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The pain was rapidly becoming unbearable. Luckily, the drider had remained close by. Even as Teysa bit back a scream her captor burst into the room. With a single practiced motion she cut Teysa free from the wall and carried her onto a flat patch of floor. Just as before, the drider webbed her down, pinning her wrists and spread eagling her legs. Teysa shrieked in pain as a contraction tore through her. She was a little glad Aliara was **** and unable to hear her, as her moans of agony sounded piteous even to her ears. It felt like her belly was going to burst open, and her insides were on fire. A fresh twinge of pain shot through her and Teysa sobbed.

The drider had bent over her and even now rubbed her cheek with one hand. The fingers, though taloned at the tips, were surprisingly soft-- almost human. Teysa was surprised to be noticing that now, of all times, but it was true. Was the drider trying to wipe away her tears? That made no sense, but Teysa's head with spinning from stress and pain. She tried to bear down and focus on what was happening.

Teysa's order gave up ever having a family as a holy oblation. She had, as a girl, dreamed of a husband and children, but when she took her vows she had put that aside and never missed it, or so she had thought. The idea that she was on the verge of giving birth, even under circumstances as dire as these, was oddly comforting. I must be going mad, she thought. How could I be thinking of this? It was there, though, and undeniable. She was going to give birth after all, and part of her was glad. Perversely, she was also glad that she wasn't alone. The drider, monstrous inhuman thing that she was, was better than no company at all. Her captor had taken Teysa's hand in her own and was hissing softly at her. Teysa could not understand her language-- if that's what it was-- but it had an oddly rhythmic tone. Was the drider singing to her? That couldn't be, could it?

A spasm of agony brought her back to reality. She was lying on the floor of a dirty cave, with monstrous eggs bursting inside her, and she was about to give birth to a litter of spiders. Her midwife was a gigantic spider-woman with needle teeth and flat shark's eyes. Those eyes, though... while they were as glassy and emotionless as before, they were holding Teysa's gaze, and the drider's neutral expression seemed to have softened almost imperceptibly. She squeezed Teysa's hand gently, and Teysa responded with a bone-crushing grip as another contraction cramped her insides. She could feel the pain moving in a wave down towards her hips. It was building to a crescendo, each new wave feeling tighter and coming sooner than the one before it. She didn't dare look down at her belly, but she could feel roiling inside her.

Without warning, the pain built up suddenly and Teysa felt something hard and round moving inside her. In that moment all thoughts fled, all of her worries about her circumstances and memories of lessons learned as a child. All the remained was one imperative, shouted down at her mother by the village midwife as Teysa's younger sister arrived: Push! The word grew, filled Teysa's world. Push! And so push she did.

She felt something parting her pussy lips, stretching her out even more than the drider's eggs had. Something felt like it was tearing itself out of her. She mustered all of her effort and helped it along. With one gigantic push she felt the first spider slide out of her pussy, along with a geyser of the greenish nutrient fluid that spattered and pooled under her knees. Teysa barked, a short, sharp yelp of pain and satisfaction. There! It was out! One down, who knows how many to go. Her sense of victory was cut short by another burst of pain and feeling of fullness. Here came another, then. She was dimly aware of the drider squeezing her hand, of that peculiar hissing song, but the pain from her pelvis eclipsed it all. She felt full, stuffed, like a woman-shaped waterskin someone had filled to bursting. Another solid push and the pressure eased slightly as the second spider began to claw its way out of her pussy.

The pain and fear was too much for Teysa. She felt light-headed. There was nothing to look forward to: the drider had taken Aliara to an uncertain fate, and even if Teysa managed to survive this, what awaited her? She had reached her limit. Unconsciousness claimed her.

When she awoke again, she was back on the wall. Aliara still had not returned. Looking down, Teysa saw to her horror that her womb had been refilled. If anything, there were more eggs now than the first time. Tears rose up unbidden behind her eyes and she sagged against the webs that bound her. Was this to be her life now? A brood mare, endless cycles of laying and birthing?

She hung silently against the wall for an indeterminate length of time. Periodically the drider entered to feed her, but she no longer looked forward to the ambrosia. It was no use trying to fight it; the drider was perfectly capable of ****-feeding if she had to. Teysa tried begging, pleading to be let down, then just asking for a break. "Please, next time, give me a day. One day where I don't have to have eggs in me. I promise I'll be good, I'll cooperate, just give me a day. Or just a half day. A few hours."
Either the drider didn't understand, or she didn't care.

Teysa looked up. She had lost track of time, intentionally; why bother marking the days when nothing awaited her but pain, breeding and birthing? It was feeding time, but the drider that appeared at the webbed door was different. She had the same half-spider, half-woman form, but this one was smaller, her skin paler. And while she still had the flat doll's eyes, the face...

"Aliara?" After a eternity of silence, Teysa's own voice sounded strange to her. But there was no mistaking her friend's features.
"Tey!" the drider exclaimed. Her voice was lower, thicker than Teysa remembered, but it had Aliara's unmistakable tone. "Tey, I'm so glad! I asked to be allowed to feed you, and the Matron agreed. I'm so glad to see you're alright!"

This seemed rather incongruous to Teysa, who certainly didn't feel alright. But the relief at seeing a familiar face outpaced all other emotions. "Li, what's happened? What have they done to you?" Aliara looked bashful.
"It's wonderful, Tey. I can't describe it. I've been learning so much. I asked if they could Grace you, but..." she trailed off, sounding embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Tey. They said they need you here."

Teysa's head was spinning. "They? Who is the matron? Li, what's going on?" By this time, Aliara had reached her side, and reached out to put a hand on Teysa's shoulder. Her fingers, too, had become talons, but they still felt warm and soft. "Oh, Tey, I wish I could show you. Maybe someday. I promise I'll be back. Maybe the next clutch you bear could be mine! Wouldn't that be wonderful!" She seemed flustered. "Oh, but I'm sorry. You must be hungry." Taking her breast in one hand Aliara guided her nipple into Teysa's mouth. Shock robbed the paladin of her ability to resist, and she began to drink. She thought she was so numbed that no turn of fate could shock her; clearly she had been wrong.

"I'll be back, Tey, I promise!" gushed Aliara as her nipple popped wetly out of Teysa's mouth. "Maybe someday they'll Grace you. In the meantime, you should know what an honor your position is! You are the most prized clutch-bearer of the whole warren. I'll see if we can have another transferred to your cave. You must be lonely." She scurried out without another word.

In time, Teysa grew to appreciate the honor she bore for the warren. She won no glory on the field of battle, did not participate in the holy rites, but her womb produced the life on which the warren depended. It was a calling, of sorts. And though she had no husband, she bore countless children.

GAME OVER