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Muffet's Secret Ingredient For Faceless_Lord By Draconicon

"You've gotta be kidding me. There's no way that anyone's going to buy one of those."

Greg shook his head at the spider across the table, looking over the various 'wares' that she had for sale. Most of them were crawling with bugs, and those that weren't seemed to be, well, made out of them. The husky shivered as he took a step back.

"I don't know where you came from, lady, but there's certain rules here. Most people don't like bugs, and they definitely don't like them in their food."

"Ah, but there's something special about my wares, dearie. They're part of the spider bake sale, after all."

"I don't care how special they are. There's nothing good about combining spiders and food together."

"You wouldn't say that if you tasted it."

"Well, I'm not tasting stuff made by bugs."

The husky stepped away from the bakery table, still shivering a little bit at how many spiders were congregated there. It was something that you'd expect at a kindergarten table, not at a professional food presentation. Hell, he'd have accepted a couple as just getting attracted to the snacks...but dozens, hundreds of them swarming around the table? It gave the husky the willies.

Admittedly, the people in the Underground were strange enough as it was. He'd seen a pantsless wolf constantly throwing ice down the river, a skeleton that seemed able to teleport at will, and a spear-chucking, scaly lady that seemed to have endless energy for cooking and fighting, and...well, the list went on and on.

The spider lady, though, took the cake in terms of weirdness. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was plotting something when he was walking away, and Greg resolved to avoid her for the rest of his time in the Underground.

At least he was still on the right track back to the surface. There was only one way forward, and while there were still spiderwebs here and there, he felt like he was making good progress. No more monsters trying to stop him, either, which was a real plus. He was tired, and needed some time to get his breath back.

He stepped through an archway into a dark room, thankful for the shade after all the time in Hotland. Even the soft sound of skittering legs in the darkness wasn't enough to dissuade him, the husky walking ahead confidently.

"Hee-hee-hee..."

Greg froze, looking around for whoever had made the sound. Try as he might, though, there was nothing. He couldn't see anyone, couldn't see anything. After a moment's hesitation, he took another step.

"Hee-hee-hee...look at the poor sap..."

"Who's there?"

Nobody answered him, and Greg started to sweat for a whole new reason than the heat. Someone was out there, laughing at him...watching him. Wriggling his toes out of pure nervousness, he turned to keep walking -

"AH!"

And immediately tripped over his own feet as something pulled on the bottom of his sandal. He sprawled forward, hitting the ground hard. The husky groaned, shaking his head a few times as he looked over his shoulder.

Somehow, his sandal had been pulled right off of his foot. He stood up, walked back to it, and pulled it off of the ground.

Or at least, tried to. As soon as he gave it a tug, it lifted about three inches off of the ground, and then snapped back down, almost pulling him along with it. He tried again, with the same result.

"What the..."

Greg leaned forward. Now that he was closer to the floor, he could see what was happening. There was a mass of spiderwebs along the ground, thicker than anything he'd ever seen, and sticky as all hell, judging from what had happened to his shoe. He absently touched it with a finger, and immediately regretted it as he found he couldn't pull back.

"Oh no...no no no no, this isn't happening."

He pulled back harder, harder, and harder still. The web bent and stretched with his efforts, getting dragged back with his hand, but his finger wasn't coming loose from the strand. Greg squatted down, leaning back for some more leverage, but the web kept bending rather than breaking, stretching out with him.

"Come on, come on, come on!"

With one final yank, he managed to break the web. However, his shout of victory was cut off as he went tumbling head over heels - losing his other sandal somewhere in the process - down the line. He came to a quick stop, however. A quick stop aided by a bigger, stronger spiderweb.

"Oh...no..."

"Oh, yes, dearie."

The shadows parted, and standing off to the side was the same purple-skinned, multi-eyed spider girl that he had seen a few rooms back. She walked forward in her high-heeled boots, clicking to a halt right beside him and the web he was trapped in. A little shudder ran down his spine as she poured spiders out of a teapot into a teacup, and seemed to sway her hips to an unheard melody.

"Let me out of this!"

"Oh, but why should I? You've been so rude, and so mean to my spider helpers. Don't you know how hard they worked for this bake sale?"

"What's your point?! They're just spiders, aren't they?"

"Oh, that's where you're wrong, dearie. They're far more than that. They're just like you and me."

She sighed as he started struggling against the web, shaking her head.

"Oh well. If you're not going to listen to me, I might as well finish this."

He ignored her until she started leaning down. A glimmer of light reflected off of her fangs as she leaned in, and the husky's heart leaped into his throat.

"No, no, don't do it! I swear, I'll - ah!"

She bit him, and immediately he felt...drowsy. Tired. His eyes fluttered, rolling back in his skull. All the fight went out of his muscles, and despite his struggles, his eyes started closing. The last thing he saw before sleep claimed him were a hundred, thousand spiders coming down from the wall and sweeping over his body.

"Wakey wakey, dearie. It's time for you to pay your dues."

