Saturday, July 09, 2016

Succubus Summoning 213, part 3

Part 1, Part 2

"As delightful as this all is, it is rather unnecessary," Verdé said.

Astrapia fluttered a fan of fluffy pink feathers and gave Verdé a glare that detracted from her otherwise seductive appearance.

"My master has already passed the first trial..." Verdé continued.

He had? Phil thought.

"...and you are of the same dominion, so..."

They might have been from the same dominion, but the other succubi did not seem to like Verdé being there at all and showed their disapproval with stony glares.

"I'm not saying it's a total waste," Verdé changed tack.  "Even if he might not look keen now, I'm sure my master would love to experience some of the famed sensual skills of the incomparable bedmistresses of the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures."

"Which house do you belong to?" Astrapia asked Verdé.  "I know you're not from the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures.  The Garden of Exquisite Tortures?  No, you're far too vanilla for them.  The Pagoda of the Euphoric Lotus?  No, I don't see it.  I don't think you're from one of the minor houses either."

Verdé gave a disarming laugh.  "I know the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures is built upon tenets of order and discipline, but those tenets are not shared by the rest of the Dominion of Lust.  I have no house.  I have no need of a house."

"You see your mistake," Astrapia said to Phil.  "You've allowed yourself to be seduced by a pair of low-class lust daemons wanting to use you as a cheap ticket to this Earth.  A warlock of greater distinction and class would have chosen more wisely than a pair of no-house tramps."

"Now you're being rude," Verdé said.  "Not that I mind.  Nasty talk gets me so wet."

She paused.  Her nostrils dilated and she frowned.

"Has a soul been spilled here recently?"

"Seleucida, Paradisea, quieten this impudent slut."

"So it's going to be like that," Verdé said without the slightest hint of fear or concern.

to be continued...

Yes, it's a short update.  I couldn't resist not passing up that cliffhanger. :)

Thursday, July 07, 2016

Succubus Summoning 213, part 2

Part 1

"Oi, what are you up to, Greenie?" he asked Verdé.  His prominent lower jaw jutted out like a bulldog's.

"I thought I saw a little bit of fluff on her arm," she said, all innocence as she withdrew her hand.

Mr Buggeritall eyeballed her.

A spark of mischief lit up Verdé's green eyes.  "You can watch," she said.  "I'm sure you'll enjoy the show."

Mr Buggeritall considered it...

...but not for very long.

He jammed a thumb against his chest.  "The only one that gets to mess with toots is me," he said.  "We're going to go far together."

Adriana gave an apologetic smile for her imp's antics, but there was none of the desperation Phil had seen before.  It was as she'd said—she'd accepted it and come to an accommodation with the noisome imp's presence.

"You know it has to happen at some point," Verdé said.

"It will... when she's ready," Mr Buggeritall said with a determination that belied his tiny uncouth form.

The door to the test room opened and Phil's name was called out.

"I wouldn't worry," Adriana called after him.  "I'm sure you'll be fine."

"Another one with promise," Verdé said as she and Phil walked to the test room.  "Although she still has a long path to walk."

Phil was more concerned about his path coming to an end right here.  He was looking at the succubus standing next to the open door and feeling anything but fine.  Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and random facts and pieces of information swirled through his head in a great impenetrable swarm.

Phil really really hated tests.

He entered the room and saw it was as Adriana had described—the only people in the room were three of The Scrote's succubi.  With a sinking feeling Phil recognised the one sitting in the chair opposite him.  She was the one who'd made him ejaculate into her hand on the very first day he'd gone to one of Stine's fast-track lectures.  She also recognised Phil and smiled as though he was a piece of livestock she'd already bought and owned.

"Ah, the student who summoned a pair of inferior lust daemons.  Phil Rowling, isn't it?" she said.

Phil nodded.  "Um, how should I address you, Miss...?" he asked.

"Miss?" The succubus laughed.  "We're not decrepit husks.  I am Astrapia, this is Seleucida and that is Paradisea.  We are here to see if you are fit to call yourself master of daemons."

She gestured to an empty chair opposite her.

"Sit down and we'll begin."

Phil looked down at the chair.  He repositioned it and sat down.

That seemed easy enough, he thought.

