In a small village, surrounded by forests, lives a young woman by the name of Xyn. She was an adventurous soul, despite her small stature and almost childlike appearance thanks to her A cup sized breasts. With long brown hair and bluish green eyes, she was quite a cute beauty, but perhaps also due to that, and the fact that the townsfolks treat her like one would treat a 5 year old, she became quite rebellious. That nature lead to her venturing out into the surrounding forests alone, ignoring the elder’s warning of dangerous beasts within the trees.
 
 
She wandered the forests, carrying only a small backpack with food, and a hunting knife, dressed only in her simple dress without any armor. Such a tool would be woefully inadequate for the creatures in the woods, but she had no idea. Confidently and noisily moving through the trees, she soon heard a twig snap behind her, turning to see a direwolf appearing from the undergrowth, its fangs barred as it growled at the easy meal. Xyn drew her knife, but soon heard another growl from her side, as another wolf appeared from the shadows. Outnumbered and outmatched, death seems inevitable when suddenly from above, webbing shot out, pinning the great beasts to the ground, the bushes around Xyn bursting into life as the many wolves hiding within fled for safety from the unseen attacker, leaving the woman alone.
 
 
Xyn’s legs were like jelly after that encounter, and they gave way soon after the sounds of the wolves fade into the distance, looking around for the source of the attack. “You know, a little child like you shouldn’t be out playing in a forest like this. Some scary monster might just eat you~” A woman’s voice calls out with a motherly tone, like a mother would give scolding their child. “I’m not a child! I’m a grown woman!” Xyn cried out in reply, annoyed that even here, she is seen as one, looking around for the source of the voice. “My? A woman? Then you don’t mind me punishing you like I would an adult for trespassing into my domain, then~?” The voice laughs, when suddenly there is movement from above. Xyn looks up to see a giant creature crashing down in front of her. It was a towering half human half spider creature, easily as big as a house in her village. The creature looks at her with her near solid black eyes, her long black hair going down to her hips and half of it tied around her chest, keeping her bosom in check. Her arms are lined in dark brown chitin, and hands look akin to clawed gauntlets. The creature’s slit looms over Xyn’s face as she sat there in awe, the hips attached to what is more or less a massive spider, with sharp legs piercing the ground and stone with ease. The creature’s abdomen wiggles, as a long muscular tube begin to extend out from the tip, wiggling its way under the arachne’s lower body and between her legs. Unable to even fight back, Xyn was pushed down by a simple thrust of the hips by the arachne, the massive nether lips impacting her right in the face and covering her with its scent. Xyn squirmed weakly as the arachne gently rest her body down upon her, the muscular organ sliding up her dress, gasping as she could only smell the arousal of the creature above her. “Don’t worry~. I will only teach you a lesson. You want to be an adult, I’ll treat you like an adult, by having fun as an adult~” The arachne laughs, thrusting herself forward.
 
 
Xyn cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she feels the thick shaft slide almost effortlessly into her slit, already lubricated by the arachne’s internal juices. The thick member slides deep into her as the arachne grinds Xyn against the ground, the juices of the arachne’s arousal dribbling down onto her face. “My, you seem to be an adult on the inside~. You can fit me so easily~” The arachne coos, giggling as she continues to thrust, the woman unable to respond due to both the pressure and pleasure. Xyn soon got into it, leaning forward to lick the arachne’s slit, taking her by surprise as she feels a shiver of pleasure. Unfortunately for Xyn, her stamina couldn’t hope to match the monster’s, and she soon came, squeezing down on the shaft within her. The arachne didn’t stop, making her cum and cum again, till she passed out.
 
 
When Xyn woke up, she was back in her room, laying upon her bed, her mind reeling from all the pleasure she felt in her encounter made it seem like a strangely pleasant dream, but the minor cuts and bruises she got from it told her otherwise. She looked out of the window with a smile, unable to get the arachne out of her mind, the only person who treated her like a woman instead of a girl and showed her a world of pleasure, despite her violent methods. After getting herself dressed and left her abode, she realised that the town seems almost suffocating. People constantly looking at her, asking if she needed any help with anything. Her learning about the fact that the arachne, after all she did, still carefully webbed her up and placed her up in a tree in sight of the town gave her the feeling that the arachne did all she did to keep up the impressions, and that thought of the arachne being good actually spurred her desire to see her again. Even after she recovered from her minor injuries she was still being looked after. The constant attention was exhausting, and with it bring like that, she couldn’t even masturbuate to releave any of her stress or lust, her yearning to return to that arachne building as the days go by.
 
