," said the little man. "A true Arachnid can mate, yes, cancancan, with females manymanymany times his own size! See?" With a metallic sproing! a hatch in the crotch of the bug suit popped open and a phallic cylinder began to extend with a mechanical whine. The long shaft began to glisten as tiny pinholes along its length began to exude gleaming lubricant.

The little man's gloved hands never let loose of Tracy's boobs. Two of the spidery limbs suddenly came to life. Tips splitting into triple fingers, they grabbed hold of Tracy's thighs. With a strength she couldn’t resist, they lifted her ass up from the tangled webbing, spread her legs, and pulled her down to impale her on the robotic phallus. The little man began rocking back and forth, pistoning the digital dick in and out of her tight snatch.

"N-n-n-neurocybernetic feedback!" The little man chattered, "is a veryveryvery versatile accessory."

The free mechanical arm on his other side whipped out and tore through the fabric of Mitzi's shorts, leaving the zaftig little blond naked from the sweat socks to her headband. Mitzi yelped, then screamed again as the arm swung around and plunged straight up into her asshole. Mitzi bucked and thrashed, trying to escape from the thrusting impalement, one of the other arms released her mauled breast and arced into her undefended pussy, pumping in and out with inhuman quickness.

The little man continued to thrust into Tracy. The arachnid phallus drove back and forth, and she felt herself helplessly moistening to accept it. The prong was large but not impossibly so; as a Russkereville girl, Tracy knew this violation, though outrageous, was something she could handle.

Then as the first vibration shot through her system, sending her right to the edge of a shattering orgasm and beyond, she had her last conscious thought:

Some bugs buzz…!

*LL*

"…and that was the story. By the time the next park ranger passed by, the perpetrator had trapped and molested three more rollerbladers and a female bicyclist."

Lady Law turned from the screen and look out at the newly-formed squad of Lawbirds, a dozen stunning young women in peak physical condition, eyes alight with enthusiasm and purpose. The backlight from the screen caressed her six-foot frame, limning with luminous highlights the curves of muscular shoulders and strong hips that flared from a narrow waist, proud 46DD breasts that would have overpowered any lesser woman, making a halo of the platinum blond hair that flared in a glorious mane down her back. Standing there in her sleek black and silver uniform, one piece that might have been painted on, she looked like more woman than the world was ready to hold yet. She gestured at the screen and a computer-generated rendition of the amorous Arachnid took center screen,

"Since then, there have been reports of this felon from all over the city. They follow no perceptible pattern; anywhere there are women, he's likely to turn up. These "webs" of his are some kind of long-chain organic polymer with powerful adhesive properties. He can spin them with surprising speed, or project strands with considerable velocity.

"The limbs of his costume are bionically augmented and capable of both great strength and precise manipulations. And this phallic-enhancement system of his is particularly dangerous, being capable of accelerated labial and clitoral stimulation —"

"If only he could cook," Becky Sue Beaudine stage-whispered to Mei Ling Cho in the seat next to hers. The bouncy blonde Texan Lawbird, one of life's natural cheerleaders, and the quiet, slender Chinese girl could not have seemed more opposite, yet they were an inseparable pair. Some of the other Lawbirds speculated that Mei Ling followed the irrepressible Becky Sue around out of sheer curiosity, to see what she got up to next.

Lady Law wasn't one of them. She stepped down off the podium and walked up to Becky Sue, a living Athena confronting a sorority sister who'd been hitting the hard lemonade. "If he could do anything normal he probably wouldn't be dressing up in a mechanical bug suit and running around molesting our sisters. Even for Russkereville, that's raising the bar, don't you think, Becky Sue?"

"Depending on the neighborhood, yes, ma'am, probably," the unfazed Lawbird replied.

"So has anyone managed to locate the suspect yet, ma'am?" Mei Ling asked quickly, looking to forestall the imminent explosion. Becky Sue firmly believed being serious didn't preclude enjoying herself; no one who knew Lady Law —and no one really did, Mei Ling thought — believed for a moment her stick shift had any gear but Dead Serious.

