Disclaimer: All belongs to Joss and Mutant Enemy and nothing to me, this is
a free story for internet distribution only.

Rating: NC17. Deals with rape, xenophilia aka sex with demons/aliens (an
entire subsection of fanfic apparently known as 'GOT' that I've only recently
been introduced to), female submission, forcible impregnation, snuff,
girl/girl, masturbation, bondage and S&M. Really very dark stuff indeed but
with a life affirming message, believe me.

Timeline: Season 7. Selfless

Summary: About the most unusual fanfic pairing ever is Buffy and the Spider
demon that massacres the frat boys in the Season 7 episode 'Selfless'. Buffy
has been captured in it's webbing whilst hunting for it in the forest and
relentlessly fucked and impregnated with it's eggs, enjoying a momentous
orgasm in the process. Now she is entrapped, waiting for the spider eggs to
hatch out from her womb. But is she really as helpless as she appears? Is
she ever? Because you know what they say, the female of the species is
deadlier than the male... (or hermaphrodite in this case).



Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Web Of Desire - The Black Widow
by GoolCaptain

Buffy lay in the treetops, securely suspended in the spider's webbing. She
remembered Wendal, the arachnid enthusiast from Sunnydale High had once told
her that comparatively it was stronger than steel, not to mention much more
elastic.

As she slowly came back to her senses she took stock of the situation. She
was still naked of course. She was also a little cold, the bodyheat from
their endless hours of fucking disippating rapidly, the sweat that lashed
her body now chilling her. Her wrists and ankles were chafed from the rubbing
of the webbing. Her nipples ached and throbbed with pain, her breasts still
red and massively swollen, her tit flesh super sensitive. Her cunny lips were
equally painful, her insides feeling as though they had been churned up in a
blender.

She could feel the embryos moving inside her, feeding off her body heat.
Without bidding her memories of watching the Alien films flooded back.
Abstractedly she remembered how everyone had loved the first 2 and hated
all the others. Especially 3. At least 4 had a happy ending.

Where was Sigourney Weaver with a flamethrower when you needed her?

Here she was, sore, helplessly bound in restraints, wantonly ravished, her
womb straining with the unborn life she was unwillingly nurturing inside her.
She was defeated, enslaved, reduced from the high and mighty Slayer to a mere
receptacle for the spider's seed, a human breeding machine for it to use as
it pleased, her body's only purpose to provide warmth and nourishment for
it's progeny.

She felt GLORIOUS.

The fucking had been truly amazing, just utterly overwhelming. The spider
certainly hadn't lacked for energy, ravaging her literally all night long.
Her experiences with Spike and Riley paled in comparison to their
lovemaking....

Lovemaking?

Yes. She guessed so. Although she'd resisted at first in the end she'd been a
willing paticipant, bucking her hips up angrily in response to the spider's
thrusts, her cunny muscles milking it's all conquering cock for all they were
worth. She could have sworn there was a look of joy in it's face as it had
witnessed her conversion from resistance to eager surrender. The spider was
her lover, even though it had been her rapist when they'd started. The orgasm
had been more powerful and lasting than all the other one's she'd ever had
put together, a supernova of pleasure so great she was suprised NASA hadn't
picked it up from orbit.

She'd always wanted to be just taken, claimed. Too many period romances as
a kid. She felt it was a very primal human desire, one everyone felt, the
desire to dominate and be dominated. She felt it more than most, the Slayer,
always walking in the darkness. No wonder Faith had fallen to the dak side.
She understood it now more than ever. And could forgive Faith all the more
easily.

And she was pregnant. Maybe all women didn't secretly crave it but feeling it
now brought her maternal instincts to the fore in ways she could never have
imagined. She felt as though her body was finally fufilling it's true purpose
in life, reproduction was what it was made for.

She'd lasted longer than any other Slayer. She'd had a good run, had a great
deal more in her life than any of them and found pleasure in her defeat that
none of them had known. Now she would give birth and die, bound for heaven to
know the big dessert at the end of the meal again. And see her mom once more.

She felt complete, done, satisfied, utterly fufilled and sated. She'd had the
fucking of her life and could die happy. She stretched ecstatically giving a
sigh of total contentment and an impish smile.

Dawn.

She could only imagine the agony her little sis would go through, losing her
again. She thought how she would feel if anything would happen to her younger
sibling and the merest thought made her sick inside.

Willow and Dawn would come for her. As sure as night followed day they would
come looking for her and Xander. What if the spider attacked them too?

Xander.

What if he wasn't dead? The spider hadn't killed her, maybe he was still
alive, trapped somewhere in it's web as she was? How many more would the
spider kill? Or it's babies? How many would die in Sunnydale before Faith
got there from prison? And her poor Faith would have to face all the
horrors of the good fight on her own.

And that was the difference. The other Slayers had no one in their life to
love and care about, had been cut off and isolated from anything but the
hunt and the kill, the deathwish eventually overwhelming them all. No
other Slayers lived in the world as she and Faith did. And overcome their
self-destructive urges as a result.

She had to live.

She WANTED to live.

Ok, first of all she had to escape.

About a dozen different ways occured to her almost immediately. Harry Houdini
had been an honourary member of the Watcher's Council and they'd learnt a few
more tricks since his time, teaching them to each successive Slayer. Thinking
about it she'd lost count of the number of time's she'd been forcibly
restrained. And she always escaped.

