Breeding

"Get down on your hands and knees with your legs spread apart and your rear towards me,{if voluntarySlave=true}" Mistress orders{else} please," Xyl asks{endif}.

You {if voluntarySlave=true}obey{else}do as she asks{endif}, excitement rising as you anticipate the task you volunteered yourself for.

The underside of {if voluntarySlave=true}Mistress{else}Xyl{endif}'s spider abdomen brushes up your back as she walks forward to straddle you. Her middle two pairs of legs gently loop underneath you, one pair latching on below your breasts and the other pulling back on your thighs until you are carefully lifted off the ground.

"Arms above your head,{if voluntarySlave=true}{else} please,{endif}" she says, taking hold of them as you comply. "Help me to hook your ankles over my hind legs."

In seconds, you hang beneath her in a standard breeding position. You start to breathe heavily as something brushes your inner thigh. Then you feel it.

{if voluntarySlave=true}Mistress{else}Xyl{endif}'s ovipositor gently prods at your pussy lips, leaving a cool liquid behind. "This stage is very important," she says from above you. "Without my secretions, your skin would not stretch far enough for you to safely take me or my eggs. Unfortunately, it does nothing to reduce the pain of the stretching. I will try to be as gentle as possible, but I expect this will still hurt a lot."

She pushes the very tip into your cunt, allowing the fluids to run into your passage in preparation for a full penetration. "Try to relax. It will make it easier for both of us. I will push in on three.

"One..."

"Two!" Pain erupts from your nethers as she pushes in early.

"Sorry for lying, but it meant you did not tense up involuntarily. Now, most Arachne would just pound their way deeper at this point, but twisting works just as well and supposedly hurts less." True to her word, the thick shaft begins twisting inside you. You begin to moan as it rubs against your walls, the stimulation still pleasurable despite the burning pain.

Deeper and deeper it twists in, your moans becoming more and more perverse, until an orgasm crashes through your mind.

This only seems to encourage her. By the time you recover, her tip is resting against your cervix, and she is twisting harder than ever. Another wave of pleasure rises within you, and then...

Your scream of pleasure turns to one of agony as she forces her way into your womb on the back of your second orgasm.

As your senses return, you feel that {if voluntarySlave=true}Mistress{else}Xyl{endif} has stopped moving. "Are you OK, Tarissa?" she asks.

"It h-hurts{if voluntarySlave=true}, Mistress{endif}," you reply shakily.

"That was as gentle as I could be, at the time when it would hurt the least. I can hold my eggs back for a few moments while you get used to it, but they will come soon, and there is little I will be able to do to stop them once they start."

You take a few deep breaths, the pain receding slowly as you become accustomed to the stretching. "I think I'm ready{if voluntarySlave=true}, Mistress{endif}."

You feel the thick shaft begin to pulse, sending twinges of pain through you, as {if voluntarySlave=true}Mistress{else}Xyl{endif} lets out a loud groan above you. A few seconds later you feel something press up to your entrance.

The egg is massive, half again as wide as the ovipositor's normal girth, and the pain increases tenfold as it is **** into you. {if voluntarySlave=true}Mistress{else}Xyl{endif} doesn't even seem to notice your whimpers, lost in the pleasure of laying her eggs. After pushing painfully through your cervix, the first egg drops heavily into your womb, just as the second reaches you.

The second egg is less painful, your walls already stretched by the passage of the first.

By the third, you can start to feel it push against all of your sensitive spots as it passes. As it drops into your womb, however, you suddenly feel incredibly full. The back of your head is sprayed with fluids as {if voluntarySlave=true}Mistress{else}Xyl{endif} orgasms.

The fourth and fifth eggs are actually pleasurable as they pass into you, far outweighing the pain by this point, but your belly aches as your womb stretches to accommodate them. By six and seven, you don't care. A new wave of pleasure is rising, cresting and washing over your mind as the eighth egg enters your folds.

You lose count as each successive egg triggers a new orgasm, leaving you hanging insensate in {if voluntarySlave=true}Mistress{else}Xyl{endif}'s grasp.

Finally, you feel the ovipositor close inside you, before being pulled out in one smooth motion. The exhaustion catches up with you, and you pass out.