"Not yet," Lady Law answered, giving the Texan Lawbird a look that said the moment was gone but not forgotten. "The suspect is surprisingly quick, in character with his arachnid persona. When he sets webs as snares he chooses isolated locations or sites he can isolate." — The wall screen behind her showed a series of images: a tangle of nude, violatede female forms dangling from a web deep in an alleyway, a high school locker room where a cheerleader squad hung tangled from walls and ceilings or webbed to benches, their colorful uniforms draped in tatters from arms and ankles, a women's gym where muscular women in scraps of spandex were enmeshed in the machinery after a very unexpected workout — "When he strikes in public places, he uses his webbing to snatch victims from the crowd to an isolated spot, then flees before the authorities can reach him." — The screen lit up with the grainy image from a burger stand drive-thru security cam. A thick strand of webbing shot across the scene and snared the teenaged girl working the window by her cute little polyester uniform, then snatched clean off-camera in an eyeblink, her long legs flailing, before her little paper hat could even hit the pavement…

"Well, what about the MIB?" Becky Sue asked. "They should be able to help out." The Lawbirds paused for a moment's happy reflection on the size of the crater that would be left if the Arachnid was dumb enough to hit on one of the legendary Big Bad Mamas In Black.

Lady Law shook her head. "MIB is aware of the situation. They say there's no evidence the Arachnid is of extraterrestial or paranatural origin, which puts him outside their charter. That leaves it up to us."

"Black Crow," Mei Ling announced out of the blue. Then she noticed the entire room was staring at her. "Black Crow sensors. It was technology first developed during the IndoChina war, to track vehicles by the electromagnetic emissions of their engines. If this bug suit is bionically enhanced, it has to have some sort of electrical system and drive. We should be able to develop a sensor pack to track it…"

"Good call, Mei Ling," said Lady Law, impressed, "but we don't have to." As if on cue, a Lawbird Tech entered with a gleaming silver open helmet with a pale green visor. Digital status symbols flickered on the inside of the visor. "The hardware exists."

"Another one of your famous surprise inventions, ma'am?" Becky Sue asked dryly.

"I'm just full of surprises, Lawbird. And my next surprise is, you two get to give it its first operational test." The statuesque heroine turned to face the rest of the squad.

"That's right, this is going to be our first operational deployment. This is what you've all trained for. Today we take the first step towards making Russkereville — and the world — safe for womankind."

And I only wish, Lady Law thought to herself, as she looked out over the assembled eager, enthusiastic faces, that I could tell you now just what that's going to take…

*LL*

Becky Sue and Mei Ling swooped along over the rooftops of Russkereville. Mei Ling scanned the streets and buildings below through the visor of the Black Crow helmet while Becky Sue flew cover over and around her, keeping an eye out for incoming traffic copters, birds and other obstacles the intense young Chinese woman tended to overlook when she was concentrating - and keeping an eye on the intense young Chinese woman's compact but inviting ass, as well.

Somehow, none of the other Lawbirds had ever gotten around to speculating on why Beck Sue Beaudine followedher around…

The amazing silvery discs that clung to their sexy hips by electrostatic attraction provided levitation and forward flight, letting them patrol the skies of the Southern California city in swift, silence. Another of the incredible inventions of Lady Law, the mysterious amazon who had appeared in Russkereville one day seemingly from nowhere, with talents and technology years ahead of anything anybody had seen before. She might have been brushed off as just another publicity-hungry poseur but for her dramatic debut, plummeting out of the sky through the stained-glass window of the First Russkereville Revised Church just as something with too many arms and too few morals had decided to jam with the female choir. The thing had the women out of their robes and its tentacles in their pussies, and was just giving its particular attention to a pretty young black soprano when the black and silver bombshell struck home. Eyewitness reports of the ensuing battle conflicted, given the hysteria of the scene, but the words "boom" and "goo" figured prominently. And when the smoke had cleared and the ichor stopped bubbling, everyone agreed that Russkereville finally had a heroine for the times.

Eager venture capitalists had financed a cutting edge headquarters for the mystery woman, in exchange for the smallest of her technological secrets. Then Lady Law had set about training up an elite squad of all-girl crimefighters in her own image, preparing them to go out and take back the streets of their fair city from the perversion that plagued it.

