Venom

{if arachneSlaveArousal = true}You tilt your head to the side, and say coyly, "Bite me, Mistress."

She grins, baring her fangs. "If that is what you want."{else@}You didn't want this life, but you weren't given a choice. If this is to be your fate, you'd much rather be high on something that would make you enjoy it.

"I'll take the venom, Mistress," you say reluctantly.

She grins, baring her fangs. "Tilt your head to the side."{endif}

She lowers her head to your exposed neck, and you feel two sharp pricks.

It burns, yet it doesn't hurt. The flames fill your body. Your heart rate doubles, feeling like it wants to burst out of your chest, and pumping the venom through you even faster.

Gradually, the heat fades, first from your hands and feet, and then your arms and legs as a whole, but that only seems to stoke the fires in your groin even more.

As it fades from your head, you feel... fuzzy. It's hard to... What was the word? Think! It's hard to think of anything but your aching pussy. Its demands to be filled can't be ignored.

Your hand drifts towards it, but your Mistress's voice echoes through your head. "No, that is the job of my ovipositor. Lie on your front with your arms above your head and your legs wide."

You whine with need as you comply.