The sound of a door being thrown open.

"Where is she?" an unfamiliar voice shouts. Through the bars, you briefly see an Arachne run past down the main aisle, but can't make out any more details.

"Lady Xixe," Slavemistress Tilxe replies, voice coming from the back of the room. "I would say I was surprised, but I am not. You coddle that daughter of yours far too much."

"She is the only one I have."

"She needs to learn not to get too emotionally invested in her slaves. They are beneath her."

"That may be so, but she still hurt her. For that, she must pay."

You hear Tilxe sigh. "As I said, your response to this was not unanticipated. When Flixa came to me looking as sad as she did, I made sure to ask what happened, and I made sure that the one responsible was not given venom."

Your eyes widen. You had thought her eyes had lingered on you a little too long when she was splitting the lines up.

"**** Tarissa!" Tilxe shouts. "Say 'here' loudly."

"Here!" "Here!" Your voice and one other call out.

"Say it again if you are the one who rejected Flixa."

"Here!" This time your voice is alone.

She walks into the aisle below you, followed by another Arachne. The new one, Flixa's mother, has her black hair tied in a tight bun, a pair of pins tipped with jewels holding it in place. Several jewelled rings adorn her fingers, but your attention is quickly drawn to the scowl on her face.

"One more time," Tilxe says.

"Here!"

Her eyes lock with yours, and she grins, starting to climb the cages towards you. "You are likely to be the first sale of the new batch. Be proud of that, because I think you will not have much else to be proud of."

Pulling a keyring out of a bag, she quickly unlocks your cage. "Climb down and present yourself for our customer. Oh, I never explained that. To present yourself, stand in front of her and slowly turn around, so that she can see you from all angles, then pose yourself so that she gets a clear view into your vagina. You may need to hold it open.

You do as instructed, the look of disdain never shifting from the other Arachne's face.

She steps forward, now looking straight down on you, while your fingers remain holding yourself open.

"Why did you reject my daughter's offer?"

"Answer her truthfully," comes Tilxe's voice.

You think for a moment. "I just wanted the full experience. I'd feel like I was missing out on something if I wasn't sold first." You blush heavily. The admission is a bit embarrassing with all of your fellow slaves listening, but you don't have a choice.

"Well, because of that, my daughter spent most of last night crying." She looks up at Tilxe. "I will take her. Usual price?"

"Of course."

She lifts a small bag off her back and passes it to Tilxe. "I believe that should cover it. Keep the change."

"Thank you, Lady Xixe. Here is her control bracelet. You may do with her as you wish."

"It is to be my new incubator." Sliding the bracelet onto her wrist she looks back down at you. "You are forbidden to speak. The only name you are allowed to respond to is 'Incubator'. Lie flat on the floor with your arms above your head, and bring your feet up to your buttocks, with your knees as far apart as possible. Hold yourself in that position until I tell you to move."

You do so, and she steps forward until you are completely under her spider half. You wonder if she intends to impregnate you right here.

She doesn't. She picks you up with her many legs, and begins turning you around. You wince as a line of silk wraps tightly around your left leg, pulling your ankle to the back of your thigh. This continues until your entire leg is trapped within a tight cocoon of silk.

This is repeated with the right leg, before you are given another command. "Arms by your sides."

As your arms snap to your sides, you get an up close look at her rear end, before a piece of silk is stuck to your chin. She starts to roll you quickly and it wraps around your head. One of her legs prods you repeatedly in the mouth as you turn, leaving a gap in the silk through which you can breathe. The world disappears into darkness as she wraps it up past your eyes.

"Arms out in front of you." Her voice is muffled, but still understandable. You have **** but to comply.

Your arms are wrapped separately, just as tightly as the other parts.

"Back to your sides." You feel yourself being moved around, and placed on a firm, curved surface, which you realise is your new owner's back.

You wiggle slightly, trying to get comfortable, and she laughs. "I hope you like those bindings, Incubator, because they are never coming off. No one hurts my daughter."

