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Makara the spider-queen - Gameboyred
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, WHICH IS A SEQUEL TO THIS ONE: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36329006/ *
I suppose by now I should admit to myself that I'll never have enough OC's, especially if I can get them all to have an Arabian Nights flair to them. Thankfully, I do have a pretty good deal and understanding with Gameboyred who continues to excel with these design challenges I send his way.
The sexy spider-woman is kind of a staple of monster girls by now. A rather weird, grotesque and kinda gross lower body attached to a much more appealing and sumptuous one is a classic when it comes to such concepts and the idea of a beautiful woman webbing up prey/potential lovers is a rather interesting notion. From Rachnera Arachnera of Monster Musume to the dridders of classic Dungeons and Dragons, it's just something that's stuck. Thus why I wanted to have one of my own.
I also wanted to continue the tale of the Snake Sultan Hissmodius and that of his new champion, Gaspard Duchevalier. I felt that he might suck at his job if he was doped up on hypnosis, mindless and I wanted to have some hypnotic fun with this spider-woman and thus I made a sequel, bringing more complexity and sexiness to the whole ensemble. Writing Makara was actually really fun in a way, a benevolent yet still somewhat twisted hypnotist, going along with this whole scheme as the intrigue deepens just as Gaspard's trance does.
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And now, read on and enjoy this tale. ;)
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THE WEB OF THE SPIDER-QUEEN
Had it been a whole week already?
Gaspard hadn't felt the time pass, yet by the time he was out of the Sultan's harem, interacting with his queens and mistresses , he felt not just renewed but also inherently focused, as if everything was simple and easy now. No more adventuring, questing or mercenary work, unless they ordered it , only the pleasant work of protecting his Sultan and master, the great Hissmodius. He had moments when he felt a little uncertain, when he thought that something might be slightly wrong, but then again he tried to recall how he had been pampered by his queens and mistresses and how they made everything nice and straightforward for him. They had danced for him, massaged him, filled him with venom with precious little bites and he knew that he was full of their influence and their power as they made him aware of something he grew to deeply enjoy.
Hypnosis.
At first he was a little reluctant, yet the more they put him under, following commands that they sent his way for it was their right to do so, he grew to like it more and more. To be put in a trance was a delight, a privilege and he wanted to be obedient, to serve them as they should. Thus he would serve them better if he were hypnotized, at their control and mercy. It was logical and thus he didn't struggle, getting worked over in the most sensual and pleasure-filled ways possible. He would only be more loyal, devoted and professional like this, they told him so themselves. And thus whenever he had doubt, any occasions of hesitance was countered by memories of their dance, of the colors on the underbelly scales representing the deepest and most hypnotic gaze of them all. Undulations to soften his mind and woo his heart, seduction in the form of gentle dominance. It was a world to discover, one that he felt he barely scratched the surface of, yet everything seemed better now that he was less ignorant on the subject.
Yet now his treatment was over and as much as they loved to indulge on him and for him to indulge on them, he had a duty to carry and there was work to be done that they weren't experts in. As such, when he got back to the Sultan, who was busy speaking with a courtier, he waited his turn as he knelt before the throne, because that was the polite and considerate thing to do. He soon learned that they had instilled reactions and instincts within him that were to be followed, helping him out with manners and etiquette as Gaspard was indeed not the courtly sort. It was easier to slice monsters than to fend off subtle remarks from an aristocrat and that was the truth...yet he'd face anything and everything to protect his master and Sultan.
“Ah, my champion, my protector. I trust my wives have made sure that you know all that is needed, yes?” Hissmodius said, his voice cheerful and charismatic as there was confidence in it, but also a touch of mischief within too. This was the voice of someone who knew what he could pull off and wasn't too shy on basking in this kind of glory...but it was okay for Gaspard because he served Hissmodius. “You can rise and look at me. It would be easier to talk to you this way.”
Gaspard looked up at the turban-wearing, cobra-headed ruler of the slithering regions. One glance at him and he knew that he should always look in his master's eyes when speaking to him and thus he did just that. Those deep green eyes, the same colors as his scales, dominated him as they were fascinating, downright hypnotic and thus he couldn't keep his gaze away. Listening to him and obeying him was second-nature to Gaspard and he felt that it was true as the stare of his master overpowered all.
“Yes, I can see they did a fine job...But it will need refinement and I think you should be better dressed for the occasion, for your new permanent employment,” Hissmodius said, hissing and chuckling at the same time as he rose up and motioned for Gaspard to follow him as he turned and walked away. “Come with me. It is time for you to meet an important member of my court.”
Gaspard did as he was told, the specter of the powerful gaze of Hissmodius still potent despite it not being in his field of sight currently. He still felt a little light, yet as they walked he was also hyper-aware as he watched every little corners and crannies, waiting for a potential opponent to strike. He had no weapons with him, nor was he even armored as he wore ample yet banal vestments handed to him by his beautiful hypnotic mistresses. He snapped out of it and felt a little funny, as if it was both easy to lose tracks of things and to concentrate, somewhat all at once. Yet by now they had turned corridors, headed downstairs toward the dungeons and then even further in as the temperature, which had been especially hot yet tolerable, was getting slowly colder and more humid. Carefully-polished steps could be found as the corridors turned into a grand room upon which could be found many cocoons and spider-webs, all of them being fairly large among one that hung from the ceiling, enormous and filling the entire seemingly endless and nearly cavernous area.
“I will summon Makara here and you will meet her,” Hissmodius said, his voice instantly making Gaspard snap back to reality, becoming hyper-aware again as his sultan and master looked into his eyes and he starred right back at his, just as he should. Hissmodius then turned back toward the web and then hissed, that sound echoing and stretching itself thin as the Sultan continued to stare at the ceiling. “She is to be obeyed as if she were one of my wives. She will help you and make sure you are better suited to the task and to the manners of the court...At least in terms of looks. She is a precious ally, a sorceress of great power and also my stylist...We have a good deal ongoing, to say the least.”
If he was to consider her at the same rank as the Sultan's wives, then it was clear that this Makara was much like a queen and mistress and thus Gaspard knew how he had to act. Blessed by how easy it was to follow the voice, he then heard multiple light steps coming from nearby walls and saw huge spiders moving from the ceiling, converging on to their position as Gaspard prepared to fight, yet one swift motion of the Sultan convinced him to be at ease and thus it became easier to distinguish that all of these arachnid were also part humanoid, spider-women so to speak. And one was hanging on a tread as she lowered herself, then bowed before Hissmodius in a respectful manner as she was near the ground, yet still not touching it. “Greetings, noble and mighty Hissmodius. Are you here for matters of pleasure...Or business?”