Then the succubi started to take their clothes off.  Admittedly, they hadn't been wearing much to begin with—little more than the skimpy black costumes of showgirl dancers—but there was a big difference between not much and nothing at all.  Phil's eyes boggled and his Adam's apple worked furiously as the sex daemons peeled off their bodices to expose the bulging pink hemispheres of their breasts.  Was there a succubus that didn't have a body gorgeous enough to turn a glamour model green with envy?

The succubus that had shown Phil in, Paradisea, saw his discomfort and paused.  "Surely as a master of succubi you must be used to this by now."

"Yes, what a splendid idea," Verdé said as she removed her diaphanous green robes and hung them over the back of Phil's chair.

Phil was once again surrounded by gorgeous naked woman.  And as usual he wished he could enjoy it without being terrified for his life and soul.

"Why don't you take off your robe as well?" Seleucida asked.

"We're already naked," Paradisea said.  "You'll feel more comfortable if you're naked as well."

"If you're worried about your size, you shouldn't be," Seleucida said.

"We don't care how big or how small they are," Paradisea said.

"We suck them all," Seleucida said.

"Fuck them all," Paradisea bent closer to whisper in Phil's ear.

And now Phil had a single, hard, reason to keep his robes on.

"As delightful as this all is, it is rather unnecessary," Verdé said.

to be continued...

Tuesday, July 05, 2016

Succubus Summoning 213, part 1

Phil had always hated exams.  It didn't seem to matter how much revision or prep he did, or how well he knew the subject.  He'd sit down, stare at the question sheet and then his mind would go blank, or worse, a million different facts would start careering around inside his head like drunken dodgem cars.  And that was for normal non-daemon-world exams.  Here, at Wargsnouts, if you failed a test there was a chance of dying or worse.

Phil didn't even know what the test was on.  The Scrote had neglected to inform his students.  Phil shuffled through his notes.  Hellscape Topology... Rites and Rituals... Extra-Dimensional Daemonology... anything?  It was impossible.

Phil was surprised when Darvill breezed up to him and spoke.  The other student had plenty of cause not to be friendly with him, when you considered it was his succubi that were responsible for killing Darvill's friends.  Sort of.

"I wish I knew what this test was about," Phil said.  "I heard something about attunement, but that could cover anything we've studied in the last year and a half."

Darvill didn't seem to be bothered about it.  Or the upcoming exam.  Darvill was the sort that didn't seem to get fazed by anything.

"We're on the fast track because we contracted our first daemons earlier than most other students.  I imagine The Scrote wants to check we understand what those contracts mean."

That was fine and all that, Phil thought.  He shuffled miserably through his notes.

"I was kinda hoping we'd be taught this before they tested us on it," he said.

"Daemonic contracts are the test," Darvill said.  "Look at the ones that came through."

Phil looked at the members of staff Darvill pointed to and didn't understand.  They were a mismatched bunch.  Cartifax Brion Jacks could pass for a P.E. teacher.  High Magus R. L. Conley looked as though he'd just stepped out of an old horror movie.  There was no pattern, no connection Phil could see.

Was this something Phil was supposed to know?  Some lesson he'd missed?

Even Verdé seemed amused by his bafflement.

"It's not his strongest suit," she responded to a question Darvill asked her.

Everyone seemed to know more than Phil.

One of The Scrote's succubi, resplendent like a star showgirl, opened the door and looked around the room.  For one heart-stopping moment Phil thought it was his turn, but then the succubus called out Darvill's name instead.

That gave Phil another half hour to shuffle through his notes in a last-ditch effort to cram for a test he didn't have the slightest clue about.  He wondered if it might have been better if the succubus had called out his name instead, if only to get this damn exam over and done with.  And now he'd mixed his notes up.  They were an incoherent jumble.  He didn't think this extra half hour or so was going to change anything.

He lifted his head and turned to Verdé.  "Hey wait.  Darvill spoke to you directly."

When Phil had first met Darvill, the other student had ridiculed the notion of talking to other warlock's daemons.

"Yes," Verdé said.  "It's been quite pleasing to observe his personal growth.  There's a lot of promise there.  I think he'll develop into a fine warlock."

"You sound like you'd rather have been summoned by him instead of me," Phil said.

Verdé laughed.  "Oh no.  We're perfectly happy with the master we have."

She rested her head on Phil's shoulder and his nose was filled with the scent of fresh meadow flowers.  His cock stirred in his pants.

Great.  As if it wasn't difficult enough to concentrate already.

