Throw the torch

Before you have time to think about the consequences, one idea stands out above the rest. You toss the torch towards the spider-like creature trying to immolate it by using its own webbing as the kindle. One thing you didn't take into account, however, was the density of the web's threads. The flame is almost instantly snuffed out, leaving both you and your arachnid enemy in the pitch-black darkness.

You feel dread and anxiety building in every silent second that you stand still, terrified in the inky blackness, until the tension is broken by a hot, thick coil of web shooting out of the spinnerette of the Drider directly at your torso. You flinch and squirm inside of the webbing which only makes it stick to more of your skin, binding you up in an inescapable trap.

Suddenly, the hair on the back of your neck stands up as your eyes adjust and you see her face. Slightly glowing red eyes, sharp teeth that glint even in the dark, and a pair of exposed, jiggling mammaries that bounce with every movement she makes. At least it's calming your nerves to watch her tits jerk up and down while you get wrapped up in her webbing. The longer you allow her to bind you up, the more hopeless you feel that you'll escape.

"My next treat is here already? Time to gorge you with my eggs!"

You notice that underneath her abdomen is a growing appendage that stinks of the same cum you were smelling earlier. This is definitely the source, and it's growing bigger with every moment that passes. You know that if you don't break out of this webbing that you'll be the next one to be taken for a ride by that dangling ovipositor. Egg juice squirts from the pointed tip in your direction while her egg sac pulsates with a need for release.