The woman had the lower body of a spider, complete with spinneret and eight legs. Parts of them were hairy, divided by bandages while their extremities were of a bright red, chitinous yet polished despite it all. She was bronze-skinned, a rather peculiar sight given how there was no sunlight here, her only visible skin being her cleavage, her shoulders, her arms and part of her face. She wore bandages around her abdomen, a green and gold top which hanged below her shoulders and highlighted her chest, a great green turban lined with gold and sporting a crimson ruby and a light green face veil which hung just below her six eyes, two of them being huge while the others were smaller and near one another. Gaspard was in awe of her, her monstrous nature conflicting with her beauty as all those eyes seemed so deep and powerful, making it easy to lose himself in them.
“Business, I'm afraid...Though it has been a while since I've visited for pleasure, that much is true,” Hissmodius responded, a thin little smile on his lips as he looked around and saw a great many other spider-women, watching him from all angles as he felt entirely non-threatened by their presence. “How goes your little queendom beneath mine domain, Makara? Do you have everything you need?”
“Oh, everything is splendid, my dear Hissmodius. The gems and precious material you have sent us is a wonder to work with...and those reagents for my experiments are of the highest quality. Really, our arrangement is still something to behold~” the Spider-Queen Makara said, her voice sultry as if she were flirting with Hissmodius, occasionally stealing glances at Gaspard as the other spider-people surrounded them, observing out of curiosity what was transpiring. “So ask away. I am forever in your debt for your protection and generosity, great Sultan. What is it that you require?”
“I have finally gained a champion, a mighty warrior and he needs to be fine-tuned...And dressed. I need your resources and talents to make him the edged-weapon, the fierce warrior that I need at my side. Could you do that for me, Makara?” Hissmodius said, his tone friendly and courteous as he bowed before the one who was equal to him, yet also indebted beyond belief to him if the subtext was clear enough. “I would need for him to have an entire wardrobe, some of it ample enough for armor to slip in beneath. And of course, I need him alert and ready to fight for me. My wives are very devoted, extremely eager...but they lack your special touch and your attention to detail, I'm afraid.”
“Oh, you could say that~” Makara said, chuckling softly below her veil as she then got quite close to Gaspard, observing him from all angles as she then snapped her fingers and spider-men and women got to him, beginning to take measurements already. “Leave him to me. I promise that in three days...he'll be truly your champion in looks and in behavior. You have my word on that~”
“Excellent!” Hissmodius said, cheerful as he turned around to Gaspard who didn't quite know how to behave right now. He was uncomfortable, observed, unable to act and he needed to protect his master, but then Hissmodius came to him and looked deeply into his eyes, which made Gaspard stand at attention. “In my generosity, I will have an entire assortment of vestments, outfits and garments for you to wear. You will look the part when it comes to being my champion...But I also need you to be even more fine-tuned. As I said, obey Makara as if she were my wife...Listen to her commands and submit to her.”
This had the immediate result of calming down Gaspard as eventually Hissmodius went out of this queendom and back to his own affairs, leaving his champion there...Yet Gaspard was unaware of that. Lost in one more trance, he was then greeted by a new sight, that of Makara who swayed a finger before his eyes, then waved it in a beckoning fashion.
“Come to me, champion. We have much to make clear and I need you to become aware of a few things,” the spider-queen said, walking slowly to make sure that Gaspard would be able to follow. Already she was accosted by those that Gaspard believed them to be her subjects as they presented fabrics and material as she gave a nod to a few and a push to the few items she denied. “Yes, I think gold should be a priority...White and gold is a touch on the nose, but it is holy-looking and other nations respect that. Those will be his colors...Alright, with a touch of green for Hissmodius, but just a light one.”
She had begun to talk to him, yet already she was distracted by a few choices she had to make as they stopped in mid-track often, the queen assuredly been taken right in the middle of something despite her telling Hissmodius that he'd be her priority. They eventually reached the last steps, arriving in a little lab space complete with vials of multiple colors, webs of all sorts of shape and luminosity. She stopped and took stocks of a few things as some more spider-people descended from the ceiling as she gave them vials and instructions. This made Gaspard look higher still, observing their operation as there indeed were a very large amount of them working on many forms of textile, weaving fabric and vestments in a very well-organized fashion.
“Wondrous, is it not? Under the care of Hissmodius, we have been given the chance to flourish and create unlike back in days of chaos and danger when we fought for survival. Now we thrive and it is because of him,” Makara explained, grabbing Gaspard's attention anew as he fell silent, for he knew that when a mistress spoke, he had to be silent and listen. He'd speak unless told to and he instead focused on her, the many kinks and fetishes within him making it so it was very easy to appreciate the beauty of the spider-queen upfront, closer to her. There was an exotic and mysterious quality to her despite her spinneret and all those legs as he began to wonder if she could dance and hypnotize him deeper with her charm and allure. “But enough about that...Already I can see the handiwork of his queens and it infuriates me about how they could be so careless. I see you have grown distant, no focus save for a few fleeting thoughts...No finesse at all. Still, the heavy lifting has been done and I suppose I should be thankful for that...”
She spoke as if she were indeed going to put him under with her hypnotic prowess and that excited him, aroused him to no end as Gaspard felt tinges of those venomous bites, of that relaxing stance and of the wonders of mindless indulgence and obedience, yet one snap of her fingers brought him back to reality as she narrowed her many eyes while looking at him, her true expression a mystery because of the veil covering her mouth.
“This is what I'm talking about. If you daydream and lose your focus, Hissmodius will be in danger and you won't be able to help him, to save his life if it's needed...But I'll graciously help you with that...In a few minutes that is. Now stay still,” Makara said as she then approached Gaspard and swung a crystal attached to a thin piece of webbing. It was a very repetitive motion and Gaspard immediately knew to watch the pendant and to never avert his gaze from it. His instincts told him to do that and he obeyed, as he recalled his queens and mistresses implanting this inside his pliant mind. He looked deeply, profoundly fascinated by how the polished surface of this sapphire looked, its smooth texture making it so easy to lose himself inside as it swung left and right...left and right...left and right...In such a way that it soon became his entire world.
The blue was there and it went on to absorb everything, from the low light which was given out by multiple glowing mushrooms and by candles. He felt ensnared as if he were in a web too, yet it was due to Makara's action and she was just like a queen and mistress, making her one as well. He would submit and be happy about it. He felt as if he was caught in her web, the beautiful arachnid monarch having him at her mercy as that veil and turban, those numerous eyes were unseen yet they were drilling at his mind nevertheless. It was an ecstatic experience and he just couldn't get enough as still the sapphire swayed left and right...left and right...left and right...hypnotizing him so deeply...Making a slave out of him...Helping him relax...
A sensation of constriction pushed upon him, his body losing himself in this fantasy as he was under the power of the Spider-Queen and Makara could do what she wished with him, including warp his mind...and he was looking forward to that. Very much so. His eyes filled with blue spirals, he felt tension exit his body and yet still a pressure weighted upon him, from the tip of his toes up toward his shoulders. He smiled, happy about this until eventually...
SNAP!
He woke up, startled and saw that this sensation was no illusion as he had been caught in a web cocoon, hanging above the ground as restrained from his toes to his shoulders. Before him, the pendant had actually been attacked to a small web as it kept swinging without the assistance of any hand or person. And it still swung around left and right...left and right...left and right...
