Helping Hands and Vengeful Looks (Patreon)

Rachnera groaned as she came to. Her vision blurred as her eyes adjusted to the light. Her surroundings weren’t difficult to digest; the room was exactly as she remembered it, only she noticed two strange objects slowly crystalizing into view before her. <i>Oh. Goddammit. These stupid legs.</i> Rachnera groaned again at the sight of them, the memory of her previously endured torment still fresh in her mind. As her wits returned, she noticed she was sitting up. Shuffling in her seat, she looked down at the rope keeping her arms tightly bound to her sides, and couldn’t help but notice that others were sitting with her.

She blinked, almost in disbelief, as she faced, in turn, Lala to her right and Kiira to her left. The dullahan was wearing a clearly glum look, while the bee’s expression was one of more pronounced passion. There was outright anger in her eyes, made all the fiercer by the peevish arch of her eyebrows.

Rachnera turned her face away from both and set her sights forward, her eyes shut and her cheeks puffed.

“You’re not gonna ask why you’re here?” Kiira asked. Rachnera pursed her lips tighter. She heard the bee tsk beside her. Before she could help herself, the spider’s lips parted as a burst of squealing laughter filled the air. She tried to kick her feet, but found them still paralyzed from the bee’s venom.

“Ask us why you’re here.” Kiira pressed the subject again.

A low growl bubbled in Rachnera’s throat, the sound menacing enough to issue a whimper from the dullahan beside her until the spider felt the bee’s sharp fingernails skitter across her sole again. Helpless mirth filled the air, the sound even more frantic, somehow even surprising the spider in how suddenly it gushed from her lips.

“Ohokahay! OhohokahahayEEEEeheehe! Stahahahap!”

Kiira glared at Rachnera as her cruel fingertips continued their wicked dance. All the spider could do was laugh as she felt sharp nails glide between her toes, rake beneath her arch, skim along her sides. The bee’s dexterous touch made it feel as though there were four hands on her foot at the same time, determined to drive her insane with laughter.

“WhyEEEEHEEHEEK! Why ahaham I hehehehere?!”

The bee stopped her assault for a moment.

“Why should I hog all the fun?" the bee asked in reply.

Kiira gestured at Lala, whose air of nervous energy seemed even more frazzled than usual.

“L-lala, please…” Rachnera began, through great gulps of breath that did nothing to calm the hammering of her heart.

“Y-ou were really m-mean okay!” the dullahan blurted out all at once.

The spider felt the feather in Lala’s hands before she saw it. The first delicate kiss grazed along the round of her heel. Rachnera bit back a sputtering giggle at that. The next dragged more slowly and hesitantly beneath her toes. The spider jumped at the touch beneath her pinky toe, and was outright squealing by the time the feather was beneath her index toe. The feather left its position again to glide uncertainly across the arch, when suddenly the sharp peals of laughter took her by surprise. Lala stopped what she was doing to look back at Kiira, who was using all four of her hands to assault the spider’s defenseless foot.

“Come on, Lala! You can do better than that! Look at her!”

Lala did. The mortified blush deepened on the dullahan’s face as she took in the spider’s desperate, beautiful visage. That laughter, however unwilling, was musical, deep and howling one second and peppered with delightfully bubbly squealing the next, punctuated here and there with a sudden shriek whenever Lala’s nervous feathering accidentally brushed just the right spot. Tears streamed down Rachnera’s reddening cheeks as she threw Lala a look of pitiful supplication. The look was all the spider had, as she could not even form words through the storm of her hysteria. 

The dullahan glanced down to the spider’s foot again. She could see the methodical savagery in the bee’s every brush and stroke. She could almost imagine each little jolt of ticklish fire lancing along the spider’s nerves and… all at once, she didn’t have to imagine anymore. Somewhere, in the back of Lala’s mind, she remembered how Rachnera made her feel. How it was the dullahan’s tender foot bottoms being subject to such skillful, sharp, and <i>eager</i> fingertips. It was once her sensitive skin turning brighter and brighter shades of pink beneath such an unrelenting assault. It was once her cries that fell on deaf ears as she begged for the torture to stop.

A fierce, resentful snarl curled the dullahan’s lips to bare her teeth. What last hope for mercy remained in Rachnera’s mind vanished immediately when she saw Lala reach over with both hands.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOYEEEEHEHEEEEEKAHAHAHA!”

Rachnera shut her eyes and threw her head wildly from side to side as the fresh, frantic laughter overtook her. Lala had set the feather firmly between her last two toes and was digging in with her fingernails. What her technique lacked in precision, it more than made up for brutality. Anchoring her thumbs against the back of the spider’s foot, Lala’s nails scribbled murderously along her captive’s sole. Her fingers sank easily into the lush, delicate skin, and her assault rocked the feather’s placement, its vanes bristling against the sensitive stalks of the spider’s toes. The silky feeling was enough to encourage Lala’s enthusiasm, even as the perspiration rising on Rachnera’s flesh made the dullahan’s every fingerstroke all the wilder and slicker. 

“Much better,” Kiira said with a smirk. Lala’s face was almost as red as Rachnera’s as she continued to work, and if she heard the bee’s words, she showed no sign of it. Kiira giggled coyly and returned to her own work. Red was certainly a theme here. Reddening faces, reddening soles, red-eye revenge, and a breathless, screaming spider, who would most certainly be begging for a red light to the torture if her abusers had half a care to listen.

Kiira closed her eyes as she drank in the raucous, desperate laughter. She wondered how long Rachnera would hold out for this time before she passed out.