It was a normal night at the Carmine Elysian, same as any other: the music was hypnotic, the company pleasurable, and booze flowed freely like rivers of sweet ambrosia. While the brass band was in full swing, Duc Lacroix sang sonorous tunes that soothed souls. At his side was his twin sister, Bre Lacroix, who danced in time with the smooth jazz. Audience members watched in rapt awe, drawn like moths to this otherworldly flame, warmed by the music’s tempo and rhythmic lyrics. Some whispered amongst themselves and others ate their dinners crafted by the five star kitchen, but most simply watched the performance.

Other entertainments were found at the Carmine Elysian as well. On stages scattered across the Main Hall, magicians performed feats of magic that put Slyphians to shame. Comedians told gags, storytellers weaved tales of wonder, and animal tamers stuck their heads between the jaws of ferocious Jin-Jin Beasts. Every performer would have their time to shine on the Big Stage, and entertained smaller crowds in the meantime. Bubbly wine and frothy beer was served by the bar in the back, and employees of every sex and species served customers faithfully, milling through the crowded building.

Nowhere was this more true than in the Carmine Elysian’s upper floors. Standing at a glorious eight stories tall, this night club had many rooms where performers entertained for private events, like birthday parties and business meetings. In one room, Sacron businessmen blew off steam after a long work week by indulging in some friendly dice rolls. In another, Dimoloch college students sang karaoke. And in another, a bachelorette party was in full swing as Slyphian women admired and threw money at the chiseled abs of men who increasingly found themselves without clothes.

It was on the top floor, however, where the greatest shows were performed. Led by the Carmine Royals, a group of twelve performers of outstanding reputation and pedigree, only the most elite and rich could enjoy such shows. Versatile in their craft, the Kings, Queens, Jacks, and Aces did everything in their power to please their clients. And that did mean everything.

On this particular night, the Queen of Spades, Mistress Sicarius, entertained an especially wealthy client. Dressed in a black corset, striped sleeves, and leather boots, the Archanatrax looked lovely. Her ruby red eyes a’twinkle, the spider woman weaved her six arms in the air as music played.

“You know, sir, not many clients ask to see my full form.”

Mistress Sicarius smiled as she danced to the music. It had a slow, steady beat, simmering with passion and unspoken desire. As such, every spin, every twirl was clear and deliberate, guiding the eye to follow along. As Mistress Sicarius’s lowest two arms stroked her thicc thighs and baby-bearing hips, the middle arms caressed her ample breasts gently. The top arms hung high, as if groping the heavens for milk.

“Most get creeped out, so my magic retracts the lowest pair. Why do you feel differently?"

The Client didn't answer at first. His identity protected by a black domino mask, the client simply swiveled champagne around his glass. Silently, he took a sip, his eyes shifting across the gorgeous assets before him.

“I don’t see why they would. Perhaps I feel differently, for I find your full form gorgeous.” Setting the empty glass down, the Client leaned back in his seat. Judging by the growing tent in his pants, the Client was painfully honest. "But I suppose not everyone has the same... appetites as I."

“Oh ho?” Mistress Sicarius raised an eyebrow, but her tone remained playful. Gracefully, she gyrated her hips from side-to-side, making her asscheeks clap together like fleshy clouds. “So ready to cut to the chase? But there’s so much fun in foreplay!”

Despite the teasing, Mistress Sicarius stopped dancing when the song came to an end. Strutting over to the Client, Mistress Sicarius sat beside him, arms lovingly wrapped around the sharply dressed man.

“What did you have in mind, darling? You did pay for the Platinum Pass, so I can entertain you…” With a hand placed on the Client’s blazer, Mistress Sicarius walked her fingers up the man’s chest. “All. Night. Long! Or even all week, if you reconsider your original... request.”

The perks of the Platinum Pass were not lost on the Client. One ticket cost tens of thousands, easily enough to buy a house. Rare were those who had that kinda cash to throw away on a glorified escort. But the Client had lived a long, full life, attaining enough wealth that a Platinum Pass was pocket change. Plus, its not like money would mean much after tonight.

At any rate, the Client’s mind already had dozens of ideas for how to spend tonight with Mistress Sicarius. As Mistress Sicarius's hands roved across his chest, the Client took one hand and planted a gentle kiss on it.

"Oh, I've got something in mind..." said the Client, mysteriously.

Soon, the Archanatrax sat on the Client's lap, her plump ass grinding on the protruding bulge. Low mews escaped the Mistress as she humped him, her nether regions ablaze with desire. Before they got too into it, the client wrapped his arms around Mistress Sicarius, and when she kissed his lips, he returned a few on her neck. Mistress Sicarius breathed heavily even as the Client slid a hand across her chest, groping the ample melons.

