SPAWN OF THE TERROR SPIDER (A SPICY MENACE TALE)The n***d girl lay upon the marble dais, her body awaiting the sacrificial offering to Zurtz, the spider god. The girl's flesh gleamed with an alabaster sheen, as Shartok openly eyed her, his hunger readily apparent. He licked his lips and then scratched his baldpate, his expectation barely contained. His eyes were like daggers of l**t as they raked over her.
“May the gods spit in your face!” Esmerala said – for that was her name – her luscious, half-n***d body twisting alluringly against her bonds as she tried to escape her imprisonment.
“Ah, my sweet,” Shartok purred menacingly, his hawk-nose seeming to part the air as he advanced upon his helpless victim. Her alluring orbs of desire seemed to throb with anticipation, or so Shartok told h
