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. You recognise the one who captured you walking towards you.

"My name is Exaxa, and I am your new mistress. You will address me exclusively as Mistress, or Mistress Exaxa when I am not present and you are speaking to someone who may not know who your mistress is. You will not insult me, or any other Arachne, and will speak with respect at all times. You will not ask to be released. You will obey any order given to you by an Arachne, as long as it does not conflict with mine, and as long as my orders remain your highest priority. Other Arachne will be given the title of Lady, unless they have told you another title to refer to them by. You may now break your silence. Tell me your name."

"Tarissa, Mistress."

Exaxa licked her lips. "Tarissa, hmmm. Very well, but when you tell anyone your name in future, you will also tell them your title of Broodslave. Tell me your name."

"Broodslave Tarissa, Mistress." The words {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}feel strange, but acknowledging your new position makes your pussy tingle.{else@}slip out before you can even think of trying to stop them.{endif}

Exaxa smirked. "Well, Broodslave Tarissa, you do not appear to be doing your job of carrying my brood. I would hate to deprive you of that task for too long, and I have been looking forward to this all week. What do you think we should do to remedy this situation?"

{if@ arachneSlaveArousal = false}You gulp, looking at the other people still in the room. "You want to do this here, Mistress?" Your mouth appends the last word without your input. "Now? Where everyone can see?"

Exaxa laughed. "Have you ever seen an Arachne web? We live up in the trees. There are no walls, and everyone on the ground and in nearby trees can see everything that happens. Forget your human concepts of modesty, because you will find none among us Arachne. The only thing we find more erotic than watching a **** get knocked up in someone else’s web is doing the knocking up ourselves. So tell me the best way to change the fact that I am heavy with eggs, and your womb is empty."

Phrased as an order, you can't do anything but answer. {endif}"You fill my womb with your eggs, Mistress{if arachneSlaveArousal = true}," you say enthusiastically. No one need ever know that that wasn't prompted by your collar.{else@}."{endif}

Exaxa nods approvingly. “Absolutely, and because I am such a nice mistress… Agree with that.”

"Yes, Mistress, you’re very nice."{if@ arachneSlaveArousal = false} "No you aren’t."{endif}

"Because I am such a nice mistress, I will give you a choice: venom or no venom."

Your eyes widen. Everyone knows about Arachne venom. It is a potent aphrodisiac, and you know you would feel no pain, only pleasure as {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} laid her eggs, but...

It is addictive. If you agree to the venom, you would eventually find yourself a drooling slut, barely able to string two thoughts together if they don't involve sex or your next fix.