Muffet woke up with a headache. She could hear her own head resonate with the sound of a raging ocean. It always scared her when she covered her ears by her hands, the humming noise was so unnatural to her but now as she had to get used to it, strangely soothing. The feeling of uneasiness grew rapidly. Her sight still blurry was able to identify a creepy room she didn’t know and Muffet panicked. Breath was scarce and broken which didn’t help the situation, Muffet wasn’t prepaired for these kinds of rude awakenings, ‘what is that thing in my mouth ?’. Something rubbery but quite flexible was shoved inside Muffet’s mouth and gagged her really well. To her horror she also realized through breathing difficulties her whole face and head must have been covered, ‘I can still breathe though’. A muffled scream escaped the restraints but hardly audible and it only made the claustrophobic blur resonate in Muffet’s head. The more her sight was getting back to her the more she could identify.
The gloomy and shady room was filled with the asylum wall pillows. Muffet tried to move her head but it was somewhat harder. As she eyed rest of her body, she realized she was fully cocooned in a weirdly looking latex suit. Also she realized she was hooded because many of her eyes were blinded except her biggest and prettiest 2 black eyes.
The stuck feelings were infuriating but at the same time sensational, Muffet realized she was lying on the ‘is it latex or rubber ?’ pillows and each time she tried to move her limbs or larger part of the body a small device, that was placed right on one of her most sensitive spots started vibrating slowly but picked up pace the more Muffet moved. She was letting out moans and mewls as she struggled to get out of her bonds. But didn't want to give in to the orgasm, so gradually she was getting more and more turned on and weaker.
Thinking about the claustrophobia made Muffet feel worse, so instead she focused on recollecting what could have happened.
'I must have been lured into a trap, but who would have … who could have ... that little bitch !!! who was dropping coins everywhere, and just talking to always the same guys at the party as me, while eyeballing me if I noticed it, and to top it of I had to get so drunk with that golden shiny liquor stuff !!!'
Muffet realized her most probable captor's plot and started to violently throw herself around while the device went crazy and Muffet eventually climaxed.
The bound spider chica was almost crying at the intensity and inability to produce much sound which intensified the experience even more. What seemed like an orgasm that would shoot up very high but then disappear seemed like it's returning, the device was acting crazy and synchronised itself with Muffet's vibrations. An echoing orgasm was sustained for several long moments and just wouldn't stop until Muffet would be completely drained and unable to contract the muscles anymore from the fatigue.
Breathing heavily and enjoying the prolonged and built up orgasm, still circulating around her body and kept producing sensations and uncontrollable contractions in her belly area, Muffet noticed mechanical gizmos on the door lighting up from red to green and to her surprise her captor finaly showed up.
Muffet thought it would be someone familiar if not particularly the coindropping kidnapper. But she was wrong, she didn't know this person.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her captor's voice.
“Oh my dear spider cutie, finaly you decided to go all the way and give us the satisfaction of your inability to resist the temptation, and what's even better we monitored the frequency of one of your highest orgasms, providing us with very useful information, information so fruitful in your further punishment, hahahahaha.”
Muffet's eyes widened, realizing the sinister situation, she wondered if there are possible future tortures planned for her.
“This is funny you don't even recognize me.”
Confused and frustrated look stared down the shortly before laughing wacko kidnapper.
“Boys get in here and make yourself useful.” her captor yelled.
Now it was time to panic.
2 well built and masked men in latex suits similar to Muffet's, with several appliances and what looked like very restrictive helmets showed up.
“Put her to sleep now.”
Muffet panicked and protested bravely - struggles, moans and mewls all over the place - alas to no avail, quickly subdued by one holding Muffet's body and head from the back and one in the front placing his muscular leg over Muffet's latex covered and chained legs, attached a breathing mask on Muffet's face and turned on a valve attached to the breathing mask. The mask attached itself to Muffet's latexed mouth and nose and felt like it glued itself to the face. A small amount of pink gas was produced and hovered around in the mask, while Muffet went bug-eyed.
The putting to sleep procedure took less time than describing it and Muffet was knocked out cold.
“Good, now carry her for me boys.”
In her slumber Muffet had a dream. Or at least it seemed like a dream. Her captor's face made the brain search and look for answers despite the knocked out state. And interestingly enough an actual association popped up in the memory.
It must be several years now, Muffet working in a boutique as well as designer studio was visited by filthy rich and posh pair of customers. A countess and her bratty daughter, flashing gold, diamonds, emeralds, rubies, sapphires and all things shiny that made Muffet drool. Boasting about their wealth and stature and jingling with their worn priceless treasures, oh they were so obnoxious, 'merciful Uttu why do you have to tempt my greed constantly ?'