SNAP!
“Stop looking at the pendant...That is a command from your mistress,” Makara said as she had a slightly exasperated tone in her voice, as if she couldn't quite believe what she had just witnessed. She removed the pendant, approaching Gaspard again as she placed her hands on his shoulders, entering his personal space. “I do apologize, I had to get away for an hour or two to take care of business...But it seems like my suspicions are confirmed and they made you actively seek out trances and hypnosis...Which is rather terrible given your important role.”
Gaspard knew that he shouldn't look at the pendant and the fact that it was gone was a disappointment. The clarity, the purity of thoughts that it procured had been great. The fact that he had been out of it for close to two hours hadn't even registered to him in fact. All he knew was that he felt good and that he wanted to feel that way again and as soon as possible. Then, one of her hand came before his eyes as a light pink aura swirled around her fingers. Her green-colored nails, her bronze skin and the many golden rings on her fingers seemed magnified right now, made to look appealing as she made a sign with a few fingers, then waved and slowly twirled her hand to capture his gaze. Everything soon turned pink with little shades of other adjacent colors coming in waves so as to make things evolve.
“I was told tales of your valor, of your determination...and this is a sorry state for you to be in. Hissmodius, your master, needs you at peak performance, for you to be as strong as he told me you are...and he speaks very highly of you. So [/i]I want you to stare into my hand and to listen very, very carefully to my voice[/i],” Makara explained, her voice calm and almost gentle, yet there was also an authoritative quality to it, a confidence which was very hard to discard and ignore. Gaspard certainly couldn't, his own mind indeed a mess given his own propensity for seeking mindlessness, which was indeed rather terrible given his duties. The hand was moving forward and backward, creating a cycle that was easy to latch onto as the energy around it absorbed everything else, becoming his sole focus much like the sapphire did a little while ago. “You are Gaspard Duchevalier, mighty hero, an accomplished adventurer...You are strong, your reputation precedes you...Your experience speaks for yourself and your prowess in battle is legendary...But you are also owned, a servant to the great Hissmodius, a subject to his will and to that of his wives...But all of this can and will converge into a single being very soon~”
His achievements, his deeds which had indeed been recorded in some towns and cities, local songs telling of his exploits and he recalled them. Yes, he was strong and he knew what he was doing...and what he was doing was failing a task of great importance: protecting Hissmodius. Yet he couldn't help himself, he just had to be hypnotized. It was his greatest pleasure to be entranced, brought deep under the power of those he protected and served. Right now he was leaning into it even though Makara was right in that he was basically helpless, even a goblin with a fork might end his life right here and now.
“You are right to enjoy hypnosis, as it is something Hissmodius and those in his entourage, me included, are able to do very well, granting immense satisfaction with it. There is nothing wrong with loving it completely...It is a great thing in fact to be open for it...But to always be open to it is a weakness that you must purge and I will help you with that,” Makara continued, her hand reaching toward his chin, the subtle pink still lighting up as her touch made him shiver a little. She turned his head toward hers as her multiple eyes all stared at him, all six of them. With her turban and the jewel encrusted on it, it was as if she had seven and the presence of her veil made it all the easier for Gaspard to focus on them as their deep red colors began to overwhelm him. There were no brightness to them, no psychedelic color yet there was power and confidence still and it was more than enough to capture his gaze as his mouth went agape while she stared. “Hypnosis is a reward...It is something that can be granted to make you feel good, to turn you into the better version of yourself or to gift you with unparalleled bliss...You have to earn it...With obedience and devotion comes gratitude and recompense...And you know how generous your master is~”
That was true. Permanent employment, living in a palace, being surrounded by beautiful snake women and now a sumptuous spider-queen...And learning of hypnosis only to be able to bask in it for a whole week in his personal harem. Hissmodius was indeed a very benevolent master and Sultan and to only think of himself like this was unworthy of a champion and protector. It all became crystal clear as Gaspard drank of those eyes as that gentle, caring yet charismatic voice belonging to Makara the spider-queen rang like a melody in his ears. Even without the sight of her lips he could tell that she was a beauty beneath that veil as everything turned red and pink save for her.
“I will now make you the best version that you can be, Gaspard Duchevalier. For your sake as well as that of our benefactor, Hissmodius. I will devote myself to implanting triggers, limitations and thoughts-patterns that will grant you the power to obtain the life that you've always earned and that Hissmodius desires nothing more than to grant to you,” Makara said, becoming more and more divine as where the hypnosis of the queens and mistresses was overwhelming and all over the place, the one of the spider-queen was methodical and precise, personalized without generalization. Surgical in a way as she then moved her eyes closer and brought the sapphire before her eyes. “Concentrate on my eyes and pendant...Focus on my voice...And drift into trance for me~”
His desire to obey and to follow commands made him act like this, yet he was also convinced utterly of the nature of what Makara was attempting, to make him better. Yes, he'd accept hypnosis into his heart and be remade again, reforged into something solid and easy to wield. He was Hissmodius' sword and shield and he was to be made strong and thus he did as he was told, like he was supposed to. The sapphire was a great sight, its deep blue color being a sharp contrast with those deep red eyes...and all of it seemed to be enveloped in the pink aura from her hand. It was powerful, yet centered and he plunged into it willingly, letting the colors sink in as well as their aura and effect. There was no low light or ambient darkness, but rather those bright and luminous, all-encompassing shades which seemed to overpower and absorb him, yet in a way that felt comforting.
“Hypnosis is like my webbing. It can be scary and feel restrictive, but it's not. Your body is comfortable as it is immobile, secure within my proximity as you know you feel safe in my hold and domain...Hypnosis is the same,” Makara explained, continuing to extend her spell over the sapphire as her eyes seemed to expand in illusions, herself becoming gigantic, towering over Gaspard in his mind's eye so as to make a showcase of her power and what she spoke of. “Hypnosis is webbing for the mind, a comfortable cocoon in which you can be at the mercy of the ones whom you trust. Hissmodius is such a being, as he is your master, your caretaker and your sole duty. His wives are the same. I am the same. We have your best interests at heart, yet now you must also show restraint in the short and long-term by understanding that you must earn the webbing...the hypnosis...And all that comes with it.”
He felt small, but he didn't feel weak. He felt trapped, but he was far from scared. Makara wanted the best for him, like Hissmodius and thus he allowed himself to be powerless, but it was something that he relished and gave way to. It was restraint in that he knew what was happening, yet her commands and suggestions were there to reinforce him, to strengthen him up. For the sake of his mistresses and his master.
