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{if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Despite your {if voluntarySlave = true}volunteering for this life{else@}arousal at your situation{endif}, you still have a couple of niggling doubts.{else@}You still cling to the faint hope that someone can free you, and you have no intention of making that harder than it needs to be.{endif} You remain standing as {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} pulls a suit of armour from above the workbench and starts etching runes into the breastplate.

After a couple of hours, you are dead on your feet. Your legs burn, and you wheeze as your lungs try to expand into a space filled by things which have been displaced by the eggs.

Over the last couple of hours, {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} has asked you to fetch various things, from jars of 'ink' to various tools, and as ordered, you haven't sat down once.

Finally {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} puts down her tools.

"That is a good place to stop," she says, "so I believe it is lunchtime. Follow me back to the web."

You groan as she leads you back outside. You really need a rest.