Made Useful [END]

...As nice as it would be to have, little is given to you now, as not even your eyes get to be dawned with the simple gift of vision. The world for you is nothing but a dark, blurry veil; too opaque to make out any useful detail. Only occasional shadows or a silhouette wafts your concealed eyes, as they dart about tiredly from stirring slowly awake. Shadowed, you can at least tell it's some sticky pale fabric or...string. Silk. Spider silk. That familiar texture embarks a memory to the last thing you can remember. Sweat...a creepy workshop room...the color of navy. Hints to your time before steadily come back, but a better use of your time goes to your hand, in which you go to pull off whatever's stuck to your face. Except, you can't move your hand. It was bound up and away from you, as with your other one, along with your legs too even...

With how much of silken thread is currently raveled to your head, it was an impossibility to pry off yourself, let alone anything else. You feel your back is glued to the same webbing surface you felt at your chest once before. Wrists, ankles, waist; your figure has several loops of silk tethered around you to the web you lay against, like a ramped hammock that you're tied to. Any attempt to simply arch your back is denied by the sticky nature of your new bed, forcing you to sag back into it with a brief jostle of the entire web itself. "R-Rrffhf..." You attempt to speak, but lo and behold, a gag of the silken tool is wrapped around your mouth. Every action you wanted to take is refuted by this wet rope.

At least you could breathe, leaving your nose to flare and huff in place. Oxygen returns to your brain which helps to wake up more consciously. Memory-tracing leads you to recall men other than yourself to be somewhere, who had also been trapped. Instead of cutting them down, you...indulged yourself with them. Why you acted on such a random thought perplexes you, but its aftermath becomes certainly clear. Muffled groans next to you sound like other males like yourself, and a female voice speaks above the rest, "Oh, looks like this one's finally waking up from his nap too~"

You remember her tone. You recall it berating you as you swallowed the cock of a Machoke... Valentina. A woman you have yet to even see, but her presence makes itself known with the striding steps of her exoskeletal legs.

"And you say you found him fornicating with the other catches?" A deeper but also female tone speaks aside from the supposed spider. This voice takes you a moment to consider, but you remember it well enough when it was berating Razz specifically. It was the Scolipede warden, Talia. The long crests of stallion's head make it apparent enough in your opaque vision that she was staring down at you, even with your raised position. She was massive compared to the likes of you and even Razz; where the Beedrill right now in all of this, you didn't know. Perhaps he'd come in and rescue you, but a sickening feeling hits your throat as you recall your time limit from before.

Jackal. Gold. Were they okay? Or did her Royal Majesty already ring the dinner bell for them?

A hand cupping your face jerks your head without remorse, uncaring of how tight a grip it was as your cheeks squish powerfully in. Talia examines your face, seeing the blush you didn't even know was burning there. "...Tch. How he escaped his confines, I do not know, but I'm beginning to draw a theory."

"Do you believe he recognizes or knows these men?" The woman you had no picture to the voice of speaks out, "Former partners perhaps?"

The hand squeezes a bit more tightly before spilling away, sated with recognition. You can hear the disgust and annoyance in the Scolipede's words. "It matters not. He is captured like the others. Though if he's escaped once before, perhaps it's best not to present him to the Queen after all. I will not have her placed in any kind of danger should he pull another trick."

"My dear Warden, I can fix that...~" Valentina murmurs. "Adjusting men to our benefit is my specialty. I'll have him ruined and begging to feed our great Majesty."

There's a silent mulling for a moment, concerning you that this was even an option. You didn't like the idea of feeding anyone, but some tyrant that was likely lounging with your companions to her ass-fat? It stirs a vigorous tremble out of your limbs to try and shake free, but the web holds true. No amount of dick flavor could be worth it for this. "Ff-frrh...rhhf..." You growls out in your gag-piece, only for a sudden crack to sound out in the room, followed by a harsh sting of a swat to ripple your flank. A high whine exits your throat that you didn't think you were capable off, tensing up and ensuring you don't repeat the action that caused such a thing.

