Unwrapping

A hand slides between the threads covering your face, the Arachne's innate magic allowing her to easily tear the otherwise impossibly strong silk.

As you squint at the sudden increase in light level, you see her face change from nervous worry to joyful relief.

"Oh, thank the First Queen," she mutters. "I half expected her to go behind my back and buy a 'proper' ****. What is your name?"

"Tarissa, Mistress."

A slight frown crosses her face for a moment, before being hidden once more. "When in earshot of another Arachne, especially my mother," she whispers, before raising her voice to a normal level, "you will refer to yourself as Broodslave Tarissa, and to me as Mistress, or Mistress Xyl when I am not present and the person you are speaking to does not know who you belong to, and you will speak only when spoken to. You will treat all Arachne with respect, referring to them with the title of Lady, followed by their name, unless told of another title to call them by, as with Slavemistress Tilxe." She drops back to whispers as she finishes her instructions. "When not in earshot of another Arachne, I give you permission to call me Xyl, use only your name, and to speak freely. If you want to do any of those things, that is."

"Are we in earshot?" you whisper.

"Yes."

"Yes, Mistress," you respond in a normal voice.

"Good." She tears open the rest of the cocoon, gently pulling away the parts where it is sticky, and soon you flop out onto the web. "Follow me."

She leads you across the web, to where you can now see her mother waiting.

Her mother stands with a satisfied smile on her face. "I am glad to see that you were at least willing to give your **** the standard orders."

"Of course, Mother. Proper subservience must be maintained after all."

She nods approvingly. "Indeed.

"Now," she continues, "tradition dictates that it is time for you to make your own way in the world. I may not approve of your wanderlust, but it is no longer my decision to make, and I do respect how hard you have worked to obtain equipment which should serve you well. If it is truly your wish to explore this world, then I will not stop you."

"Thank you, Mother."

"What I do not trust, however, is your willingness to do your duty to your people, and actually attempt to continue my line. Before I let you have your equipment, we will be going to the slavemarket together, and you will hire a cumslave to fertilise your first clutch of eggs."

Xyl's face falls. "Yes, Mother."

"You may have your **** get your equipment out for you so that it is ready when we return."

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As you pull out several pieces of armour from a large hole in one of the trees the web is attached to, you think about what you've seen of Xyl and her mother. It's pretty clear that the Xyl doesn't agree with a lot of her mother's views, but is also scared to go against her directly.

By the time they return, you have the armour laid out neatly, along with a large sword and bow.

As Xyl approaches, you see a stream of white dribbling out of her pussy.

She orders you to assist her in putting her armour on, though based on her glance behind her before she did so, you suspect that it was more for show for her mother than actually needing or wanting your help. Soon, she is ready to leave, and instructs you to walk on her right, one pace behind her upper body.

As the Arachne village disappears from view, she begins to relax, a grin breaking out on her face. After several more minutes, she breaks her silence. "Finally!" she says loudly. "As much as I love my mother, she is far too overbearing and set in her ways. It was always 'tradition this', 'a proper Arachne does that', 'you should treat slaves like dirt', 'do you really want to go out adventuring into the untamed wilds'. It was unbearable." She looks across at you. "Still, I guess that really does not compare to whatever must have happened to you. How bad was your life to make you not mind being a ****? You do not have to tell me if you do not want to."