The husky groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, shaking his head a few times. He felt...dizzy, for lack of a better word, and not in a good way. His head felt heavy, and he swore that things weren't the right way up. But how was that possible? He was tied to the wall, and there was no way that girl was strong enough to tie him any way but -

She stepped into view, and he realized he really was upside down. More than that, he realized that his clothes were gone, as were all the things that he'd picked up during his time in the Underground. All the items, all the things that might have been bartered away for a chance to leave; gone. The spider girl stepped forward, tapping her fingers along his belly towards -

He hissed in pleasure as her fingers found his crotch, wrapping around his cock. It was the only thing that was immediately outside of the bindings other than his face, and he blushed as she started stroking it, teasing it. It went from soft to hard in seconds, considering how long it had been since he'd touched his member, but she pulled her hand back before it could go any further than simple excitement. He groaned in disappointment at that, and she giggled.

"Oh, don't look so sad. You'll get a really good one, later."

She walked to the side, and his eyes followed her almost out of instinct. To his surprise, she had a table in the room, and...an oven? That was even more surprising, particularly as she pulled a pan of cookies out from it. Humming, she walked back to the table and set it down, waving one of her many hands over it to make it cool.

"What...what are you doing? Why am I here?"

"Why, don't you know? I don't let anyone get away with being stingy, and being insulting only made it worse for you, I fear."

She sat down on the edge of her table, crossing her legs as she looked at him. It was a singularly bizarre experience, being upside down and being stared at by a spider.

"I have so many things that I have to pay for, dearie. The spiders that help me, the homes that they have, my booth in Hotland; I have to cut costs somewhere if I want to actually get any money for them. And I do that with my ingredients."

"You...Are you going to put...me in the cookies?"

"Oh, no, no, dearie. That wouldn't do at all. After all, you're big, but you'd only last for so long."

She chuckled, and he shivered as he saw some of her spider helpers start coming down the walls, working their way across the room to where he hung. He squirmed as they started crawling up the wall under him, turning his head this way and that, but they ignored him. The little tickles of hundreds of legs almost made him giggle. Almost. He was too scared for that right at the moment.

"But you can help with something else, puppy."

"A-and what's that?"

"You see, monsters love my cookies, but that's because they're made with something very, very special. Every time that there's an outsider, someone from above the barrier, I try and find them. Not for their soul, of course; I don't want it, and nobody would want to buy it from me except for the king. And if the king got it, then the barrier would come down, and my monopoly would be gone.

"No, I want something more...interesting."

The sheer number of spiders heading for his crotch, wiggling their little legs around his erect shaft and running over his sac, was sign enough for him. He blushed as two of them almost seemed to dance along the head of his cock, at once tickling and teasing him.

"You...you just want..."

"Your seed, yes, dearie. But not just a bit of it."

She walked over to him again. Once she was close, she reached up, and this time, he looked up to watch. Seeing that all of his bindings were spider-webs, he shuddered again, though it was a shorter one. Mostly because some of the spiders were crawling up his legs, tickling behind his knees, and getting closer and closer to -

"AH hahahaha!"

He screamed in a giggle as Muffet dragged her needle-like fingers over his soles, the simple touch enough to set him laughing like mad. Worse, his cock jumped, flinging spiders off of it like rocks off of a catapult. The husky squirmed in his bindings, his feet bouncing and flicking around to try and dislodge her fingers, but it was a useless attempt. They just kept coming back, and just kept tickling him.

"My my my. Look at you, getting harder and harder. I wonder, if I do this..."

She suddenly jammed her fingers into the arch of his foot, both poking it and tormenting it with rapid wiggles at the same time. Greg arched his back, bouncing between the rock wall and the spiderweb bondage as he tried to pull his feet away, but it was no use. Tickling fingers went up and down his arches, the points of her narrow fingers digging into his soles constantly, adding that tiny bit of pain to the constant tickles, poking and stroking and wiggling constantly.

Worse, he could feel the spiders gathered around his ankles. It was like an army had arrived there, all waiting for their turn to do what their mistress instructed.

Muffet kept tickling him, dragging her fingers up to his toes and then down to his heels, for almost five minutes before she seemed to get tired. She pulled her hands away, and he gasped and panted for breath. His cock bobbed up and down, dripping on his face from the tickling, and he blushed as she grabbed it.

"Oh, dear. We can't have you dripping out so much of my best ingredient. Boys, tie this thing up!"

A dozen spiders crawled over his sac - tickling all the way - before they reached his cock. He felt something pushing against the base of his shaft, and he wiggled his head around, arching his back and craning his neck to try and see.

By the time that he could get a good look, half of the work was already done. The husky stared at the gray-silver threads that were being spun around the base of his cock, running further and further around it and getting thicker and thicker. It was softer and smoother than any metal that might have gone down there, yes, but he could feel it getting tighter and tighter with each successive lap around his cock.

Within a minute or two, his cock was harder than it had ever been, starting to look darker as well with all the blood trapped in it. He groaned, the slightest bit of air feeling like a lick along his shaft.

"Please...don't...I can't take this..."

"Oh, they all say that, dearie. Now, do be good to my spiders. I'll let them work you over, and I'll be back in a day or two to make sure that you're nice and pent up."