Something twirls the air like a long loop as Valentina chuckles, "...As evident here. Give me a day, and he'll be a helpless dessert by the night. I'll whip this vile male into proper shape~" The trapsmith swirls her whip in place, letting the mere sound of its length dare you to make another move.

"...Very well. He's under your custody now, Valentina." The Scolipede seals your fate before beginning to trudge away; the weight of her hooved clops all too apparent from how voluptuous you recall such a beast. Her ass blindly bobs without your knowing, while her eyes leer to the Ariados woman now in charge, "But if I find out another mishap with this prisoner, it will be your head I serve like the cherry to his top."

"Quite true to your word, aren't you~? Something I would never betray, Warden Talia. The dog will suffer you no more ills; on this I promise~" Valentina muses before readying another swing of her whip, spanking your other thigh with a loud lash, narrowly missing your exposed genitals. You shake your knees violently from the swat, seething through only your nose. You didn't want to be left alone with this woman, but you hear the heavy Scolipede already make her exit, leaving you in whatever one-on-one session with this spider. Sure, you could hear the groans of the three other men around you, but you doubt they had the ability granting any aid. They were likely still left in their drunken stupor, all unfamiliar or caring to your punishment. Would they even remember you working them off at all?

You try to turn your head to either side of you with the hope that, in some means of motion or noise, you draw their attention. Drool soaks in your gag bindings and your displeasures are decreed through it, albeit incredibly muffledly. No other voice appears to grunt in response, and your head is guided by a woman's finger to naturally point forward again, as if to face the music you started. Valentina courses her spindling fingers along your jawline, having to clean your wet muzzle with the strokes of her thumbs.

"How unbecoming. Hoping these men can do a damn thing for you~? Unfortunately, mutt, they're long-gone thanks in part to my expert care. I've rehabilitated them." She sings the word as though she's done a great deed, something to boast to her enemies, or have engraved on a plaque. You feel her leaning in, physically noted by the sudden bosom resting itself against your chest. Her breasts squish out, and the hand helps keep you making blind eye-contact with her. The darkness denies you in getting to see her bright lavender eyes gleaming with pride, or the red tits flattening out your yellow chest-fur. She breathes in joy to tell you of her work, as if it was a well-kept secret of this hive, "Their silly little male brains don't have to think anymore, I've freed them from their confines. No longer do they have to have useless things, such as thoughts or wants. As long as they breathe and can orgasm, there's no need for them to do much of anything else, wouldn't you agree, boy~?"

A nervous tingle rolls down the length of your spine, and it ignites a worried tensing of your limbs. In spite of your efforts, your muscle cannot break the sticky shackles without any lift. "Gh-Ghrf..." Is all you utter, perhaps not in an answer for her, but a concerned noise of fear.

She accepts it as an answer all the same. "Want to know how I do such? I'm glad to hear I've peaked your curiosity." Valentina suddenly leans off and away from you, but not before having a hand run down your chest and stomach, running her fingertips off just as she gets to your sheath. The gesture grants another muted noise from your throat, and all the while after she collects something in a rummage. "Ah, here we are. My special concoction for runabout boys."

Whatever it was, you didn't want it, but receive the gift you shall, as your neckline meets a sudden sharp point. It's at least incredibly brief, but in a little prick, you find your own prick sudden twitching. "Mm-mhlph?" Another sting pokes the other side of your neck. Another at you wrist. The other. Your pecs. All of sudden, you're made to endure multiple of these prods that have these parts of you dwindling into numbness. You felt...heavier now, as with time your body sags more into its ensnarement. The only thing truly surging with activity...was your throbbing erection. The knotted mass flexes up tall and proud, akin to the Machoke and Jolteon blindly at your sides. Becoming one of them, you find your bare body to shudder at the very air tickling your member as it hotly stews in place, flexing with anger, pre'ing already with excitement. The silken muzzle locking up your voice makes for at least a good bite block, with your teeth digging in firmly during the process.

