Swirling fluids of violet and black energy spun at every angle imaginable around her as if she was trapped in the center of a whirlpool. One who had never experienced this can never understand how she felt, but an ominous sensation of evil and hungry lust was felt, sending a chilling shiver down her spine. Her eyes goggled as her head jerked around to gain a sense of her new environment. Before fear could even be registered in her mind, there was an dark opening beneath her. She was falling, plummeting, but who or what awaited her at the end of this magical tunnel.
The portal shrank into a single dot before vanishing into sparkles of light after the teen girl exited it from up above. Everything suddenly felt cold like an autumn morning, and while this cooled her down after her jog, it also enhanced her fear. Bare skin being exposed to the cold air only gave her a sense of vulnerability. She felt her wrists and elbows catching what felt like thin threads, but her weight only ripped the threads straight through. The further she fell down below, more threads tangled up around her limbs and body, and soon she realized how they stuck onto her like glue as if she was covered in threads of cotton candy. Her body spun and twirl in midair as she struggled, twisting these sticky webs around herself until she crashed to a halt. Whatever she landed on felt like a trampoline that bounced back and forth when she fell on top of it, her back pressed against it while her face looked up towards the ceiling that was a hundred meters above.
Lying flat, parallel to the ground –if there was a ground or floor-, Rosa’s first instinct was to stand up and gingerly check her surroundings. Her arms and legs were spread out to where her body from a bird’s eye view would be an X-shape, and changing that vulnerable shape was a problem. Pulling and tugging her limbs, it took her full strength as a girl just to move a few inches, but like a rubber bend, the stubborn web reverted her back into the exact same position.
I can’t move! Why? What is this icky, gross stuff? W-wait… it can’t be… a spider web?
The loss of freedom in her movements frightened her; she felt like a bird trapped in a cage. Wiggling and squirming was heavily minimized. Glancing around as far as her neck allowed her to turn, she found herself within the largest cavern she had ever seen. The walls appeared like a mile high while spanning out even greater than its height. Barely being able to see her own feet, her eyes noted that the direction her feet pointed towards was giant ragged semi-circular opening that brought a dim light into the cave as well as shadows hiding behind each and every spikes and rocks.
Rosa didn’t have to be a speleologist to know that this cave was unusual, and it wasn’t just its sheer size. Thousands of strands of silky white web hung from the ceiling above that branched off into a cluster of sticky mess, and the giant web that she was lying on was the largest of them all as well as the most symmetrically crafted that stuck onto the walls with some of the surroundings webs to support it where the thickness was on par with a pencil. That was freakishly thick, and if spiders were the creators of this, she was too afraid to imagine just how large they would be.
Rosa still hasn’t given up on breaking these webs with her persistent struggle, but her list of reasons for escaping only grew longer when a shadowy figure from up above dropped down. It wasn’t falling exactly, but descending at a quick and constant speed. Imagine a pair of hands with the wrists pressed together and the fingers wiggling outwards; that was how large this thing was, probably over half a foot long. This massive spider produced a single strand of web while seemingly hovering straight down, right on top of the girl.
“AAHHHH! NO! GET AWAY!” Rosa screamed, terrified by the critter, but those eight wiggling arms could be nothing else other than a spider. Her rebellious struggle grew more violent while chanting fearfully, “GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY!” A high-pitched scream turned into a sobbing sound as she realized the futility of breaking free. A part of her wanted to close her eyes, not wishing to see this disgusting creature up close, but her eyes remained wide open, even more terrified as to what the creature was doing.
The black spider –only a baby in comparison to the adult version- stopped itself, hanging by a thread, only a few inches over the girl’s exposed midriff. There was a traumatizing pause as the arachnid was perfectly still as if it was dead, and Rosa starred with a horrified expression as she held her breath like she forgot how to breathe. Rather, she was too afraid to breathe and too afraid to move. No longer struggling, she was as motionless as the spider.
Please! Go away! I hate spiders! Please… leave me alone!
The constricted girl was straining her neck just to see the ugly thing over her belly, so her head moved back towards the ceiling with a black figure at the bottom corner of her eyes. Just seeing the spider brought the sensation of disgust into her chest.
As the spider simply hung there, its eight legs began to wiggle randomly and excitedly. The very tips of its thin stick-like legs stroked against the girl’s stomach at a rapid pace.
Rosa flinched when her worst fear came into physical contact on her body, and her look of trepidation was mixed with a held back smile. Her eyes closed shut, but her mouth opened wide, bursting with laughter, “AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! Stop it! HE-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” Somehow, saying words like ‘stop it’ or ‘please’ felt meaningless if it couldn’t understand her language, but she continued to say them in her series of pleading and ticklish laughter. What evolutionary benefit would a spider have by tickling her? Why was it doing this to her?
Thrashing around her bondage, the poor Latina regretted to be wearing her black sports bra today. Her entire smooth and tender belly was exposed entirely as well as being helpless and defenseless. In her mind, it felt as if an hour has passed by, but in reality, it was only one minute. Each second of her torment, she thought she was at her limit and would faint, but the next second would only prove her wrong.
With her eyes closed shut as she laughed and giggled, she was completely unaware of the ten other spiders, each almost identical to the first, descending down on a single thread of their webs. The first one the land had crashed onto Rosa’s face.
The girl’s eyes opened widely, shocked to find one of these ugly things to be this close. One of them was bad enough, but now there were two? Her vision was blocked off by the black spider; all she saw was darkness. She wanted to keep her mouth closed, but the never stopping ticking had her laughing to the extreme. Touching her face was what she thought was the worst place of all, but it was even worse when a pair of pincers slipped into her mouth, causing her laughter to be filled with scream of agony. The spider produced and coiled its web into a spherical shape that grew larger and larger. As the spider crawled down to Rosa’s neck, the girl regained her vision, but her mouth was muffled and gagged by a ball of web. It was gross! She wanted to spit it out, but it remained stuck like glue. Her mouth was as wide open as it can get, and all that came out of it was a mumble of laughter that was much quieter, “MMM! MMMMM! MM!” From the neck, the spider crawled beneath the girl’s elastic bra with the fabric pressing its body against the girl’s shapely breasts.
Before Rosa can even spend her time in such torment, her head perked up somewhat, and her eyes widened by the sheer madness of her situation. There were other spiders, much more that were already crawling on the same web as she was in, and the worst part was that they were crawling towards her. These spiders were no longer handing like the one over her tummy; these spiders actually crawled over her body.
It all happened simultaneously. There was a spider one each side of her armpits, tickling her in those exposed spots with their multiple yet skillful wiggling arms. Three spiders crawled down the girl’s black sweatpants where the elastic cloth made it a tight squeeze. One of them was at her groin, and a spider crawled down each of her leg. All of their legs excitedly wiggled around, and the one inside her bra was fondling with her breasts. The last pair of spiders were each at opposite ends at Rosa’s sides; they each participated in the ganged-up tickling at the tender skin of her midriff’s sides.
Under the mercy of one of the witch’s many pets, Rosa endured painless torture beyond her imagination. Five minutes passed by –the longest five minutes of her life-, and she was still conscious, barely conscious. Far away from home, inside a cave of spiders and webs, being tickled mercilessly while gagged, there was no one to save her. No one probably even knows that she was here. But, there was one person who does know: the witch.
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