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{if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif} gives you a disappointed look as you sit on the floor, before disappearing deeper into the room. You make sure to count the time carefully in your head, but also take a chance to look at your surroundings.

The nearest cages each contain a scared looking man. Each has a thin band of silk around their genitals where they meet the groin, obviously enchanted, judging by the pattern of black runes drawn on them. Their balls are swollen to the size of apples, and drips of semen regularly seep from their firmly erect penises.

On the other side of the entrance, you can see that the cages all contain women, naked and collared, but not yet impregnated as you know they will be soon.

When the countdown in your head reaches zero, you stand, stumbling as the eggs nearly pull you over.

You start to explore the room. Behind the closest men are more men, although they look less scared. They sit on the floors of their cages, lazily stroking their engorged cocks, and gazing lustily at you. A quick glance at their neck reveals bite marks. You're not going to get much sense out of them.

At the back on the right is the largest group of men. More than half of the men in the room, you'd guess. Their penises are not erect, and a sign on the wall indicates that they are to be traded for women when the next **** caravan comes through.

You are about to turn your attention to the women, who are in the cages which were on your left when you entered, but {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Mistress{else@}Exaxa{endif}'s shout echoes across the room. "Broodslave!"

Your feet immediately begin carrying you back towards the front of the room.

Exaxa is standing near the front of the room with Slavemistress Tilxe and a man you vaguely recognise from the village. "Ah, there you are. I have hired this cumslave for an hour, which should be more than enough time to fertilise those eggs, but we should get moving. Follow me."

You walk next to the man, and try to start a conversation. "I'm Broodslave Tarissa, what's your name?"

"Cumslave," he replies simply.

"Er... what?"

"Cumslave."

"No one ever has more than one cumslave at any time so we do not bother to distinguish them with names," Exaxa calls over her shoulder. "Also, it would not do for you to grow too attached to him, as you will likely never interact again. Stop talking to him."

The walk continues in silence.