Phil's last-minute cramming was going so badly he was even glad of the interruption when another fellow student approached him.  It was Adriana Mayall, but Phil had to do a double take as she'd changed so much since the last time he'd seen her.  The skinny mop with a pale face hidden behind scraggly curtains of blonde hair was gone.  Instead Phil found himself looking at a pretty young woman dressed very neatly in a business suit as if she was about to take an interview in the city.  Even her posture was different.  Phil hadn't realised it before, but she was taller than him when she stood up straight.  There was an easier smile on her lips and she actually looked at Phil while talking to him rather than staring at the floor.

Her imp, Mr Buggeritall, was still present.  He sat on her shoulder and puffed away on a foul-smelling stogie.  He was different from before in that he was no longer naked.  Like Adriana he was dressed in a suit right down to a miniature tie.  Okay, not everything was different.  He still leered at Verdé like a dirty old lecherous uncle.

"You look different," Phil said.

Adriana shrugged.  "They told me there was no way to get rid of him, so we've come to an arrangement."

"She stops being a whiny little bitch feeling sorry for herself all the time and I stop embarrassing her in public," Mr Buggeritall said.

Adriana gave a little roll of her eyes that indicated she was not that far removed from the awkward girl she'd been before, despite her drastic change in appearance.

"Don't be like that, toots," the imp said.  "It was for your benefit.  I did it to toughen you up."

Adriana gave Phil a goofy little smile.  "It is better than before."

The imp stood up and puffed out his chest.  "I'm her personal trainer now."

Adriana suppressed a giggle.  She looked down at Phil's notes.

"Revising for Magus Stine's test?" she asked.

"Yes," Phil replied.  "Have you already taken it?"

Adriana nodded.

"What's it on?" Phil asked.

"It's odd," Adriana said.  "Magus Stine wasn't present for the test, nor were any of the staff.  It was just his succubi, three of them.  They asked me some fairly straightforward questions about my background and Mr Buggeritall.  I thought they were trying to put me at ease before the test began, then they told me it was over and I was fine."

She shrugged.

"Maybe after all the recent deaths, accidents and students going missing, they're taking some extra precautions to try and keep us safe."

Mr Buggeritall suddenly moved from Adriana's right shoulder to her left.

"Oi, what are you up to, Greenie?" he asked Verdé.  His prominent lower jaw jutted out like a bulldog's.

to be continued...

I wasn't sure how to post this chapter.  The serialisation plan was mainly to keep me moving on the story.  Then I stalled.  Then I wrote virtually the whole thing one night while waiting at the airport.  I think I'll put it up here anyway.  It gives me a final chance to correct things for the ebook/novel version if it turns out I flubbed the ending.

The new parts will be posted a little more frequently than weekly (one every two days at a guess) and I'll return to the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary stories once I've finished up with Phil's current arc of adventures.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Obligatory still alive post :)

Yeah, I know I've gone and done that fade out thing again.

I've been off and away doing other stuff for the past month that has eaten most of my weekends.  It's fine as it supplements my income and allows me to keep paying the bills and put food on the table.  (And the travel is a great source of story inspiration as I'll reveal in a future blog post).

I would mention more, but I'm starting to realise why other writers keep shtum about projects until they actually come to fruition.  It's a much better way of managing expectation.

I have been writing, but not H-space bestiary stories.  My current rule for #ChaosWriting is if I get the urge to write Succubus Summoning, I drop everything else and write that, as it's the number one thing I need to get done at this point in time.

More later (when things come to fruition).

Friday, June 10, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Boob-Snake

Name:  Boob-Snake (Don't blame me.  This is the name used by the men and it's sort of stuck)
Type:  Demon
Habitat:  Underground caverns.  Natural springs.

Description:
Another anatomically-perverse monstrosity.  How did such horrors come to exist and why are their forms so familiar and yet horribly corrupted at the same time?

The boob-snake will usually be encountered lying in a pool of white liquid resembling milk.  With the majority of their body submerged and hidden beneath the surface it's easy to mistake them for a beautiful naked woman resting in a hot spring.  It's only when the boob-snake rises up out of the water that their true—inhuman—nature is revealed.

While their head, shoulders and chest are human in appearance, below there the thoracic region is repeated over and over again, so that the demon looks as though it has been extended into a snake with multiple rows of mammary glands.  Mutations of this nature have been observed in annelids and arthropods, and indeed have played an important role in the evolution of some forms, but this isn't what is happening here—human anatomy simply shouldn't permit it.

