Raise your weapon

An urgency comes to your hand to draw your weapon from its beaten and battered sheath, raising the {if

Orc = 1}tarnished mace{elseif

Elf = 1}lackluster blade{endif

} with ineffectually dull edges into the air with your chest puffed up. This is your moment to become a hero and perform a selfless act to finally stand up to the menacing creatures that dwell down here with you.

The girl squeals with excitement as her body is unraveled from an upright position into being bent over with her pussy exposed and at the tip of the Drider's ovipositor, glistening and ready to accept every inch. By now, her begging to be filled was a braindead muttering consisting of mantras like "Please, please, PLEASE give me your eggs, I need you so badly, I need you inside of me right now, Mistress! I need you more than anything, give me your eggs, give me your--" and she was abruptly cut off when the Drider finally did start running her thick trunk into the girl's engorged vulva.

Both of their backs were turned to you as you watched in near silence except for your heavier, lust-laden breaths. Your {if

Elf = 1}caged clitty{elseif

Orc = 1}green endowment{endif

} perked from the sight barely visible in the blinding darkness while your ears were assailed by panting from both women. A straining groan bursts out of the girl accepting the Drider's big "gift" into her womb. It sounded like it felt too good to put a stop to. Maybe you should reconsider striking the Drider with her big futa cock marking its territory inside the gaping slit that's noisily sucking her in and resign to watching instead. The girl isn't in any immediate danger, after all. But, sticking around would put you at a greater risk of being caught, too. What if you had to have your asshole stretched open by her massive impregnator? Your weak, barely meager dick twitches at the thought.

Just as you get complacent in the thought that you'll be safe from harm, the Drider clicks her mandibles together and spins around with more nimble agility than her giant body would suggest. She hisses at seeing an intruder in her domain and shoots a round of sticky, sleek string at your ankles. Each strand builds on the last and eventually encases you in the same trap that the other victim fell for. You know that your fates will soon be the same if you don't retaliate.