More than that though, just escaping wasn't enough. She had to kill the
spider-demon. But she'd lost her weapons when the monstorous arachnid had
grabbed her. All she had was basically her body and the webbing she was
trapped in.

She almost felt sorry for the spider. It really didn't stand a chance.

* * *

The spider-demon scuttled amongst the treetops, inspecting it's prisoner,
still held securely in it's massive web. Buffy's abdomen was hugely swollen
from the egg sac it had implanted within her, her nipples still swollen and
raw from the hours of extreme fucking it had given her. She would make a
superb host for it's young.

Buffy stretched languidly. "Oh good, there's my spidey widey, you gave me the
fucking of my young life. Come here I want to show you how grateful I am."

The spider looked at her curiously, not actually understanding her words but
her tone and the look of lust in her eyes was unmistakeable. At the back of
it's primitive mind their was a hint of suspicion that she would be acting
this way but it reasoned that it had given her a truly spectacular fucking
and this was probably the result. In the end it found it couldn't resist. It
came within reach of her and she used what limited movement she had in her
hand to lovingly stroke and caress it's monstorous penis, already erect and
throbbing, rubbing her naked body against it, the pair bouncing up and down
on the bed of webbing as she gave it a momentous hand-job.

The spider came all over her, it's sperm vile and black, thoroughly enjoying
the greatest orgasm of it's life. It was also to be it's last, it's climax
heightened by the effects of eroto-asphyxia, Buffy having wrapped it's own
web around it's neck and strangled it during their copulation. In the frenzy
of their fucking it hadn't even noticed.

Buffy kept strangling it for another ten minutes before poking each of it's
eight eyes out with her fingers. Content that it was dead she used it's fangs
to cut herself free. She took a deep breath and gave the loudest shout in
history.

"XANDEEEERRRRRRR!"

"I'm here, Buff!" came a muffled reply from the branches far above her.
Relief flooded through her.

"Sit tight, I'll come get you."

"Really not an issue."

-Buffy-

The word formed in her mind, startling her a little before she recognised
Willow's psychic call. She leaned over to look down, losing grip of the
spider's body as she did so. It fell to the ground and she heard a short
sceam and then the familar sound of a sword snapping. She was just in time
to see Dawn wrench the broken half of her sword from the spider's inert
body.

"I got it Buffy! I got it!"

Buffy grinned "Yes you did Dawnie! Let me get Xander and I'll be right down."

* * *

"Careful Dawnie!" Xander reprimanded as Dawn cut through the demon spider web
with the remains of her sword, the broken tip firmly lodged in the very dead
heart of the monstorous arachnid lying beside him. Willow used her hands to
peel away the last of the web from Buffy as Dawn freed Xander.

"Will, can you teleport something out of someone's body," Buffy asked calmly.

"Sure, easy, why do you...?" She tailed off as she spotted Buffy's
grotesquely swollen abdomen and guessed the truth.

"I want these out of me because I don't think I'm going to give birth to
Peter Parker, you know?"

"I'm on it!" Willow declared, grabbing her spell book.

"We better get a monster can of Raid," suggested Xander.

"Don't kill them!" Buffy pleaded, "I know it sounds weird but they still feel
like my babies."

"No worries," Willow reassured her. "I'll send them to the dimension of the
spiders, they'll like it there."

* * *

Buffy lay back, lashed in sweat, helpless, suspended on the spider's web, her
feet and hands bound, a gag in her mouth, her nipples being painfully milked
like a cow by the spider's pincers. One of the spider's legs was thrust
firmly up her ass whilst it's mighty cock was rampaging in her cunt, the two
invaders seperated by only a thin layer of her flesh. The fucking had been
going on for hours and hours, thrusting and thrusting, hips bucking defiantly
together, back's arched, chest's heaving.

She came in a thunderstorm of blissful surrender.

Faith untied Buffy's hands and legs, massaging her limbs to get some feeling
back into them. She removed the nipple clamps and the ball gag from a gasping
Buffy then slowly extracted the 9-inch strap-on dildo from Buffy's cunt and
the 7-inch from her ass. Faith rested her head on Buffy's chest and gave her
a little time to recover.

"Well, am I better than the spider?" she inquired.

Buffy looked up into Faith's beautiful face and stroked her gorgeous hair.

"Can't do this with the spider, can I?"she replied, giving Faith a long,
generous kiss.

"Do you miss being pregnant?" Faith wondered.

"A little but Anya says when they'd have hatched they'd have eaten me," She
tapped her abdomen. "Besides, I think to myself how wonderful a human baby
will feel in there someday," she gestured to the S&M gear strewn about the
bedroom. "I guess I actually owe the spider a little. Introduced me into some
fun little kinks! And helped me appreciate a fundamental truth."

"Which is?"

"Those that want to conquer us think that we are helpless before their might
or guile. But actually they're helpless in their desire for us."

Faith shrugged. "Whatever, my turn to be tied up, your turn to be on top."

Buffy stared at her for a moment, sensing something in Faith's voice. "Do
you want kids Faith?"

She could feel her sister Slayer tense her body as she answered the question.
"Don't think so. Don't think I'd make much of a mom."

"I think you would," Buffy twirled Faith's hair in her fingers, "I think
you'd be wonderful"

"Guess I could always just think 'What would Joyce do?' if I had any
problems," Faith mused. Buffy saw a look of new hope on Faith's face and
felt her own heart soar in response.

"Works for me!" Buffy told her as they kissed again.