So you prefer to be pushed against the sides of the mouth by the tongue or maybe just lay on the soft palette as if a bed? Or maybe you like to be just swallowed and taken to the stomach?

You're walking along the forest and minding your own business, when you come across a white rope of some sort. The rope is hanging from a tree and looks pretty sturdy, definitely recent and not old, you take hold of it and give it a yank. You quickly discover that something isn't right as you find the "rope" is sticky to the touch and you can't get your hands free, trying to yank it down from the tree has proven useless. Still, you try the stretch and stress technique and that doesn't work. Determined to get out of this situation you still try to work your knife out of your pocket and open it without getting it stuck in the white stuff. However, without your hands, you find this simple task impossible to complete and become frustrated...thus you start cursing and yanking harder.

But yanking on the sticky crap only serves to get your foot caught and, a moment later, the other, now you are really in a sticky situation. Now really ticked off, you curse and flop around to get out of this mess, however, you only result in the inevitable of becoming covered in the white stuff and unable to move. As a last resort you had tried biting the sticky stuff, this obviously resulted in a bad idea, this ending was of your mouth getting full and covered. Now that you are unable to scream for help and or get out of this white crap, you try to figure out what the hell you are going to do now. As you ponder this and curse yourself for messing with the stupid sticky goop, you wonder what time it is as you are pretty sure you're going to be late getting home.

However, being late for supper is the least of your worries, as you suddenly feel the white stuff vibrate some. You try to look around you for the source but in your struggles you got your eyes partially covered and your arms are stuck to the sides. So with your vision partially out of commission, you try to call out for help and or hope the thing coming towards you is sentinent. The vibration gets closer and you feel your arms become mobile but not for long as you sense a spinning motion, a tightening sensation! The thing wasn't going to free you, it was cocooning you and more than likely a spider! Oh God you were going to become something's food or midnight snack! You struggle to scream out for help but the thick gag that you did yourself, though intentional, keeps you silent.

Once the creature is finished wrapping you, you sense a motion of going upwards and a bit of bouncing as well, you struggle again but the silken encasement refuses to give you any more range of motion, only able to wriggle. Entirely you are in the dark, you cannot speak or move, your hearing is impaired at best and your heart accelerates in fear.
It seems like hours since you were last moved or touched, you've been suspended, at least you think, from the floor and unknowing of how high or how strong the thread is that supports you. Each touch makes you moan as it is centered to your genital region or to your chest, an occasional butt slap as a tease. The caresses begin again and nearest you can tell, you've been re-wrapped as the silk touches your bare skin and is tight to it. But when did you lose consciousness? You don't know and you worry of what else the creature did to you.

You hear a giggle from your captor and it's of the opposite sex, which makes no difference to you, you want out of this thing! Again you feel your gender teased and you shiver, surpressing a moan of pleasure and the kinkiness of the situation. You bite your tongue to hold back what you feel, but your gender does all the talking for you and you feel it mercilessly teased until you are near climaxing. And then the teasing stops all together, you're left there at the brink of orgasm and can't do a thing to finish the job, you groan as you try like hell to reach yourself but can't.
A few minutes later you feel a pair of lips on your gender, the tongue teasing at first and then licking you in longer lengths. Until finally those lips wrap around your gender and force you to release your juices all over your captor's face, or down her throat.
Your captor licks you clean and laughs again, you try to demand his/her name, but the seemingly arachnoid only snickers as your vocals are yet muffled.

It's impossible to tell how much time has passed but you don't have to worry about it as you feel yourself lowered. The creature cradles you a moment before you feel your body becoming more cocooned again, you are entirely wrapped up this time. As hard as you can, you struggle for freedom as a last bid but it is futile as the wrapping only strains in a minor way from your efforts.
The creature, your captor, seems to check your bindings again and giving more wrapping to mostly the joints of your body. In the next moment you feel yourself laid on the floor and then your feet lifted, something warm wrapping around them, the warmth moving upwards and remaining! "HMMMMF!" The second cocoon moves from your feet to your knees, then to your waist and the creature's hands coming to hold the rest of your body up.
As you realize that you're being eaten, you try to scream out again but it only makes the creature laugh. The creature swallows again and now it's gone to your chest, teasing with its tongue before giving another swallow. Your chin touching the creature's lips and you trying to give one last effort to scream for help, but soon your mouth is covered by your captor. All hope is lost at this point and you feel the creature suck you down more, now, you have been entirely swallowed and travel down to the stomach.

Your journey is short lived and you feel the stomach press all around you, you cannot so much as wriggle in your new prison, the muscles push hard against you and the interior grows hot. With air limited, your nose and mouth covered with apparently webbing, you scream for air and your lungs burn from the lack of it. The creature finds joy in your misery and seems to be rubbing itself on the belly, poking and prodding you on top of it. You feel the stomach tighten more, your bones begin to hurt now and you can't push back, your chest heaves to try to breathe. Your whole body aches as you realize that you've been pushed on more and the oxygen has been depleted, you're being suffocated and it's moments before you lose consciousness.

Fortunately for you, you die of asphyxia before being crushed to death and cooked by the constant rising temperature of the stomach. Your body becomes more webbing supply for the drider that had selected you as a meal and you serve well as healthy anchoring for the next web.