 
About a month after the first encounter, Xyn had enough of this town. The constant vigil watch on every one of her actions suffocating to the point of madness, making her feel more like a mascot than a person. Yearning for the only acceptance she got, she hatched a plan to flee, and despite the town’s watch, managed to get what she needed ready. In the dead of night, when most save for the nightwatch are asleep, Xyn left town. Carrying with her a short spear and a knife on her belt, and wearing a leather breastplate that seems too big for her along with her backpack full of preserved foods and camping materials. She trekked through the forest, letting her instincts guide her, keeping silent to avoid the dangers lurking around her. Through sheer luck or fear of the alpha predator of the forests, her passage was unnoticed, save for the various trip wires she snapped unwittingly as she progressed deeper into the woods, the increase in webbings she comes across the only sign she is approaching her goal.
 
 
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In the dark forest, a collared and nude woman was led along by the chain attached to her neck. Her fair skin was covered in various bruises and puncture wounds from the drugs her captor injected her with, her already large breasts made heavy with milk due to one their effects. Her glazed green eyes stared lazily forwards as she moved, mind so foggy from the various drugs and mental manipulation that she forgot her name, unable to even care as her roughly chopped blonde hair gets tangled in low hanging branches. The woman was an elf, as her pointed ears would tell, but her nude form showed that she would be an outcast even amongst the elves, which might also explain how she got in her captor’s clutches in the first place. Between her legs lay a thick and erect member, easily 7 inches long and a pair of heavy balls the size of apples, her normally sizable balls expanded as another side effect to the drugs. Cum dribbles onto the forest floor as each step causes her thighs slap against the sensitive orbs, the member to twitching in constant arousal as a result. Despite all that, she would have still been a rather violent slave, the mental wipes and drugs unable to take the fighter out of her, save for a rather expensive but ultimately short lasting drug to make her akin to a zombie, unable to even abide orders except move.
 
 
Pulling her chain was a unit of a man, wearing a pack over his rather well worn set of leather armor, and a strange, hook like sword in his free hand, the area around him lit up by a glowing stone contained in a simple metal lantern in his hand with the chain. Along with the various ropes on his belt and other restraining devices, the person seems more equipped for bondage play than trekking through the forest. If anyone knew anything about the slave trade, they would easily recognise him as a slaver, and question why would he bring a clearly valuable slave, for both her deranged sexual appeal and unique race, into a forest when he could easily transport her by more mundane means.
 
 
The man has a plan, however, having heard about the possibility of an arachne in the forests. The half spider half woman creature wouldn’t slay humans without reason, unlike most monstrous creatures, and prefer to live in solitude come time to mate. A sign of their lust would be them assaulting but not killing villagers, in an attempt to lure a strong human into their nest to catch and mate with. The slaver believed that he could tempt the arachne to drop her guard with the slave, then catch the arachne in her place. Such a prize would be valued much more than a mere dick girl elf, even after he spent all that money on enhancing drugs to jack up her price. With the belief that the arachne would be sitting idle at her web, he failed to notice the shadow stalking him from above, following the duo as they went deeper towards the arachne’s web.
 
 
Soon, the creature’s domain came into view, he began to put his plan into motion, ordering the elf to yank on one of the many thick silk ropes anchoring the web in place. However the dazed woman could only moan in pleasure in reply, squirming on the spot as she squeezed her balls between her thighs. With an annoyed sigh, he took a vial of the drug’s antidote and syringe from a pack at his belt, clipping his lantern to it as he does to free his hands. He filled the syringe with the fluid and injected it right into the elf’s neck, adjusting a few of his equipments on his belt as he waits.
 
