Silence.
Not the peaceful kind, but a suffocating quiet—pregnant with rot, blood, and twitching silk. But then a movement.
"Ugh!... my head" Sharpy came to his senses, his vision blurred, the entire world twisting and turning around him.
"What... the hell happened..." he remembered about the girl that resembled Nana-chan then a sudden spike of pain shot through his back, but when he tried to move, he couldn't.
"My back? No... my body" He then realized that he was completely tied and locked. He couldn't even twitch his muscles, darkness surrounded him, unable to make sense of his surroundings, the only thing he felt was that he was lying on a cold metal table.
"Someone....help" he yelled, his voice croaky and cracked. No response.
After many attempts to call for help, he realized that no one could hear him or, simply, no one cared enough to respond or, maybe he was alone, possibly trapped inside a dungeon or something like that.
"HELLO!?" He tried again. Louder. "ANYONE? PLEASE, HELP!"
"..."
Nothing.
Time passed—minutes or hours, he couldn't tell. The silence stayed, thick and choking. Until—
Click! Click! Click!
A sound. Delicate. Purposeful. Like fingernails on tile. Approaching. The rhythm was unnerving. Not fast. Not hurried.
A stalker's pace. Then came a whisper.
"You're awake, onii-chan~..." A sweet and gentle voice.
And wrong!!.
"Hiii!!" He shivered. Or he thought he did. His body wouldn't respond, but his nerves screamed at the sound. A flicker of pink light bloomed from somewhere behind him, casting shadows that moved like they were breathing.
Something brushed his leg. Not a hand. Too many points of contact. A leg. A spider leg.
"I was hoping you'd wake up soon," she cooed, voice bouncing between mockery and delight. "You looked so peaceful while you slept. So helpless. So… yummy."
A sharp tch-tch echoed as claws clicked on metal, circling him. He couldn't turn his head. Couldn't scream. He could only listen, and feel.
"And now," the voice was by his ear, a warm breath tickling the side of his neck, "we can play properly."
Something pressed down on his crotch.
And began to crawl.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Weightless, yet impossibly heavy.
"Please..." he whimpered, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because, onii-chan," Nana whispered, her voice laced with venomous joy, "You asked for me. You dreamed of me. You worshipped your twisted version of me every night. Isn't this what you wanted? For us to be alone? For me to give you my undivided attention?"
"Hehehehe" A chittering chorus echoed in the dark—like laughter. Like children giggling in a graveyard.
"You and the rest took something from me" He felt something pierce the back of his arm. Thin. Precise. No pain. Only cold.
"My innocence, and now it's my turn."
Click! Click!
She stepped into his blurred line of sight.
First the legs. Six of them, long and glistening. Then the human torso—still that pretty face. Still smiling. But her eyes now held pity and fury, like someone looking down at a worm.
"N-Nana?" Sharpy said the name as if that was still who she was. As if that single syllable could ward away the thing in front of him, the thing that had been circling him, taunting him with its blasphemous grace.
"Y-You...became a monster?"
"Eh?" Nana tilted her head at his words.
"A monster?" she echoed, blinking slowly—lazily—like a cat playing with a dying mouse. Her smile widened, cracking at the corners. "No, no, onii-chan. You became the monster first."
Her fingers—those pale, dainty fingers that had once held books, pens, maybe even a cup of hot chocolate or inside a pussy—now ended in black chitinous claws. One of them gently traced along his collarbone, clicking softly as it scraped.
"You and the others," she whispered. "You raped me, defiled me, and tortured me"
Her claw traced lower, over his chest, slow and precise—like she was etching the memory into his flesh.
"and for what? Because my bastard father said so? Because you got drunk? Because the prospect of easy pussy made your dicks harder? Because I was nothing more than a hole, something convenient to stick it in and breed me like cattle. You took something precious and you broke it. And you destroyed other girls too, right? I have seen your files, read your profiles, and saw what you did to them. Now the roles have switched."
"N-no—" Sharpy's voice broke. His throat was dry, raw. "That wasn't… I didn't… I didn't mean—"
"But you did." Her voice snapped, like glass under pressure. "You all did. Every second. Every cry. Every scream. I felt it all. I suffered because of you"
"And now," Nana hissed, her voice no longer soft but hollow, vast—like a cavern filled with grief—"I'll return everything and more."
She rose over him, her silhouette an impossible blend of girl and beast. Her lower body shimmered in the dim pink light, chitin glistening with ichor, the joints twitching unnaturally like a marionette pulled by memories.
"You'll know what it's like to be nothing but a body. A shape. A vessel."
Sharpy gasped as dozens of thin legs moved in the shadows above, webbing slowly descending from the unseen ceiling. It wrapped around his limbs, not to restrain—he was already helpless—but to mark him. To claim him.
