Cut them free and wash them

Not intent on making the rest of your journey in the nude, you decide to retrieve your outfit. With the spider dead, you take your time cutting away the web with your knife and freeing your garments.

Once free of their tangled prison, you carry the bundle of clothes to the river. Sitting beside the running stream, you dip each piece in one by one, washing away what you can from them. You start with your shorts and tank top, wanting to give them more time to dry.

The web residue is resilient, forcing you to scrub each piece for quite a while. Once you feel that a piece is good enough to wear again, you hang it from a branch of a nearby tree and proceed to the next garment.

The sun seems to quickly make its way across the sky, readying itself to set. Your stomach growls, but you continue to wash the outfit, determined to get moving again soon. Through the drudging task, you can’t help but focus on the aching of your womanhood. The spider and its eggs were large, larger than any man you imagine to be. Between the stretching of your tunnel and the tearing of your maidenhead, you’re now left feeling sore despite how good it felt during the act. You crave to the take a swim in the cool water and sooth the aching between your legs.

You finish with your last boot, leaving only the gloves. “Do I really need these?” you ask yourself. You look to the water, wishing to take the time for a quick swim and relieve your aches, rather than waste it washing the gloves.

You look to your gloves, then to the river, then to the other drying garments. “They still need a bit to dry,” you tell yourself. The more you think about swimming, the more you feel that you want to do it.

After ruminating about it, you decide to attend to the discomfort of your lower region. You toss aside the gloves and dive into the water. You once more feel the cool waters envelope your body, this time feeling better than ever on your sore lower self.

You swim about for a bit, but decide not to dally for long. Just as you turn to swim back to the riverbank, you feel a grab at your ankle. Your eyes fly open, but before you can spot what grabbed you, you are pulled beneath the river. Before you know it, you’re running out of air. And despite your struggle and effort to swim up, you’re kept underwater. It doesn’t take long for your lack of oxygen to cause you to lose consciousness. Your vision darkens until your mind goes completely blank.