"A day or two?! NO! Come back here! You can't do thi-hi-hi-hahahahahaha!"

His protests died, breaking off into a horrible, high pitched laugh as the spiders started tickling his feet, almost like they were dancing back and forth along his soles. Dozens of little legs were wiggling along his arches, and he swore even more were poking between his toes, wiggling their little legs against the sensitive spots between them.

The husky bounced against the walls, trying to hold back from giggling, but it was too much. The spiders were driving him mad, and he'd barely been pinned for fifteen minutes. He could feel them spinning more webs, pulling his toes apart, attaching them to the wall, keeping his feet from moving around. Others were spinning webs to attach the head of his cock to his legs with long strands, keeping his cock pointing straight ahead, at a 90 degree angle from the wall, making it so he could watch it twitch and dance.

He shuddered, but only for a second. That was all the spiders gave him before they started tickling him again.

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Greg wasn't sure if it was one day or two by the time that the spider girl came back. Muffet, he supposed; that was the name that was on everything around here, so it made sense for that to be her name. As much as anything made sense in the Underground.

The husky was a wreck of his former self, his eyes rolled back in his skull and his cock feeling like it was on a perpetual trigger to climax. The only things stopping it were the cock ring on the base of his shaft and the fact that the constant tickling was not quite enough to take him over the edge. It was so close - so torturingly close - but it wasn't enough.

He'd been on the edge of orgasm for the last twelve hours straight, as far as he could tell, and his voice was almost gone from all the laughing. He wheezed and gasped as the spider girl walked over to him, and he didn't have anything to say when she knelt down by his face. She chuckled at him, shaking her head before standing up.

"Oh, dearie, you are doing so well. You'll feed so many different monsters, and with my bakery having fresh seed again, we'll be selling like hotcakes. Now, let's see how you're doing."

She held a bowl in one hand, and his balls in the other. His breath caught in his throat, his cock throbbing and twitching, bouncing in the webbed restraints at that simple touch. His feet were reddened from the constant scritch-scratch tickles that the spiders had put them through, and his balls -

"Mmmm, so fat and round...they look like they're almost ready to explode. Okay, dearie, let's take care of these. No need for you to suffer anymore."

The flash of a knife was enough to break through his lust, but only for a moment. It cut through the web strands on the base of his cock, and the sudden flood of sensation through his shaft - and the resurgence of tickles along his soles - was enough to put him over the edge immediately.

Greg barely managed a weak howl as his cock felt like it was exploding, shooting thick rope after rope of cum into the spider girl's bowl. The dozens - no, hundreds, surely - of spider legs on his feet milked him as surely as a hand on his cock would have, tickling his toes, his arches, and the balls of his feet constantly. Muffet giggled under his howls, lifting her bowl overhead to keep from getting splashed by his load.

"Oh, my. Such a big load, dearie. Were you holding back on me? Do you always do this?"

He nodded before he could stop himself. Usually, he relieved himself much more, but if he was limited to only one load a day, it was a huge one. Not usually this big, though, unless someone was putting him through hell. Like her.

Not that he was thinking of that right then. He kept shooting and shooting, his balls feeling like they were slowly shriveling up from the continued orgasm. The husky bucked his hips weakly, thrusting the head of his cock against empty air, and his toes tried to curl. Failed, of course, as they were tied back by more webbing, but it was a sign of how desperate he was.

Eventually, his orgasm tapered off, with the last bit of his seed scraped off of his cock head by the spider girl. She tapped it against the bowl a few times, even stroked her finger along the underside of his shaft to purge the rest of it, despite a moan of protest from him, and then squatted down by his head.

"Dearie, you did so good. See? Look how much you made for me."

Greg could do nothing but look in the bowl. It had to be at least a cup of cum, if not more; he had no idea that he could produce that much. His balls ached, though, and his cock felt like it had been pulled through a meat grinder from how sore and sensitive it was.

Still giggling, Muffet stood up, nodding at the spiders. He felt them skitter down his legs to his cock, and he gasped as he felt them start to wrap it up in another cock ring.

"Wait! Wait! You said you just wanted -"

"Oh, I do. And I want more and more of it, dearie. With you producing this much, I'll be working overtime to get it all used up...so why not have you around, working just as hard as me, producing more?"

She giggled, taking her bowl to the mixing table and getting to work. Any protest that Greg had was immediately drowned out by new giggles as the spiders went back to their synchronized dance along his feet, with others doing a more improvised dance along his twitching cock. Line after line of spiders, all of them finding new places to tease and tickle and taunt him.

He squirmed and laughed, tears already starting to run down his face from how much his throat hurt, how much his lungs ached, how much his cock burned from having more stimulation already. But there was nothing he could do about it. The spiders had all the control, and he was nothing more than a 'cow' to be milked.

"Oh, dearie, you do seem to love this. Maybe some of the bigger ones can give those toes some nice bites, as well..."

And he hated how much his cock jumped as she said that, already dreading how that would feel...and how much he might end up liking it.

The End