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She cursed as the glowing hot stone seared her shell. Hornet scrambled off the dim rocks, wondering miserably how the bronze-clad miners survived in such an inhospitable environment. Dusting herself off, she dashed through the molten halls of the Deep Docks. Her new skill granted by one of her kin had allowed her to nimbly dash across the hot coals, faster than she could be burnt. She wiped her mask with a damp sleeve, her cloak clinging to her skin like a wet napkin.
Why was it so damned hot???
Irritation nagged at the back of her mind. The buckets of sweat were dripping into her eyes while her cloak adhered and pulled at her skin. Wyrm, she wished she could take it off. Unfortunately, she'd have no place to put it, and lord knows she'd need it when she gets out of these boiling caverns. With a frustrated growl, she slammed her fist into the bronze wall, denting the soft metal with the blow and whipping her hand away before the treacherous heat could mark yet another part of her shell. She had to get out of here.
Trudging onward, she entered a large room with a large platform in the middle. A moat of lava surrounded the platform, while a statue of the citadel's strange symbol loomed in the background. Deftly leaping over the pit, she was halted by childlike laughter.
"So this is the weaver mother is so obsessed with."
Her gaze turned to a figure in the roof of the chamber. Hopping down, the figure revealed herself to be a slim, silken bug, wielding a pin. The bug addressed her with glee and condescension, barely masking an edge of frustration.
"How sad. A little spider has fallen from its cage. So lost. So weak. Poor little morsel."
"I can save you, little spider. All the trouble you'd face above. All the suffering. It's so simple."
The bugs barely masked fury slips through
"I'll just skewer you here and now. Pluck that flickering life right out of you."
Hornet wasn't in the mood for this strange bugs' threats. With an edge of irritation of her own, she shot back.
"Your threats are worthless, child. If you are my foe, stay your voice and raise your blade."
Lace was delighted at her words. She was going to enjoy this.
"Delicious! I like you already!"
With that, both warriors leapt back and engaged in a duel.
The silken bug lunged at Hornet, aiming to skewer her before the huntress sidestepped the strike. She in turn slashed at the bug, her foe barely able to dodge away in time, earning a small slice along her cheek. With Lace unbalanced, Hornet took the offensive, slashing and stinging where Lace's pin couldn't defend her. With her foe off center, the huntress broke her guard, ready to end the silken bug's life there and then. Before the fatal blow could land, her foe brought her pin up to catch hornet's needle, biting the blade with her own and forcing the huntress off balance, earning her a slash from her shoulder to her hip.
Staggered, hornet leaped back, using her silk to repair the weeping wound along her torso. The soul-infused thread knit along the slice in her skin, sewing her parted shell back together. A thin slice cut along her cloak, causing the garment to open in the middle and reveal her taxed form. She narrowed her gaze at her opponent, circling the outside of the platform before reengaging. The duelist launched into the sky, closing the distance in an aerial strike eerily similar to her own. Their blades collided as Hornet parried the incoming blow, returning them to close combat once more. The huntress made a broad horizontal swing, lace bending backwards to avoid it, before dodging to the side to avoid the incoming vertical swing. She attempted to catch hornet in a blind spot, aiming for her hip. The huntress's blade barely managed to parry the strike, her grip on the blade loosening from the awkward angle. With one final well-timed swing, the silken bug managed to disarm her, knocking her needle away to the edge of the platform.
On the defensive now, Hornet resorts to swift dodges to avoid the flurry of slashes and thrusts Lace dishes out. Duck. Sidestep. Distract. Each strike of Lace was just barely avoided. With clever manipulation of her cloak, she hid her form from her opponent as she got low and stored power in every muscle in her body. Springing off the ground she struck Lace hard against her jaw, dazing her and knocking her off balance. The huntress then swept her leg, knocking the bug to the ground. Before her opponent could recover she ran to the edge of the platform and retrieved her blade, rotating on a dime to witness her foe rising from the ground, an irritated glare flashing as she nursed her jaw. This time Hornet closes the distance, preparing a dash attack. At the last moment, Lace deflected her strike, giving the huntress a half-second to sidestep a lethal thrust. Neither of them spoke, both opponents lost in the song of steel clashing as hateful glares dug into each other. Both figures were finely tuned warriors, primed to kill. Each muscle in their bodies knew no fatigue despite the heat and the length of the battle. The only thing on their minds, was survival. Hornet leapt into the air, flinging razor-sharp darts at Lace before diving in to accompany them. Lace deflected most, but the final dart found its mark in her non-dominant shoulder, a puff of shorn silk flying from the wound. She grimaced as the blade dug into her flesh, before catching the weight of the huntress and throwing her back.
