Thin blue strings entwined his naked body. The threads hung him out arms splayed in a spider web of blue silk that hung over a chasm. A figure stalked along a thread, approaching him without a sound. A tall blue-haired woman wearing black leather stood over him, hands on her hips.

She clicked her tongue. "Seems I've caught a fly. Shall I play with you?"

"My safe word is Jueyun Chilli."

Yelan frowned. "Seems like you've got a different safe word for every occasion. Why is that?"

"Long story. Anyways, you're not here to talk, are you?"

"No, I suppose not."

Yelan flicked her wrist. Blue lines sprung out, penetrating his nostrils, anus, and his mouth. Two thin threads wrapped the tips of his nipples and tugged. It hurt a bit. Her lines squeezed his cock and balls, driving him to full mast.

Then, those threads enwrapped his waist.

The line brought him up so his waist was level with hers. Her entrance hung right above his erection, dripping wet. With a flick of her wrist, she pulled him inside of her. Yelan growled her approval.

"I'm going to use you like a toy," she hissed.

Those threads pulled him in and out. He couldn't move his arms or legs. He couldn't even buck his hips. Now, Yelan had total control over him. She intended to use it.

Her free hand cupped his testicles. She squeezed, prying out his cries.

"Sorry, is that too much?"

"No," he said, "I'm fine."

"Good. Because you have a long night ahead of you."