Alex opened his eyes. He could feel whatever knocked him out filtering out of his body. He was on something soft and dark - a hard, smooth clay. Above him, he could see the moonlight through layers of what seemed like underbrush.
Report to Chief Chambers -
Subject A-72 woke up at ~22:40, and recovered from the sedatives over the course of about a minute. The effects of the sedative wore off quickly. Kris spent a few minutes getting his bearings and trying to explore his situation. Experiment commences once Kris began his ascent out of the trap-door hole.
Appendix: Some vac-web spiderwomen make trap-doors in the ground, usually out of hard and clean clay. They sometimes stay in them and sometimes use them to trap creatures. The sides and trap-door ‘ceiling’ are covered with membraneous webs, ones that they can seemingly sense from quite some distance away. Vibrations in the webs altert them to arrive quickly when prey is nearby.
Alex reached the top of the trapdoor and tried to pat away the spiderweb. He swallowed , ignoring the lump in his throat as he started to bundle away the silky webbing.
This wasn’t like regular spiderweb. It was thin, slightly sticky, but above all it was extremely silky, shiny, gossamer. He brushed again, successfully getting most if out of the way - but not all of it. He tried to wipe away some of the webbing, and quickly regretted his action.
Entry 2 - Ten minutes of struggling and the subject has become hopelessly entangled in the webs.
Vac-webs come in various sizes and types, but they are an advanced organic latex membrane, in general, and are quite good at keeping victims wrapped in specific. It generally dries and tightens on contact with air, and can end up being extremely skintight - tight enough to see features and curves through it. The results have been sold at various times to other companies, but most haven’t perfected it. Dr. Wolf has very little interest in licensing out her “children,” after all.
At 23:09, a spider arrived and quickly took A-72 in her arms. Spider-women are notably stronger thanks to the MPP symbiote, and can be quite dangerous when engaged in close combat. A-72 did not pose such a threat, though.
I would describe his body type as “slender” and “androgynous” and, in places, somewhat effeminate. The target was chosen in part based on his characteristics and curves, so as to best appeal as prey to the spider-women.
The results were quite stunning. Remote observation cameras saw him grabbed by the first spider to arrive and ‘hugged,’ as though greeting an old friend. He had quite a lot of energy for squirming at first.
Alex moaned, groaned, wriggled, writhed, and was trapped between a slight excitement and growing panic. The spider-woman grabbed him and, using emitters on her arms, starated webbing him up from head to toe.
She was taking her time, too; she started with each of his arms, then went down to his legs, then his chest and stomach and groin. And that was before a second layer, wherein she went back to get his arms and legs all nicely wrapped together like a mummy in a tomb.
He mewled and screamed, and when that didn’t work he begged for mercy.
“Aww… that’s very cute. But I think I’ve had enough of a meal of your words. I’d rather you didn’t keep complaining about my generous treatment; all the fun I’m going to have with you just won’t be the same if you’re pleading the whole time.”
The spider-woman gave a thick, generous filling of rubbery silk between his lips before spreading a thin coating around his mouth and lips to keep it in. Alex made a grunting, gagging sound as he huffed, staring down at his body…
He could see, to his embarrassment, that he was incredibly erect and aroused. Something about the warm body of a rubber-clad woman - even if she was shooting webs - was getting him feeling very unusual.
The first thing she did was wrap his manhood up, before pointing it up towards his belly and wrapping that in turn against his chest. Tight, packed up, and needy… Alex’s mewls took on a new tone as he squirmed in his wrappings.
Entry 3 - Twenty minutes of wrapping, and the spider-woman has removed A-72 from the premises and returned to her lair. At this point, behavior can vary greatly. In some cases, subjects are wrapped and shared amongst the spiders as a source of entertainment before being released or converted. Others are used for more private needs of the spiders.
She pulled off her scarf, revealing a mouth full of teeth. Alex groaned in fear, trying to scream through his gag but unable to do more than quiver his lips. She came closer, closer, closer….
...before removing his sticky webbing around his mouth and smoochin his forehead. Alex opened his mouth wide, and she removed the gag. He barely had time to thank her when she plunged her tongue down his throat.
Alex could feel his eyes rolling back as she pumped poison deep into his stomach. He could feel his belly filled with strange, rubbery ichor; the aphrodisiac debilitating him, and her noxious venom sapping at his willpower. He could feel his arousal growing to new heights he hadn’t dreamed as her tongue filled him up and eventually retracted.
He drooled, his saliva now slightly tinted black by the rubber, before the spider gave him one final kiss and wrapped him up properly. That meant one final coating around his body, and one more around his head and face as well. She’d miss seeing his face, but maybe after the ritual, she’d have him ungagged and unwrapped for some conversation.
Entry - Final Log
Subject A is being used as a draw for one of the worms that Dr. Wolf produced several years ago. The spiders seem to use them as a source of entertainment and recreation, as well as sustenance; they produce a rejuvenating serum that the spiders use for sustenance. This ritual has almost religious devotion for them, one that invovles many numbers of spiders gathering to observe it.
In this case, a recent captive - A-72 tonight - is wrapped, mummified, filled with their own aphrodisiac, and left dangling from a tree. He makes for a tasty, tantilizing target, one that the worms simply can’t resist.
The worm starts at the bottom before going higher and higher, coating him in its own thick, black, rubbery ichor. I’m told that the tightness and sensation is quite intense; having one’s entire body be suckled on all at once.
Judging by A-72’s reaction, he does seem to be enjoying it, though it’s hard to tell through his gagged grunts. The worm stopped just at his neck, leaving him to swing and buck and moan until the worm finally tore him from the tree and properly began to coat him.
There are one of two possibilities now; the first is that the worm decides to return him to Dr. Wolf, following some early programming as an intruder-capture device. The second is that A-72 produces serum in exciting new quantities, in which case the spiders will keep him as a “plaything” indefinitely. I’m not sure which one I’d prefer - being subject to Dr. Wolf’s wrath, or ended up as a webbed up toy for the spiders. Either way, nobody asked A-72. End of transmission.
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