He tests his new find on Lux

Lux squirms in her spider-web bonds, unable to pull free. Her mind is racing, going in circles. She watches the scarred mite turn his attention away from her, to the object in his hand she noticed earlier. A small leather case, or quiver…

He produces something, like a shiny metal needle – another dart? Admiring it before he brings its tip towards, of course, her chest. Lux braces herself, shivering as she feels the sharp point against the sensitive skin of her left breast—

Ow. It hurts, for a moment. Then, a whole new sensation – hot and cold both at once – spreads through her, radiating from that pinprick. Her heartbeat quickens.

Lux grits her teeth, feeling the strange heat pulse through her heaving chest. The mite observes her, looking pleased with himself – leering as he watches her reaction. Is he trying to kill her? Then she feels his stubby fingers squeezing, mauling her breast, teasing her hard nipple. And she gasps – moans out loud at how unexpectedly good it feels…

It’s too late to hide it. His grin broadens, and before she can find the breath to even tell him to stop, he jabs the sharp metal point eagerly into her other tit.

This time she screams, thrashing against the web, but the mite doesn’t flinch. Sweat drips down into Lux’s eyes as that tingling heat washes through her. By the time he finally withdraws the painful barb, she’s breathless and shaking.

“The fuck— what is this?” she gasps, panting for air as the worst of the sensation finally fades. Both of her breasts now glow with warmth, tingling – aching to be touched. The rational part of her that wants to know where these darts came from, what effect this venom or **** will have on her body, is increasingly drowned out by her animal instincts: panic, revulsion, lust.

The scarred mite glares at her, and then lands a vicious slap on her heaving bosom. Lux squeals out loud, sharp pain mingling with unwanted pleasure.

“I.” The mite points to his wide, scarred face. “Urko. Your master now. You talk when I say.”

Lux bites her lip to stifle a comeback. Like hell she would ever submit to this— But words won’t get her anywhere right now. She could break Urko into pieces if she could just wield her magic. If she had a hand free. She needs a way to get loose…

Then he moves around between her thighs, and all such thoughts are forgotten. Bile rises in her throat – and there’s a certain, shameful sense of anticipation. Her body trembles with need as well as fear and disgust. Craning her head up, she’s able to see over the swell of her tits, just enough to make out his horrible face as he gets into position.

“No – please, don’t—”

His mouth twists in a snarl, and he shuts her up with a harsh thrust – his stubby little cock jabbing at her defenceless entrance. Other little hands creep over her skin as the rest of the mites crowd closer, awaiting their turn. Lux squeals and struggles, threatening, pleading – her protests slowly turning to breathless moans as she feels Urko thrust again and her warm, wet vagina yields to him…