“First of all, how about we bring some waitresses in here?" The Client smiled roguishly. "Only fair you have a meal before the main event starts."

Mistress Sicarius hummed with pleasure at the suggestion. She nodded her head while she untied his tie and placed on the table. Her lowest set of arms gripped the Client's thighs for support while the gentlemen stroked the Mistress' thighs.

"Of course, beloved Client. Anything for you~"

All too soon, a trio of waitresses entered the Queen’s Chambers. Much like the Queen, they were scantily clad in leather outfits in shades of red, yellow, and green. With real bunny ears, white fur, and poofy tails, the Dimoloches were cute as buttons and sexy as hell.

With silver platters in-hand, they poured red wine into the Client’s glass and served the Queen of Spades a stiff cup of coffee. Sipping her drink, Mistress Sicarius giggled as the caffeine tickled her taste buds. It had the same effect as alcohol to her senses, much like any spider.

Waving a hand over to the Dimoloches, Mistress Sicarius smiled brightly. At the same time, she nonchalantly unzipped the Client's pants, letting the girthy sausage he called a cock pop out. It was easily long as a ruler, and so fat that Mistress Sicarius could hardly wrap her fingers around it.

“Oh, Sammy Poo! Come over here! I wanna tell you something…”

The green-clad bunny girl approached and bowed her head. “Yes, My Queen? How may I be of service?”

“Be a good girl and get into my mouth.”

“Wait, wha-"

Smacking Mistress Sicarius' thicc hips, the Client nodded along.
“You heard her, get into that mouth~”

With Samantha so close, it was child's play for the Client to take her wrist. Gently but firmly, the Client shoved the two women together. Briefly, Mistress Sicarius and Samantha kissed, before her jaws opened wide and she swallowed Sam's head whole.

Mistress Sicarius moaned, her lips wrapped around Samantha’s head. She greedily guzzled the bunny girl, taking hearty gulps until her throat bulged from delicious meat. Then, as she enjoyed her feast, Mistress Sicarius slid off the Client's lap. Gripping his girthy member, the Client pulled aside Samantha's leather bottoms and shoved that monster dick into Samantha's sopping wet pussy. Perhaps they weren't part of the Platinum Package, but if these women were food for the Mistress, then they'd become part of her. So it wasn't technically breaking the rules to fuck Samantha's brains out, right?

The Client’s pelvic thrusts hastened the meal, making Samantha’s breasts slide down the throat with a slimy sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurk. The Mistress moaned with desire, pleased to receive assistance with such a hefty meal.

Samantha, for her part, struggled quite a bit. She kicked her legs and shook from side-to-side, trying to free herself, but it was to no avail. The client held her thighs tight as he plowed her pussy, and all the shaking accomplished was grinding the girthy cock in circles. This left Samantha a soppy mess, and as her fat ass disappeared down the Archanatrax’s maw, she moaned loudly.

Perhaps, even, she wiggled her fluffy tail in pleasure. Perhaps not. The staff of the Carmine Elysian served their guests to the very end, after all. Samantha wanted nothing more than to make the Client happy.

By the time Samantha’s feet wiggled down Mistress Sicarius’ throat, she sucked the Client’s cock in earnest. A blood red tongue swiveled around the member, tasting its musky flavor. Every time it twitched, Mistress Sicarius sucked harder, and when the veins throbbed, her head bobbed back-and-forth.

The blowjob was everything the Client wanted and more, and while Mistress Sicarius kneaded his fat balls for milk, he hit his limit. Grabbing the Queen’s head, the Client shoved Mistress Sicarius down to the hilt as he came. Steamy jizz shot out like a tidal wave and Mistress Sicarius drank it greedily, sucking every drop of white cream.

The torrential flood was enough to guide Samantha the rest of the way down, and the bunny girl curled into a ball inside the leather-bound belly. Mistress Sicarius rubbed the swollen sphere with two sets of hands while she licked a stray droplet of cum off her cheek.

“Mmm… such thick, fertile cream. What a lovely flavor!” Mistress Sicarius batted her four scarlet eyes, holding the saliva-soaked cock in one hand. It was still stiff, maybe even harder than before, and the Client’s balls visibly swelled until they were bigger than tennis balls. “Please tell me there’s more?”

To say that the blowjob was incredible wound be an understatement. The Client panted at how great it felt. The pleasure made him be much more sober from the experience. After this, water may need to be ordered to avoid passing out, if the night was gonna be this wonderful. The Platinum Pass, as bank-breaking as it felt, was worth every penny.