“I will implement restrictions inside your mind which will only allow you to be hypnotized by certain people and under certain circumstances. As such, you will not be the prey of mind-benders and mesmerists of all size and skills. Your defense must be impenetrable from any enemies, yet never risen when it comes to those you serve...and you serve Hissmodius,” Makara continued, the arc of the sapphire becoming smaller and thus the motions faster as its deep and sparkling blue colors were reflected into her numerous eyes...thus creating a spiral of red and blue. It was definitely strong hypnosis, one which Gaspard easily lost himself into as his mouth hung open and his eyes reflected those, a single one of them being enough to swallow him whole in his distorted vision and yet he saw them all, including the ruby on that green turban. “Relax your mind, let tension leave your body and lose yourself to my power...Entrust yourself to me...Let me weave spells, my web, into your spirit so that you can be what you were always meant to be...and fall deep into trance~”
SNAP!
Those fingers snapping sent him away into mindless bliss as all was illusion before his eyes as the magic of the spider-queen cajoled and surrounded him. He knew he was trapped, yet he was caught by her and that made everything okay. Hissmodius commanded him to listen and obey and he would, because he was his master and thus he would obey. In his trance, it was as easy as that and it did indeed felt like he was coiled up or webbed, brought down to simpler thoughts and tighter hold on what mattered. The red and blue kept him honest, made him think only about what he needed to and nothing else. All that was superfluous was discarded.
You serve Hissmodius and you obey his commands.
You serve his wives and obey their commands.
You protect them against any threats.
You are on the lookout for said threats.
You are always ready to fight for your master and mistresses.
You must keep yourself trained and in good shape to carry your duties.
SNAP!
Time was weirded out as he didn't quite know how long it had been, yet the voice of the spider-queen still resonated within his head as well as the vision of the sapphire, those eyes and that hand. He returned back to reality, yet only to be taken back into the throe of hypnosis as this time Makara was dancing, using a technique that was very characteristic of the Sultan's wives: belly dancing. Yet Makara was more inventive here as she swung from a web, moving upside down as not only was she swaying her hips but she was using said motions to herself be the pendulum, like her sapphire...With that exact same stone placed inside her navel as she removed her bandages to show a surprisingly taut stomach, muscular in a way that Gaspard would never have initially foreseen. And yet looking at that abdomen moving, at the sapphire in that sumptuous hypnotic navel and the incredible mesmerizing belly, his kinks and fetishes came on strongly to implement even further adoration.
“Yes, those preferences of yours are strong, irresistible...But we'll have to compartment those too...But do indulge as they are gateways to something beloved: hypnosis. So just look and be entranced so that I might help you~” Makara said as her expert balance and handling made this vertigo-inducing act seem normal as she rolled her belly, her legs holding to the string and webbing in such a way as to keep everything in checks as undulations and ripples on her stomach only enhanced the hypnotic effect on his psyche. “The key to all of this is balance, both with your mind and devotion...Watching me demonstrate that as everything can be made upside-down and still be right...And so we shall divide your slave-self and your warrior-self...and then piece them back together in a stronger fashion~”
And the more she swung, the more the pendulum that was herself caught him deep as her strange beauty, coupled with her intelligence and charisma made it so easy for him to lose himself again, losing track of everything. Was he webbed up? How much time had passed? Those questions were important, yet not as vital as what Makara, one of his mistresses, had to say.
It's okay to love obeying.
It's perfectly acceptable to want to submit to your master and mistresses.
Hypnosis is sexy.
Submission is pleasure.
You want to please those whom you serve.
You want to be hypnotized.
SNAP!
Despite how strong he felt, how he was right now was submissive as his slave side flared up and allowed himself to drown in this ecstasy. The dance made him recall those illusory gaze-dance, that baladi performance from the queens and mistresses who used patterns of scales and underbelly to simulate deep and powerful eyes to induce hypnosis...Yet Makara ignited that side only to quell it down a little.
“To want to be good and servile is admirable, yet it should never be to the detriment to those who own you and take care of you...You need to have a mind of your own to better serve...but also so that it may be subjugated again and again to receive the satisfaction of a nice trance,” Makara said, having created a spiral with webbing, twirling it around with her hands widely open as drops of her vials created a cavalcade of colors and at the epicenter of that web was the sapphire, ever-powerful in its mesmerizing abilities. It was ever spinning, endless and constantly changing in a way that only felt all the more appealing to look at. “I will teach you to recognize those who hold dominion of them, when to accept their gifts and when to think for yourself. You must be strong, yet servile. Submissive, yet powerful. You are a champion and a slave. You're power and yet are powerless in front of certain events and people. You are Gaspard Duchevalier...humble servant of the great Sultan Hissmodius...And right now I will shut your mind down, but know that you are safe in my web, both my hypnotic and literal one.”
SNAP!
And then Gaspard lost track of everything. Whispers, the sapphire, webs, colors, hypnosis, might, being a slave, a champion...It all meshed together with visions of belly dancing, drinking strange potions, kissing that muscular midriff and tasting the sweat upon it, inhaling some smoke and incense, wearing beautiful clothing, answering questions...It all happened so fast and so strangely in terms of pacing that it seemed almost as if that wasn't him...and yet it was. He felt the comfort of the web, of hypnosis, the nearby presence of the spider-queen and then as everything seemed to be put into place, that he began to understand everything...
SNAP!
He woke up to the side of his master, Hissmodius. He was standing upright, wearing a suit of armor and a tabard on top of it with the effigy of the slithering regions as well as the icons of Hissmodius: that of a cobra with a piercing gaze looking forward, its tongue out. He didn't know when he got dressed up, yet part of him analyzed the information as he was supposed to be in the care of Makara for three days...which meant that those must be over as he felt a certain clarity now, a tighter grasp on the situation and of himself.
“Yes...This does seem to be much better...And the clothes are good-looking too. You have my gratitude, queen of silk, webs and of many legs,” Hissmodius said as he eyed Gaspard with a little smirk on his face before bowing before Makara. Gaspard looked around and quickly realized that he had a weapon, a gem-encrusted scimitar with magic coursing through its blade, the kind of tool worthy to protect Hissmodius as he held it tightly, his hand softly on the hilt to better be prepared. “Excellent work all-around, I must say.”
“You are too kind. I only did as you bid, great Sultan, “ Makara said, a soft chuckle escaping from beneath her veil as she eyed Gaspard who eyed her too. Gaspard recognized her as a queen, one who was worthy of his protection and service, of his immense consideration and servitude as he bowed, which made the spider-queen chuckle anew. “He was a very, very good subject for both tailoring and the other arts. Should you need for him to be a better weapon and servant...Or perhaps to reward him, do send him my way, yes?”
“Absolutely. It would be my pleasure to see you again, and not necessarily for the sake of my champion,” Hissmodius said with a light laughter tinted with hisses as he turned around and went back to the surface. “Come now, my champion. It is time to start your job in earnest. I have been convoked for a duel and I can choose who to represent my cities...and you will fight for me and win. If you do...You will be rewarded.”
The mention of a reward sent flashes of the harem, of the spider-queen and of those deep eyes that the Sultan possessed. It made him think of hypnosis and the webbing, of being helpless in a secure and pleasant environment and for a single second, Gaspard was out of it...But then he came back as strong as ever, with a response that he would be saying quite often from now on and with conviction at that.