And speaking of perversions…

Becky Sue glided down behind Mei Ling. The oriental woman yelped and wobbled in midair as Becky Sue ran a fingernail the length of her spine from the small of her back up between her shoulder blades. Then she turned and smiled with dazzling teeth at the Texan Lawbird, who gestured towards the buildings below and dived ahead of her.

Becky Sue pulled up to a hover in the shadow of a large billboard as her partner caught up with her. "What is it? What did you see?"

"Same thing I'm always lookin' at, darlin'," Becky Sue said with an evil grin. "But I had me an idea…"

"What's that?"

'Why, that these here flyin' saucer gadgets are just the thing for findin' a little privacy, aren't they?"

Mei Ling's smile behind the green visor was every bit as mischievous as Becky Sue's. "It seems you have you that idea every time we go out on patrol."

"Well,, good ideas are timeless, honey." Becky Sue drifted slowly around behind Mei Ling. The thin synthetic material of their uniforms was an excellent insulator, but so fine that the slipstream of their own flight caressed them from head to toe in an unending flow. The sensual friction had brought Mei Ling's nipples to prominent attention through the fabric. Becky Sue's right hand slip up to gently cup the Chinese girl's 34B breast, one fingertip lightly flicking across the sensitive nub and drawing a quiet gasp from her, as her left hand slid around her waist to draw her back into the Texas girl, then slid down over the taut, muscular dome of her belly as Becky Sue's lips traced a gentle line up the curve of her neck. "Don't you think so?"

"I think…" Mei Ling murmurred, "I think… I think I really want to kill that bastard now." She straightened up, pointing down a cross street. "I'm getting a signal."

"Now?! Aw, man, he is gonna be one squished bug when I catch up to him…" Still grumbling, Becky Sue followed Mei Ling as they dove down into the street below.

Their destination was visible at once. A Mercedea-Benz sports coupe, so new it still wore dealer's tags, sat at the curb festooned with folds and tangles of webbing. A parking enforcement golf cart idled nearby.

The meter maid herself was webbed face down onto the hood of the 'Benz, her generous boobs squashed into the metal. Her skirt had been torn away and her sensible pantyhose, shredded, drooped down around her knees. A tall blonde — a natural, the Lawbirds noted — was webbed onto the hood beside her on her back, the remains of her scanty cocktail dress and lingerie trapped beneath her where they had been torn and peeled aside. Both women moaned on the verge of unconsciousness, vaginal juices and cyborg lubricant trickling down their thighs in mute explanation of their state.

A loud squawk caught the Lawbirds' attention. Looking up, they saw a man bound to a nearby lamppost with thick coils of webbing. Another coil served as an effective gag. The pants of his Pierre Cardin suit — and his red silk boxer shorts — were down around his Bruno Maglis, and a decorative bow of webbing had been neatly tied around his shrivelled penis. He continued to groan and hoot indignantly through his gag as the Lawbirds aproached.

"What happened here, friend?" Becky Sue asked. The webbing strands had some give but were too strong to snap by hand; she hooked a finger around his webbed gag and pulled it clear of his sputtering mouth.

"Get them off there! You have to get them off there!" he yelled.

"Yessir, we're gonna — "

"They're scratching the finish, dammit!"

Becky Sue let the gag snap shut again. "Thanks for your cooperation, citizen."

She turned to where Mei Ling was tugging experimentally at the webbing. "I don’t think we can get this stuff off, not without tools we don't have."

"All right then, call it in and let's see if we can pick up bug-boy's signal again…"

"We won't have to," Mei Ling said. As one hand reached up to key in the communicator built into the Black Crow helmet, she pointed with the other across the street --

To where the doorman/bouncer of the Randy Rhino Gentleman's Club hung upside down, solidly webbed to the wall beside the open door…

*LL*

The driving thump of the club's canned rhythm track throbbed in their chests as the two Lawbirds entered warily through the inner soundproofed door, stepping quickly out of the light as their eyes adjusted to the dim interior.

A tiny movement to their left caught their attention. The club's floor bouncer sat webbed to his stool. His .38 snubbie, webbed firmly into his hand, was tucked up under his chin by another coil of webbing.

"Our boy has an inventive sense of humor," Becky Sue said. She reached out and popped the cylinder latch on the revolver, spilling the brass cartridges to the carpeted floor. "I wonder what else he's been up to?"

"See for yourself," Mei Ling said.

