Dinner

"It is dinner time," Flixa says matter-of-factly{if arachneVenom > 0}. "You have done well, so I will allow you to masturbate while you eat, but not before."

You smile widely. You'll finally be able to deal with that agonising need.{else@}, as though what she just did is perfectly normal. "Wyna should have finished preparing it by now.{endif}

"Wyna!" she calls.

"Yes, Mistress?" a voice responds from a short distance away.

"Have you finished preparing dinner for yourself and the other broodslaves?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Come over here with it. Turyne, you come over too."

Two women arrive in front of you. The first is middle-aged, with a few grey hairs clearly visible in her otherwise brown locks. She is holding several pieces of bread with a thick, grey paste spread over them.

The second is about your age, maybe a year or two older. She has shoulder-length, straight, blonde hair, and scowls at Flixa.

Both, naturally, are heavy with eggs.

"Who is this, Mistress?" the older woman asks.

"Wyna, Turyne, this is Broodslave Tarissa. She is my new broodslave and is to receive the food you prepared for Nikarak, who is now an incubator and should be addressed as such, and fed like the rest of them. Tarissa, these are Broodslaves Wyna and Turyne. Wyna was originally one of my mother's broodslaves, but she passed her on to me when I came of age. Turyne, I bought at the slavemarket about five months ago. She is... still adjusting to her new station in life."

Wyna looks at you with pity in her eyes, and passes you two of the slices of bread. Turyne just looks angry.

Then Flixa continues.

"I found Tarissa kneeling on the floor, naked and dripping when I went to search her house, and I knew I had to have her. Anyway, eat up.{if arachneVenom > 0} Tarissa, as I said, you may masturbate while you eat."

You groan with pleasure as you immediately slip a finger into your burning fuckhole while your other hand brings the food to your mouth. You barely notice the bland taste when compared to the overwhelming relief running through you.

Your **** mind quickly comes to the conclusion that you need more, and you quickly slip a second finger in, followed by he rest of your fingers at once. You're now stretching yourself well beyond anything you've taken before, and while a small voice in the back of your mind insists that it should hurt, all you feel is overwhelming pleasure, as you continue to eat as barely an afterthought.

The pleasure continues to build, but you're still nowhere close to orgasm when Flixa stops you.{else@}"

The paste on the bread tastes extremely bland, and is definitely not something you would ever choose to eat, but you eat steadily. Looking at your fellow broodslaves, you see that Turyne's glare has shifted to you.

The meal passes in silence, Flixa chomping eagerly through a lump of raw meat while the three of you have your bread.

Once you have finished eating, Flixa gives another command.{endif} "Tarissa, go and watch Turyne as she feeds the incubators, it will be your job soon, as the least experienced broodslave. Turyne, talk her through the process."

"Yes, Mistress," the pair of you say{if arachneVenom > 0}{else@}, Turyne's scowl deepening{endif}.

Turyne leads you across the web to a hole in a tree trunk. Reaching inside, she pulls out a loaf of bread and a glass jar containing the same grey paste you just ate. "This is the food storage, Traitor. This is where you'll find the bread and **** feed, and Mistress's meat, as well as the tools for working with them."

{if arachneVenom > 0}You vaguely register that she just called you a traitor, but between the burning feeling returning to your pussy and having been ordered to observe, you can't bring yourself to care.{else@}You frown, confused. "What do you mean, 'Traitor'?"

She looks at you with rage in her eyes. "What do I mean?" she practically yells. "I heard what Mistress said. Kneeling on the floor, naked and dripping? You let her catch you. You wanted her to catch you."

She pauses, taking a few deep breaths. "I never wanted this life, and the thought that you would willingly choose it... You disgust me, and until I'm ordered otherwise, I refuse to call you anything but what you are: a filthy traitor."{endif}

She pulls a knife, a board, and a large spoon from the storage hole, and begins to slice the bread. "You have to cut the bread thinly, it's only there to put the **** feed onto. Once you've done that, you take a large spoonful using this spoon and spread it evenly across a slice. Each incubator gets two slices. So with... Incubator... now being an incubator, that makes eight slices."

She prepares the rest of the meals in silence, before picking up two of the slices and telling you to follow her over to the first incubator.{if arachneVenom > 0}{else@} It's the woman you saw after climbing up.{endif}

"Dinner time, Incubator," Turyne says.

The bound woman opens her mouth wide within the cocoon and Turyne carefully puts the bread into it, holding it in place so she can eat it.

While she waits, Turyne looks back at you. "You have to call it by 'Incubator' or it won't open its mouth. Not that we have any choice in the matter, being under orders to refer to it as either 'Incubator' or 'it'. You have to put the food into its mouth, and keep it there until all of it is gone."

She does exactly that, before leading you around to do the same for the other three stuck women.

Once you're done, Flixa comes over and points to a silk hammock. "That used to be Nikarak's hammock. Now it is yours. Climb in and get some sleep. In the morning, I expect you to be up for breakfast with your fellow slaves. After your breakfast, you will give the incubators breakfast, with Turyne supervising.

"While you do that, I will be away getting my eggs fertilised, and then we can have some fun knocking you up.

"Goodnight, Tarissa."

"Goodnight, Mistress," you reply, already climbing into the hammock.

After a long and tiring day, sleep claims you quickly. You dream of being so full of eggs that you are completely trapped under your massive belly.