Home for lunch

{if arachneVenomAddiction > 0}Mistress{elseif voluntarySlave = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} leads you away from the workshop and back into the woods. You {if@ stamina > 0}walk in your assigned place next to her{else}stagger along next to her, struggling more and more to hold yourself up{endif}.

She stops at a tree, and you look up to see a large web above you, connecting to its neighbours. From a nearby branch hangs a rope ladder, clearly made of fine silk despite its rough purpose.{if stamina = 0} Panting with exhaustion, you lean heavily against the tree, trying to catch your breath.{endif}

"I spun this ladder for your use last night. You may use any method you see fit to reach my web, but most humans find this easiest. You will have to learn to make your way up despite your burden. I am going to climb up. You are to join me." With that, she turns and simply runs up the tree trunk, before looking down from the web above.

You grab the ladder just above your head and pull it towards you. Lifting your leg, you attempt to place your foot on the ladder, something which is easier said than done as your distended belly pushes it away. On your fourth try, you finally catch it, but as you lift your other foot, the increased weight on the first causes it to slip, and you end up flat on your back.

{if arachneVenom > 0}Mistress{elseif arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} laughs from above, before calling down with a tip. "The extra length of the ladder on the ground is there for a reason, Broodslave. I have seen other slaves do this, and they tend to step on the very end of it first and use the foot they are not moving to pull the ladder around the overhang of their womb so that the other can reach it."

{if@ stamina > 0}Picking yourself up, you attempt to follow {if arachneVenom > 0}Mistress{elseif arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif}'s advice. After a couple of attempts, you manage to get onto the ladder, the silk ropes rubbing softly over your swollen form.

{if arachneVenom > 0}Mistress{elseif arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} nods approvingly as you drag yourself up the ladder.{else}You drag yourself to your feet and attempt to follow {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif}'s advice. You manage to get onto the bottom of the ladder a couple of times, but are too exhausted to climb, falling off immediately.

Eventually you admit defeat. "I'm sorry, Mistress, but I'm too tired."

She frowns, before running back down the tree trunk. Picking you off the ground, she brings you up so that your noses are almost touching. "Remind me, Broodslave, how many opportunities did I offer for you to take a rest today?"

"T-two, Mistress."

"Indeed I did. Of those opportunities, how many did you accept?"

"Neither of them, Mistress."

"You did not." She pushes you roughly against the tree and holds you there with one hand.

You recoil in pain as the other hand is whipped violently across your face with the full strength of an Arachne behind it. There will definitely be a bruise on your cheek tomorrow.

"I freely admit," she continues, "that had you taken my first offer of a rest, I would have been slightly disappointed in you. I, as all Arachne do, will however acknowledge that a **** who is unused to carrying eggs cannot last a full day of work without rest. The second offer was a test, to see if you understood your limits, and you failed. I worked you to the point of exhaustion and then pushed you beyond it. Had you made it up the ladder, I would have been impressed with your perseverance, but you did not.

"I do not know whether you placed too much faith in your own capabilities, or if you refused the enchantment in some false hope of escape, but I find myself very disappointed in you. You will do better next time." The 'or else' was left unspoken.

She places you on her back and holds you there as she runs back up the tree.{endif}

You collapse heavily onto the web as she calls out for your fellow ****.

"Nella!"

"Yes, Mistress?" replies the hyperactive elf, swinging down to meet her by gripping the threads of the web and dropping through.

"Bring us our lunches."

"Yes, Mistress." She bounces away as {if arachneVenom > 0}Mistress{elseif arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} drags you into a sitting position, returning shortly after with a lump of meat for {if arachneVenom > 0}Mistress{elseif arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} and two slices of bread covered in **** feed for you.

"Eat," {if arachneVenom > 0}Mistress{elseif arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} commands. "You will need your strength for this afternoon."

As you **** the dull meal down, you decide that you had better get used to eating this. It'll be all you'll get from now on.

{if stamina = 0}"Oh," {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} says suddenly. "If you disappoint me again, I will make a pain rod for you, and we shall see how you enjoy that."

"A pain rod, Mistress?"

"Think of it as a magical dildo which can only be removed by the one who put it in, and at random intervals will make the person whom it is inside feel like it has caught fire. It is a common punishment for lesser offences, although it is completely useless on a bitten ****, as the venom changes pain to pleasure."

"Please don't do that, Mistress."

"That depends on you."{endif}