Cobwebs

(Continued from: Betrayed)

When Arnold awoke, there was a splitting pain in the back of his head. He opened his eyes but everything was black, the deepest black he could ever imagine, and he feared he had lost his sight.

He tried to move and found he couldn't move his arms. Something secured them in place, something hard and metallic, like the shackles he had placed on so many criminals in the past. He tested leg movement; Also restrained. By the feel of hard brick pressing into his back and ass cheeks, he appeared to be naked, manacled to a wall and by the feel of it, he had a raging hard on.

Wherever he was, it smelled awful; Like shit and piss had gotten together and had a swampy lovechild. He thought he heard some light footsteps off to his left. He turned his head in that direction, attempting to discern anything in the complete blackness.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," said a female voice in a mocking, playful tone. 

The same voice said a strange word Arnold didn't understand and light flooded into his eyes as the inky blackness just vanished. Arnold blinked and tried to regain focus. When he could see again, he saw he was in a tunnel, likely a sewer tunnel, which would explain the smell. The tunnel ran in two directions, straight forward and to the left, and he was chained to the walls at a corner. A flickering lamp shed light on the greenish, wet surfaces all around. 

A thin, muscular female with skin the color of obsidian and stark, white hair held up in a tight ponytail stood in front of him. Her face was angular, cruel, and beautiful, all at once. She wore a strange armor that was also obsidian black that seemed to absorb light and move in perfect unison with her body. Indeed, it did little to hide her feminine features as it melded perfectly with them, the only thing giving it away as armor were the ridges and various daggers stored in sheathes here and there. The unusual woman was half a foot or so shorter than him, which put her in the position to look up at him, when speaking.

"My, you're an ugly human, aren't you?" she said. Then, she looked down at his pulsing erection. "But what an impressive stallion you are! You will fetch a handsome price, indeed." She reached out with her delicate hand and wrapped her supple fingers around his thick shaft. Her fingers nearly -- but not quite -- touched around the massive member and she seemed impressed by the fact. 

She smiled at him and said, "I shall leave you in the more than capable hands of my dominie and we shall see what you are made of, human." She turned and walked away, the strange armor hugging her rear with perfect precision as her hips swayed back and forth with elegant grace. Arnold, in spite of himself, couldn't tear his eyes away from the shadow of that amazing cleft. The motion quickened his heartbeat instantly and a long, sticky strand of clear fluid spilled out of his synchronously bobbing cock. 

She stopped short and sniffed the air, turning her head so he could see her thin lips move as she spoke again. 

"You humans exude such base scents when aroused." She turned again and continued down the hall until she disappeared in the shadows.

Arnold hung his head and looked at his erect phallus. He wasn't feeling the least bit aroused, so the fact that his penis was hard as a rock was a mystery to him. He could feel every last bit of it, a hypersensitivity that nearly made him ejaculate just by flexing the muscles around it. He decided to stop doing that for the moment. It was then that a disembodied voice spoke to him from somewhere near him. 

"That would be the Meenlock potion," said the voice. "It's made from the skin of a dead Meenlock. At some point it was discovered that a small amount of it, rubbed on a creature's sexual organs, or any other place, for that matter, would induce a rigor state. My mistress finds this quite useful with her slaves."

Arnold looked around anxiously, trying to determine the source of the voice. He felt something soft and warm wrap around his penis but he could see nothing. The smell of perfume filled the air and Arnold felt himself fall into a daze as something invisible, slippery, and wet moved up his leg, wrapped around it, slithering up and around his waist. The thing wrapped around his cock, moved back and forth, undulating slowly, keeping him on the edge of orgasm, but not quite pushing him over. The slippery, rope-like thing wrapped around his waist moved up his belly, crawling, feeling about like an earthworm head. It crawled up around his neck, then back down, joining the tortuous pleasure of the invisible thing on his dick. It continued around his scrotum then forced its slippery way between his ass cheeks and into his anus. It didn't hurt, it slipped in and expanded slowly. The tingling sensations it gave him were maddeningly pleasureful. Hot liquid spewed forth from it and Arnold could feel his insides filling up with liquid; Filling, filling, so full he felt. 

The worm thing slithered out of him and all the liquid inside him followed, spilling on the floor, covering his legs. It entered again, filling him again and leaving, letting him empty all over the floor. A drain below him carried the putrid liquid away and the cycle repeated again and again until he felt his insides would empty with the liquid. 

The worm eventually stopped invading his bowels, sucking them, cleaning them. Arnold closed his eyes and slumped over, hanging by the manacles on his wrists, bending his knees to hang there, his insane erection pointing almost at the floor, the invisible pleasure folds still working on him. How he hadn't climaxed already was beyond him.

Arnold felt a breath on his cheek and several pricks of pain on his back. The maddening invisible penis massager carried on without stopping. When Arnold finally opened his eyes, he gasped in horror at what he saw. Below him was the biggest spider he'd ever seen with its spider legs wrapped around, poking him in the back, and he appeared to be fucking it! No, her! This spider had a naked human female torso! He stood up again, struggling against the chains that held him fast to the wall but he couldn't budge the bonds. The spider woman had a pretty face, but, by the gods, she was terrifying.

As his gaze was fixed on the face of the female drider who was enjoying his permanent erection, he felt a jarring, scraping sensation work its way through the chains. A section of the wall behind him disappeared into the floor, revealing a doorway in the wall behind him, exposing him to the darkness beyond, where another voice, this one male spoke.

"Ah, the worm has cleaned him, good. I see you are enjoying our mistress's latest piece of meat, Bejora, "

the voice said coldly.

"Yes Jyron, this one is well-endowed," the spider bitch replied.

Arnold felt cool hands on his hips. He turned his head to see another of the spider things only this one was male and was looking at him with a malevolent grin. Arnold struggled against the bonds to no avail.

"Oh, please struggle more, human! It makes your manhood swell sensationally!" Bejora exclaimed.

Arnold's heart sank. There appeared to be no escape for him. He felt the cool, scaly abdomen of Jyron lean on his backside as something grew straight out of the drider's lower abdomen. It was a phallus and as it grew longer it grew right into Arnold's anus, stretching it out, filling him up. It grew and grew until it felt like it must be club-sized and then it stopped growing. 

"Yes, I think that will do nicely," Jyron purred and began to ram its pseudo-dick into Arnold painfully hard. Arnold struggled again but he was still unable to move or break the bonds. He felt like his ass was being split open. "I love it when you clench, human toy," Jyron said into Arnold's ear. In and out the thing went for what seemed like hours. The two demented driders worked on him from both ends until the pain and pleasure was too much and Arnold passed out.

When Arnold woke again, he was still chained, his penis limp, legs bent, wrists bloodied from bearing the weight of his large frame. He looked down and, by the light of the wavering lamp, he could see a puddle of blood below him. His inner thighs were slick with blood and his asshole was on fire but he was alone. The two tormentors had left him here. He vomited, once, twice, three times and passed out again.

(Next: Ariana)