With that proclamation, you start to panic slightly, but between having to keep your arms by your sides and the cocoons trapping your legs, you can't do much.

Her back starts moving slightly, and you realise she is walking, although you can't tell where you're being taken. After what you guess is about twenty minutes, she grabs hold of you, and her back turns vertical. You feel her run upwards before levelling out again.

"Welcome to my web, Incubator. It is a shame you will probably never get to see it." She lifts you off her back and puts you, face down, on what feels like a springy net. "Put your arms above your head."

She pulls your arms upwards, and you feel some of her legs lifting up the rest of your body, leaving you hanging beneath her with your back arched uncomfortably backwards. Another leg lightly flicks your nipple as you feel something thick begin to prod at your crotch. You realise that this is it: she's about to fill you with eggs, though what she plans afterwards with you bound like this, you're not sure.

The ovipositor slams into you like a truck, and your scream is heard for miles. It's too big. It feels like it's pulling you apart from the inside. A short, backwards motion, and it rams forward again, drawing another, less powerful scream.

You start to get used to it. It hurts when she pushes further in, but you always have a warning, and when she pulls back before it it rubs you in all the right ways, even through the ache of being hugely overstretched.

Then she reaches your cervix. She rams into it once... twice... three times. The third time feels slightly different, as though something has slipped through. The pounding stops, and then...

PAIN!

When the stars clear from your vision, you register an intense pain, where something is holding your cervix open and gripping the inside of your womb. You must have blacked out briefly, because you don't remember that happening. The thick shaft is gently pulsing within you, although nothing seems to be coming out.

Something begins pressing at your outer lips, already stretched to their limits around the ovipositor. It starts off gently, but the pressure behind it increases rapidly. You grit your teeth as it begins to enter, the pain in your abused pussy increasing hugely as the egg slides inside. Your head tells you that it can't be more than half again the thickness of the ovipositor. The feeling as it forces you open screams at you that it is ten times the size.

Sparks fill your vision as it opens your cervix even wider, but then it pops through, landing heavily in your womb. It feels heavy, but not wrong.

You don't have much time to contemplate it, as you feel the next egg pushing at your entrance. This one enters far more easily, its path having been widened by the first. It still hurts like nothing else, but the first was worse.

The third is different. There is still pain, but not to the exclusion of any other sensation. The way the egg presses against your clit on the way past is... interesting. When it reaches its destination, however, it lacks space. It stretches your womb to fit, leaving you with the feeling of a stomach ache.

Four, five and six push through similarly, leaving you with the conflicting feelings of pleasure building between your legs while your belly feels like a balloon being filled with rocks. You must look quite large by now. Beyond a normal pregnancy at least.

Seven pushes you to the edge.

Eight shoves you over. Your orgasm takes your mind off the pain, and the counting. When she yanks the ovipositor out of you, you know you wouldn't be able to tell her how many she laid if asked. Ten? Eleven? Maybe even twelve? You have no idea.

Vaguely, you hear her talking to someone. "Help me with this."

Someone lifts you under your arms and starts carrying you across the web (you presume). After a few seconds, you feel a rough sensation against your back.

Tree bark?

Your arms are pulled sharply behind you, pressing your back harder into the tree. There is a quiet squirting noise, and the hands release your left arm, not that it does you any good as something still keeps you from bringing it forward. A few moments later, the hands holding your right arm change, before you hear the same sound.

Your shoulders begin to ache, tiring from supporting not only your weight, but the eggs as well. You wonder if she's going to leave you like this. Then you feel something tug on your knee, taking a bit of the weight and pulling it up and out wide. It repeats on the other knee.

The Arachne's voice comes from in front of you. "This is your life now, Incubator, as it is for all incubators. You exist only to be filled with eggs, stuck to a tree, and forgotten. My broodslaves will feed you with food and water twice a day, but other than that, you will be ignored. In two months you will give birth, and shortly after that, I will take you off the tree. I will fill you with the next batch of eggs, and then I will stick you back to the tree. Just remember, you brought this on yourself when you hurt my daughter."