Natasha said the first thing that came to mind.

    "Don't eat me!        

    She immediately regretted her words. They were probably a waste of breath This was a strange sentient form of life; a creature with the body of a woman and clothes of rubbery sheen, but with the powers of a lethal predator. It might not have any of the same emotions or motivations. It might be completely unreachable. She fell back on a surefire way to delay her potential demise.

    "...please?"

    Laughter, muffled by all the silk, made her breathe a bit easier. At least they could laugh. Hopefully it was one of good humor, and not cruel caprice.

    “Why would I eat you?" Her voice was warm, melodic, and husky. She had the vocal fry of an earnest actress, and the pronunciation of a creature not used to English.

    Natasha Zhukov's visit to Grainer Park had been going swimmingly, up until she was inviting to go swimming. She'd stripped to the nude on the suggestion of her host, Christie Chambers, and was waiting for Chambers to return with a bathing suit.

    Before she could say “skinny-dipping,” Natasha was being pounced and wrapped in endless layers of spidersilk. It was a traumatic, tremendously trying experience. Her captor was tall, humanoid, and smart - it had wrapped over her eyes first, then proceeded to take its sweet time in encasing the woman who was as busty as she was brilliant. 

    What a process it was! Natasha squirmed and struggled the whole way, but even hyper-aware senses and acute agility couldn't keep her from getting webbed up. The humanoid captor wasn't just tall, she was strong. She was capable of, after toying with Natasha for a few seconds, lifting her into the air for an appropriately heavy encasement.

    Silk shot from the spider-creature's fingertips, webbing and weaving around Natasha like a sweater. It was thick at first, shrinking and tightening on contact with the air. It went from a heavy sweater to a swimmingly tight layer of spandex in a few seconds. Zhukov could only helplessly wonder what it would be like in a few hours.

    It was so profoundly tight. Cream-colored silk coiled around her arms and legs first, then over her chest. The spider-woman spent more than her fair share of time spreading her webs up and down the scientist's torso - wrapping it tight, then tighter! She felt the sensuous delights of severe pressure on her cream-encased chest. Her insistent hopping and incessant attempts to escape didn't seem to win her any favors with her spider-captor though - the woman simply grabbed her from behind and provided another layer - and then another! - until her prey's jigging breasts were sufficiently stilled. 

    The feet were a quick job, followed by her face. Natasha was now well and fully webbed. Her careful captor seemed to be extra meticulous when coating her visage. The soft stretch of silk over her face felt more like comfy hosiery than sticky organic webbing. She could still blink, scream, and beg for release.

    /..at least, that was before the careful sculpting. The spider had Natasha all to herself. That meant carefully spraying additional weaves of webs to make sure that her captor's face was smooth, tight, and beautiful. Tasha surmised that 'beautiful' meant 'trapped in an orgiastic scream of bliss', since the arachnid was spending so much time making sure that Zhukov was the very image of encased, anonymous arousal.

    Something in the webs made Natasha too sleepy and fog-headed to think. When she regained her senses, she was webbed up and suspended in the air. Vibrations in the silk told her that someone was coming close, and she tried her best line on her captor. Foolproof.

    After the spider-woman had had a good, long laugh, she finally responded.

    "I'm not going to eat you. For one, consumption of sentients is a waste. For two, you are far too large. And third, you are too much fun to ever let go."

    "Thank you," Natasha said bashfully. She still couldn't see her captor. "Who are you?"

    "I am of the Lilac Gypsy clan."

    "Do you have a name?" asked Natasha.

    "Why would I? My clan is allied with the Golden Widow clan, and we feud with the Black Orbweavers."

    Natasha was quiet for a moment. The woman was tall, strong, and seemed clad in manufactured clothes that felt closer to latex or other man-made materials than bare flesh. She also felt the occasional tickle of accessories - maybe a scarf?

    "Anyway, no more questions right now. I figured we'd continue with the appetizer."

    The spider removed her scarf and leaned towards Natasha. The scientist expecting a horrifying maw, but instead saw a pair of very human lip. She took the back of her quarry’s encased head and provided her with a kiss so tender, so intimate, so passionate that Ms. Zhukov practically forgot that she was webbed and mummified by a hostile life-form. 

    Maybe it was that gentle gesture – maybe it was the venom. Pert, passionate lips and gentle licks of her tongue - the spider's gentle make-out with her mummy was more than simple affection. Natasha had a hard time concentrating on what the ritual might mean, though. The captor went further, deeper, licking at Natasha's tongue. The saliva sent sensuous tingles through her mouth - and the scientist was smart enough to know that it was an aphrodisiac and potently poisonous muscle relaxer. She was presented with the intolerable cruelty of incredible arousal, while lacking the physical strength to do anything about it! 

    The Lilac woman's tongue was moving deeper now - extending , coating her prey's mouth and throat with venom and her own rubbery saliva. Natasha felt herself being penetrated and teased, and was helpless to do anything but enjoy it.

    Grinning and giggling, the spider finally parted from Natasha's lips. She gently tapped her prey's nose before resealing her prey's stunning visage in glorious webs. She was pretty - and she was trying her best to preserve that earnest beauty, even through a thick encasement. Natasha's relaxed state and impending arousal also helped - it was easy to pose her properly.

    Faceless, fabulously tight, fanatically horny. The captor was happy to see that her most recent silken acquisition was reacting well. She very gently traced her gloved index finger over her eyes, her mouth, her nose, her lips. 

    "There there, honey. Just relax." 

    Natasha wasn't relaxing. She was barely holding together as lurid dreams filled her mind and passions overtook her body.

    The captor cupped one hand over Natasha's mouth and nose. She pressed her mummy tight against her body, cherishing the bucks and squirms as Zhukov begged for air - and for more touches. The only noises were blissful, pathetic whimpers. True beauty.

    She retracted her hand, allowing Natasha air once more. The Lilac Gypsy ran her hands lower - passing Natasha's splendidly-packed chest, past her vulnerable tummy - it was time for the main course!