Describing the 'boobs' of the boob-snake as mammary glands is technically incorrect.  The 'milk' secreted by their breasts is a complex mixture of hormones and enzymes used to first render their male captives docile and then aid the boob-snake's absorption of her prey's fluids.

Attack Strategy:
They lie in wait in pools of white liquid and use their alluring beauty to tempt men into approaching them.  Once the man strays close enough the boob-snake will surge from the water, coil her body around them and then drag them into her pool.  Boob-snake pools usually have a secret tunnel underwater leading to a more secure cave where the demon can drain her victim without being interrupted.

Once she has caught a man, the boob-snake will strip them, exude her 'milk' over their naked body and then massage them with her many breasts.  These look and feel like big soft human breasts and the sensation of them rubbing all over the body is intensely arousing.  Once her captive is turned on enough, the boob-snake will force them to suckle her breasts.  Getting her milk inside them aids the digestion process.  Enzymes within the milk painlessly break down her prey's internal organs and her intense sexual stimulation causes them to ejaculate the resultant soup onto the boob-snake's breasts in a continuous uncontrollable orgasm.  The boob-snake absorbs the ejaculate through her skin.  The whole process is supposedly a lot more pleasant than it sounds, but you'll forgive me if I'd rather not experience it first-hand.

Countermeasures:
Don't talk to the strange naked woman sitting in a pool of fresh milk.

Boob-snakes share similar regenerative capabilities as other demon-class HSIOs.  It is relatively easy to puncture their skin with either bullets or blades, but most of these wounds will close just as rapidly as they opened.  Even fire has little permanent effect.

Until we can find substances to counteract their regenerative capabilities and given their speed and strength, it is highly recommended to give boob-snakes and their pools a wide berth.

Threat Level:
Moderate

(This would be High if they ever decided to leave their pools and actively hunt us.)

Thursday, June 09, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Boob-Snake

PFC Stewart Peter Bate had expected to see strange sights in an alien dimension, but nothing like this.  What he saw—a naked blonde girl with lovely big round tits lounging in a pool—was not that unusual in itself.  If this had been a sunken Jacuzzi in one of the more decadent areas of Vegas or LA, Bate wouldn't have been surprised.  But here, in an underground cavern on an alien planet, hot naked blondes lounging in pools were not something he expected to stumble upon.

The cavern they stood in was around the same size as the main room of a small club.  Phosphorescent mosses and lichens on the walls lit up the cavern with a soft blue glow.  The rocky floor sloped down to a pool filled with an opaque white liquid that looked like milk.  And sitting in the pool, her presence incongruous even if she seemed relaxed about her surroundings, was the blonde girl with the big round titties.

"What are you doing here, miss?" the squad leader, LT Lunn asked.

Lunn was young and green, barely out of West Point.  There were rumors going around he was still a virgin.

The blonde girl rose up out of the pool and immediately the squad saw she wasn't what she appeared.  Her first row of tits was followed by a second pair, and a third, and a fourth, and a fifth...  They kept emerging from the water, pair after pair, as if she was a tampered image on a computer screen where someone had copied her bust and pasted endless copies beneath the original.  She reared up above them, her chest stretched out so long she resembled a tall pink snake with two lines of firm pink boobs running down her underside.

A boob-snake, Bate thought with a mental snerk that was totally unsuitable for their current situation.

Caught by surprise by her bizarre appearance, the whole squad froze in place.  The demon girl's gaze flitted from man to man before finally alighting on Bate.  Then she swooped.

Bate's next few moments were a confusing blur of motion as he was picked up and cast into the pool with a loud splash.  Some of the liquid got into his mouth and he was surprised to find that not only did it look like milk, it tasted like milk as well.  He was less concerned with that than the thing in the water with him.  Bate thrashed and fought and was able to free himself long enough to break the surface to grab a breath.  Then something long and muscular coiled around his legs and lower body, and dragged him down...

...and down...

...and down...

...until Bate thought his lungs might burst.  Then, just as Bate was facing the ignominy of drowning in a giant puddle of milk, he was dragged back upwards and deposited—gasping—on a beach of soft spongy white mud.  He lay there for a moment, coughing and retching as he expelled the cloying liquid from his air passages.