The mention of how Mistress Sicarius loved the flavor caused the stiff cock to twitch. Impossibly, pre-cum oozed from the tip once more, eager to fill every orifice in the Mistress with cream.

“I wouldn’t have bought that pass if I didn't already plan that.” The Client's voice overflowed with confidence. Gesturing at a hand at the other two Dimoloches, the Client raised an eyebrow behind his domino mask. “Shall we begin once more Mistress Sicarius~? There's so much more food on the table!"

With an equally confident tone, Mistress Sicarius said, “Of course. Girls! Come here, please.”

The other two bunny girls, Clover and Alex, joined the Archanatrax’s side. They stared at the globular gut, watching as their friend roiled around a lake of acid and cum. Hand prints pressed underneath the surface, desperate for mercy that would never come. The gurgle gurgle glorp of digestion echoed forth, winding its invisible fingers between their long ears and into their brains. Here and now, Clover and Alex realized they weren’t waitresses who served booze and food anymore; they were food.

Distantly, in the back of their minds, the bunny girls remembered the Carmine Elysian’s pred policy: staff could be revived upwards to three times before digestion proved final. In the morning, before anything else, Mistress Sicarius would have to meet Mr. Rattles the Necromancer. They could be revived, so there was no need to worry.

… here and now, however, Alex & Clover couldn’t remember if this was their third or fourth time becoming food. They prayed it was the former. They weren't ready to become spider assfat forever.

“Yes, your Queenliness,” said the bunny girls. They embraced each other and closed their eyes, striving to look like Rabbit Pot Pie. “Please, enjoy…”

“Oh, trust me: I will,” said Mistress Sicarius, licking her lips as drool oozed forth.

In short order, the Queen devoured the two bunny girls, smacking her lips with every bite. Once they settled into place, Mistress Sicarius roamed her six arms over the glutted gut. It was immense now, big as a moon and denser than a black hole. The leather corset gleamed in the pale moonlight and the red lace strained to contain the mountain of flesh. Every so often, Alex or Samantha’s faces appeared under the smooth sphere, but the rumble of digestion muted any painful cries.

Grrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmbblllleeeeeeee blorp blorp

“My my! They’re going at it like rabbits in there!” said Mistress Sicarius. Her belly bounced wildly, and although sex was the furtherest thing on the bunny girls’ minds, their struggles certainly brought to mind a night of passion. “Not gonna lie, it’s got me in the mood! But this is against club policy: if they are gonna make love to anyone, it should be with you.”

Giving her giant gut a hearty slap, Mistress Sicarius winked at the Client. “How about I punish them? Normally I’d do it without hesitation, but while they’re in this room, you’re the big man. So, what will it be, beloved Client?”

The sight of the behemoth belly's flurry of activity made the Client's heart race. Even more so, however, was the command he possessed over their fates. Something about it felt sinful, perverse, and yet... so tantalizingly gratifying.

Planting a hand on the globular gut, the Client patted it smugly. At the same time, he pulled Mistress Sicarius to his side again, pressing the giant belly between their bodies. “They broke the rules and must know the punishment. Show them no mercy, my sweetest Queen."

Mistress Sicarius smiled with a mischievous air. Returning her gaze to the giant gut, she shrugged nonchalantly. “Sorry, girls! You heard the man! Nothing personal, see you three in the morning.”

If it was possible, the belly bounced even harder. The thrashes sent bumps across the swollen sphere like popcorn popping in a kernel cooker. Muscles groaned as acid was churned into a frothy slurry and a red thread snapped in half, loosening the corset and exposing more cleavage. It was enough to make the Archanatrax moan, and Mistress Sicarius shuddered at each blow, her face flustered with painful pleasure.

When Mistress Sicarius focused her magic, however, the gut shrank in short, sharp pulses. Stomach walls contracted violently, squeezing Sam, Alex, & Clover until there wasn't an inch of room between them. Their naked bodies grinded together, soaked in acid, saliva, and feminine fluids. For a solitary second, they reached the height of pleasure, until they were crushed into a thick broth of rabbit meat and bone.

The belly continued to shrink until there was nothing left of the Dimoloches. Mistress Sicarius' stomach returned to its naturally fit form, flat and lean. The only difference were her hips, which gained an extra inch of padding, and her breasts, which grew huge and round like watermelons, straining her corset until the spider titties nearly popped out.

Smacking her flat stomach, Mistress Sicarius sighed with satisfaction. "There, all gone! That'll teach those naughty rabbits!"