She briefly nursed her shoulder as her opponent flew back and prepared to resume her assault. Ripping the dart from her body, she just barely reacted to the huntress's next strike, each weak block and unsteady dodge brought her closer to the edge of the platform. Finally, a swift parry, catching her opponent's needle before swiping along her stomach, missing her by a hair's breadth. Hornet leapt into the air, disengaging from close quarters to avoid the strike as both combatants caught their breath.
Drawing from her limited silk, Hornet imbued it within her weapon. With one mighty thrust, she threw her spear at her opponent, the blow catching the wounded bug and sending her off balance. Before she could react the huntress closed the distance, looking her in the eye for the last time before crashing into her, sending the silken bug into the molten lake. She didn't care to watch the ensuing immolation, the screams said enough.
Letting out a shuddering sigh of relief, she clattered to the ground. Her muscles screamed with exhaustion, and now that the adrenaline was leaving her system, she had no choice but to listen. Lying her needle down she fell to her knees, retrieving her breath after the brutal encounter. Letting her breathing slow, she was barely able to react to the wind whipping around her. The silken bug had fled from the lake, letting a myriad of slashes slice through the sky before smashing down to the bronze platform, causing the metal to buckle and sparks to fly. Hornet scrambled to collect her weapon as Lace met her with a newfound fury. Meeting her clumsy opponent with blinding speed, Lace laid on a brutal offensive. Each strike was faster, stronger, and more precise as her movements were powered by pure rage. Hornet on the other hand was experiencing the opposite. She was at her limit, each block was less and less firm, each dodge more and more unsteady, until she was back onto the edge of the platform. With one final strike to her blade, Hornet was knocked to the ground, only to be met by a swift CRACK as Lace delivered a brutal kick to her head. Dazed, she was helpless as she was shoved to the ground and her needle hand was stomped on, forcing her to release her weapon. With a decisive kick, Lace propelled the weapon into the lava, making it impossible to retrieve. With a strength her small form betrays, lace hauled hornet off the ground and held her with one arm to her feet by the hem of her cloak. Slowly pushing her back, she forced Hornet to hang off the edge over the lava below. The silken dualist scanned the fear in Hornet's eyes as her hands grasped her arm. Finally.
"Finally. Now wasn't that fun?"
Hornet stared in horror as Lace's scorched skin began to knit itself back together, the blackened surface gradually healing to the white it was previously.
"I can see why my mother is so interested in you, you truly put up a fight."
"Unfortunately for you, my mother and I have a bit of a tense relationship at the moment, and her obsession with you has gotten quite... irritating."
Lace growled as she held the source of her frustration over a pit of fiery agony. It would be so easy to drop the weaver into the liquid heat and be done with it, and yet...
She spied the huntresses heaving chest within the cut of her cloak. Her toned, muscular body clung to her in a desperate bid for survival despite its exhaustion, while her cloak clung to her every curve and dip.
Oh yes. This would be a much better idea.
She tossed her opponent's exhausted form into the middle of the platform with a heavy thud. With a sharp tug, her damaged cloak is torn from her body, revealing everything to her opponent. Swishing her pin through the air like a maestro, invisible lines of silk wrap around her prey, binding her to the floor. Her arms were tied to her sides, while her legs were spread just far enough to be uncomfortable.
She marvels at her writhing quarry, desperate to twist away from her vulnerability. Every curve and dip, every taught muscle and quivering breath.
She'd take her time with her
She descended upon the helpless hunter, a hand slowly, teasingly sliding across her skin. Up her thigh, over her hipbone, caressing her smooth hip, before wrapping around her breast and plucking her nipple. Hornet grit her teeth as the "gentle" touch of her tormentor raked along her skin. Why was she doing this? To torment her before her death? Is this a sick game? Lace's hand descended now, trailing down the center of her torso, dragging across her navel, before creeping down to her sex.
"Wh-what are you...?!!"
She had to clamp her teeth down onto her tongue to prevent a traitorous gasp from leaving her throat. The soft, silky smooth pad of Lace's finger gently traces over the huntress's clit, gently stimulating the bundle of nerves. Her touch was skilled, teasing her expertly, only giving her just enough to need more. Hornet grit her fangs hard enough to break them, desperate not to allow needy whimpers and desperate moans to leak from her throat as she was skillfully teased with a single fingertip. Suddenly, her touch stalled, forcing her captive to feel the lost pleasure before moving down. Her silken digit traced down to the bottom of her entrance, gathering plenty of slick along the way. She began teasing the silk-bound spider, gently inserting a fingertip, then withdrawing it. Her movements were slow, almost careful, measured so her captive would only feel the most torturous pleasure. She stared at hornets face smugly, the huntress's glare unwavering. Glare or not, however, she could clearly see every muscle in her body was trembling, desperate for more.
