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The web was a tangled sticky mess, and Cullan couldn't move his arms or legs by this point. His eyes trailed up, their green, slanted hues exotic and marked dark eyeliner. It was that exoticism that had drawn her to him, to begin with; the flickering, pierced and pointed ears of the Lynx were one of the few things that always remained free from his Mistress and her entanglement. The young femboy gave a small whimper as Muffet stepped into the room.

He'd been waiting patiently for her arrival, and his body was burning with the knowledge that maybe today would be the day. Maybe today, she would let him have release.

From the way that Muffet looked at him, the feline seriously doubted it. He actually made to step back once... twice, but already threads were dropping atop him; he'd backed right into her web, and it seemed that Cullan was once again a victim to the spider's whim.

That whim was never kind.

"Can you pay your fees yet, kitty cat?" Muffet stepped forward, and as she did so, a large cock slowly began to spill forward from her pelvis; it was retractable, which made it all the more deadly, like the stinger of a scorpion. The hermaphrodite spider sashayed up until she stood before the lynx, and she grinned. Another spindle of the web came forward, drifting through her fingertips and wrapping around Cullan's hips.

"I told you I can't, Mistress," Cullan's voice was a gentle plea, a soft cry that grew softer with each spindle of thread and webbing that spilled across his body. His clothing had already been non-existent. It was one of Muffet's rules... if Cullan came to her house, he came in nothing but the collar that she'd woven for him, and the underwear that she'd created especially for him. The tight tank that he usually wore and the shorts that cupped his plump little ass were folded neatly at the door, waiting for him whenever he was ready to leave her den. Only the shorts remained -- they were designed like to be quite flattering to his somewhat curvy frame, like booty shorts that cupped his asscheeks and bound up his balls so that he looked even more like a femme than he had before he'd met Muffet.

Of course, he couldn't really get those off without her help. It wasn't that they were locked into place... but if he pulled at the webbing too much, it yanked the fur from his body and left him aching and in pain. Muffet had designed it that way; he was well and truly ensnared by her, and she'd named such an exorbitant price that she knew he'd never be able to pay.

That, of course, had been the point all along.

The monster crept closer to him, and her fingers stroked along the thread that encased his crotch area. "Have you been trying to find release without me, pet?"

His green eyes instantly flickered up to hers, and he shook his head back and forth as rapidly as he could for the fact that she was spinning him uptight until he could feel his breath hitching in his chest and his body shuddering from whatever it was that coated the web. He knew that it did something to him. It was almost paralytic, but it wasn't his body that he couldn't move.

It wasn't even his cock that couldn't get hard.

It was just his ability to find release -- no matter what happened, no matter how much she enjoyed herself, Cullan knew as long as he was wrapped in the sticky confines of her webbing, he wasn't going to be able to climax.

A low whine spilled from his chest, and he gasped the words out as Muffet climbed atop him. "Mistress, please?" The lynx's voice begged, ragged from the fact that this wasn't the first time that this had happened. Muffet hadn't let him orgasm for over a month, and his body was beginning to ache from it, his balls feeling like they could explode at any moment; she never let that happen though. Whatever she'd weaved into her web made sure that he wasn't allowed to experience that pleasure, even if he had decided to defy her orders and try to find it on his own time.

"You've been so patient, Cullan. Don't you think that it's worth the wait?" Muffet's lithe and slender frame crawled atop him. Her fingers worked delicately, and she easily pulled the strands away from his cock, baring the hardness so that the cool air kissed against the tapered tip of his cock. His hips automatically thrust up to her ministrations, and the arachnid laughed. "So eager. Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes!" He cried the words out instantly, hoping that if he begged enough if he pleaded, and if he pleased her well enough, she would finally release him from his chastity. Muffet's eyes gleamed, and she easily slid her way atop the Lynx, so that he could feel the little ring of muscle around her ass rubbing against his prick.

"Beg me." Her voice was demanding, though not demeaning. Cullan knew that she took her satisfaction from his begging just as much as from withholding his pleasure, and he was all too willing to give her the former if it meant that she would finally give way to the latter.

