Impregnation

Following the directions, you come upon a large stone building with a wooden stage in front. Several young women you recognise from your village are posed in suggestive positions on the stage. You ignore them. Your orders are to find your mistress after all.

As you walk in, you are confronted by many rows of cages, stacked three or four high, each with a person inside. The cages on your left contain women, while men are on your right.

"Mistress?" you call hesitantly.

"Ah, you are back," her voice comes from a couple of rows back. "Come here."

"Yes, Mistress."

You walk along the centre aisle until you see her. She and Slavemistress Tilxe are closing a cage on a young man.

{if@ arachneVenom = 0}"As I was saying," says Tilxe, "the best way to deal with your problem is to get it all out there. You cannot be worrying that this sort of thing will impact her work at random times for the rest of her life. It is far better to have it happen at a time you can control."

Flixa nods. "I see. That makes sense. Thank you for the advice. Do you mind if I do it here and now? It will be most effective with all of them watching and listening." She walks over to you.

"Go right ahead. I will even make them be quiet for you." The older Arachne takes a deep breath, before releasing a shout that echoes through the entire room. "SILENCE!"

The low murmur of conversation which had filled the room dies out instantly.

"Lady Flixa and Broodslave Tarissa would like to make an announcement to all of you." She looks at the two of you.

Flixa looks you over carefully{else}"Thank you, Tilxe," says Flixa. "I will probably see you next week." She walks over to you{endif}. "On the floor, Broodslave. Face down, arms above your head."

Once you have obeyed, she reaches down and grabs your arms, lifting you up as you feel four spindly legs wrap around your torso and upper legs. Your ankles are hooked over her hindmost legs, and you are reminded of the woman you saw being filled last night. Is she about to lay the eggs right now?{if arachneVenom > 0} Your pussy burns with need as you anticipate the ovipositor which will finally satisfy you.{else}

"Broodslave," she says from above you, "you told me earlier that you were worried about how other slaves would react to the circumstances of your capture. I cannot allow that to affect your performance when it takes you by surprise, so I am removing any chance of a surprise.

"Here are most of the slaves taken from your village. You are going to tell them who you are, exactly what you did during the raid, and why, and you are going to do it while you have my ovipositor buried in your cunt. You will begin when I enter you. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," you reply meekly.{endif}

You feel something thick and damp prodding lightly at your lower lips as a pair of legs gently parts them. You s{if arachneVenom > 0}quirm downwards, trying to impale yourself on the thick member{else}teel yourself, preparing for both the painful insertion, and the words which will make everyone hate you{endif}.

It spends some time rubbing gently across your opening, spreading a thin fluid across it and making you drip with anticipation{if@ arachneVenom = 0} (even though you know it will hurt){endif}.

After {if arachneVenom > 0}what seems like forever, but is probably only {endif}about thirty seconds, it pulls back, and then slams into you. You scream in {if@ arachneVenom = 0}agony, feeling like you're being split in half.

Once the scream subsides, you start to talk, **** to obey the order and spill your dirty secret. "My name is Broodslave Tarissa. I was – AAARGH!" You scream again as the thick tube is pushed further in, tears rolling from your eyes. "I was a trader back in the village. During the –AH!– raid, I stripped naked and waited to be –EEK!– caught because I was –EEP!– aroused by the idea of –AH!– carrying Arachne eggs." Your outer lips have settled down to a dull ache as they stretch around the massive shaft, but with each push it moves further in, stretching a whole new section of your passage far beyond where it was ever meant to. Between the painful thrusts, you notice the angry and disgusted looks you are receiving from those in nearby cages, some of whom are looking on with satisfaction at your pain{else}ecstasy as the most intense orgasm you've ever felt shatters your mind. With every movement your mistress pushes further into you and another wave of bliss assaults your senses, leaving a pleasant fullness behind as it fades{endif}.

It is not long before the sensation changes. Where before you could feel her pushing further and further inside you, now she is meeting some resistance. You can feel her hammering at the door which protects your deepest cavern. Once, twice, three times, ..–

On the fourth impact, all awareness is swallowed by {if@ arachneVenom = 0}pain, as you feel the narrow opening wrenched open{else}pleasure, as your newly set record for best orgasm is comfortably beaten{endif}.

Mistress is bending down to look you in the eyes as you begin to process the feelings from below. "I knew you would look cute impaled on my ovipositor. Tell me honestly, what do you think of it?"

"It{if@ arachneVenom = 0} h–hurts, Mistress!" you wail.

She grins. "Well, you feel wonderful. There is nothing better than the tight snatch of a new broodslave. The screams only make it better. I hope you scream extra loudly for me when the eggs arrive.{else}'s wonderful, Mistress," you mumble dreamily.

"Well," she says, "I guess you will enjoy what comes next even more.{endif}"

You feel an insistent pressure at your entrance as the ovipositor starts to bulge outwards. The solid lump of an egg is attempting to gain entry, and your already stretched walls are doing all they can to keep the invader out. Inexorably, it pushes in, ratcheting your {if@ arachneVenom = 0}pain up further as you are stretched around the increased girth and drawing more agonised squeals from your throat{else}pleasure up even higher and driving you over the edge of another orgasm{endif}.

Your vision goes grey as it reaches your cervix, but it forces its way through quickly before settling inside your womb. You barely have time to {if@ arachneVenom = 0}sigh with relief{else}start coming down{endif} before the second egg reaches your lips and starts it all over again.

{if arachneVenom > 0}The relentless orgasms quickly overwhelm you and{else@}By the third egg, you are starting to become accustomed to the stretching, and start to feel other sensations behind the pain. The pressure on your clit as the egg passes feels good, even if the pain is less so. The feeling of fullness as it drops into your womb worries you.

As the next few eggs pass, your belly throbs angrily as it is distended beyond any normal proportions, now clearly visible beyond your breasts even in the bent back position you have been pulled into. Each egg increases the burning pressure until you're sure you're going to burst, but each also rubs between your walls, pushing you closer to the edge.

As the eighth egg squeezes between your now gaping lips, you blow, a torrent of fluids erupting around your mistress's shaft. You lose count as your thoughts are blasted away, leaving pleasure and pain in equal measure.

Finally, she pulls out, leaving you to deal with both the afterglow, and the aches in your belly and pussy.

Exhausted and spattered with fluids,{endif} you pass out.