“Your desires are commands, my Sultan and master.”
I suppose by now I should admit to myself that I'll never have enough OC's, especially if I can get them all to have an Arabian Nights flair to them. Thankfully, I do have a pretty good deal and understanding with Gameboyred who continues to excel with these design challenges I send his way.
The sexy spider-woman is kind of a staple of monster girls by now. A rather weird, grotesque and kinda gross lower body attached to a much more appealing and sumptuous one is a classic when it comes to such concepts and the idea of a beautiful woman webbing up prey/potential lovers is a rather interesting notion. From Rachnera Arachnera of Monster Musume to the dridders of classic Dungeons and Dragons, it's just something that's stuck. Thus why I wanted to have one of my own.
I also wanted to continue the tale of the Snake Sultan Hissmodius and that of his new champion, Gaspard Duchevalier. I felt that he might suck at his job if he was doped up on hypnosis, mindless and I wanted to have some hypnotic fun with this spider-woman and thus I made a sequel, bringing more complexity and sexiness to the whole ensemble. Writing Makara was actually really fun in a way, a benevolent yet still somewhat twisted hypnotist, going along with this whole scheme as the intrigue deepens just as Gaspard's trance does.
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THE WEB OF THE SPIDER-QUEEN
Had it been a whole week already?
Gaspard hadn't felt the time pass, yet by the time he was out of the Sultan's harem, interacting with his queens and mistresses , he felt not just renewed but also inherently focused, as if everything was simple and easy now. No more adventuring, questing or mercenary work, unless they ordered it , only the pleasant work of protecting his Sultan and master, the great Hissmodius. He had moments when he felt a little uncertain, when he thought that something might be slightly wrong, but then again he tried to recall how he had been pampered by his queens and mistresses and how they made everything nice and straightforward for him. They had danced for him, massaged him, filled him with venom with precious little bites and he knew that he was full of their influence and their power as they made him aware of something he grew to deeply enjoy.
Hypnosis.
At first he was a little reluctant, yet the more they put him under, following commands that they sent his way for it was their right to do so, he grew to like it more and more. To be put in a trance was a delight, a privilege and he wanted to be obedient, to serve them as they should. Thus he would serve them better if he were hypnotized, at their control and mercy. It was logical and thus he didn't struggle, getting worked over in the most sensual and pleasure-filled ways possible. He would only be more loyal, devoted and professional like this, they told him so themselves. And thus whenever he had doubt, any occasions of hesitance was countered by memories of their dance, of the colors on the underbelly scales representing the deepest and most hypnotic gaze of them all. Undulations to soften his mind and woo his heart, seduction in the form of gentle dominance. It was a world to discover, one that he felt he barely scratched the surface of, yet everything seemed better now that he was less ignorant on the subject.
Yet now his treatment was over and as much as they loved to indulge on him and for him to indulge on them, he had a duty to carry and there was work to be done that they weren't experts in. As such, when he got back to the Sultan, who was busy speaking with a courtier, he waited his turn as he knelt before the throne, because that was the polite and considerate thing to do. He soon learned that they had instilled reactions and instincts within him that were to be followed, helping him out with manners and etiquette as Gaspard was indeed not the courtly sort. It was easier to slice monsters than to fend off subtle remarks from an aristocrat and that was the truth...yet he'd face anything and everything to protect his master and Sultan.
“Ah, my champion, my protector. I trust my wives have made sure that you know all that is needed, yes?” Hissmodius said, his voice cheerful and charismatic as there was confidence in it, but also a touch of mischief within too. This was the voice of someone who knew what he could pull off and wasn't too shy on basking in this kind of glory...but it was okay for Gaspard because he served Hissmodius. “You can rise and look at me. It would be easier to talk to you this way.”
Gaspard looked up at the turban-wearing, cobra-headed ruler of the slithering regions. One glance at him and he knew that he should always look in his master's eyes when speaking to him and thus he did just that. Those deep green eyes, the same colors as his scales, dominated him as they were fascinating, downright hypnotic and thus he couldn't keep his gaze away. Listening to him and obeying him was second-nature to Gaspard and he felt that it was true as the stare of his master overpowered all.
“Yes, I can see they did a fine job...But it will need refinement and I think you should be better dressed for the occasion, for your new permanent employment,” Hissmodius said, hissing and chuckling at the same time as he rose up and motioned for Gaspard to follow him as he turned and walked away. “Come with me. It is time for you to meet an important member of my court.”
Gaspard did as he was told, the specter of the powerful gaze of Hissmodius still potent despite it not being in his field of sight currently. He still felt a little light, yet as they walked he was also hyper-aware as he watched every little corners and crannies, waiting for a potential opponent to strike. He had no weapons with him, nor was he even armored as he wore ample yet banal vestments handed to him by his beautiful hypnotic mistresses. He snapped out of it and felt a little funny, as if it was both easy to lose tracks of things and to concentrate, somewhat all at once. Yet by now they had turned corridors, headed downstairs toward the dungeons and then even further in as the temperature, which had been especially hot yet tolerable, was getting slowly colder and more humid. Carefully-polished steps could be found as the corridors turned into a grand room upon which could be found many cocoons and spider-webs, all of them being fairly large among one that hung from the ceiling, enormous and filling the entire seemingly endless and nearly cavernous area.
“I will summon Makara here and you will meet her,” Hissmodius said, his voice instantly making Gaspard snap back to reality, becoming hyper-aware again as his sultan and master looked into his eyes and he starred right back at his, just as he should. Hissmodius then turned back toward the web and then hissed, that sound echoing and stretching itself thin as the Sultan continued to stare at the ceiling. “She is to be obeyed as if she were one of my wives. She will help you and make sure you are better suited to the task and to the manners of the court...At least in terms of looks. She is a precious ally, a sorceress of great power and also my stylist...We have a good deal ongoing, to say the least.”
If he was to consider her at the same rank as the Sultan's wives, then it was clear that this Makara was much like a queen and mistress and thus Gaspard knew how he had to act. Blessed by how easy it was to follow the voice, he then heard multiple light steps coming from nearby walls and saw huge spiders moving from the ceiling, converging on to their position as Gaspard prepared to fight, yet one swift motion of the Sultan convinced him to be at ease and thus it became easier to distinguish that all of these arachnid were also part humanoid, spider-women so to speak. And one was hanging on a tread as she lowered herself, then bowed before Hissmodius in a respectful manner as she was near the ground, yet still not touching it. “Greetings, noble and mighty Hissmodius. Are you here for matters of pleasure...Or business?”
The woman had the lower body of a spider, complete with spinneret and eight legs. Parts of them were hairy, divided by bandages while their extremities were of a bright red, chitinous yet polished despite it all. She was bronze-skinned, a rather peculiar sight given how there was no sunlight here, her only visible skin being her cleavage, her shoulders, her arms and part of her face. She wore bandages around her abdomen, a green and gold top which hanged below her shoulders and highlighted her chest, a great green turban lined with gold and sporting a crimson ruby and a light green face veil which hung just below her six eyes, two of them being huge while the others were smaller and near one another. Gaspard was in awe of her, her monstrous nature conflicting with her beauty as all those eyes seemed so deep and powerful, making it easy to lose himself in them.