He didn't get long to recover before hands grabbed the seat of his pants and dragged him backwards through the mud until his pants and underpants slipped down far enough for his unknown tormentor to remove them entirely.  Bate had already lost his top and equipment on the way here.  This final act of disrobing left him completely naked.

He rolled over and saw the demon woman looming over him.  Closer up he saw she was a disconcerting mix of the beautiful and the grotesque.  She had a pretty heart-shaped face with high cheekbones.  Her head, shoulders and top pair of breasts would do a cheerleader proud.  The exception to this were her eyes and ears.  The latter were pointed and the former were milky-white orbs with neither iris nor pupil.  Both of these were minor differences to the human form in comparison to her body below her first pair of breasts.  Bate saw the additional tits streaming out behind her in a great long train.  Each pair, in themselves, was fine.  They were big, round and were covered in a sheen of liquid that gave them an appealing, shiny pink appearance.  If anything that made it worst—to see such perfect examples of the female form stitched together in a Frankenstein's monster abomination.

Thankfully the demon woman wasn't making any hostile moves.  After stripping Bate she seemed content to simply smile at him as he lay on the soft white mud.  Could she be... friendly?

She moved up to Bate and cupped hands beneath her top row of bulging breasts.

"Do you like them?" she asked.  "You can touch them.  I like them being touched."

More than friendly, even.

Bate reached out and placed a hand on her tit.  It felt as good as it looked—warm, soft, the skin silky-smooth.  Emboldened by her lack of resistance to his touching an intimate part of her body, Bate gave her boob an experimental squeeze.  It was pleasantly malleable like a boob and the skin dimpled and deformed before springing back like nubile flesh.  Enjoying the sensations of touching her, Bate rubbed a finger against the erect rubbery nub of her nipple.

Bate squeezed a little harder.  Her breast gave a little shiver and squirted warm milk into the palm of his hand.

"Oops," the demon girl said.  "I'm a little full."

Bate kept pawing her soft pink flesh.  He marveled at the feel, the weight.  The last time he'd touched tits that felt as good as this they'd belonged to a big-titted stripper down in Vegas.  He'd enjoyed touching them.  He'd enjoyed fucking her in his truck after her shift had ended even more.

"They all feel as good as this," the blonde girl said.  "Stand up and let me rub them all over your body."

Bate did as she asked and let her coil her long body around him.  She surrounded him in a sinuous dance.  She slid his leg through her cleavage, but it wasn't a single pair of breasts but a whole train of them.  Her nipples traced lines across his buttocks and up his back.  She slid his left arm through the groove of her many cleavages, then his right.  She pressed his face between one set of soft tits, then another, and another.

Bate was lifted off the floor and wrapped up in her warm breasts.  They pressed against him like soft cushions and as she moved her body he felt her erect nipples rubbing all over him.  Milky fluids oozed from her teats and let her slide all over Bate with greater ease.  It felt incredible.  It was like he was buried in a jumble of writhing big-titted strippers.

The boob-snake demon pressed his face into her top left breast.

"Drink," she ordered.  "Taste how delicious my milk is."

Was Bate into this kind of shit—suckling at a woman's tit like an overgrown baby?  The demon woman didn't offer him a choice.  Her arms were like iron bars around the back of his head as she pressed his face into the soft fleshy pillow of her giant boob.  Her nipple squirted and Bate's mouth filled up with milk.

He drank it.

Bate didn't know if he was into this kind of kinky shit, but he did know her milk was delicious.  The taste was of milk, but with an extra something that slid down Bate's throat like fine whiskey on a cold evening and warmed him up from the inside.  The taste grew on Bate.  At first he wasn't sure.  Then he wanted more.  Then he needed more.  He actively sucked on her teat while she gently ruffled fingers through his short hair.

Not only did Bate feel warm inside, he felt horny.  Really really horny.

Sure, having lots of big round naked tits rubbing all over his body, jostling his erection, would do that to a man, but this was more.  Maybe he was into this kinky adult breast-feeding thing.  Or there was something in her milk that really got his balls juiced.  Either way, Bate started to hump his hips against her.  What he really wanted to do was bury his hard-on in tight wet pussy, but he couldn't find it and didn't even know if she had one.  Instead he found the tight warm cleft between her swollen tits and decided they were close enough.

