The smithy

The smithy is a medium sized stone building. Stepping through the large door you see a wooden counter separating the front of the building from the back. Two Arachne are already waiting, so you join the back of the queue.

While you wait, you take a look around. In the back part of the building, a large forge sits. A heavily pregnant and tired-looking **** walks slowly within a large wheel which is driving the bellows, while several others tend the fire or work pieces of metal. A muscular Arachne, who you assume must be Lady Exil, stands at the counter serving the first customer.{if arachneVenom > 0} You absentmindedly imagine her ovipositor buried inside you.{endif}

A shadow falls over you and you look back to see another Arachne glaring down at you.

"Er... is something wrong, ma'am?" you ask hesitantly.

"Slaves go to the back of the queue," she says, reaching an arm out and shoving you aside. "Know your place."

You hadn't realised that was a rule, but you can believe it. You hurry behind her and resolve to make sure no others are coming in behind you without warning.

The next person to walk in is a fellow ****, brown hair done up in a tight bun, and as egg-laden as any you've seen. She joins the queue behind you. You turn around{if@ arachneVenom = 0} to try talking to her{endif} and are surprised to see a small Arachne gripping the top of her swollen belly and suckling from her left breast.{if arachneVenom > 0} It looks amazing. You slip a finger into your pussy as you imagine yourself in her place.

She briefly glances at you, before visibly dismissing you as a **** up slut, and the pair of you wait in silence as you masturbate in the queue{else@}

"Hello," you say. "I'm Broodslave Tarissa."

"Slavemother Tangra," she replies. "The little mistress is Xex."

"Pleased to meet you both. I don't think I've heard the term 'slavemother' before?"

"It's a temporary promotion for broodslaves who give birth to a true Arachne. Our top priority is the needs of the infant. We can delegate our mistresses' tasks to their other slaves if we have to look after the child. If an incubator gives birth to an Arachne, the most experienced broodslave is usually chosen as slavemother." She pauses.

"I take it you're new?"

"I was taken in yesterday's raid," you answer. You had been intending to leave it there, but apparently the conversation was enough to trigger the command you were given on the trip. "I saw them coming up the street, so I stripped naked and waited for them."

She blinks. "Why?"

"Because I am a massive slut who finds the idea of being stuffed with eggs and ordered around arousing."

She frowns for a moment. "Well, I'll tell you this: the first laying hurts like nothing you've ever felt before. If you can get any enjoyment out of your first clutch, you're a far weirder girl than me. After that, though, it gets better. Now that I'm used to it, there's nothing I'd rather have between my legs than Mistress Axet's ovipositor."

"Really?" you ask. "I thought most slaves would hate me for that."

She hesitates. "Well... if you'd told me that in the first few months after I was captured, I probably would have, but... Mistress isn't that bad. I'm her favourite **** and she really cares about me. Is it really so wrong for her to want children?"

"Not at all," you assure her. "I think it's more the lack of choice that people object to."

"But if I'd been given a choice I'd never have met Mistress," she replies. "There would hardly be any volunteers and the Arachne would die out. People like you are pretty rare."

You are about to respond when your conversation is interrupted{endif}.

"Next!" calls the Arachne at the counter. It is your turn.

You walk up to the counter and lift the bag containing Flixa's armour onto it. "Mistress Flixa would like some repairs done to her armour, please, Lady Exil."

She frowns at you. "Another one? I swear that girl has more slaves than sense. Just because her family is rich does not mean she needs... how many is it now? Seven slaves? Is that why you are not yet pregnant? Did she not have enough eggs to go around?"

"She is getting them fertilised right now, ma'am. I {if arachneVenom > 0}hope she knocks me up soon. I need more inside me than just my fingers{else}expect to be suitably pregnant by lunchtime. And yes, it is seven. Three broodslaves and four incubators{endif}."

"In that case, I will not keep you any longer. Go and find your mistress so that she can put those eggs in their rightful place. I will discuss pricing with her once I have made the repairs."

You hurry out of the shop, remembering your mistress's directions to the slavemarket.