The world was getting...hot despite the cool workshop air. Beads of sweat trickle from your head as your face burns far more red. Even when you feel a brief draft of a breeze, you simply cook from the inside, burning outwards to stew the blood in your cock. "Fffhh...rrhfhff...mrrgh..." Fuck. It doesn't hurt, but it was extremely uncomfortable. You needed to get off. You needed to cum. Badly. Right now. Any time that wasn't now was ****. Evidence of this frustration string out from your dick, helping to glaze the woman's hand now reaching to grasp it.

You cringe in wild relief once her fingers finally take your desire. The penis palpitates firmly in place, ready and willing to suffer whatever ordeal her hand wants to put it through. It makes the spider woman laugh. "...Isn't it interesting that you can control men with this thing? High and mighty they may act, but grip him by one of these..." She squeezes your meat, forcing the whole thing to strand out a thick rope of pre that your balls suffer out. The relief of ejecting anything out felt heavenly; you desire it a second time. "...And he's putty in your fingers~"

As much as you'd like to refute her, and question just what the hell men have done in her life to have such a cruel fixation on your ****, you relish an unrelenting moan in your gag. Because fuck, it felt like the greatest touch you've ever felt before. A simple grab of your junk, you wouldn't indulge the feeling on such a perverse gesture, at least not at first. But here, bound and burning in your own body heat...you needed her. You desired any form of relief, even if it was from this witch.

"You cost me a minimum of three orgasms from these fellow men, Lucario." Valentina reminds of your actions as her hand gently trails upward, not attaining a real grip, but merely stroking slowly at your inches to keep your cock eager for the real thing. Your body shivers, awaiting the end of her speech in hopes that she'll spend more time pumping you off instead. "They were intended for the Breeding Halls, worked up, edged to almost finishing, and left to build up proper loads for our hive. But then you had to go and waste them. You've soiled their potency with your disgusting hands. So you have incurred quite a debt, haven't you? And I plan to be paid back in full, and then some. I've injected you with three times the potency I'd normally need in quick succession. So in terms even your moronic male brain can understand, you owe me."

She works your penis in a sudden honking squeeze now, groping your shaft that stresses your maw from being able to open any wider. Your head twists about, cringing your fingers into awkward fists, and shuddering your hindpaws. Her gropes stop you from squirting anything, causing a build-up to well within you. Your own heavy balls **** you. They wouldn't cease their production.

"RrRr-RRfffhh! Rr-rmmgh!" No one would hear your pleas. Not even your fellow men. Try as you might, you want to focus on something else, anything other than the rousing pressure you suffer. But...nothing comes to mind. Not your mission, not your lost companions, and not even the Beedrill that helped you escape. Your head is but a blank space for anything that could be called a memory. You...at least have a name, right? It perplexes you. What happened to that thing? Surely you could remember your own name, at least even through all of this sweltering heat. You could swear it at lease started with the letter L...

"Pay attention, mutt!" She announces her voice like a crack of her whip. Her thumb stressfully mashes up underneath the crown of your cock, causing you to surge another stiff flex. "Never have I met such an untrained dog, but I see now you'll need a few more pricks. Close as it may be to giving you a heart attack, by the grace of Her Majesty, I will keep you alive. But any semblance of a life will be gone for you. I hope the cock was worth it, Lucario. Your defiling genitals will be the last thing you can ever think about~"

That didn't sound good at all. Even now, you were forgetting about the very event that put you into this place. Something about men's cocks got you here? You can't recall. But it reminds you of your own, and how desperately you wanted it to be finished off.

You make it jump in her head, huffing from your nose loudly, staring down at where it may be. Valentina relishes at your breaking mind, and suddenly spills her hand away. All of a sudden, you feel cooler wet strings suddenly trickle around at your member with the spider woman unspooling out threads and softly collecting the thin lines to dance around your dick. It felt nice, if not more teasing. You'd prefer her hand. It could dispense this molten heat inside of you.