The many-titted demon woman helped him out.  She gave a little flex and it felt like she'd put a hand on either side of her breasts and was pressing them together around Bate's cock.  She moved against him and created friction as Bate's cock slid back and forth between her soft fleshy pillows.  The rubbing, the suckling, the feel of her erect nipples tracing moist lines across his flesh, the feel of her soft tits sandwiching his hard cock... it took him over the edge.  He moaned into her smothering boob and trembled as he released a great flood of semen into the fleshy cleft between her tits.

His moan of orgasm was only a slight pause before he was back at her teat and guzzling down more of her delicious milk.  He couldn't get enough of it, or the warm tingly glow it spread through him.

She coiled more tightly around him and squashed her many boobs against his body.  Her body flexed and pulsed as she dragged Bate's cock back and forth between her tits.

Strange.  He'd poured out so much cum her tits should be sticky with it.  Instead they felt just as silky-smooth as when he'd first touched them.  It was like she'd absorbed it all through her skin.

Not that Bate cared.  He sucked up more of her delicious milk and luxuriated in the sensation of her many boobs rubbing against him.

Oh yes.

He shuddered and released another great flood of cum all over her wonderful tits.  So much this time it was almost like he was taking a piss, but with the great throbbing bursts of pleasure that came from every orgasm.

He wondered if her milk was helping him—making his balls swell up with rampant vitality.  Yes, he was sure her milk was helping him.  Needing little excuse, he gulped down more of her secretions and, coaxed by her luscious breasts, let out another massive flood of semen.

Her milk was helping, but not in a way Bate would have liked had he been clear-headed enough to realize what it was doing to him.  All that semen had to come from somewhere, and that somewhere was Bate's muscle, flesh and internal organs.  He poured his fluids out onto her in pulsing bursts and the demon woman absorbed them through her skin.  By the time the rest of his squad found the secret underwater tunnel that led to this secret cave all that was left of Bate were scraps of his empty skin.

Friday, June 03, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Glass Arachne

Name:  Glass Arachne
Type:  Arachne
Habitat:  Underground Caves

Description:
One of the many types of arachne or spider-woman demon that infest the cave systems beneath the surface of H-space.  They are a nightmarish combination of spider and woman, with a humanoid torso replacing the head of a gigantic spider.  All arachnes encountered so far have been female and it is unknown whether male arachnes exist at all.

Glass arachne are unusual in that the integument of their spider half is completely transparent.  Before coming to H-space I might have postulated it an adaptation for living in lightless caves.  Now I wouldn't be surprised if it's because the spider demon wants to show exactly what she's doing to her prey's penis while it is inside her.

Attack Strategy:
As with Earth spiders, glass arachnes use webs to catch prey.  Their webs are pink rather than white.  This is because the silk is impregnated with a powerful aphrodisiac toxin that is absorbed on skin contact.  Vibrations in the web inform the arachne of potential prey and the aphrodisiac venom keeps the prey distracted long enough for the arachne to reach them and drag them off with ropes of sticky silk.

Once in her lair the arachne wraps her prey up in a cocoon of venom-saturated silk.  Exposure to larger quantities of the aphrodisiac toxin triggers a physiological change in the subject that results in massive overproduction of seminal fluids at the expense of all other biological processes.  The arachne stimulates her prey sexually and slowly sucks out all their fluids through their penis.  While the intermediary steps are more complex, the end result is exactly what you'd expect to see if a man was predated on by a giant spider—a mummified husk wrapped up in silk.

The glass arachne can imbibe their victim's fluids through her mouth, vagina, anus and even the specialised canal where her silks are produced.  They seem to prefer using their abdomen, despite its repulsive non-human appearance.  I suspect they gain a perverse delight from this, as they seem to enjoy showing their victims what they're doing to them and will often pick a sexual position that allows their victim to see his own penis inside her.

Countermeasures:
Despite the glass arachne's delicate glass-like appearance, their exoskeleton, even the parts covering their human half, is hard enough to function as protective armour.  Small calibre bullets and knives will have trouble penetrating.  As with other arachnes, they don't like fire and flamethrowers have proven very effective.

Glass arachne webs should not be touched without protective clothing as the aphrodisiac toxin is absorbed through the skin and acts quickly.

For a while we were able to lure arachnes into traps by vibrating their webs and ambushing those that came to investigate.  Unfortunately, they possess human-equivalent intelligence and quickly wised up to this strategy.  The last time it was attempted it resulted in a counter-ambush that resulted in the loss of the whole team.

Threat Level:
Moderate.

Don't touch any strange webs you might encounter underground.