“Business, I'm afraid...Though it has been a while since I've visited for pleasure, that much is true,” Hissmodius responded, a thin little smile on his lips as he looked around and saw a great many other spider-women, watching him from all angles as he felt entirely non-threatened by their presence. “How goes your little queendom beneath mine domain, Makara? Do you have everything you need?”
“Oh, everything is splendid, my dear Hissmodius. The gems and precious material you have sent us is a wonder to work with...and those reagents for my experiments are of the highest quality. Really, our arrangement is still something to behold~” the Spider-Queen Makara said, her voice sultry as if she were flirting with Hissmodius, occasionally stealing glances at Gaspard as the other spider-people surrounded them, observing out of curiosity what was transpiring. “So ask away. I am forever in your debt for your protection and generosity, great Sultan. What is it that you require?”
“I have finally gained a champion, a mighty warrior and he needs to be fine-tuned...And dressed. I need your resources and talents to make him the edged-weapon, the fierce warrior that I need at my side. Could you do that for me, Makara?” Hissmodius said, his tone friendly and courteous as he bowed before the one who was equal to him, yet also indebted beyond belief to him if the subtext was clear enough. “I would need for him to have an entire wardrobe, some of it ample enough for armor to slip in beneath. And of course, I need him alert and ready to fight for me. My wives are very devoted, extremely eager...but they lack your special touch and your attention to detail, I'm afraid.”
“Oh, you could say that~” Makara said, chuckling softly below her veil as she then got quite close to Gaspard, observing him from all angles as she then snapped her fingers and spider-men and women got to him, beginning to take measurements already. “Leave him to me. I promise that in three days...he'll be truly your champion in looks and in behavior. You have my word on that~”
“Excellent!” Hissmodius said, cheerful as he turned around to Gaspard who didn't quite know how to behave right now. He was uncomfortable, observed, unable to act and he needed to protect his master, but then Hissmodius came to him and looked deeply into his eyes, which made Gaspard stand at attention. “In my generosity, I will have an entire assortment of vestments, outfits and garments for you to wear. You will look the part when it comes to being my champion...But I also need you to be even more fine-tuned. As I said, obey Makara as if she were my wife...Listen to her commands and submit to her.”
This had the immediate result of calming down Gaspard as eventually Hissmodius went out of this queendom and back to his own affairs, leaving his champion there...Yet Gaspard was unaware of that. Lost in one more trance, he was then greeted by a new sight, that of Makara who swayed a finger before his eyes, then waved it in a beckoning fashion.
“Come to me, champion. We have much to make clear and I need you to become aware of a few things,” the spider-queen said, walking slowly to make sure that Gaspard would be able to follow. Already she was accosted by those that Gaspard believed them to be her subjects as they presented fabrics and material as she gave a nod to a few and a push to the few items she denied. “Yes, I think gold should be a priority...White and gold is a touch on the nose, but it is holy-looking and other nations respect that. Those will be his colors...Alright, with a touch of green for Hissmodius, but just a light one.”
She had begun to talk to him, yet already she was distracted by a few choices she had to make as they stopped in mid-track often, the queen assuredly been taken right in the middle of something despite her telling Hissmodius that he'd be her priority. They eventually reached the last steps, arriving in a little lab space complete with vials of multiple colors, webs of all sorts of shape and luminosity. She stopped and took stocks of a few things as some more spider-people descended from the ceiling as she gave them vials and instructions. This made Gaspard look higher still, observing their operation as there indeed were a very large amount of them working on many forms of textile, weaving fabric and vestments in a very well-organized fashion.
“Wondrous, is it not? Under the care of Hissmodius, we have been given the chance to flourish and create unlike back in days of chaos and danger when we fought for survival. Now we thrive and it is because of him,” Makara explained, grabbing Gaspard's attention anew as he fell silent, for he knew that when a mistress spoke, he had to be silent and listen. He'd speak unless told to and he instead focused on her, the many kinks and fetishes within him making it so it was very easy to appreciate the beauty of the spider-queen upfront, closer to her. There was an exotic and mysterious quality to her despite her spinneret and all those legs as he began to wonder if she could dance and hypnotize him deeper with her charm and allure. “But enough about that...Already I can see the handiwork of his queens and it infuriates me about how they could be so careless. I see you have grown distant, no focus save for a few fleeting thoughts...No finesse at all. Still, the heavy lifting has been done and I suppose I should be thankful for that...”
She spoke as if she were indeed going to put him under with her hypnotic prowess and that excited him, aroused him to no end as Gaspard felt tinges of those venomous bites, of that relaxing stance and of the wonders of mindless indulgence and obedience, yet one snap of her fingers brought him back to reality as she narrowed her many eyes while looking at him, her true expression a mystery because of the veil covering her mouth.
“This is what I'm talking about. If you daydream and lose your focus, Hissmodius will be in danger and you won't be able to help him, to save his life if it's needed...But I'll graciously help you with that...In a few minutes that is. Now stay still,” Makara said as she then approached Gaspard and swung a crystal attached to a thin piece of webbing. It was a very repetitive motion and Gaspard immediately knew to watch the pendant and to never avert his gaze from it. His instincts told him to do that and he obeyed, as he recalled his queens and mistresses implanting this inside his pliant mind. He looked deeply, profoundly fascinated by how the polished surface of this sapphire looked, its smooth texture making it so easy to lose himself inside as it swung left and right...left and right...left and right...In such a way that it soon became his entire world.
The blue was there and it went on to absorb everything, from the low light which was given out by multiple glowing mushrooms and by candles. He felt ensnared as if he were in a web too, yet it was due to Makara's action and she was just like a queen and mistress, making her one as well. He would submit and be happy about it. He felt as if he was caught in her web, the beautiful arachnid monarch having him at her mercy as that veil and turban, those numerous eyes were unseen yet they were drilling at his mind nevertheless. It was an ecstatic experience and he just couldn't get enough as still the sapphire swayed left and right...left and right...left and right...hypnotizing him so deeply...Making a slave out of him...Helping him relax...
A sensation of constriction pushed upon him, his body losing himself in this fantasy as he was under the power of the Spider-Queen and Makara could do what she wished with him, including warp his mind...and he was looking forward to that. Very much so. His eyes filled with blue spirals, he felt tension exit his body and yet still a pressure weighted upon him, from the tip of his toes up toward his shoulders. He smiled, happy about this until eventually...
SNAP!
He woke up, startled and saw that this sensation was no illusion as he had been caught in a web cocoon, hanging above the ground as restrained from his toes to his shoulders. Before him, the pendant had actually been attacked to a small web as it kept swinging without the assistance of any hand or person. And it still swung around left and right...left and right...left and right...
SNAP!