But her hand simply curls back, and you feel a vicer grip than anything her fingers could ever manage. The looped strands snag together, forming a strong silken white rope that rings around underneath your knot. The bulbous hilt is compacted together, denying even a bead of pre-nut to escape now. All of the pre leftover in your cock squirts a line onto her face, to which she chuckles evilly, "...So disgusting. But that will be the last you ever earn, dog~"

It couldn't be. The last you'll ever get to shoot? Surely she had to be joking, perhaps just teasing you. But the fear and anxiety builds to leave you shaking, attempting to jump your cock in flexes in hopes to break the cockring she's lasso'd you in. Her words hold true, as the buildup of spunk is denied any exit, leaving you to sweat even heavier. "Nn-nnhmh...mmhnhm...?!"

Your heart pounds desperately at your ribcage like prison bars, yearning for escape that it'll never have. You just want to cum. It's only an orgasm. Is that too much to ask for?

When dealing with Valentina, it is, as the spider mocks you in your place. Her chest lays against you again, but this time, you feel her supple red breasts collect your dick into tucking between them, fitting its underside to ride in at her cleavage as she even helps it inside. Her fingers sandwich the tits together, squashing the meat to quiver in place, trapped more than it ever was before. "...To think the Queen may dine on you. I see it as a waste. For you may actually enjoy it when the time comes." The spider muses, and all the while, her hands roll the orbs around. "Oh, should I not say that word? Come?"

It sounded like a demand for your shattering mind, as you try to buck into her red girls and fire off there and then. But...nothing. The stress just compounds all the more, leaving you wanting to scream in misery. Valentina accentuates this by bouncing her chest in place, having a bob to her body and pumping you into her smooth bosom. It makes your heart want to explode.

"H-hghgghff...ffhfhf..." You had to think of anything now. Just one thing. Anything other than cumming...cumming...cum...cum...cum...cum...

Cum...

Cum...

Cu-

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...Talia's eyes narrow as she stares to the recent prize of the Hive. "He is fully placated?"

"As promised~" Valentina revels in her work as she takes out a knife, and begins to saw it through some of the spider web's strands. On her wall, only a Lucario was left. The three others that used to suffer with the canine were long gone, likely laying back and being used in the Breeding Halls, or simply used as the stockpile of food for the Hive's royal hunger. The Lucario had a special fate intended though, with the Warden watching as the limp dog is freed from his bindings to simply thud to the floor on his knees, barely able to keep himself upright. His head lulls about like a zombie, leaving the spider to grasp his noggin and undo the blindfold.

In a grant of light for the first time, the Lucario's eyes do not react to it. His first glimpse of the world after an entire day of darkness, and the irises just go lax underneath his drooping eyelids. Worse than a drunk, his mouth hangs open after the gag is pried off, leaving a mess of saliva to spill out. Valentina tosses the disgusting bindings away and snaps her fingers around at his eyes and ears. No reaction. No tilt or turn. Just a drooling, huffing mutt...with a cock surging at his lap for any kind of attention. It would be for attention he wouldn't even seek, but merely expects at some point. Waiting. Eternally waiting. For that one day something can get his rocks off.

"He is yours to have, Warden Talia. Besides breathing, or anything you have to forcefeed him to swallow, there's only one act he's capable of now." Valentina murmurs, lifting a hind to run her two claw digits up the length of his member, causing it to surge and merely imitate a shot of pre. The cockring snugly holds back the dog's release like a proper dam.

"...Excellent work as always then, Trapsmith Valentina." The Scolipede, simply sated, answers the spider before scooping up the stupefied Lucario. In a sling over her shoulder, the husk that used to be a man just lays as dead weight. "I will take it to the Queen for a final sentencing. She will deem what is necessary for such an animal."

Valentina bows to the warden, but inquires, "My thanks, Warden Talia. Though, I must ask, what of the gossip about Marshal Razz? The walls have ears after all, and it sounds as though you suspect him of treachery?"

"...He is under investigation." The Scolipede states and begins to trudge away with the drooling mutt. "But let it be known, any and all who aided this Lucario's escape will suffer a punishment ten-fold than him." The warden sets her sights on the mutinous marshal, and with her journey to the throne room, she carries with her his only hope of standing a chance against that wrath...

At least the Lucario known as Lace gets to be made useful in the end...

The Infection Continues to Plague the World