Q and A

The journey to the ground is one of the most terrifying of your life, the Arachne running vertically down a tree while you hold on for dear life.

You gladly climb off when she orders it, before she sets some rules for your trip. "Whilst we are out together, and in any other situation where you are the only one of my broodslaves present, you will answer to 'Broodslave'. You will walk on my left, indicating that you are my second most experienced broodslave, and approximately two of your paces behind my upper body, indicating proper deference to me.

"Normally, I would also insist that you only speak when spoken to. Since you are new I will allow you to speak out of turn, but only to ask questions about things you do not understand about your new life."

She thinks for a moment, before adding, "I also advise, but not order, you not to walk too close to any tree trunks without looking up carefully. You never know if there might be an incubator up there."

That gives you your first question immediately as she sets off. "Mistress, you mentioned incubators earlier, too, but what do you mean? Aren't all slaves your incubators?"

She laughs mockingly. "That is like asking if all magic spells are enchantments. There are three ranks female slaves can hold in our society: slavemothers, broodslaves, and incubators, from highest to lowest.

"A broodslave's purpose is to fulfil her Mistress's every need. That one of those needs is somewhere to put her eggs just makes that one of the broodslave's duties.

"A slavemother is all that, but their highest priority task is the needs of their Mistress's daughter. They are responsible for breastfeeding her and keeping her clean, and may delegate other tasks to broodslaves if they need to do something for the daughter. Broodslaves who give birth to an Arachne are automatically promoted. When an incubator gives birth to an Arachne, the most experienced broodslave is usually promoted. When the daughter is old enough not to need the slavemother, they are demoted again.

"Finally, you have incubators. An incubator is a thing that exists to hold its owner's eggs. It has no rights, not even being regarded as a person. Its arms and legs are bound so it cannot move. Its head is bound so it cannot see. It is forbidden to talk. It gets filled with eggs, stuck to a tree and forgotten about until it gives birth. Then it gets taken down, filled back up, and stuck back up. Its owner's broodslaves are responsible for feeding it. Most go insane within a few months, which is why they cannot be promoted to slavemothers."

She nods to herself, "The only luxury an incubator gets is that its anus is exposed, so its shit is not trapped up there with it, falling to the ground instead. That is why I advise you to avoid going too close to tree trunks."

You shudder at the thought of being treated like that. It seems you got lucky that you didn't end up with someone who wanted to do that to you.{if arachneVenom > 0}{else@} {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}You didn't account for this possibility when you fantasized about this life{else@}If you can consider being captured and made a broodslave 'lucky', that is{endif}.{endif}

You are much further into town when you find a topic for your next question. A **** girl walks past, but unlike all of the others you've seen, she isn't full of eggs. She clearly has been in the past, the large flap of skin hanging down makes that obvious, but right now she's walking along, womb empty, holding a large jar, half-filled with black sludge, between her legs.

"Er, Mistress? What is she doing?"

She looks to see what what you're looking at. "Oh," she says, "that is easy. I work with the stuff, myself. After the eggs hatch, and the **** gives birth, the shells dissolve inside her, creating that black liquid. She is catching it as it drips out of her because it is extremely magically reactive. It forms the basis of all of our enchanting, including your collar.

"You are forbidden to tell that, or any other secret of Arachne enchanting, to anyone who does not already know. Some of our clients might be **** to buy something if they knew it contained something that ran out of a ****'s genitals."

You raise your eyebrow. "Does that mean you intend to tell me more secrets, Mistress?"

"You are the **** of an enchantress, you are going to learn some of them whether I like it or not, if only because I will require you to help occasionally."

Your eyes widen. "I know nothing about enchanting, Mistress."

"Oh, you do not need to worry about that. It is just that the eggshell fluid is at its strongest when applied directly from the source. The most you will need to do is to rub your cunt over some pre-engraved rune sets. Do you think that is within your capabilities, Broodslave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

As the pair of you continue your walk to the slavemarket, you occasionally ask other questions.

(A/N: Feel free to comment with questions you want to see answered. I make no guarantees of answering them, as it has to be something that would be asked in context, nor do I guarantee to answer quickly, as there are many other branches to this story which may inspire me at any time. Questions I do answer will be added here as subsequent chapters with no continuation, from which you should go back to here.

The first chapter in the list below will be the true continuation of this branch.)