Her six arms wrapping around the Client, Mistress Sicarius gave him a sharp-fanged grin. "Now, where were we... oh yes! I believe its time for-"

With lightning speed, Mistress Sicarius shoved the Client in the chest. The blow hit hard, hard enough to knock the masked man and chair to the floor. After a few rolls, the Client rolled onto his back, winded... but that was the least of his worries, because seconds later, a black stiletto jammed into his crotch. While the Client's balls were crushed and his bare dick stiffened like crazy, Mistress Sicarius loomed over the masked man.

"Huhuhu! Mr. Client, you're so cruel!" said Mistress Sicarius. She cackled like a queen on her throne, lording her power and privilege over a court full of pathetic peasants. "I work with those girls, you know! When they're revived, they'll never look at me the same way again! Assuming I revive them at all! You knew this, and yet you gave the order. How utterly despicable!"

Grinding her heel back-and-forth, Mistress Sicarius continued her taunts. "But what should I expect from a loathsome Client like you? You're really turned on by spiders! Oh my my... what a pitiful pervert indeed! Brace yourself, for your punishment has only just begun!"

Leaning down until their faces were inches apart, Mistress Sicarius said, "And after that... well, I hope you enjoyed watching those girls digest. Because you know what happens when female spiders breed, yes? That's why you ordered the Platinum Pass, yes? Are you truly ready to embrace this fate and join the millions of suitors before you in the great circle of life?"

Though his back burned like fire and his crotch hurt like hell, the Client whispered between his teeth. "You're damn... right. After I saw you dancing on stage, beautiful as an angel... I knew how my life would end. Destiny brought us together. Please, Mistress Sicarius, Queen of Spades... may I be your King?"

The Archanatrax smirked. For all the Client's wealth and power, for all his prestige, he was a but a man. A tiny, miserable spit of a man. Not even an Arachnatrax male could look so pathetic. How deliciously deviant! Mistress Sicarius adored watching such worms squirm beneath her heel. This, this was power. This was authority! Perhaps Mistress Sicarius was a nobody outside the Carmine Elysian, but here and now, she decided the fate of whole dynasties.

"Why, I'd be happy to!" Mistress Sicarious giggled lightly. "But please, call me by my real name. For after tonight, I'll no longer be Mistress Sicarius. The mantle of Queen of Spades shall move onto another! Its a honor to meet you, Mr. Client... hi, my name is Dr. Darla Sicarius, M.D. of Pediatrics!"

With that, the gentleman and the spider made vigorous love. They touch, kissed and knew each other's bodies better than anyone else's. Passion wafted through the Queen's Chambers like a heavy musk as desire scorched their blood like fire. They burned the midnight oil, and sometime after 2 AM, Darla Sicarius became a mother. But still they went at it like animals, ravishing their lover with much heat and adoration. They only stopped when the Client passed out, drained of energy and cum.

And then... the spider enjoyed her feast.

The next morning, still oozing jizz from her holes, Darla Sicarius sauntered out of her queenly chambers for the last time. Her plump hips swaying back-and-forth like a pendulum, she tucked the Client's domino mask into her ample cleavage, which jiggled with every step.

"Mmm, positively scrumptious!" said Darla, smacking her lips. She patted her stomach, which had developed bit of a potbelly. "Humans really do taste the best. Couldn't even digest all of him! Poor Mr. Client, you may not get to see your children... but I'll remember you always~"

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Well, this took a while to finish XD Been sitting on this post for a good 2-3 months now, mostly because I wasn't satisfied with the story. Decided to polish it up and post it today, rather than linger forever.

The original story was gonna have a second scene, where Doctor Darla celebrates the pregnancy with a baby shower at her office. She'd eat several nurses as part of the party (with plans to revive them later), and devour the one employee who showed up late. But the pacing felt overly lengthy, and with the problems I had with the first scene, I decided to scrap it. But if anyone is curious enough and requests it, perhaps I can set aside an afternoon to write that second scene sometime soon?

Oh, and in case you're wondering, the nurses do have names. This little universe mostly centers on Mistress Sicarius/Doctor Darla, but its important to define a wider cast. From left to right, the nurses are Louisa Brooks, Alexandra Morgans, Tiffany Hart, Quicksilver Raindove Lightspice Treemuse Windlily (Windlily for short), and Tammi Philips.


... and yes, this was originally conceptualized as just a means of comparing & contrasting Misress Sicarius/Doctor Darla's differences, demonstrating how the secret identity is plausible. Maybe an Archanatrax could guess Doctor Darla & Mistress Sicarius are the same, but visually speaking and behavior wise, they're night & day.

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Art by the charismatic & kinky  kimera66

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