"I begged," Nana said, placing a single claw on his lips. "I begged someone to hear me. To stop them. To save me."
Her voice trembled now. Not with weakness, but with fury that had fermented into something ancient. Something dark.
"To protect my mother I had to suffer alone in pain and shame," her claws traced down his jaw, scraping along the delicate flesh of his throat. "But I found someone, a master, a friend, another mother and lover."
"She gave me strength and determination" When her claws reached his hips they shifted back to human hands "So I could repay your crime and that time is now"
"M-mercy," Sharpy pleaded. Begged. "It was...t was just a moment of pleasure, please, you have to... have to understand. They said I would get a raise, they said it would be fun, it would only be once—please, let me go... Let me go... I won't tell anyone, I won't speak—anything! Anything you want—whatever it is, it's yours!"
"Hehehe... Don't worry about that... onii-chan~" she giggled, seizing his legs and spreading them apart "You're already mine"
From her spider underbelly, emerged a long, pink slimy ovispore
"Oh fuck no... that is..."
Sharpy's eyes widened in sheer terror as he saw the long, pink, cock-like thing. The sight was grotesque, a twisted parody of nature, and it sent a wave of panic surging through his veins. He tried to scream, to struggle, but his body was completely immobilized, his muscles unresponsive.
"Please... no... please don't do this," he begged, his voice choked with fear and desperation. "I'll do anything, just please, don't—"
"Hahahaha" Nana's laughter echoed through the abandoned underground bunker that she found years ago when she was young and claimed as her 'secret base'
"This is for every scream you silenced," she hissed, pressing the ovipositor against his anus. "For every tear you ignored. For every moment of pain you inflicted."
His throat tightened; words caught like shards of glass.
"I... I'm sorry," he croaked, voice barely a whisper. "I didn't know. I never wanted—"
"Silence," Nana snapped, a clawed finger pressing hard against his lips, cold as death itself. "Your apologies mean nothing. You had your chance to stop the monster you became."
"AHHHH!"
She slid the ovipositor slowly forward, slick and alien, her lips curled in a wicked smile as Sharpy howled. He screamed, cursed, and tried in vain to wriggle free. But it was all for nothing.
With agonizing gentleness, Nana pushed deeper into Sharpy's stretched asshole. It was impossible, that much Sharpy knew. There was no way such a huge thing could fit, no way such a massive bulb of organic matter could squeeze through the narrow opening of his ass, no way it would ever come out.
Yet it did
Brutal. Relentless. Nana's ovipositor probed forward, inch by inch, widening and distending Sharpy's butt hole, sending searing, mind-breaking waves of agony lashing through his muscles as it slithered further inside him.
Sharpy could feel it working. And thanks to the toy play he had with the old landlady, his ass was able to accept the massive thing pushing itself further in his guts.
It felt like a dream; a nightmare. Everything around him seemed to slip away—his screams, the walls, even the floor. There was only one sensation left—a massive, twisting, invasive pressure pushing deeper into him with each heartbeat.
"Oh I see you trained your ass quite well" Nana purred the words like a delighted pervert, her eyes locked onto the impossibly wide hole spreading to its limits. "Didn't know you're into such freaky fetishes~"
The ovipositor slid further. An impossible amount of biomatter slipped between his clenched cheeks, pulsing against his skin like a monstrous heart. He thought he could feel its beats, even through his flesh.
Nana giggled in wicked enjoyment. The sound was cruel, gleeful. Delighted. Like a kid getting to use their favorite toy. She rocked her hips gently, back and forth, every motion drawing another broken wail from Sharpy's throat.
PAT! PAT! PAT!
Wet squelching sounds reverberated across the chamber, joining his screams that at some point began to feel weak, replaced by moaning.
"Oh, onii-chan," Nana cooed, her voice a venomous lullaby, "you're taking it so well. Maybe this will be more fun than I expected after all~..."
And that was only the start.
"Please... stop... please—" he begged, his voice a pathetic whimper. Tears streamed down his face, salty, mixing with the spider's venom.
But Nana did not stop.
She continued to plunge the ovipositor further and further. Each agonizing thrust stretched his sphincter and violated him deeper, like some diseased parasite burrowing inside him. Sharpy had never felt such pain, such wrongness, such shame. And yet for some fucked up reason it felt sooo good.
Little did he know that Nana commanded tiny pink spiders to inject aphrodisiac poison into his body to amplify his pleasure.
"Ahh~ This is the best part" Her hand was placed firmly on his abs, just below his cock, pushing forward against his navel until he was bulging, stretched painfully beyond the bounds of his body, "Sadly I don't have much time before Mother wakes up"
"Let's test how many eggs can fit in here~"