Zoe's near-drowning journey down the creek continues. Her panties couldn't hold more water; the creek's, or her own.
In a limb above it all, a black widow spider dwells. He rubs his forelegs together, and anticipates his next meal...
Beneath the surface, Zoe bounces off a rock at the bottom. A rapid punts her into the air, high above the surface...
This time, she doesn't splash down. At first, she's relieved...until she looks around, and sees WHY she hasn't splashed back down...
She's caught in a spider web. She's like a bug in it...
Far below, the creek rages. It hasn't calmed much since her near-fatal encounter with a cottonmouth...
She tries to wiggle free...and finds out why that's a bad idea. But of course, she's a city girl; there, people pay weirdos to deal with pests for them. Pests have taken a lot from Zoe's welfare. She just never imagined becoming the supper of one.
The more she thrashes, the more the webbing ensnares her. If she doesn't quit, she'll soon be in a cocoon...
Above, her host is thinking something similar...and yet, not so. He crawls down, and addresses her near-nude self.
She looks up, and sees him. To her, his forelegs, alone, are like the Gateway Arch. She screams. Her ass inflates.
The spider reaches down, with one of its forelegs, and jabs her in the midriff. She squeals. He jabs her again. And again. And again...
At least now Zoe knows what gender this spider is. Unless it's a lesbian...
She's small, and healthy, the spider thinks, like something from the city. I'd hate to soil it...
He flips her over, as she's still caught in the webbing. Her bottom is up. With his two forelegs, he takes turns, jabbing her in the ass cheeks. She squeals as she's jabbed.
Zoe can't imagine why this spider can't find a better mate. His webbing sure is stronger than anything SHE could weave. Not that she ever would...
While her ass is turned, the spider also jabs her lower leg muscles. This hurts her less...but still hurts.
With his forelegs, he caresses her bare arms. Interesting; Zoe's not even wearing a sleeveless top. It IS sleeveless, but...it's also tail-less, collar-less, and strapless. Even so, some guys can't stop going gaga over a woman's bare arms. Clearly, this spider is no exception...
With his forelegs, he rubs her neck. At this, Zoe nearly loses consciousness. His work is SO strong and masculine... It makes her miss the boyfriend back in New York, who she dumped in favor of her own medical career...which, even then, hadn't started yet...
Alas, even HE couldn't compete with this spider, as a masseuse. Ah, the things Zoe misses out on, by staying in New York...
Above, the black widow's party is finally crashed. On a limb nearby, a treefrog sits, perched. At just the right time, he flicks his tongue, and hits the spider right in the thorax. The strike is so powerful, the web is torn to shreds.
Once again, Zoe's in freefall. On the upside, she's finally free of the spider's webbing. On the downside, she's back in the creek...and just as much a slave to its current as before.
Above, the tree frog reels his tongue in. That dead black widower on the end of it is venomous. And yet, either he doesn't know, or it won't kill him. Ah, how many underestimate the power of frogs...
Once again, Zoe is adrift. As much as this is torture to her, she must confess it beats becoming a spider's supper...or BDSM submissive.
