A cool night breeze blows along the foliage covered forest ground, granting fallen leaves a brief moment of exhilarating flight before letting them fall once more dead to the ground. In this part of the forest, at this time of year, this is perfectly normal nighttime activity. The wind likes to play with dead things. But tonight, it plays host to an uninvited guest, alive and unaware of the danger that lurks behind the shadow of every tree and oft times in plain sight. Alive and unaware, yes. For now.
A young girl moves through the forest trees, crushing the dead leaves beneath her bare feet. Her naked body shivers in the cool night air and she wonders again if this was a good idea. Her name is Gossamer. Well, to be technical, her name is Angelica, but that was the name she was given. Gossamer is the name she chose, and the name she prefers (Gos to her friends.) As she steps out into a clearing the light of the full moon flows over her body reflecting off of her pale white skin, causing her to glow like some mystical creature from out of a fairy tale. Not that anyone would confuse her for a character from a children's story, not on the whole anyway. With her purple hair, copious eye shadow, pierced nipples and 4 tattoos (two on either side and slightly below her belly button, one on her right shoulder and one hovering directly over the crack of her ass) she would most likely not be a welcome sight in the eyes of any parent looking to read their child a bedtime story. Also, she was completely naked from her pretty head to her black nail polished toes. Again, not a sight most parents would approve of.
And that really was the problem. All in all, Gos had an extremely loving and understanding pair of parents. Refugees from the hippy generation, they were not keen on harping on their daughter about the way she dressed, or even what she called herself. No, that would be stifling her creativity. But what they couldn't understand was why she was so morose all the time. This was a matter of great concern for them, and after much discussion, it was finally decided that Gos needed some time away from her own life. Time away from her friends, school, the internet, and perhaps most importantly, her dreary clothes. And so, against her own wishes, Gos was shipped off to an isolated Texas nudist camp, where her parents hoped she would get in touch with nature and with herself.
To say that Gos was against the idea would be an example of dramatic understatement. With their daughter refusing to go right from the start, Gos' parents had to resort to acts of subterfuge in order to get her into the car. The details of that debacle aren't worth going into, but suffice to say Gossamer spent a long, unpleasant nude car ride trying to hide the intimate details of her tits and her clean shaven pussy while glaring daggers at her smirking and triumphant parents. After kicking Gossamer out of the car, her parents drove back the way they came kicking up a cloud of dust on the long dirt road and leaving their only daughter behind, butt naked and swearing vengeance.
Gos hated the camp instantly. Everyone was so happy and perky it made her want to gag. The camp director, Ms. Stack, was instantly suspicious of the bizarre looking girl, and made some noise about her nipple piercings being a clear violation of the camp dress code. On top of that, Gos had zero interest in the Camp's physical activities, and above all she detested having to spend time out in the sun. Gos had spent years avoiding the light of day, cultivating a pale white skin tone that she was very proud of. If she came back home with a tan, her friends would never let her live it down. Luckily, one of the counselors, Sara, seemed to be kind of sympathetic. She let Gos slip away during some of the activities so she could nap in the shade.
Now, here she was touring the forest without a stitch on after a few hours of fitfully tossing and turning on her bare mattress and deciding that she needed to get some air. Now that her naked body was soaking up the pale moonlight, Gos decided that this whole nudist thing wasn't so bad, if you cut out the blazing sun and the obnoxious idiots. As she walks out of the clearing and the trees begin to pack tightly together once more, her mind begins to wander back to the events of the day. Unfortunately for Gossamer, that meant that she wasn't paying very close attention, a grievous error when one is prey for a monster.
Suddenly, Gossamer stops in her tracks, and involuntarily takes a few steps back. Something was impeding her progress, something she couldn't see, and as she tried to pull away, it held her in place. Soon she found that her arms and legs were just as stuck as the rest of her body and as she struggled to free herself she felt something sticky pulling on her hair, and all of a sudden she realized why this felt so familiar. It was a spider web. She'd walked into them before, in her basement back home, or in her back yard, but never like this! She began to struggle more violently, trying to free herself while screaming for help.
Shifting her body weight, she tries to free herself by turning around, but only manages to wrap herself completely in webs. For long minutes she stands there, trapped, naked, struggling and desperately calling for help. But who shall answer the call?
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