Jorogumo (Based on a Japanese folk monster)

Mr Akimoto; a Tokyo business executive awoke in the bed of his hotel room, his wrists and ankles bound to the bed by what he thought were manacles of spider silk.

 

“What have I done?”, he thought, startled, remembering the warnings by his work colleagues about the girl he had met in the Yoshiwara district.

 

“Be careful about that one. I’ve heard that she’s a Jorogumo; a spider woman”, they had told him but he hadn’t listened; he’d thought they were just joking.

 

Spider women were just old wives tales he’d thought; giant spiders that turned themselves into pretty young prostitutes to lure and entrap men.

 

Oh and she had been so beautiful, he’d thought, and given him pleasure that no other woman ever had. It was impossible to think she could be a monster.

 

But then he saw something; a shadow against the open door of the bathroom; like large thin front legs and a snipping mandible like mouth.

 

“No”, he pleaded, “No, please”.

 

“What’s wrong”, said the young woman dressed in black silk lingerie coming out of the bathroom, giggling, “You sound frightened”.

 

“You bound my hands and legs in spider silk?”, he said.

 

“Spider silk?”, she asked, “Don’t be silly. They’re just silk stockings see”.

 

She untied the stockings from around his wrists and ankles.

 

“Oh?”, he said, relieved.

 

She made her hand crawl upon its fingers across his chest.

 

“You’re not afraid of an itsy-bitsy spider are you?”, she asked, “A big, strong man like you?”.

 

“Uh?”, he said, feeling embarrassed.

 

But then she climbed up on top of him; seating herself upon him in the reverse cowgirl position.

 

“Why don’t I just make love to you again and you can forget all about your nightmares, hmm?”, she said.

 

Akimoto felt himself stiffening.

 

“Oh yes, please, do”, he said, smiling.

 

She leant forward and kissed him then, reaching down with her right hand guided him inside of her, then she started to buck her hips and grind herself against him as, leaning forwards, she ran her tongue over his chest.

 

“Oh you taste so good”, she said, “Good enough to eat”.

 

He whimpered with pleasure as he started to come.

 

“Happy now?”, she asked.

 

“Yes”, he said, laughing and reaching up to cup her small breasts in his hands, “A spider woman, what was I thinking? It’s ridiculous”.

 

The girl batted her pretty eyes at him; all eight of them and then he felt something like bristling hairs upon her thighs that were gripping him round the waist.

 

“Don’t worry”, she whispered softly, her red lips becoming large scissoring mandibles, “This will only hurt for a moment”.

 

Mr Akimoto screamed.