"Mmh~ good~. I like my playthings to last~"
Lace rose from her captive, creeping between the spider's thighs before suddenly feasting upon her entrance. Fireworks went off behind her eyes as Hornet was suddenly forced to endure an impossible amount of pleasure. It had been so long since she had relieved herself, and her captors' skilled tounge brought her to the edge immediately. The taste of blood filled her mouth as she clamped her fangs on her tounge to mute the traitorous whimpers and moans of desperation brewing in her throat. Her efforts were in vain as her captor stilled for a moment, before suddenly inserting her tongue into her entrance. A deep, shuddering gasp broke from her as the unexpected pleasure rose to new heights. She was so, unbelievably close to climax, it was almost impossible to hide her frustration as Lace withdrew save for a loud growl.
"Ah~ so desperate~! Unfortunately for you, I don't reward disobedience. If you want a reward... you'll have to earn it~"
Rising to her feet, the silken dualist knelt over her prey's face, suffocating her with her entrance. She shifted back and forth, grinding her pussy against Hornet's face. Despite the gnawing exhaustion, desperation, and frustration, the hunteresses' pride won out, and she made no move to comply with Lace's demands, much to her irritation.
"Hm. It seems that while I may have broken you physically, your pride remains stubbornly intact..."
She rose from her desperate captive.
"How about this, I'm not going to grant you relief until you call me "mistress", understood~?"
Once again, the spider remained silent. Lace struck her across her face, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at her.
"Am I understood, spider?"
"Go to hell."
Lace glared at her quarry. She was almost considering killing her and being done with it, but she saw the cracks in her facade. Her revenge would be carried out, she'd make sure of it. Hours passed. Endless teasing and torment grinding away at her exhausted body. The huntresses' form went limp, unable to fight her bonds or the eternal stimulation. More and more whimpers left her form as lace devoured her with passion before denying her with equal amounts of cruelty. Her clit throbbed from the constant touching, her tunnel desperate to be filled. She could feel herself slipping under the endless torture, pride yielding to her primal needs. She'd do anything for this to stop, anything for the promised ecstasy to finally greet her.
"...p-please-"
The silken bug ceased her efforts, overjoyed at finally getting what she wanted.
"Please... what~?"
"End... this... please-"
Lace punctuated each word with a stroke of her finger.
"Say. It."
"..."
"Hmm~?"
"Please... Mistress"
"Good pet~"
Fireworks exploded behind her eyes as the stimulation returned, getting closer and closer to the edge, dreading the certain deprivation. Her whimpers and moans transformed into screams and howls of ecstasy as she was finally able to orgasm. Her hips bucked against her face, each muscle tensing and fighting her bonds with renewed energy, her body trembling as waves of bliss crashed over her. She trembled and writhed, irritating the filed-down grooves in her shell from the tight threads.
"Oh~! Mistress~!! Mmh~!"
Music to her ears. The sounds of depravity from her once proud quarry filled Lace with glee. She continued to work her through her climax, ensuring that this would be the best orgasm of her life, ensuring that her mind and body associated submission with pleasure. Each word of submission, each moan of bliss, each cry to her mistress was eagerly rewarded.
"Ah~! Mistress~!!! Fuck~! More~ please~!"
Finally, after a solid minute of ecstasy, her body fell limp, all energy leaving her sore muscles. Soon, sleep followed. It was only then that her spent form was cut from her bonds.
She awoke to a chill. Her weak body shivered as the intense heat of the docks was replaced by frigid brickwork, her naked body quickly absorbing the cold. Her arms were tied behind her back, and her ankles were bound together. She tried to get her bearings, but there was a blindfold obscuring her vision. What she wanted more than freedom however, was more pleasure. Weeks of training have conditioned her to crave her captor more than food or heat. She rubbed her thighs together pitifully, desperate for more of her mistress's touch. She flinched when the iron-barred door of her cell opened, her mistress delighted at the sight in front of her. It was time.
Lace climbed up the path of the cradle, her quarry in tow. Slowly, gleefully, they made their way to the top. As Lace reached the divine cocoon of her mother, she called out.
"Oh mother~! I've caught the little spider you've requested~!"
She tugged on the leash, dragging her pet clumsily onwards. Blindfolded, gagged, forced onto all fours, and fixed with a collar around her neck. Hornet loved every second of it. Lace paraded the once proud daughter of Hallownest, the huntress princess, the silk-blessed demigod, in front of the sleeping form of her mother. All the while, Hornet did everything she could to please her mistress.
Bound and broken, just as Lace preferred it.