What good would chewing the web do? Your mouth can't even reach your arms and chest.
"Hang on, Vasu, Corey should be back any minute."
She mumbles in reply. You're not sure if she understood, but no matter.
You close your eyes and try to relax. Everything's fine. There will be a way out of this. The silk against your face is soft, and you try not to imagine eight giant fingery legs tapping down your hair and spine. Poor Vasudha! At least she doesn't sound like she's in any pain, just limp and incapacitated. Maybe the spider wouldn't have bitten her if you hadn't taken such drastic measures. But what was the alternative? Let it wrap her into a cocoon and suck her dry? You imagine a tight blanket of silk flattening your boobs and pressing your arms tightly on either side. Hmm. Sounds oddly luxurious, a step up from the bug-on-a-windshield position your upper body is stuck in now. Your hyperextended back is starting to feel stiff. Visualizing yourself as a silk mummy planking in the middle of the web helps you relax. Weightless. Secure. Cushioned. Perhaps your head and feet are unbound so that you can sip the cool air and wiggle your toes in delight. That does it, once you get out of this mess, you're starting a hotel that offers suspended cocoon beds.
Vasudha moans and movement catches your eye. You look to see if she has tried to stand again but what you see instead snaps you out of your entrepreneurial reverie.
A frog the size of a Volkswagon sits in front of Vasudha, it's giant yoga-ball throat bulging and retracting. It lets out a deep but pleasant croak and fixes its eyes on her prone form.
"Vasudha!" Your yell elicits no response. But frogs are harmless, right? It's just a giant mutant frog passing through, much better than a giant mutant spider, right?
It lets out another rumbling croak. Vasudha stirs, but her eyes remain shut, her face wrinkling as if upset that she might wake from her dream. Suddenly, a bright red tongue shoots from the mouth of the creature and plants its tip on Vasudha's head.
You scream as the tongue yanks poor Vasudha by the hair, lifting her off the ground. Her eyes remain closed and she mumbles something, oblivious to her plight. Her legs drag across the ground for a moment as the frog reels her in, then it snaps its catch into its mouth.
Your screaming turns to shocked silence at the sight of Vasudha's body drooping from the frogs mouth, slowly being sucked in like a spaghetti noodle. The frogs lips wrap around her shoulders, then slip over her breasts and work their way down her belly.
You twist and pull against the web in a last ditch effort to escape. Perhaps you make some headway, but not nearly in time to stop Vasudha's inevitable demise. The frog curls its massive lips around her ass and pulls greedily. Her legs now dangle from the frogs mouth, but she doesn't so much as twitch her toes in resistance. You hope to god she doesn't feel a thing, maybe the spider venom was a blessing in disguise.
The last you see of your friend is the soles of her feet disappearing behind amphibious lips. The frog lets out another deep croak - or was it a burp? - and to your horror, its gaze affixes on you.
"No, no no no! I don't taste good!" But the frog clearly doesn't speak English. You feel the ground shake as it hops over to your helpless body.
You struggle to and fro, but you're nowhere near becoming free. The frog hops directly behind you where you can no longer turn and see. It launches its tongue. You feel something soft, warm, and heavy slam against the soles of your feet, sending a shiver up your spine. Before you can react, the tongue retracts, yanking you and the web taut for a moment until your socks fly off into the frogs mouth and the rest of you flops back to the ground.
Unsure how many split seconds you'll have before the monster tries again, you make the most of your lucky break by planting your bare feet beneath you and pushing off the ground in a desperate attempt to peel your torso out of the web.
The slimy tongue spanks your ass like a water balloon. You are lifted off the ground by your buttocks momentarily. Your tankini bottom wedges into your slit, and this combined with the hot, wet tongue against your cheeks sparks the oddest sensation of pleasure. You let out a confused yelp.
You can feel your chest peeling away from the web, but not fast enough for the frog's patience. It pulls harder until you find your legs straightening and your swim bottom sailing off your legs and into the frog's gullet.
Another lucky break, although damn the beast for ruining your new swimsuit! You struggle once more to free yourself, trying not to think about what you'll wear instead for your next profile pic.
The frog's tongue spanks your ass again, and you cry out - not in pain, but in surprise, and with a hint of indignation. It pulls you taut, but the web still holds. The suction of its tongue against your slit is the oddest sensation you've ever felt. The tongue pops free and spanks again, and again. Your cheeks - both sets, front and rear - are a deep red and your mouth droops open. Do you... enjoy this?
The web is slowly weakening against the strain. Your tankini top stays fixed in place while your arms and head start retracting inside of it as silk strands stretch, bend, and break with each spank and yank. Eventually, your naked boobs are grazing the ground. Your arms and head are tangled inside your swim top, and any moment the last few strands of silk separating you from becoming frog food will break. But you don't mind that. You don't even notice that your head is wrapped in your tankini; you've had your eyes closed, focusing on that warm, slimy cushion of flesh whipping your ass and plunging your holes.
"Don't stop," you say softly. "Don't stop!" you raise your voice as you become aware the frog has indeed stopped. Your body, pressed against the dirt, feels the slight tremors of it hopping away. "Wait, where are you going?" you shout, kicking your legs almost comically in protest.
"Chel?... Where's Vasudha?"
You freeze at the sound of Corey's voice. "Uhhh... frog! The frog ate Vasu! Get me out of here, we have to do something!"
A pair of hands grabs your ankles and pulls. It didn't work last time, but the frog seems to have loosened up your attachment quite a bit. "Hurry up, Corey!"
You feel another set of hands grab your ankles. Then a set of hands grabs your thighs. Wait, wha-
You finally break free from the web and plop facedown in the dirt. Turning over, you see Corey alongside a handful of locals - all men, clearly your age or older - release your legs. You look down at yourself and realize the tankini didn't break free with you, and your slit is coated in saliva.