The crowd had thinned in the club after the lunch-hour rush, and the few male patrons remaining were inescapably webbed into their chairs. The waitresses, none of them wearing more than a pair of high heels and perhaps a thong dangling from one ankle, were webbed down on or over the edge of the tables in front of them, natural or enthusiastically enhaced breasts squashed against the formica or saluting the ceiling proudly. The conscious ones stared dazedly out through tangles of big hair, groaning at the savage fuckings evidenced by the juices still trailing down their thighs. One statuesque brunette who had obviously been caught in mid-lapdance swung back and forth over her trapped customer in a cat's cradle of webbing, her abused snatch dangling scant inches above his straining, erect, inadequate dick.

A magnificent black dancer at the end of the runway struggled helplessly against the loops and coils of webbing that ensnared her, stretching from the floor up into the darkness of the ceiling behind the stage lights. Her melon-sized breasts heaved from side to side as her broad hips bucked, but the webbing held firm. Sweat glistened along her flanks in the stage lighting, mingling with the heavier slickness between her violated thighs.

With a squeal a platinum-blonde dancer swung down into the lit area of the main stage, her breasts bobbing and swaying free of the thin straps of her skimpy gold one-piece costume as she bobbed and swayed in the thick tangle of webbing that held her suspended from the ceiling.

A third dancer, a leggy redhead in a metallic green bikini, Larry Flynt's own Christmas ornament, ran screaming out of the darkness onto the stage, wobbling on her stiletto heels as she looked fearfully back over her shoulder. Suddenly loops and coils and twists of webbing came flying out of the dark in wild arabesques behind her. In an eye-blink she was caught right up out of her fuck-me pumps and swinging into the air over the stage, kicking helplessly as the Arachnid slid smoothly down into the light on a single strand of web.

"Nononono, don't leave!" the little man said to the trapped dancers. As he walked between them, the robotic limbs of his suit flicked out, snapping away the bikini and the last scraps of the blonde's costume. "The show mustmustmust go on!"

"So what's this?" Becky Sue called out as the two Lawbirds strode across the club floor. "Send in the clown?"

"Oh, no, too late too late too late," giggled the Arachnid. "They're already here!"

The mechanical spider limbs snapped forward. Their tips snapped open, and powerful gouts of webbing shot forward, spiralling and twisting in the air as the Arachnid wove a net to snare the two Lawbirds.

Mei Ling hardly seemed to move, drifting to one side with a slight shrug that dropped the three-section staff slung across her back into her hands as strands of webbing whipped by her.

Becky Sue Beaudine, on the other hand, left the floor like a busty blonde rocket, leaping up and over the loops of webbing that sought her and landing on the runway with an eager grin.

It should be noted at this point, purely as a point of casual interest to the reader, that Becky Sue Beaudine, prior to being selected for the Lawbirds a proud graduate of Texas A&M who had majored in cheerleading, competitive gymnastics and modern dance, had gone on to a rewarding career as the hottest hoochie-koochie dancer on either bank of the Houston Ship Channel, and landed on the Randy Rhino stage like a gal coming home.

"Cockroach, you're in my house now, sugar," she announced.

The Arachnid’s claws erupted in fresh bursts of webbing but the Texan Lawbird vaulted over the gooey streams in a lithesome somersault that brought her to her feet at the gleaming dancer's pole. She grabbed the chrome bar and let her momentum swing her around to slam her feet in the bug man's chest in a powerful double kick. The Arachnid rocked backwards, then surged forward again with a whine of servomotors as his six powerful legs swung in to close inescabably around the buxom heroine. But Becky Sue had already let her spin around the pole carry her down to the floor, where her muscular calves swept the Arachnid's feet out from under him and toppled him onto his back. He might have been stranded there like a beetle on its back, but the dome-like curve of his back armor that housed powerpacks and servo motors let him flip on over and upright again with a surge of his robot legs.

