Drider

As you wander down the winding halls, there's a noticeable change in your surroundings. What used to be sparse cobwebs in the corners of stone archways has now become a lining down the corridor. Draping down every wall is a white, silky web spun from a spider of what you presume to be a massive size. Hopefully, the risk is worth the reward in finding a treasure or two to take back home with you down this path.

Suddenly, as your standing still in contemplation, a muffled cry from a bound mouth catches your attention. Being the hero that you are, you must go investigate. Whoever is held captive might be your key out of here, or maybe they can become a valuable ally in this lonely place. Who would you be if you didn't attempt to rescue someone in need? Your {if

Elf = 1}girly{elseif

Orc = 1}muscle-bound{endif

} legs are {if

Submission >= 50}trembling with terror{elseif Submission < 50}holding steady for the moment{endif

}. You inhale deeply through your {if

Elf = 1}adorable button nose{endif

}{if Orc = 1}wide-set flared nostrils{endif

} only to be hit in the face by the pungent odor of cum flowing from somewhere nearby. The smell of sex wafts in the air all around you.

You rush down the hall through the growing amount of webbing that slows down your feet. The light source from behind you has become non-existent, so you draw a torch and follow the sound of muted sobbing. You turn a corner and see it - a fat abdomen spinning silk around a wriggling victim. You have only moments to react before the creature inevitably sees the light of your torch.