Eggs

{if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{elseif arachneVenom > 0}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} stands over you, before reaching down and grabbing your arms.

Her two middle pairs of legs curl around you and lift you from the floor, one pair just below your breasts, and the others holding your upper legs. The second pair quickly hook your ankles over her hindmost legs, before adjusting to gently pull your pussy lips open.{if arachneVenom > 0}

The burning intensifies and you let out a small whine. Why does Mistress have to be such a tease?{endif}

She raises your arms to her chest, arching your back{if arachneVenom > 0}{else@} uncomfortably{endif}. Then you feel something prodding lightly at your {if arachneVenom > 0}aching {endif}cunt.

{if arachneVenom > 0}You push yourself back towards it as hard as you can, but it moves back. You scream in frustration. Why does she have to keep teasing you?

It continues rubbing at your entrance for what feels like forever, before you feel it pull back.{else@}It feels huge, at least as big as a man's fist. You look back to see how big, but your view is blocked by {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif}'s body. In fact, your head is level with her humanoid part's dripping cunt.{if arachneSlaveArousal = true}

Well, you want Mistress to enjoy this. You can't reach with your tongue, but surely having anything rubbing against it is better than nothing. You press the back of your head into her folds, feeling her juices smear through your hair, and hearing a gasp from above you. She certainly doesn't tell you to stop, though.

Soon, the ovipositor pulls back slightly, and you try to relax your muscles. It will only hurt more if you don't.{else@} You look away quickly.

"Noticed that, did you?" she asks from above. "Some Arachne prefer to breed their slaves face up so that they can get eaten out while they lay. I do not, because it limits the room they have to expand, and therefore the number of eggs they can hold.

"And speaking of eggs, it is time."

You feel the ovipositor pull back, and grit your teeth, preparing for pain.{endif}{endif}

The ovipositor rams forward into you, and your {if arachneVenom > 0}thoughts are shattered by the most intense orgasm you have ever felt. Mistress's ovipositor feels so good in your cunt that you never want it to come out. It moves out slightly, before thrusting in even further, drawing a second, slightly less intense orgasm. You don't understand it right now, but the venom soaking into your brain is directly converting pain signals into pleasure.{else@}scream echoes through the room. You feel like you're being split in half.

"I did warn you that this would be painful, my ovipositor's secretions can make you able to take me, but they do nothing to numb the pain. Still, this was your choice, and this is not even the worst part."

You barely have time to regret your decision before it pulls back slightly and thrusts in even further, drawing another, quieter scream.{endif}

The pounding continues, and some parts get used to the stretching, the {if arachneVenom > 0}pleasure in those parts fading to a low buzz{else@}pain in those parts fading to a dull ache{endif}. Soon, the feeling changes, and it feels like it's hitting something. On the third hit, you feel the very tip squeeze into a gap.

Then it opens wide.

Your vision disappears as your brain fails to handle the signals coming from below. The rest of the world doesn't exist. The rest of your body doesn't even exist. There is only {if arachneVenom > 0}pleasure.

It slowly fades, and you notice that t{else@}pain.

As sight slowly returns to you, you absently note the other people in the room. One woman is watching intently, likely ordered by the Arachne masturbating behind her. Two other slaves have their faces buried in their mistresses' crotches. You're fairly sure that at least one more pair is behind you as well.

T{endif}he ovipositor's motions have changed. Where before it was thrusting, now it pulses, although nothing seems be coming out. Then you feel a pressure at your entrance.

The egg feels huge, it's half again the width of the ovipositor, and your entrance has to stretch even further to accommodate it. {if arachneVenom > 0}It's all you've ever dreamed of, and another orgasm bursts through you.

The rest of your breeding passes as a blur, locked in a state of constant orgasm before you finally pass out, hanging underneath your mistress, a goofy grin plastered on your face.{else@}The pain is intense, but not as bad as when she breached your cervix. Speaking of which, you see stars as the egg forces it even wider, but it only lasts for a moment before the egg drops heavily into your womb.

You don't have long to contemplate this, as the second egg arrives. Although still very painful, it doesn't hurt as much as the first, settling into place next to it.

By the third egg, your canal is accustomed enough to the stretching that you can feel other sensations behind the pain. The way it presses against your clit as it passes is... interesting{if@ arachneSlaveArousal = false}, but your horror at your situation prevents you from deriving any pleasure from it{endif}.

It settles less easily than the other two, not having enough space, and giving you a feeling similar to a stomach ache as it stretches the walls of your womb.

Four and five pass similarly, your belly screaming in your head that it can't fit anything else{if arachneSlaveArousal = true}, while tension grows in your pussy{endif}. When you glance down, you can already see {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}your belly{else@}it{endif} protruding around the curve of your back.

{if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Six and seven bring you to the edge.

Eight shoves you over. Your orgasm rips through your thoughts, and you lose count. By the time you regain coherence, Mistress is pulling the ovipositor out, and {else@}The remaining eggs push through your pussy almost painlessly, other than the constant ache from having been stretched too far, too fast, but each one ratchets up the pain in your belly. By the time the eleventh egg passes your cervix, Exaxa quickly yanking the ovipositor out, {endif}your belly is brushing the floor, and throbbing angrily.

She lowers you to the ground, panting as she comes down from her orgasm, before looking down at you. "You are in no state to make the journey to my web right now. I'll just have to wrap you for transport. Put your arms by your side, and just let me do the work."

She picks you up, puts you under her rear end, and starts quickly rolling you over. Silk wraps around you, rapidly forming a thick cocoon which blocks your view.

"Get some rest," she says, placing you on a curved surface. "We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow."

Sore and exhausted, you gradually fall asleep.{endif}