He straightened and turned — and Becky Sue faced him with the lariat in her hands. Lady Law gave the Lawbirds a lot of leeway in their choice of equipment. Becky Sue had opted for the rawhide lasso immediately; she had become proficient enough with it in her pepsquad days to get her first job as the Rope Girl at a rodeo-theme restaurant before she found out where the real money was. After that, she had had pioneered the only one-woman live bondage show west of the Mississippi, but she never got around mentioning that on her Lawbirds application and resumé. Besides, she explained, you had to have one heroine with a lariat. It was traditional. Of course, no one had the heart to tell her it wasn't pronounced "Hee-ra…"

The loose end of the lariat cracked like a gunshot against the stage as Becky Sue whipped it down, back and forth. The Arachnid's gaze was drawn instinctively to each whiplash impact — and then, almost too late, he looked up just as the loop of the lariat spun towards him.

The Arachnid yelped and threw himself backwards. His cyrbernetic limbs flailed upwards in reflexive defense. The noose settled over them and Becky Sue Beaudine yanked it tight, drawing the limbs together before their powerful servos could part them. Pinned together at an awkward angle, neither limb could exert its full strength to part the lariat.

The man in the bug suit lurched back with all the power in his cybernetic legs. There was no way Becy Sue could fight that pull. She didn't even try. She went with it, turning the yank into a forward cartwheel that carried her past thetangled limbs of the Arachnid. She threw a bight of the loosened lariat across his chest and neck to bring it back up tight again, yanking the trapped arms up against the gleaming bug-helmet. With a deft flip, she tossed coils of the loose end of the lariat around the remaining flailing arms and drew them up tight against the Arachnid's chest, bracing one foot on his back and heaving with all the strength in her athletic torso.

"Oh, Yeah! And that's how you hogtie a cockroach--"

…and that was when the blades sprang out of the forelimbs of the trapped legs, parting the rawhide lariat in half a dozen places. Becky Sue went flying backwards. But even before she could hit the stage, thick strands of webbing were slapping around her thighs and hips. In a instant, the Texan lawbird was dangling helplessly in midair.

"And this is how you pluckpluckpluckImeanfuck a Lawbird!" The Arachnid chattered as he advanced on her, giggling--

…the next instant he was staggering backwards as a jointed metal rod clanged off his helmet. He lurched around to see Mei Ling Cho dropping into a deep bow stance, the flying end of the three-section staff snapping back into her hand.

"You will not find the Lawbirds so easily dishonored!" She announced.

"Who does your dididididialogue, Run Run Shaw?" The Arachnid demanded.

"Who does your dialogue, P-P-P-Porky Pig?" Mei Ling shot back. And the battle was joined.

The ends of the three-sectioned staff were everywhere, blocking, parrying, striking sparks off the robotic limbs and slipping through to crack against the bug man's armored carapace. Whenever she could get the room, Mei Ling would spin and lash out with a powerful tam t'uei-stlye kick, putting all the strength of her long strong legs and back into each one, setting the Arachnid stumbling, then weaving below his flailing counters and blind spurts of webbing with elegant wushu spins and parries.

She settled back into a long cat stance, three-section staff raised high in guard. Her pert breasts rose and fell steadily beneath her silver and black uniform as she mastered her breathing…

"Hey! You've been taking lessons!" the Arachnid said accusingly.

"I have trained my whole life for this moment!" Mei Ling Cho declared.

"Really? Well, I rented videos." The robotic bug limbs started to weave in an intricate series of feints and parries. "Jackie Chan videos. Jetjetjet Li videos. I digitized the movements and used them to program motion templates. Like these!" The man in the bug suit leaped forward, limbs flailing. "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Arachnid!"

Mei Ling backpedalled frantically, staff sections blocking spider-limbs that seemed to come at her from all directions. She had trained to fight multiple opponents, of course, but not when all those multiple opponents walked on just one pair of legs.

"Don't mind me!" The Arachnid cackled, "I'm just along for the riderideride!"

A pair of legs scissored down on the three-section staff and sent it spinning out of her hands. Mei Ling fought on, with hands and knees and feet, but pitting even the best flesh and blood against metal limbs could have only one outcome…

A cybernetic forelimb slammed into the pit of Mei Ling's stomach. The breath whoofed! out of her body as she folded over the robotic leg. With a casual flick, The Arachnid tossed her through the air, straight into the tanlge of webbing already imprisoning Becky Sue Beaudine.