Creating pure hell for Muffet as she was busy weaving finest fabrics on their bodies and incorporating complicated ornaments into the sewing/weaving process.
As if the frustrating and ungrateful work wasn't enough. The two witches (but they were very attractive witches) had several technical gadgets that were fascinating to Muffet but she would constantly be pestered if she slipped conversation or attention in that direction. Instead the customers were busy complaining about the obvious rush and not enough quality production.
Muffet was agitated enough by her own temptations but combined with witch mother's complains and worries they wouldn't be posh enough for some vanity party of the decade and the fact that countess' brat daughter in her late teens but definitely mature, was more annoying than her loud mouth mother, an explosive combo was created. After trying dozens of different types of fanciest dresses, lingerie, garter belts, corsettes, hats, gloved and ungloved bodies, tights, stockings even exquisite golden lined finest silk bodyhose that Muffet was able to produce, the duo still couldn't make up their mind and come up with a coherent wish for their sickening big-wig show off. 'Sigh I wish I was there too', Muffet thought to herself. That sigh escaped and Muffet sighed for real.
“Oh, is it somewhat inconvenient for you miss Seemstress ?” “Perhaps we should look for a different one mother ?” the brat asked with a cheeky tone.
“Angerona don't insult the plebs darling, we've spent so much time here already and honestly I can't be bothered looking for another seemtress even remotely as pseudo-skillful as this one.”
“Miss Miffi … “It's Muffet” … “oh I am so sorry Miss Muff ' ette hohohohohohoho.”
“That's alright Cunt ' esse” Muffet babbled to herself and instead of weaving of what seemed like the final dress for this terrible bunch, she wove a devilish plan. Overwhelmed with excitement Muffet smiled and sneakily held her thumbs in one pair of her hands.
“Saaay, my dear and noble customers, would you want to try a latest fashion trend ?” Muffet asked with a grin that made Angerona raise both of her (Cara Delevigne) eyebrows.
“It will be the most wonderful addition to your garb...” Muffet added
“But we have barely finished with the dresses themselves, lookey here Miss, we are paying you by the hour so get on with it, maybe we can give this addition of yours a thought when we are done with this dreadful corsette part.”
Muffet grinned even more, they were hooked.
The dressing up continued at very fast pace now, Muffet's enthusiasm produced fruits and both Angerona and her Countess mother were now covered in finest white satin silk bodies with golden threads - and occasional diamond here and there - on all the naughty bits bringing out their erotic physiques, they were both very satisfied. The satin silk was quite opaque, next came very hard to put on latex like stockings and gloves and here Muffet's plan took its ground.
Countess and Angerona would have to be standing with bottoms already dressed in latex stockings and wearing high heeled frivolous stilettos. Their hands stuck in more latexy grip were adjusted to a hamock above them that Muffet spun for practical purposes if the customer wanted to relax. Now Muffet had both witches exactly where she needed and worked even quicker.
Angerona was first to be “dressed”. A horribly tight corsette was put on the younger nuisance and tightened futher with a diamond and platinum covered chain lacing. As the grip tightened Angerona started to complain and that was the sweet moment Muffet was waiting for.
“Countess ! Now it's time for the finishing touch and latest fashion trend I told you about before, we will be able to evaluate it on the young precious treasure of yours, that is if you both would like this extra exquisite accesoire.”
“Yes I suppose you are right, a certain jenesequa is desireable.”
“Oh splendid I am so glad you are connoiseurs, here is the item we will be handling.”
Muffet produced a lace trimmed collar, that had a mouthpiece part with a pulsating 'what is that thing' ball-gag and started attaching the collar first. Younger witch got nervous.
“M-mother, I-I can b-barely b-breathe, Angerona mewled and stuttered.”
“Shush, quiet honey, perfection is not always deprived of pain, besides that collar looks amazing, look at how many precious stones are on that thing.”
“Miss Muffet is there a change you could possibly loosen the grip on our arms and hands that are clinging to the hamock above us, I must say this new form of fitting and sewing is quite uncomfortable.”
“A-and that corsette is killing me already, can't you please loosen that one too, mother I have to I mmmhmmmmmmmppphhhhhh”
Ball gag was now deep in and there was no going back now. Muffet worked like a robot.
“Oh forgive me young princess”, Muffet mocked the younger witch.
What only took several seconds, was now a silk rope work being done on the younger lady with a tight knotted crotchrope and squeezing loops twisted around nipples, connecting the crotchrope to this system of strings. Countess was almost hypnotized by all the shimmering jewels and didn't realize what Muffet was doing to her daughter for quite a long while. Only after Countess realized what was being produced on her daughter's body, she snapped out of awe. Mostly also due to the fact that Angerona was mewling and whining like crazy into her ball-gag that seemed to dilate with the incoming drool.
