Retrieve your clothing

You move closer to the webbing and carefully reach for the knife. You manage to wrap your fingers around the knife’s handle, but as you begin to pull on it, you notice your forearm has caught some of the web. You tug at it, but the webbing is quite tougher than it looks. You try and reach your other hand past the web to hand off the knife and help free your stuck arm. The tangled matrix of webbing plays tricks with your eyes, making it hard to judge where one strand starts and another ends. You quickly find both your arms caught in the sticky mess.

“Crap!” you say to yourself. You pull at your arms with more strength, but as soon as one arm springs free from the web, it gets caught in another strand from the **** of the pull. The more you struggle, the more your limbs get tied up in the tangle of webbing.

You keep going like this for a bit until you manage to free the arm holding the knife. You quickly get to work trying to free your other trapped limb. But as you free yourself from the gluey strings, you feel a sudden pang of pain at your neck.

You yell out and quickly turn around, seeing a black form in the shape of a large spider before your eyes. Its body is almost as big as your torso. It swings about from a strand of webbing, having quietly lowered itself from above. You try and raise your knife to swat at it, but your arm feels numb. You awkwardly swing at the arachnid, but the numbness spreads through your fingers, causing the knife to fly out of your grip before you could strike.

The spider reaches out its skinny long limbs and grabs hold of you. You feel it crawl down your body and swing itself around your hips, placing itself on your back. You try and reach around yourself in order to pull it off, but your arms are quickly losing strength.

As you twist about, the spider’s long legs wrap around your waist, locking itself to your body. You feel another pang of pain hit your back as the spider bites you again. More venom flows into your blood stream, making your head feel heavier and heavier.

You fall forward onto your knees, your palms and the side of your face pressing against the dirt, your backside sticking upward into the air. You feel the cool air brush against your sex, making you aware to the fact that not only does it feel much more sensitive, but it’s grown wet.

You groan as you feel your clit light up with heat. It grows so hot and sensitive that you are no longer trying to pry the creature off, but instead digging your nails into the earth from the sensation.

Your backside wiggles wantonly against your will. The spider takes heed of your writhing form and begins to proceed with its intentions. You simply claw at the ground, your mouth open in lustful panting, unaware of the thick, white tube extending from the end of the spider’s abdomen. It curls downward toward your feminine slit and begins to run its thick head up and down your crease.

Your eyes fly open and you glance between your legs, seeing the foreign object pressing firmly at your sex. Nearly the size of your wrist, it pokes and prods, looking for the warm entrance it so covets.