///Iliador loss scene. How could you lose to that cuck?
The garden shudders around you as your final resistance gives way, prickly vines tearing through the grass as they constrict your limbs and drag you into a bed of flowers. [if (!isnakedlower) {A wincing gasp slips from you at the nicking of your [skinshort] by the invading tendrils, and soon they yank and wrestle your [armor] apart, baring you to the arachnids around. }]Iliador exhales in relief, and you hear his voice coo lovingly. [say:My sweet darlings... you deserve a treat!]

Roselle approaches first, her long, conical, strawberry-like abdomen bouncing lightly as if skipping in excitement.  The sharp fibers around her joints prick your ribs with a jolt as she straddles your prone and bound form. Leaning close, the spider seems to assess you like a feast laid bare, an interpretation intensified by her idle cleaning of her chelicerae.

Then behind comes a smaller but wider and heavy-set Alcea. His mauve limbs caress up your sides before that pale pink face rears up to expose his arm-length fangs. The heat of their bodies haunt your senses, but the smell is as pleasant as fruit juice.

[say:Be not afraid,] Iliador murmurs from his floral abode, reclining against the blue-lavender petals. [say:You're only giving them what I wish I [if (hasCock) {was enough for|could}].]

Beside him, the smallest of the widows, the tender pink and white Mallow, crawls gently across his chest. The spider's foliage-covered abdomen rubs against the alraune's layered blouse, front legs stroking his neck, cheek, and shoulders with care. Mallow presses his face just beneath Iliador's jaw, and the alraune moans quietly, cock twitching as he strokes himself.

//Those of a penis'd variety
You grunt as the long-fanged Alcea presses his weight against you, then tense up as the spider pins you in its chelicerae. Roselle feels up your [cocks] with her small pedipalps and brushes [if (multicock) {the [cocktype 1]|it}] toward her mouth for a wet kiss. There is little to do but watch between the fangs of Alcea as if through the bars of a cell. Despite the tension and restraints, the spider's mouth, unusual it may be, excites you.

Iliador shakes in some mix of anxiety and arousal. [say:See how much they need this?] Mallow nuzzles his hair and extends his long back legs to drag silk over his modest dick. Iliador kisses the little spider and casts his eyes back to you. [say:They all deserve the best.]

Roselle crawls forward, positioning her epigyne against your cock, the contact sending shockwaves of warmth up your spine. Her fangs twitch, her mandibles opening slightly as if panting in ecstasy. Roselle's abdomen rubs slow, circling movements  as she releases strands of warm silk onto your [feet]. Instinct drives you to struggle, but Alcea clicks and growls over your face, threatening you to lay still. A few more threads and any chance there might have been for freedom fades.

The large red spider bounces on you in one last display of anticipation before properly aligning and dropping her semen-seeking hole on your [cockhead]. The entrance is resistant to the shape, but the inside sucks desperately to engulf you. There's no holding back the pre already leaking, and you tilt your head back with a tension-releasing moan. The maw of Alcea still covering your face leans into you immediately, suckling your mouth and pulling your [tongue] into his throat. It's a deep kiss that tickles.

[say:You're everything I know I can't be for them,] the girly alraune says in a stuttering groan, jerking off faster. [say: Roselle is absolutely glowing!]

Roselle thrusts her abdomen up and down faster than you're ready to handle, her lustful zeal difficult to keep up with, and her legs tap excitedly on your body. The pink and mauve underbelly of Alcea stops you from seeing what's going on; however, the magnitude of thrill this serves for the female is undeniable. Alcea sucks your tongue in waves, fellating it, and you find yourself shivering uncontrollably amid an orgasm, bursting semen into the depths of the epigyne manhandling your mast.

[say: Mnm--] Iliador grits his teeth and fails to hold himself back, releasing a loud gasp as he ejaculates, raining a few drops of his nectar on you. [say:Th-th--] he struggles to compose. [say:Did it feel good, Roselle?]

Before long, your [cock] is released. But soon after, another spider begins to fondle it. You will not be done satisfying Iliador's many loves--not so long as you yet live.

///The penislessness of it all.
The colossal fangs keep you compliant as Roselle treads upon you, pulling her silk down over you as she goes. With you snugly in place, the threatening chelicerae back off, Alcea skittering around to your groin. Relatively soft chitin prods around your [if (hasVagina) {mons|pubis}] with curiosity, and the feeling-hairs make you write in place. No matter your struggling, you aren't getting out of this. The strawberry-reared Roselle brings the middle of her underside over your face, and the chitin spreads open, revealing a fleshy interior that drips slimy residue onto your cheek. The pedipalps of the male at your pelvis [if (tailLeg) {[if (isgenderless) {hug your hips, reach across your [butt], and find your [asshole]|probe your genital slit apart}]|press firmly on your [if (hasVagina) {vulva|featureless [skinfurscales] while making their between your thighs to your [asshole]}]}].

Iliador shakes in some mix of anxiety and arousal. [say:See how much they need this?] Mallow nuzzles his hair and extends his long back legs to drag silk over his modest dick. Iliador kisses the little spider and casts his eyes back to you. [say:They all deserve the best.]

A mucusy film forms in the opening of Roselle's epigyne, expanding and distending toward you. Naturally, you attempt to back away, but you can only grind your head into the flowerbed so hard. Within the briefest second, the bulb of Alcea's pedipalp is forced into your [vagorass]--you yelp, baring your throat just as Roselle looses a rush of eggs. The slimy membrane slams into your lips and creates a seal to allow every future spiderling to be incubated safely down your gullet. You try to scream, but nothing happens.

The awkward shape partially inside your [if (isvagorassvirgin) {inexperienced, resistant }]hole bends and twists. Already your body is feeling too full from the top and the bottom, but then the invade pumps in. Despite surely being made for a completely different anatomy, the tip rubs in just the right spot to make you uncomfortably pleasured. The world spins. All you know is the erotic taste of epigyne lubrication and the building pressure of a round bulb trying to follow the tip of the palp inside you.

Iliador girlishly moans, loving every moment of the display. [say:You really like that hole, d-don't you, Alcea?]

Your [vagorass] stretches further and the bulb punches in like a wild dog's knot. Both you and the alraune jolt and groan in unison. Locked in, there's no stopping it as the appendage injects your depths with semen. Roselle lifts slightly and then nearly knocks you out as she slams down and looses more eggs.

[say: Mnm--] Iliador grits his teeth and fails to hold himself back, releasing a loud gasp as he ejaculates, raining a few drops of his nectar on you. [say:Th-D--] he struggles to compose. [say:Do you like [him], my loves?]

It's hard to process anything. But what consciousness you have remaining realizes Alcea still has another pedipalp to go, and the garden is home to many more spiders than these. Until your body ceases to live, you'll be serving here.
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==BAD END==