Muffet noticed the worried look, giggled and said :
“Almost done now.”
“Erm Miss Miffi, what exactly is that thing in my daughter's mouth, miss Miffi ? Miss mmmmmmppphhhhhh ...”
Countess was gagged by the same ball-gag as her daughter.
“It's Muffet you witch and you will regret this whole escapade, also 'your insolence and swank will be punished'. As Muffet gagged Countess, she tightened a similar looking collar around her neck as well as used all her other limbs to fit Countess into a very tight corsette and then produced an artistic ropework made from silk on the older witch.
Angerona was furious but couldn't protest very well the swollen up gag - 'which finaly stopped growing' she realized with relief – was now preventing most of the sounds she produced, and her mother was now also very quiet.
Muffet smiled victoriously and after wrapping several layers of her silk over their mouths to make the gags even more restrictive and give the white lace trimmed colors an artistic finish, she adjusted her own black tights and said :
“Alright ladies, I will keep this short, the silk u are vowen in has certain characteristics that make it very interesting when u vibrate it, a little bit like when you shoot a bow but the bowstring won't stop vibrating for a while.” With those words Muffet pulled on the ropework on both ladies bodies and released a ray of the webs suddenly. The webs vibrated and the struggling duo could only enjoy the horrific and at the same time delightful vibrations all over their body, on their nipples and most importantly their crotches.
Muffet then wrapped one of the devices that the ladies brought with them into the web hammock and she suspended it in front of both the ladies, just out of their grasp.
“I couldn't but recognize this little toy of yours Countess, you naughty person, shall we set it to random ? Yes !! Haha that's exactly it.”
“By the way, all those jewels, golden threads and priceless shiniez that you are wearing now are fake, and I'll be taking these and ('maybe starting a bakery hehe, probably should lay low for a while in the scam/seemtress business').” Muffet took countess' and Angerona's clothes and belongings that they arrived in.
Furiously struggling but just fruitfully orgasming ladies offered seldom resistance and could only quietly protest to the events unfolding.
Muffet laughed now hysterically... Then the dream took an interesting nightmarish turn into what seemed like an earthquake was happening, shapes of her captives have gone blurry as the earthquake got more and more intense...
Someone was shaking her,
“Wake up future slave !!!”
Muffet woke up again, this time without headache and drowsiness, but with sheer fury. She now finaly realized very well who her captor was. Angerona van der Knebel. That annoying brat has caught her and had poor little spider in her pervy claws. 'Oh Uttu please not another one of those devices going crazy on my softest spot.' Angerona as if she heard those thoughts continued :
“Remember what you once told me and my mother when we were dangling in your clothes designer studio helplessly ?!” Angerona asked patronizingly
Then she moved closer to Muffet's ear and whispered : 'your insolence and swank will be punished'
Muffet's hood was taken off and she realized she was now sitting in a very uncomfortable chair that held all her limbs very tight. Her captors removed her gag and hood and she finaly saw what it was, the same kind of ball-gag that she once shoved in Angerona's and her mother's mouths.
The removing was problematic, the symbiotic ball-gag didn't want to leave such a pretty mouth and made her host cough once removed, her neck was sort of dry from the difficult swallowing and the sudden influx of liquid from her own saliva was too much to handle.
“Please don't do this to me, I learned my lesson already, I can barely stand another orgasm, please I need to take a shower and relax my muscles the warmth inside this thing is killing me, you didn't even strip me nude before putting me in this did you , I can still feel my tights gaah together with this thing noooo not again.” Every other word was followed by a cough but the incoming orgasm made Muffet quietly moan and enjoy it.
Angerona gave Muffet something that seemed like water after the latest arousal, it didn't matter what it was at least it tasted different.
“Please I can't take it anymore, I will ...”
“You will what my helpless spider ?”
Angerona then brushed Muffet's hair and created 2 cute pigtails. While fondling Muffet's body.
“I swear if you continue I am going to to crazy and won't be able to tell you what happened to your diamonds and clothes ...”
Angerona sat herself on Muffet's lap and explained in a seductive and pleasant voice :
“Oh but darling, your are in for a big surprise, you cured my vanity that time when you restrained me and momma, I dedicated so many resources and time just looking for you it completely swayed my interests, I was so gullible and predictable before, my desire was to find you and repay you in similar fashion my dear. Oh and that's not all I will also turn you into my own personal lover and clothesmaker, you are so talented and dandy with silk !!!”
Muffet didn't know what to think but a small satisfaction from this unexpected appreciation soothed her … could she still escape ? Does she want to escape ?