The Arachnid walked over to the dangling heroines, his spidery limbs flexing in anticipation. With a whine, the digital phallus extended and began its autolubrication sequence. "Aren't videos great? I rented some more videos, too. I rented Benny Hill…" Powerful robotic limbs lashed out, shredding the thin sleek fabric of the Lawbirds uniforms from collar to crotch. "And then I rented some pornpornporn -- " The cybernetic locked at attention, glistening with extruded lubricant. Two bug arms grabbed onto Becky Sue's thighs, spreading them with irresistible strength as the Arachnid stepped between them. "I really like that Ron Jeremy fellow. I find he gives smutsmutsmut the common touch!" And with that he rammed the digital dildo deep into Becky Sue's exposed snatch.

The Texan Lawbird grunted at the force of the invasion, but forced herself to glare into the bug-man's bulbous goggles even as she bucked up and down on his alloy pole. "Is. That the. Best you. Got, shortsuff? Why, I had boys under the bleachers in high school who — Hoo! Hoo! HOO!" With a buzz audible even buried deep in her pussy the mechanical meat missile went into vibrator mode. The Archnid's natural hands came up to paw at her swaying boobs as Becky Sue bucked and rode his vibrating spike strip o'love…

"Gweilo lo fa'an!" Mei Ling raged at him as she fought the unyielding webbing that bound her. "Leave her alone!"

"Nonono, don't worry," the Arachnid panted in reply. "I saved something for you, too!" And suiting action to word, a robotic spiderleg swung down beneath the struggling Mei Ling, inverted its tip, and drove home into her tight, protesting ass. She screamed in shock, her back arching, which only bared her pussy to a second spiderleg which struck deeply in. An instant later the muffled buzzing redoubled in volume and Mei Ling thrashed violently, her long black hair a whirling cloud around her face. The two Lawbirds climaxed violently again and again as the rooting robotics buzzed and thrust in constantly vibrating patterns--

"You notice how everyone seems to have forgotten all about us?" the redheaded dancer asked her companion.

"Do you see me complaining?' replied the blonde.

With a final howl, Becky Sue hit the mother of all climaxes and sagged in the webbing entangling her. The Arachnid disconnected with a *pop* that shook her trembling torso and turned to the writhing Mei Ling.

"And thank you very much, ma'am! Now then, just give me a moment to recharge, as it were, and —"

A brief flicker of red caught the Arachnid's eye. He turned and looked down at the tiny laser dot in the middle of his chest -- just in time to see it speared by an actinic blast of arcing electricity. The cybernetic bug suit went wild, the robotic limbs flailing wildly as he toppled backwards, the control chips fighting to reboot as static discharges snapped and poppped off the tips of his claws in all directions.

Lady Law stood gleaming and upright against the stage lights at the end of the runway, the thin red pencil of the targeting and ionization laser in her armored wrist bracer tracing a find circle on the belly of the Arachnid as the little man rolled upright.

"Let me give you a top-up," she said coldly.

"Moremoremore!" The Arachnid chirped happily. "I may never leave this place!"

"We aim to please," Lady Law declared. The laser brightened as it stepped up in power to ionize the air and guide the next electrical charge into the bug man -- and a fist-sized gob of webbing splattered onto her extended fist and forearm, extinguishing the scarlet glow.

"Webwebwebs make great insulation!" The Arachnid cackled, "So no more shocking displays-- HEY!" Without hesitation, Lady Law grabbed the trailing strand of webbing balled around her fist and yanked with all the strength in her Amazon body. The web snapped taut and the Arachnid left the ground in a low, fast curve that ended on the straight left punch Lady Law threw from somewhere down around her toes. There was a flat crack and the man in the robot bug suit flew through the air to land flat on his back before his suit's stabilizers flipped him onto his feet again.

The Arachnid stared down in inidgnant surprise at the deep, starred dent in his chest and the long cracks radiating out over his die-cast pecs.

"Heyheyhey!" He squalled. "That's a boron-fiber/ceramic composite! Youyouyou can't just spackle that over with bondo!"

"Really? Well, let's see what the damage is. Let me take a closer look!" Lady Law yanked on the webbing again but this time the Arachnid went with the pull, slamming down his robotic limbs to spring him high into the air. The web strand went slack, cut away from his mechanical leg as he soard through the air.

