In a silk hammock

You are confused for a moment. You don't think you even own a hammock.

Also, what's that weight on your middle, and why does your cunt feel like someone tried to fit a watermelon through it?

Then you remember the day before. {if arachneVenomAddiction > 0}The eggs felt so good going in under Mistress's venom, but you're paying for that now.

A quiet voice whispers in your head that it wouldn't hurt anymore if you found Mistress for more venom.{else@}The pain you feel now is nothing like as bad as when {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} pumped them into you, but it's still extremely uncomfortable.{endif}

You run your hands over your aching belly. It's rather more spherical than you're used to, and you can feel the lump of each individual egg, just below the surface.

{if arachneVenomAddiction > 0}Mistress{elseif arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} must have seen the hammock moving, because she calls out to you. "Are you awake in there, Tarissa?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then climb out of there. We have a busy day ahead."

"We do, Mistress?" you ask, dropping heavily from the hammock onto the web and wincing as it jostles your bulging belly. Looking up, you see her nearby.

"Of course. We have to get those eggs fertilised, and then you are going to assist me in my enchanting workshop."{if arachneVenomAddiction > 0} Your eyes are drawn to her mouth as she speaks, settling on her fangs before you register what she said.{endif}

"Fertilised, Mistress? I thought they were already fertilised."

She smiles{if arachneVenomAddiction > 0}, revealing those fangs again, and you imagine them sinking into your neck{endif}. "Either way way works, but I do not find cumslaves particularly attractive, so I prefer to have mine fertilised after implantation.

"Before that, though... Nella!"

"Yes, Mistress?" comes a voice from lower in the web. Looking through, you see another woman, just as swollen as you are.

"Come up here, there is someone I want you to meet."

The woman swings herself up through the web and you get a better look at her. The unblemished skin (other than a pair of puncture wounds and a ring of what look like enchantment runes around her neck) and pointed ears mark her out as some kind of elf. Her race's supernatural agility also explains how she managed such gymnastics while unbalanced by a huge mass of eggs.{if arachneVenomAddiction > 0} The puncture wounds look fresh, the lucky bitch.{endif} Then she talks.

"Hi, I'm Broodslave Nella, what's your name?"

"Broodslave Tarissa."

She gasps. "You're a broodslave too?"

As though that wasn't obvious.

"This is great," she continues. "I know all about being a broodslave. I can show you all the best bits. Will you have sex with me?"

Wait, what was that last bit?

You are spared from answering when {if arachneVenomAddiction > 0}Mistress{elseif arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} cuts in. "Not now, Nella. Tarissa and I will be busy today."

"Aww. But I'm so horny, Mistress."

"Have you finished your morning duties?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then go and find some other horny **** to fuck."

She gives a huge grin. "Yay. Thank you, Mistress." She swings down through a gap in the web, bouncing off a tree and rolling as she reaches the ground.

{if arachneVenomAddiction > 0}Mistress{elseif arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} shouts after her, "Not someone's incubator this time!" She turns to you. "That girl... She is the reason nobody in town even offers venom to a wood elf. It makes most creatures horny but relaxed. Wood elves get horny and hyper.{if arachneVenomAddiction > 0}"

She looks at you more closely. "Speaking of venom. You asked for mine last night. It's all or nothing with me. We're going all the way with this. When we are done, if you are not under my venom your only thoughts will be about getting more of it. It has already started. I noticed you eying my fangs earlier. You want it, and I think you look far too lucid."

You bare your neck for her eagerly, and in a flash she is biting down, fangs sinking, with pinpoint accuracy, into the wounds she made yesterday.

The familiar heat spreads through you, although this time it recedes into your pussy far more quickly, carrying all the aches and pains with it, until they turn into a deep sense of satisfaction. You'd still like someone to fuck you, but it isn't the overwhelming need you felt before. You shove a finger into your pussy, only to discover that it's gaping wide enough that only your entire hand will do.

Mistress looks at you approvingly. {else@}

{endif}"Anyway, let us eat."

Breakfast for you is two slices of bread, slathered with a bland tasting grey paste.

"Mistress?"

She looks up from her lump of raw meat.

"What is this stuff?"

"**** feed. One of our potioneers invented it. Everything a pregnant **** needs to stay healthy in one simple paste. It saves having to buy food from outsiders to feed the slaves. Eat up."

You finish the meal in silence{if arachneVenomAddiction > 0}, left hand still buried in your pussy while you eat with the right{endif}.

"It is time to head out," says {if arachneVenomAddiction > 0}Mistress{elseif arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif}. "Climb on my back and I will carry you down. Later, I will show you how to get up and down when you are not as ridiculously nimble as Nella."