“Stop looking at the pendant...That is a command from your mistress,” Makara said as she had a slightly exasperated tone in her voice, as if she couldn't quite believe what she had just witnessed. She removed the pendant, approaching Gaspard again as she placed her hands on his shoulders, entering his personal space. “I do apologize, I had to get away for an hour or two to take care of business...But it seems like my suspicions are confirmed and they made you actively seek out trances and hypnosis...Which is rather terrible given your important role.”
Gaspard knew that he shouldn't look at the pendant and the fact that it was gone was a disappointment. The clarity, the purity of thoughts that it procured had been great. The fact that he had been out of it for close to two hours hadn't even registered to him in fact. All he knew was that he felt good and that he wanted to feel that way again and as soon as possible. Then, one of her hand came before his eyes as a light pink aura swirled around her fingers. Her green-colored nails, her bronze skin and the many golden rings on her fingers seemed magnified right now, made to look appealing as she made a sign with a few fingers, then waved and slowly twirled her hand to capture his gaze. Everything soon turned pink with little shades of other adjacent colors coming in waves so as to make things evolve.
“I was told tales of your valor, of your determination...and this is a sorry state for you to be in. Hissmodius, your master, needs you at peak performance, for you to be as strong as he told me you are...and he speaks very highly of you. So [/i]I want you to stare into my hand and to listen very, very carefully to my voice[/i],” Makara explained, her voice calm and almost gentle, yet there was also an authoritative quality to it, a confidence which was very hard to discard and ignore. Gaspard certainly couldn't, his own mind indeed a mess given his own propensity for seeking mindlessness, which was indeed rather terrible given his duties. The hand was moving forward and backward, creating a cycle that was easy to latch onto as the energy around it absorbed everything else, becoming his sole focus much like the sapphire did a little while ago. “You are Gaspard Duchevalier, mighty hero, an accomplished adventurer...You are strong, your reputation precedes you...Your experience speaks for yourself and your prowess in battle is legendary...But you are also owned, a servant to the great Hissmodius, a subject to his will and to that of his wives...But all of this can and will converge into a single being very soon~”
His achievements, his deeds which had indeed been recorded in some towns and cities, local songs telling of his exploits and he recalled them. Yes, he was strong and he knew what he was doing...and what he was doing was failing a task of great importance: protecting Hissmodius. Yet he couldn't help himself, he just had to be hypnotized. It was his greatest pleasure to be entranced, brought deep under the power of those he protected and served. Right now he was leaning into it even though Makara was right in that he was basically helpless, even a goblin with a fork might end his life right here and now.
“You are right to enjoy hypnosis, as it is something Hissmodius and those in his entourage, me included, are able to do very well, granting immense satisfaction with it. There is nothing wrong with loving it completely...It is a great thing in fact to be open for it...But to always be open to it is a weakness that you must purge and I will help you with that,” Makara continued, her hand reaching toward his chin, the subtle pink still lighting up as her touch made him shiver a little. She turned his head toward hers as her multiple eyes all stared at him, all six of them. With her turban and the jewel encrusted on it, it was as if she had seven and the presence of her veil made it all the easier for Gaspard to focus on them as their deep red colors began to overwhelm him. There were no brightness to them, no psychedelic color yet there was power and confidence still and it was more than enough to capture his gaze as his mouth went agape while she stared. “Hypnosis is a reward...It is something that can be granted to make you feel good, to turn you into the better version of yourself or to gift you with unparalleled bliss...You have to earn it...With obedience and devotion comes gratitude and recompense...And you know how generous your master is~”
That was true. Permanent employment, living in a palace, being surrounded by beautiful snake women and now a sumptuous spider-queen...And learning of hypnosis only to be able to bask in it for a whole week in his personal harem. Hissmodius was indeed a very benevolent master and Sultan and to only think of himself like this was unworthy of a champion and protector. It all became crystal clear as Gaspard drank of those eyes as that gentle, caring yet charismatic voice belonging to Makara the spider-queen rang like a melody in his ears. Even without the sight of her lips he could tell that she was a beauty beneath that veil as everything turned red and pink save for her.
“I will now make you the best version that you can be, Gaspard Duchevalier. For your sake as well as that of our benefactor, Hissmodius. I will devote myself to implanting triggers, limitations and thoughts-patterns that will grant you the power to obtain the life that you've always earned and that Hissmodius desires nothing more than to grant to you,” Makara said, becoming more and more divine as where the hypnosis of the queens and mistresses was overwhelming and all over the place, the one of the spider-queen was methodical and precise, personalized without generalization. Surgical in a way as she then moved her eyes closer and brought the sapphire before her eyes. “Concentrate on my eyes and pendant...Focus on my voice...And drift into trance for me~”
His desire to obey and to follow commands made him act like this, yet he was also convinced utterly of the nature of what Makara was attempting, to make him better. Yes, he'd accept hypnosis into his heart and be remade again, reforged into something solid and easy to wield. He was Hissmodius' sword and shield and he was to be made strong and thus he did as he was told, like he was supposed to. The sapphire was a great sight, its deep blue color being a sharp contrast with those deep red eyes...and all of it seemed to be enveloped in the pink aura from her hand. It was powerful, yet centered and he plunged into it willingly, letting the colors sink in as well as their aura and effect. There was no low light or ambient darkness, but rather those bright and luminous, all-encompassing shades which seemed to overpower and absorb him, yet in a way that felt comforting.
“Hypnosis is like my webbing. It can be scary and feel restrictive, but it's not. Your body is comfortable as it is immobile, secure within my proximity as you know you feel safe in my hold and domain...Hypnosis is the same,” Makara explained, continuing to extend her spell over the sapphire as her eyes seemed to expand in illusions, herself becoming gigantic, towering over Gaspard in his mind's eye so as to make a showcase of her power and what she spoke of. “Hypnosis is webbing for the mind, a comfortable cocoon in which you can be at the mercy of the ones whom you trust. Hissmodius is such a being, as he is your master, your caretaker and your sole duty. His wives are the same. I am the same. We have your best interests at heart, yet now you must also show restraint in the short and long-term by understanding that you must earn the webbing...the hypnosis...And all that comes with it.”
He felt small, but he didn't feel weak. He felt trapped, but he was far from scared. Makara wanted the best for him, like Hissmodius and thus he allowed himself to be powerless, but it was something that he relished and gave way to. It was restraint in that he knew what was happening, yet her commands and suggestions were there to reinforce him, to strengthen him up. For the sake of his mistresses and his master.
“I will implement restrictions inside your mind which will only allow you to be hypnotized by certain people and under certain circumstances. As such, you will not be the prey of mind-benders and mesmerists of all size and skills. Your defense must be impenetrable from any enemies, yet never risen when it comes to those you serve...and you serve Hissmodius,” Makara continued, the arc of the sapphire becoming smaller and thus the motions faster as its deep and sparkling blue colors were reflected into her numerous eyes...thus creating a spiral of red and blue. It was definitely strong hypnosis, one which Gaspard easily lost himself into as his mouth hung open and his eyes reflected those, a single one of them being enough to swallow him whole in his distorted vision and yet he saw them all, including the ruby on that green turban. “Relax your mind, let tension leave your body and lose yourself to my power...Entrust yourself to me...Let me weave spells, my web, into your spirit so that you can be what you were always meant to be...and fall deep into trance~”
SNAP!