"Please, Mistress! Please, ride me -- let me pleasure you. Let me give you whatever you want, whatever you need. Please," and then lower, throatier, almost a growl, "Please, just let me fuck you, let me come, please. Please..." Muffet's hips slid down so that her hole sheathed the lynx's cock; the warmth and tightness of her small frame were enough that Cullan felt like he could have exploded. His balls squeezed, his entire body tensed... but whatever venom, whatever liquid it was that was slathered on Muffet's webbing stopped the action from following through.

"God, please!" He whimpered the words out again, and the sound of Muffet's laugh was like a musical trill through the air as she started to ride him.

There was no gentleness to her motions, no seduction or playfulness. Muffet rode the lynx's cock hard and fast, and her eyes never left his face as he panted and strained for the orgasm and release that he was riding on the edge of -- eternally on the edge of -- without being able to fall over. Muffet's hands came forward again, and she wrapped her slender fingers around the full girth of her prick and started stroking it.

She teased him like this often -- her length, her cock... it was there, and she could touch it, could feel the pleasure of it whenever she liked. She stroked it now, and he could already see the precum glistening on the edge. Her free hand came up and cupped her small breast. She massaged it in time with the way that she pumped her prick, with the way that her legs rose and fell, lifting her up and slamming her tight asshole on his prick.

"It's so good, Cullan -- it feels so good. Do you want to know how good it feels?" Muffet's usually light voice was a shade darker, throaty; the pleasure that she felt from Cullan working in her tight ass was apparent in her tone. It was apparent in the way that her black cock was throbbing and pulsing, with precum dribbling from its slitted tip.

"I don't -- I want to know. Please," He whimpered the word out again; the tightness of her ass around his cock was almost unbearable. He could hardly breathe around the need for release, and he could hardly see around the dizzying sight of her body bouncing so sleek and beautiful atop his own, her thick prick nearly filling his vision as she continued to stroke it faster and faster in time with the bouncing of her hips.

"What was that?" Her voice was catching, hitching in her throat, and her eyes were all for him, for the desperation on his face.

"Please! Please, please, let me come, Mistress. Please! I need it -- I need it so much! Please, I--"

"Oh, yes!" Muffet's back arched, and her body rippled in pleasure. Cullan felt it when her ass started clenching tight, and he knew that she was going to orgasm a moment before it happened.

When she came, she came hard. The cum spilled out in a gush that rushed forward like liquid heat. It splashed along Cullan's chest, along his chin, and covered his face. It was salty sweet, like baked goods... and it was so hot against his visage that for a moment it felt like tears. She rode him hard and fast, her tight hole clenching around his prick and edging him to orgasm over and over again without allowing him to find that release. He could have sobbed, he could have screamed; it felt so good, but it hurt more than anything that he'd ever experienced all at once, because she slid from his frame without cutting the panties that he wore free from his body, and Cullan knew what she was going to say before she spoke.

"Maybe next time you'll come with enough money to pay my fee," Muffet giggled, her voice back to that playful taunt, her body slightly sheening with sweat from the pleasure that she's felt in riding the Lynx. More pleasure, though, seemed to come from the fact that Cullan was shuddering beneath her, his entire body writhing and begging with the words that he could hardly summon any longer for release. As he laid there, she stripped away all of the webbings that had fastened him tightly, save for what was wrapped around his hips.

That, she easily bustled back up, making sure that his balls were wrapped tight, and that he wouldn't find the orgasm that was making him nearly delirious to reach.

"Muffet... Mistress... please... please..." Her hand came up, sliding over his lips and silencing him as she grinned wickedly.

"You don't stand a chance, pet. Try again another time... I can't wait until you do," her pleasured cock slid back into its sheath, leaving her to look like the innocent arachnid that she could easily appear to be. With that, she left him there, bare and with his cock throbbing with need... and he knew that she was right.

With a Mistress like that, he'd never stood a chance.