Spider Attack

Tassi crouched on one knee, back to the wall. Her M-16 rifle level and slowly moving the 180 degree arc up and down the corridor. Her right eye to the rear sight post, cheek to the stock. Tassi's reserve of nerve was evaporating rapidly as desperate screams and panicked orders came through over the net into her earpiece. She did not speak into her mouthpiece. She would be just one more sound in the cacophony. Her huge chest expanded as she breathed rapidly, nearly bursting her black combat fatigues open.

Movement on her right, near the ceiling. A shape the size of a small Volkswagen. Tassi did not think or check her fire, she sighted on and instantly fired two 3 round bursts. Then she was up and moving, on pure instinct. Sprinting down the corridor she heard Evans die, then Rogers was cut off mid sentence. The net was quieting down, her team was being wiped out. Tassi had joined the Marines at age 16. After 3 years active duty, she transferred to the reserve corp. so she could settle down state side. Her dad was a Vietnam vet, and with Tassi's exemplary military record, he hooked her up with her job on the city's elite SWAT unit. Still a teenager for a few more months, she yet impressed her team as being one of the cooler heads in the unit. Her own military experience was backed by her father's extensive stories from Nam.

"When in doubt, empty your magazine." her father had told her.

Tassi ran as a flash on her steel muscled legs past two more bodies. Both in lab coats. There is an instinctual feeling when one is being watched. This instinct was being turned up multiple fold down here, contributing to Tassi's haggard emotional state.

Through an arch. A stairwell leading up and down. An explosion from the second floor shook the building. Looking up, Tassi sees heavy smoke and something else. Two more black shapes approaching from the smoke. She vaults down over the steps to the next landing. Lands on her feet hard and rolls down and over in a parachutist landing. Her body absorbing the landing impact.

On her feet, in a flash she decides on the double doors rather than descending further underground. Another corridor. More bodies. Some small fires but not as much smoke.

"God, this is Tassi."

Her little girl voice over the silent headset. Standing only 5'2" with her boots on, Tassi hated sounding like a little girl, but right now that did not matter. Less then 100 pounds, she was called "little girl" by her team mates. With her rich brown skin, almond shaped eyes, hard muscled body with a chest so large on her small frame it severely slowed her marathon running times, all the team secretly wanted to have the 'little girl' for their own. But she was alive now, and they were dead.

"Tassi, this is God." Helplessness weighed the male voice like a stone. The team commander was in the SWAT van outside the burning research facility. "I think you are alone now." The team was gone.

Tassi was moving with bent knees down the center of the corridor. It was lined with doorways, almost all open, many broken open. She passed each doorway by training her rifle on the opening as she did so. The dead technicians and engineers were a terrible sight, worse yet, the females were thoroughly dismembered.

"I don't know where I am." Tassi stopped to rest again, kneeling with her back to a wall. She paid extra attention to where she had come from, as she had visually seen two of them back there.

"Dammit, my floor plans say that place only had two floors. This whole thing stinks to hell. Saunders has been reviewing all the radio traffic, it goes back 10 hours. He says an EMT named Sally, one of the first on the scene commented that some of the bodies were possibly a day old."

Where was Sally now? Thought Tassi. The local police and firefighters who initially responded were strewn over the first floor.

"Tassi, can you see any numbers on the doors near you."

Tassi moved to the nearest doorway. The number 415 on the smashed door. The gargantuan spider moving towards her across the room's floor. It hulked 7' tall as its 8 legs glided over broken furniture and equipment, directly towards Tassi. From its bulbous abdomen hung what was clearly a penis of over a foot in length. It grew larger and lifted up to point directly at Tassi as the beast hungrily approached.

Tassi could not speak. She could not move. She stood rooted, eyes fixed on the shiny black penis that grew larger as the spider closed the last distance to its prey.


Her finger convulsed on the trigger. Burst after burst sprayed into the monster until the rifle fell silent, the echoing roar of her gunfire faded amidst the sound of spent brass casings striking the hard floor. Several seconds passed until her wide, watering eyes realized the carcass occupying the doorway was not moving, and she willed her trigger finger to stop squeezing.

A blinding deafening explosion erupted inches in front of Tassi's face.

The bulletproof glass that was the face guard on her black Kevlar helmet cracked into pieces and the helmet itself flew backwards off her head. Dazed, Tassi wondered what had hit her as she slumped back against the wall for support. From above Tassi a long object dropped slowly in front of her. She focused. It was a penis. Black, oily textured, between 15 to 17 inches in length. Its cock head was much larger than her clenched fist, its length the thickness of a wire fence post. The beast had snapped its abdomen and struck her in the face with its penis. It's cock hard enough to shatter bulletproof glass. Tassi's numb mind hoped it would strike again, for the cock would easily punch cleanly through her skull, killing her instantly as it leapt out the back of her head.

The spider did not strike again. As it climbed down the wall over top Tassi, it knocked her to the floor with its rear two appendages. She spun along the floor, her loose grip on her rifle failing and it skidded away. Tassi settled onto her back, mumbled a curse, and noticed her radio headset was also lost. She prepared to leap as her clearing head prepared for another gymnastic escape like the one that took her out of the spider ambush on her team 20 minutes ago.

A spider claw pinned Tassi's right shoulder, driving it hard against the floor. Just before she had timed her roll away! The creature moved over top the small girl, eclipsing the overhead lighting. A second appendage anchored itself on Tassi's left shoulder. She could not move. The beast poised itself over its helpless victim. Tassi's hope for a life and future was gone in an instant. Her crying eyes moved over the horrible arachnid, seeing its weapon / penis moving towards the area above her pelvis. The spiders head wrenched her attention as it moved down towards her, fixing its separate eyes upon her form. From its mandibled maw came a wretched, low laughter.

"Please kill me now." Tassi knew the thing could jack-hammer its penis straight through her body and into the marble floor beneath her. Death was the only means of escape evident.

Razor taloned appendages tore into her chest with terrific force. Tassi could not gasp as her lungs were forcibly emptied of air. Pieces of material flew outwards through the air, and Tassi knew she should be dead very soon. But the pain dulled quickly. Looking down, she realized the spider had shredded her bullet proof vest, gear, and uniform. She was naked to the waist, Tassi's two brown volleyball sized breasts stood tautly upwards.

The mammoth spider head moved closer to her exposed chest. With one quick attack, it could engulf completely one of her large breasts in its fanged mouth, like a juicy plump melon. If it crashed its insect like fangs and mandibles over her helpless tit, and ripped it from her writhing body, Tassi could only hope the wound to be fatal.

Then the spider attacked, with its talons again. As her lower garments were shredded in a blur of movement, Tassi's terror was brought back to center on the lethal penis waiting above her. It pulsed violently, and stood up so strongly as to be pinned against the bottom of the spider's thorax. Clearly, it's length was 17 inches, minus or plus a couple inches. Like the rest of the spider it was black and leathery.

The spider clasped talons down upon Tassi's ankles, pulling down and outwards. Stretching Tassi's lean athletic figure like meat on a butchers block, it pulled her legs open. Tassi's tear stained face spouted new torrents from her eyes as she watched the cock move towards ...

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