Are left behind

Several of the Arachne around the room leer at you, before most of them leave as well. Those that remain start walking towards their new slaves.

"EEEEEEEEEEE!" You hear someone squealing behind you, and turn to see Flixa charge towards you and envelop you in a big hug. "I am so glad you said yes. I would have hated to have to tell mother that you rejected me. She probably would have made you an incubator over it."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, right, you may talk again."

"Thank you, Flixa, —"

"Ah! You should call me 'Mistress' now, or 'Mistress Flixa' if the person you are talking to is not aware of who your mistress is."

"OK, Mistress, but what is an incubator?"

"Oh, nothing you really need to worry about. Incubators are a rank below broodslaves. Wrap them in silk, stuff them full of eggs, web them to a tree, and forget about them until they give birth. Then do it all again. The broodslaves bring them food and water, but when they are not eating, they just hang there all day. Well, all two months, really. I have three of them."

She frowned. "Actually, now that I have you, I have four broodslaves. Do I really need that many? No. I should probably demote one of them to incubator. Hmm. Which one do I like least?"

It is at this point you realise that you may have made a mistake. Will she do the same to you if you don't stay in her good graces? Probably.

"Something to think about on the way home," she concludes, before something seems to catch her eye. "Oh, wow. She works fast. Look."

Following her eyes, you see a young woman lying on the floor with her legs wide and her arms above her head. Her mistress is standing directly over her.

Flixa frowns beside you. "Her technique could be better. Mother taught me to always stuff a **** face down. That way there is more room for her belly to expand. Still, keep watching, I want you to see what you signed up for."

You watch as the Arachne picks the woman up, hooking the woman's ankles over her hindmost pair of legs. The woman's arms are brought up to the Arachne's chest, and the two middle pairs of legs curl up to hold her in place. Her head hangs just where the humanoid torso meets the spider body, and at a whispered command, she plunges her face forward into her mistress's pussy.

Behind her, meanwhile, a thick, translucent, grey tube extends towards her nethers. The woman tenses slightly as it bumps against her opening, but it waits there, rubbing gently across her mound.

Twenty seconds, thirty, you aren't quite sure how long it waits, but suddenly it pulls back sharply, before plunging forward into her hole. A muffled scream of agony echoes through the room.

"Ooh, no venom," comments Flixa behind you. "She will feel that in the morning."

Still under orders, you can't look away as the ovipositor is worked in deeper, each push of progress punctuated by another whimper of pain. Eventually, it stops, before seemingly being pulled further inside from within. The woman's head flops back and you hear Flixa giggle behind you.

"She actually fainted. What a wimp."

"What happened?" you ask, not sure you really want to know.

"The ovipositor opened up, pulling her cervix with it and anchoring itself inside. Look, she is just waking up, and then the eggs will start coming. Come on, we should move around behind her so we can see the best bits."

As you move around to your new position, you see it. A leathery, black egg is being pushed down the tube, stretching it far beyond its normal width. A quick glance at the woman's already stretched vagina confirms what you suspected. She'll have to stretch a lot further to fit that.

The egg reaches her opening and starts to press in, drawing more wails of distress from the woman, whose face is back to being buried in the Arachne's crotch. Slowly, it pushes her walls far enough apart that it can slide in, slowly disappearing from view. A few seconds later, the Arachne lets out a scream of ecstasy, and shortly after, you see a second egg enter her ovipositor. You also hear a quickly repeating wet sound from right behind you, suggesting that Flixa is definitely enjoying the show.

The process continues, second egg giving the woman a noticeable bulge to her midsection, which the third and fourth expand even further, beyond the point of a normal pregnancy. By the third egg she stops whimpering as the eggs enter her, but her whimpers as they are deposited in her womb only get louder. You notice that in the gaps between the eggs, her lower lips no longer hug the ovipositor as tightly as they did before.

The fifth egg expands her enough that her belly presses against the underside of the Arachne. There is a pause, before the ovipositor is pulled out with a loud 'Schlick'. The woman's pussy remains open and gaping, an angry red colour from the unplanned stretching.

"Only five?" Flixa whines behind you. "That is pathetic. This is why I do it face down. I never have to stop before ten. Follow me, Tarissa, I want to get home before it gets dark."

As you walk through the woods, Flixa looks back at you.

"Do you want me to bite you?" she asks.

"What?" you respond.

"Before I lay my eggs. I mean, I find you much more interesting as you are now, rather than just another venom-addicted slut, but if you want to skip the pain and go straight for pleasure, I will respect your decision."