No

Catching your breath, you remain standing. The punishment sounds deeply unpleasant so you want to start down the best path to avoid it.

Once you have mostly recovered, you start to look around the room, and the caged slaves within it. The nearest cages each contain a scared looking man. Each has a thin band of silk around their genitals where they meet the groin, obviously enchanted, judging by the pattern of black runes drawn on them. Their balls are swollen to the size of apples, and drips of semen regularly seep from their firmly erect penises.

The next group back are similar, although less scared. They sit on the floors of their cages, lazily stroking their engorged cocks, and gazing lustily at you. A quick glance at their neck reveals bite marks. You're not going to get much sense out of them.

At the back on the right is the largest group of men. More than half of the men in the room, you'd guess. Their penises are not erect, and a sign on the wall indicates that they are to be traded for women when the next **** caravan comes through.

All of the cages on the left as you entered the room contain women. Now at the back of the room, the women in the closest cages to you all show the signs of having been bitten. You are about to move on when you hear a voice from above mumble your name.

"Tarissa?"

"Sorinne?" you reply, looking up.

The girl in the cage on top of the stack giggles. "You're big."

"Sorinne, are you OK?"

She thinks for a moment. "No," she whines. "I'm just so horny. Slavemistress Tilxe said she'd find someone to fuck me soon but no one’s come. Unless… are you here to fuck me?" She grinds her pussy against the bars of her cage as she asks.

"No. I'd help you if I could, but I was ordered not to touch any of the cages or slaves."

"Aww."

"Besides, you know that when she said that she meant she would sell you to another Arachne who would stuff you full of eggs, right?"

Understanding seeps into Sorinne’s ****-addled brain. "Ohhhhhhhh. Will that happen soon? Will it feel good? Please tell me it'll be soon. I'm just so fucking horny!"

"Soon? Maybe. I don’t know. As for feeling good? For you it'll probably feel wonderful."

"Broodslave!" the shout comes from across the room and your legs begin carrying you away from Sorinne.

"Bye, Sorinne. Mistress Exaxa wants these eggs fertilised."

"That means sex, right?"

"Yes, Sorinne."

The last thing she heard as she rounded the corner was, "You're lucky… and big."

{if arachneSlaveArousal = true}You rub your distended belly fondly as you walk away. She is absolutely right.{else@}You don't feel lucky at all, but you do feel big.{endif}

{if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} is standing near the front of the room with Slavemistress Tilxe and a man you vaguely recognise from the village. "Ah, there you are. I have hired this cumslave for an hour, which should be more than enough time to fertilise those eggs, but we should get moving. Follow me."

You walk next to the man, and try to start a conversation. "I'm Broodslave Tarissa, what's your name?"

"Cumslave," he replies simply.

"Er... what?"

"Cumslave."

"No one ever has more than one cumslave at any time so we do not bother to distinguish them with names," {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} calls over her shoulder. "Also, it would not do for you to grow too attached to him, as you will likely never interact again. Stop talking to him."

The walk continues in silence.