Lady Law threw up her left hand, and the armored bracer spat a stuttering burst of scarlet and actinic blue pulse after the tumbling bug man. Long wavering bursts of webbing rained back down as the Arachnid returned fire. Lady Law danced and spun out of their line of fire with a ballet-dancer's grace, returning shot for shot in the middle of moves that might have sent a circus acrobat stumbling--

Until the trailing end of the webbing fouling her wrist flicked across one of the loops of webbing festooning the stage and bonded instantly. The sudden pull threw Lady Law off her feet in mid twirl, slamming her down hard on her back -- as the Arachnid plummeted down to land on her front.

Robotic legs slashed down, to pin her wrists to the stage, to reach down between her knees and force her legs apart. Lady Law fought their grip with all the superhuman strength in her body but with a whine of servomotors the powerful appendages slowly forced her own limbs down and out, trapping her, exposing her --

One free spider limb reached up and ripped through the front of her uniform. Ladfy Law's mammoth breasts sprang free with heroic firmness, defying gravity and her molester alike as she glared up past their slopes at the leering Arachnid.

"Here we gogogo!" he giggled. "Gee, I would never have thought that was your real color!"

"And I never thought that was your real dick!" Lady Law snarled back.

"Wellwellwell, you know how it is, dearie… what nature had forgotten we have to stuff with elctrically stimulated myomers, tactile feeback sensors and all the direct current you could ask for! And speaking of stuffing--" With a portly lunge, the Arachnid reared back and thrust his digital phallus deep into Lady Law's exposed pussy. "Don’t you have anything to say now, superbitch?" he panted.

Sweat beaded the statuesque heroine's temples but her voice was rigidly controlled as she answered him. "I haven't seen anything to talk about yet."

"Well, maybe if we pumppumppump up the volume…" And a muffled buzzing filled the air.

Lady Law gasped, and jerked spasmodically before clamping down through sheer willpower. "You don't want…. to do this, you know…"

"Nonono? I think you're liking it!" The Arachnid grunted, pumping away.

"Oh, I like it…" Lady Law panted. "I'm gonna come… but you won’t like me when I come…"

"Yeah, well, science demands I check that out," The bug man panted. "Time to shift it on down into overdrive!"

The hum increased in pitch. Lady Law spasmed, her back arching with enough force to lift both of them off the floor. Her eyelids fluttered shut under the shuddering waves of a shattering orgasm -- and when they snapped open, they were filled with actinic blue fire.

The Arachnid shrieked in perfect harmony with Lady Law's howl of release as sizzling arcs of electricity shot out of their joined crotches to writhe sparking across his carapace. The robotic limbs stiffened to fling him away but Lady Law's powerful thighs swung up to lock around his hips. The two figures bobbed up and down as the cybernetic limbs flexed and saxed under random impulses of current. Lady Law's paltinum blonde tresses rode a static nimbus to float around the erotic combat like a pale haze. The buzzing of the digital phallus mounted shrilly under each surge of current, only boosting Lady Law to higher intensities of orgasm in turn, which only increased the voltage…

"OH, YES!" With a final blue flash, the Arachnid was flung across the stage, smoke and sparks trailing from every seam in his armor. As he crashed limply to the boards. Lady Law sat up, grinning in wicked triumph through the disheveled tangle of her glorious mane.

"The lasers were artificial," she explained. "But the electicity was all woman… so tell me, you miserable little roach: was it good for you, too?"

Somewhere in the jumbled heap of fried circuits and torn artificial muscles, a traumatized supervillain wept…

Lady Law and the Lawbirds watched as the authorities wheeled the Arachnid out on a stretcher and trundled the wreckage of his dreams away in a wheelbarrow. The liberated strippers had provided them with surplus dressing gowns and the management of the club had made them some very lucrative offers.

"It turns out he was a special-effects technician gone bad," Lady Law explained to her two Lawbirds. "Used to do T&A monster movies for the likes of Roger Corman and Charlie Band. When the direct-to-video market collapsed he was forced to turn to a life of crime…"

"What? He couldn't rob banks like a normal villain?" Mei Ling complained.

"Well, at least we brought him down," Becky Sue declared. "Even if we had to give it our all."

Yes, Lady Law thought sadly. You got this one. I only wish I could tell you what else you'll have to face before this is done…