Morning

You are awoken from your dreams by your hammock being shaken roughly.

"Wake up, Traitor. You have work to do," comes Turyne's voice. "You chose this life, so I'm going to make sure you pull your weight. I won't have some stuck up bitch slacking off and making more work for me because slavery doesn't match up to her fucked up fantasies and Mistress favours her."

Remembering Mistress Flixa's instructions from the night before, you climb out of the hammock and make your way over to where Mistress is waiting for Wyna to serve her breakfast.

She smiles widely when she sees you{if arachneVenomAddiction > 0} and your eyes are drawn to the pair of fangs she reveals{endif}.

"Good morning, Tarissa. I hope you are ready for today. You are already cute, but I think you will look so much cuter weighed down by my eggs."{if arachneVenomAddiction > 0} She pauses. "You look like someone who wants me to bite them again."{endif}

"Yes{if arachneVenomAddiction > 0} please{endif}, Mistress," you reply.

{if arachneVenomAddiction > 0}She leans forward, opening her mouth, and you eagerly expose your neck. The fangs sink in and you feel a familiar fire spreading through your body. As it concentrates back into your pussy and the haze slides over your thoughts, you slide your fingers inside, needing some relief.

"Thank you, Mistress," you slur.

{endif}"Good," she replies. "Now, there has been a minor change of plans for the day. My armour took a little damage during yesterday's raid, so I need to get it repaired. You will feed the incubators after breakfast as planned, and then we will both go into town. You will be taking my armour to the smith while I hire a cumslave to knock me up."

"OK, Mistress."

"Excellent. Now eat."

You are passed food by Wyna, more of the dull **** feed on bread, and sit down to eat it.

As you are preparing to leave, Flixa gives you a heavy bag. "This contains my armour. You are to take it to Exil's smithy and tell her that I sent you to get it repaired. I will point it out once we reach town.

"There is also the matter of proper behaviour for a **** in public. When referring to any Arachne other than me, you should use the title, 'Lady' before her name, unless told to use a different title, such as with Slavemistress Tilxe. When speaking to another Arachne, you will call her ma'am, or by her name and title. As my third ranked broodslave, you are to walk four paces directly behind me, and you will not speak unless spoken to. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Climb down and follow me."

As you set off, your new mistress looks back at you. "I am curious. Explain to me why you chose to surrender to me. Leave out no details."

You remain silent for a moment, considering your answer before replying. "I visited an Arachne town once, a couple of years ago. It might have been this one. I saw all the slaves stuffed with eggs and started having fantasies of that happening to me. I was in town for a couple of days, and by the end of it, I was seriously considering asking to be taken. The only reason I didn't was because I was worried about what the others in the group would think of me. I went back to the village and did my best to forget all about it.

"Then you came to raid the village, and I realised that I could satisfy my fantasies without anyone knowing that this was what I wanted. I saw people being brought out of their houses naked and collared, so I stripped off and made it easy for you to collar me."

Flixa nods, but a frown starts to form on her face. "I take it that {if@ arachneVenom = 0}even now, you are still worried about the opinions of your fellow slaves."

You nod. "Yes, Mistress. Turyne already thinks of me as a traitor. I'd hate to turn all of my friends against me as well."

She looks slightly sad, before shaking her head. "Slap your face as hard as possible."

Your hand obeys the command and your cheek burns from the impact.

"You are my ****. You care only about my opinions. The opinions of other slaves do not matter to you. My opinion is that this is something you should be proud of. I forbid you to lie about how you were captured, or otherwise conceal it if the subject arises in conversation. You will display no shame in the admission."

"OK, Mistress.{else}my venom has burned through any shame you feel."

"Yes, Mistress. I don't care about that if it means I can get fucked.{endif}"

"Good. The only shame you should feel is if you bring shame upon me or disappoint me."

The pair of you continue on in silence.

The town square is surrounded by several shops made of varying combinations of wood and stone, with a large, wooden frame in the middle. Flixa points out Exil's smithy and gives you directions to the slavemarket, before telling you to complete your task and then come to find her.