Those fingers snapping sent him away into mindless bliss as all was illusion before his eyes as the magic of the spider-queen cajoled and surrounded him. He knew he was trapped, yet he was caught by her and that made everything okay. Hissmodius commanded him to listen and obey and he would, because he was his master and thus he would obey. In his trance, it was as easy as that and it did indeed felt like he was coiled up or webbed, brought down to simpler thoughts and tighter hold on what mattered. The red and blue kept him honest, made him think only about what he needed to and nothing else. All that was superfluous was discarded.
You serve Hissmodius and you obey his commands.
You serve his wives and obey their commands.
You protect them against any threats.
You are on the lookout for said threats.
You are always ready to fight for your master and mistresses.
You must keep yourself trained and in good shape to carry your duties.
SNAP!
Time was weirded out as he didn't quite know how long it had been, yet the voice of the spider-queen still resonated within his head as well as the vision of the sapphire, those eyes and that hand. He returned back to reality, yet only to be taken back into the throe of hypnosis as this time Makara was dancing, using a technique that was very characteristic of the Sultan's wives: belly dancing. Yet Makara was more inventive here as she swung from a web, moving upside down as not only was she swaying her hips but she was using said motions to herself be the pendulum, like her sapphire...With that exact same stone placed inside her navel as she removed her bandages to show a surprisingly taut stomach, muscular in a way that Gaspard would never have initially foreseen. And yet looking at that abdomen moving, at the sapphire in that sumptuous hypnotic navel and the incredible mesmerizing belly, his kinks and fetishes came on strongly to implement even further adoration.
“Yes, those preferences of yours are strong, irresistible...But we'll have to compartment those too...But do indulge as they are gateways to something beloved: hypnosis. So just look and be entranced so that I might help you~” Makara said as her expert balance and handling made this vertigo-inducing act seem normal as she rolled her belly, her legs holding to the string and webbing in such a way as to keep everything in checks as undulations and ripples on her stomach only enhanced the hypnotic effect on his psyche. “The key to all of this is balance, both with your mind and devotion...Watching me demonstrate that as everything can be made upside-down and still be right...And so we shall divide your slave-self and your warrior-self...and then piece them back together in a stronger fashion~”
And the more she swung, the more the pendulum that was herself caught him deep as her strange beauty, coupled with her intelligence and charisma made it so easy for him to lose himself again, losing track of everything. Was he webbed up? How much time had passed? Those questions were important, yet not as vital as what Makara, one of his mistresses, had to say.
It's okay to love obeying.
It's perfectly acceptable to want to submit to your master and mistresses.
Hypnosis is sexy.
Submission is pleasure.
You want to please those whom you serve.
You want to be hypnotized.
SNAP!
Despite how strong he felt, how he was right now was submissive as his slave side flared up and allowed himself to drown in this ecstasy. The dance made him recall those illusory gaze-dance, that baladi performance from the queens and mistresses who used patterns of scales and underbelly to simulate deep and powerful eyes to induce hypnosis...Yet Makara ignited that side only to quell it down a little.
“To want to be good and servile is admirable, yet it should never be to the detriment to those who own you and take care of you...You need to have a mind of your own to better serve...but also so that it may be subjugated again and again to receive the satisfaction of a nice trance,” Makara said, having created a spiral with webbing, twirling it around with her hands widely open as drops of her vials created a cavalcade of colors and at the epicenter of that web was the sapphire, ever-powerful in its mesmerizing abilities. It was ever spinning, endless and constantly changing in a way that only felt all the more appealing to look at. “I will teach you to recognize those who hold dominion of them, when to accept their gifts and when to think for yourself. You must be strong, yet servile. Submissive, yet powerful. You are a champion and a slave. You're power and yet are powerless in front of certain events and people. You are Gaspard Duchevalier...humble servant of the great Sultan Hissmodius...And right now I will shut your mind down, but know that you are safe in my web, both my hypnotic and literal one.”
SNAP!
And then Gaspard lost track of everything. Whispers, the sapphire, webs, colors, hypnosis, might, being a slave, a champion...It all meshed together with visions of belly dancing, drinking strange potions, kissing that muscular midriff and tasting the sweat upon it, inhaling some smoke and incense, wearing beautiful clothing, answering questions...It all happened so fast and so strangely in terms of pacing that it seemed almost as if that wasn't him...and yet it was. He felt the comfort of the web, of hypnosis, the nearby presence of the spider-queen and then as everything seemed to be put into place, that he began to understand everything...
SNAP!
He woke up to the side of his master, Hissmodius. He was standing upright, wearing a suit of armor and a tabard on top of it with the effigy of the slithering regions as well as the icons of Hissmodius: that of a cobra with a piercing gaze looking forward, its tongue out. He didn't know when he got dressed up, yet part of him analyzed the information as he was supposed to be in the care of Makara for three days...which meant that those must be over as he felt a certain clarity now, a tighter grasp on the situation and of himself.
“Yes...This does seem to be much better...And the clothes are good-looking too. You have my gratitude, queen of silk, webs and of many legs,” Hissmodius said as he eyed Gaspard with a little smirk on his face before bowing before Makara. Gaspard looked around and quickly realized that he had a weapon, a gem-encrusted scimitar with magic coursing through its blade, the kind of tool worthy to protect Hissmodius as he held it tightly, his hand softly on the hilt to better be prepared. “Excellent work all-around, I must say.”
“You are too kind. I only did as you bid, great Sultan, “ Makara said, a soft chuckle escaping from beneath her veil as she eyed Gaspard who eyed her too. Gaspard recognized her as a queen, one who was worthy of his protection and service, of his immense consideration and servitude as he bowed, which made the spider-queen chuckle anew. “He was a very, very good subject for both tailoring and the other arts. Should you need for him to be a better weapon and servant...Or perhaps to reward him, do send him my way, yes?”
“Absolutely. It would be my pleasure to see you again, and not necessarily for the sake of my champion,” Hissmodius said with a light laughter tinted with hisses as he turned around and went back to the surface. “Come now, my champion. It is time to start your job in earnest. I have been convoked for a duel and I can choose who to represent my cities...and you will fight for me and win. If you do...You will be rewarded.”
The mention of a reward sent flashes of the harem, of the spider-queen and of those deep eyes that the Sultan possessed. It made him think of hypnosis and the webbing, of being helpless in a secure and pleasant environment and for a single second, Gaspard was out of it...But then he came back as strong as ever, with a response that he would be saying quite often from now on and with conviction at that.
“Your desires are commands, my Sultan and master.”
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Arachnid
Gender Female
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File Size 386 kB
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