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The pain was rapidly becoming unbearable. Luckily, the drider had remained close by. Even as Teysa bit back a scream her captor burst into the room. With a single practiced motion she cut Teysa free from the wall and carried her onto a flat patch of floor. Just as before, the drider webbed her down, pinning her wrists and spread eagling her legs. Teysa shrieked in pain as a contraction tore through her. She was a little glad Aliara was not here to hear her, as her moans of agony sounded piteous even to her ears. It felt like her belly was going to burst open, and her insides were on fire. A fresh twinge of pain shot through her and Teysa stifled a sob.

The drider had bent over her and even now rubbed her cheek with one hand. The fingers, though taloned at the tips, were surprisingly soft-- almost human. Teysa was surprised to be noticing that now, of all times, but it was true. Was the drider trying to wipe away her tears? That made no sense, but Teysa's head with spinning from stress and pain. She tried to bear down and focus on what was happening.

Teysa's order gave up ever having a family as a holy oblation. She had, as a girl, dreamed of a husband and children, but when she took her vows she had put that aside and never missed it-- or so she had thought. The idea that she was on the verge of giving birth, even under circumstances as dire as these, was oddly comforting. I must be going mad, she thought. How could I be thinking of this? It was there, though, and undeniable. She was going to give birth after all, and part of her was glad. Perversely, she was also glad that she wasn't alone. The drider, monstrous inhuman thing that she was, was better than no company at all. Her captor had taken Teysa's hand in her own and was hissing softly at her. Teysa could not understand her language-- if that's what it was-- but it had an oddly rhythmic tone. Was the drider singing to her? That couldn't be, could it?

A spasm of agony brought her back to reality. She was lying on the floor of a dirty cave, with monstrous eggs bursting inside her, and she was about to give birth to a litter of spiders. Her midwife was a gigantic spider-woman with needle teeth and flat shark's eyes. Those eyes, though... while they were as glassy and emotionless as before, they were holding Teysa's gaze, and the drider's neutral expression seemed to have softened almost imperceptibly. She squeezed Teysa's hand gently, and Teysa responded with a bone-crushing grip as another contraction cramped her insides. She could feel the pain moving in a wave down towards her hips. It was building to a crescendo, each new wave feeling tighter and coming sooner than the one before it. She didn't dare look down at her belly, but she could feel roiling inside her.

Without warning, the pain built up suddenly and Teysa felt something hard and round moving inside her. In that moment all thoughts fled, all of her worries about her circumstances and memories of lessons learned as a child. All the remained was one imperative, shouted down at her mother by the village midwife as Teysa's younger sister arrived: Push! The word grew, filled Teysa's world. Push! And so push she did.

She felt something parting her pussy lips, stretching her out even more than the drider's eggs had. Something felt like it was tearing itself out of her. She mustered all of her effort and helped it along. With one gigantic push she felt the first spider slide out of her pussy, along with a geyser of the green fluid that spattered and pooled under her knees. Teysa barked, a short, sharp yelp of pain and satisfaction. There! It was out! One down, who knows how many to go. Her sense of victory was cut short by another burst of pain and feeling of fullness. Here came another, then. She was dimly aware of the drider squeezing her hand, of that peculiar hissing song, but the pain from her pelvis eclipsed it all. She felt full, stuffed, like a woman-shaped waterskin someone had filled to bursting. Another solid push and the pressure eased slightly as the second spider began to claw its way out of her pussy.

This continued for an eternity. Teysa lost count of the spiderlings pushing themselves out of her. One-- her first, she thought, though she had no way of knowing-- managed to clamber up onto her chest and latched onto one swollen breast. Its tiny mandibles pinched slightly, but she felt the ambrosia flowing out of her breasts and almost cried with relief. The others skittered around on the floor, occasionally bumping into Teysa. Finally, it was over. She hadn't watched it happen, but somehow her belly had deflated almost back to its original size-- somehow she had managed to get all of those eggs out. She could actually see her pussy again, though she wished she hadn't. It was battered, swollen, and still leaking that milky green fluid. She squeezed and was rewarded by a minor gush of the stuff, along with something that must have been egg fragments. Idly she wondered if her body would naturally cleanse those fragments that must be left inside her.

The spiderlings clustered around their mother. Teysa wanted to gather them to her, to hold them to her breast. Hideous or not, they were her children-- the only children she was ever likely to have. She was exhausted, and terrified, and more sore than she had been after her hardest battle, but she was also proud. Oddly she felt a small sense of satisfaction that she had managed to remain conscious.

The drider had been weaving her one of those web ponchos. She drew it over Teysa's head, slipping her breasts through the open loops. Those hadn't shrunk at all; each was eight inches across or more, and they drooled thin streams of ambrosia. The drider scooped the wandering spiderlings into the cunningly wrought pockets of the poncho and then picked Teysa up, cradling her in those strong arms. Teysa suddenly felt as weak as a kitten. Her ordeal had taken almost everything out of her. She quested blindly with one trembling arm until it found one of the pockets and the round little spiderling inside. Resting her hand on her child, Teysa smiled blissfully and let unconsciousness claim her.