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“Elias, please, no-“
Elias ignored Jon’s pleas as he fastened the final strap. Jon felt rather like a butterfly pinned to a cork board, exposed on the table like this.
“What are you-“
Jon felt something - a gloved finger - press inside of his cunt.
"Stop, please-"
Elias frowned. "Jon. I am doing this for your benefit. But we can skip to the main event now if you would rather...?"
"I don't want anything, Elias, let me go!" He writhed in place, barely able to move. His arms were bound behind him, causing his back to arch up, and his legs were propped up on little stirrups. Straps held him down to the table across his stomach, shoulders, hips, even his foreheadhead.
Elias frowned in disapproval and removed his fingers. Jon looked hopeful for a moment, before one was pushed carefully into his asshole, now coated in lube. Jon shrieked.
"God, Jon, if I had known you would be like this then I would've brought a gag."
The second finger joined it, in and out in a steady rhythme. It would even be enjoyable, Jon thought, if it was in any other circumstance.
"Right, Jon, I believe we can get on with it now." He pulled his fingers out and Jon watched him walk away out the corner of his eye.
"Where- where are you going?"
Elias shushed him. "One moment. You'll see."
Jon heard something heavy being placed between his legs, but wasn't sure what. Until something pressed against the lips of his cunt and the edge of his asshole, hard and cold.
“No, don’t, please, I’ll do anything- I-“ Jon fell apart into broken sobs as the machine whirred to life, fucking slowly into still-tight holes.
“Jon, you must understand why you are here. You have brought this upon yourself. I cannot have my Archivist collapsing in exhaustion, and I cannot have my Archivist stalking his staff. So, you shall remain here until I believe you have learned your lesson. Understood?”
Jon cried out as the machine increased intensity, it was too much all at once, he couldn’t-
He moaned as he came, but didn’t try to hide it. Maybe if Elias saw he had learned from it already he would be released?
“Elias- Elias please, I understand, let me out.”
“Hm, I don’t believe you have. Not yet.”
“Please- no, I can’t move- I want-“
Elias watched as Jon writhed against the restraints, trying to get away, to not accept his due punishment. This simply would not do.
“Jon. I don’t believe this is sinking in properly,” Elias said, and the machine sped up. Jon shrieked as the toys pounded into him; he felt as though he may split in half at the intensity. They were so deep, carving a hole inside of him. He was sobbing again as he came the second time.
“Please, it’s- I can’t-“
“Shh, it’s ok, Jon. This is for your own good,” Elias told him, stroking his sweaty hair. “Now, I have some things to be getting on with. I will be back in…an hour, maybe, to check on your progress. Understood?”
Sounds of Jon’s screaming and thrashing faded as Elias walked away. He would keep an eye on him, of course. He wouldn’t waste this opportunity. But he really did have other things he ought to be doing.
When he returned, the first thing that hit him were the sounds. Low, wrecked groans and quiet squelches greeted Elias as he entered the room. The next thing he saw was Jon’s face, a look of utter debauchery and bliss gracing his features. His eyes were unfocused, rolled backwards in ecstasy, and his mouth hung open, drool dripping from his chin.
The last thing Elias noticed were the fine threads anchoring Jon to the table. Light, silvery lines criss-crossed his body like a delicate lace. A couple of spiders skittered out of sight at the disturbance.
“Oh, Jon…that’s not good, is it? Cannot even rest without the Spider’s interference.”
With great effort Jon raised his head, eyes full of fear.
“But,” Elias continued, one hand on the machine, “I am afraid that Mr Spider wants more.”
The machines came to a stop before being removed entirely. Elias pulled the toy in his dripping cunt out slowly, revelling in how thoroughly coated in slick it was.
“Suck,” he told Jon, pressing it into his open mouth. Jon spluttered and choked for a moment before accepting. He was so good, wasn’t he?
Next, Elias held another, notably larger toy in front of Jon’s face so that he could clearly see it. His eyes went wide and he babbled and protested around the one in his mouth. He was, of course, ignored as Elias went to work on replacing them.
The machine clanked and whirred back to life, thrusting slowly into pliant holes. There was a matching one in his ass, and he felt their ridges slide and rub over each other as they moved out of sync. He screamed with his last remaining strength. It was too much, he couldn’t-
Elias watched with undisguised interest and hunger as Jon came, and spiders poured forth from beneath the table. They laced reams and reams of web over Jon, holding him down to the table.
Well, this must be a blessing from the Mother, he thought as he ratcheted up the speed.
He turned on his heel and left again, locking the door behind him and leaving for the night. He was unnoticed by Jon, lost in the throes of pleasure and pain.