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"When you enter the building, you will find that the room contains many cages. These are stacked several high, with aisles between them. You will also see that there is a wide aisle leading to the back of the room, as well as one wider aisle on the left, and two near the front on the right. You will see that many of the cages are empty, and open.

"When I order you to enter, I will tell you which section I want you in. You are to find an empty cage in that section and climb into it, shutting the door behind you. Only one person may occupy a cage. Once inside, you may act freely, but you are forbidden to tamper with or remove any item you are wearing or move any part of your body outside the bars of your cage."

She gestures towards your line. "Line one. I want you on the left, closer to the door than the wide aisle. You should enter now."

Where separating the lines was quick and orderly, this by comparison is chaos. When you walk through the door, you see that the room is exactly as described. Your eyes lock onto a nearby cage, and you walk straight towards it, only for someone else to climb in before you reach it. This repeats several times until you finally reach one sitting three layers off the ground and a couple of rows back.

You feel the collar release its control over you. {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Nervous, but excited, you peer through the bars.

You see a line of men walking past down the main aisle. From the length, you guess it was the largest group. The sound of cages being pulls shut echoes from the far corner.

You don't see the next group, but you hear more cages at the front right of the room.

After that, people begin to filter in one at a time. First, men, each with a little band looped around their groin, penis standing straight in front of them. They go for the section between the wide aisles on the right. Then the women come wandering past, presumably heading for the far left section. Each of these single people looks rather less focused than the earlier groups, a slightly glazed look in their eyes. A closer glance at one's neck as she walks past confirms what you suspected. They've been bitten, the highly addictive venom of the Arachne pumping through their veins and making it hard to think of anything but where their next orgasm will come from.

Once everyone is in a cage, you hear Slavemistress Tilxe's voice from the front of the room. "My personal broodslaves will be coming around with food. Eat it, and then try to get some sleep. You will be going on sale in the morning.

The meal is unpleasant: a couple of slices of bread, spread thickly with a thick, grey paste, but you **** it down as ordered, before curling up in a corner of the cage and trying to get to sleep.{else@}Scared, and dreading what's to come, you curl up in a corner of the cage and cry yourself to sleep.{endif}