Fertilisation

The journey is not long. You are led to a large, wooden frame in what is obviously the centre of town.

"Lie on the flat part, Broodslave. Face down, buttocks in the air, and legs hanging loosely."

You obey, wincing as the action puts pressure on your egg-stuffed belly and rolls you forward so your rear is much higher than your head.

"Cumslave, stand behind her, between her legs, put your dick as far into her pussy as you can, and then wait for orders."

You feel his penis as it enters you. Even in its magically engorged state, it's tiny compared to {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif}'s ovipositor, barely touching the walls of your stretched and gaping pussy. {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress has claimed your pussy entirely{else@}Your eyes begin to water as you realise your mistress has ruined you{endif}. You'll never be able to take pleasure from a man again.

You gape wide enough that you would never be able to stimulate him enough normally. It seems that this was foreseen by those who designed the enchantments on his penis, however, as no sooner is he fully inside than it begins pulsing and the first shot of cum sprays inside you, followed by a second, copious amounts escaping through your loose entrance and splattering on the ground.

"Cumslave, hold her opening closed tightly around your penis."

You are uncomfortably pinched as he obeys her command, and you feel the warm liquid running deeper inside you, passing your abused cervix and covering the eggs. A normal man would be spent by now, but his enchantments keep him spraying his baby batter into you as you feel his balls gradually shrink.

Finally, after about a minute, his testicles now a far more normal size, the flow dries up. He still twitches inside you, trying to pump in something that isn't there, but he is completely spent.

"Broodslave, is he finished?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Cumslave, release her and pull out. Then go and stand over there."

As he drags his still erect penis out of you, a torrent of semen escapes you, running down your belly and onto the frame and the ground.

"Stand up, Broodslave."

More comes pouring out, splattering on the ground at your feet.

{if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} looks between you and the {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}cumslave{else@}man{endif}. "I need to return him in the same condition I was given him. Clean him off, Broodslave. With your tongue. I do not want to see a single drop of semen on him."

You walk towards him, still dripping with his load as you do so, and kneel in front of him. Your tongue comes out, and a powerful, salty taste fills your mouth as you run it fully along the length of his shaft. He groans slightly as you repeat the action from a slightly different angle. "Is he getting off on this?" you wonder. It doesn't change your actions, however. You were ordered to clean him, so that's what your body does.

After several long runs up his penis, you move onto his balls, and then his legs. Soon, as ordered, there is no sign left on him of what he was made to do with you, although your lower body has not received the same cleaning.

Finally, {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} pronounces herself satisfied, and orders the pair of you to follow her back to the slavemarket.