 
The elf swayed on the spot for a bit as the antidote took effect, her mind beginning to clear somewhat. Her instincts returned before her wits did, and she stumbled away from the slaver, trying to get away from the man who made her already shunned life hell. The collar tightened around her throat, making her freeze in fear. The elf looked back to see the slaver dangle an all too familiar trinket between his fingers, grinning at the pain he is causing her. The tiny, simple charm is a magical tool bound to her unremovable collar, whoever holding it able to command the slave. If she refused to do the order, the collar would tighten, till either the owner stopped the order, or the slave falls dead from asphyxiation or decapitation. With the fear of death looming, she reluctantly reached out to the web, and grasped it tightly, shaking with all her might, fearing the fate that would befall her.
 
 
The shaking goes on for a while minute, the slave’s hand stuck to the sticky web despite her attempts at letting go after the first tug. The slaver, meanwhile, was impatient, and started cursing at the unfortunate slave for the lack of arachne. The creature in question, however, was still watching from the canopy, curious about the two invaders and wondering why the female seem to stay with the man, even after all that abuse, getting more and more annoyed at the man as he continued to sling insult after insult at the elf. It was only when he took out what seems to be a magical torch that the arachne had enough of him, hearing his willingness to burn the elf along with the webbing if she doesn’t let go.
 
 
“Last chance…” The slaver said with a grin, as the elf continued to struggle fruitlessly against the webbing. He had clipped the slave charm onto his belt, his sword held in his right hand as he prepared to literally smoke out the arachne. The torch in his other hand glowed as he channeled his rather miniscule amount of magic he had into the tool, waiting for it to ignite as a bolt of webbing shot out from the darkness, the force sending him crashing into the ground, pinning his right hand to the grass. The impact causes the torch to fly from his hand, the light dimming as the flow of magic is cut. The slaver watches in horror as the arachne leisurely descends from the canopy, landing with her abdomen right over top of him. Paying him no mind as she releases more webbing from her spinnerette onto the slaver, silencing his annoying cries as she slowly cuts the webbing binding the elf with her claws, watching her movements with caution.
 
 
The elf glanced at her hands in surprise, watching the arachne fix the bit of webbing that she had to cut off. She then looked down at the struggling slaver, the man now unable to see or cry out with all the webbing expertly dropped on his face to cover his eyes and mouth, but not his nose. She saw the slaver charm hanging on his belt, but due to its magics, despite how much she wanted to take it, she couldn’t lest the collar chops her head off. So, she asks the next closest person to a savior she has. “M-madm arachne… c-could you help me some more…?” She asks cautiously, looking towards the arachne to see her eyes widen in surprise. “Y-yes…?” the arachne replied, a bit surprised the woman isn’t running away from her at this very moment, and instead striking a conversation. “Can you help me take that charm on his belt? I cannot hold it but I need it off him.” “Why?” The arachne asks simply, looking at the trinket. “H-he uses it to command me. If I don’t follow his orders, the collar will choke me till I’m dead.” The elf sorrowfully informs. The arachne nods, she would be stripping the man of all his equipment before consuming him anyway, so she might as well help the woman. “What is he to you?” The arachne then asks, as she cuts his belt off his pants with her claws, carefully pulling the charm off. “He is nothing but my captor, I thank you for saving me, madm arachne.” The elf replies with a bow. “Sadly, I cannot hold the charm, nor get too far from it… you seem like a nice woman, though. I wouldn’t mind staying with you.” She then says shyly.
 
 
The arachne is hit with one surprise after another, pausing for a bit to understand what is going on. The woman she just cut free from her web seems to be willing to serve it. She looks the woman over, noticing the tool between her legs that she couldn’t while stalking the duo earlier, and she felt her arousal welling up within her. “Then what about him?” The arachne asks, to which the slave just shrugs. “As long as he doesn’t disturb us anymore, I don’t care what happens to him.” With a nod, the arachne goes to the man. “Help me strip him, I don’t want any clothes on my meal.” She instructs, the slave nodding and doing her best to remove the slaver’s clothes, enjoying the sudden turn of events, and thinking that this life with the arachne might be the best fate that could have befallen her, at least compared to the horror stories she heard from the other slaves and their current or former masters.
 
 
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Xyn moved deeper into the forest, her curiosity caught by a light in the darkness that was soon snuffed out. She moved through the trees to find a massive web, lit faintly by the moonlight filtering through the trees. The arachne she was searching for was just a bit past the web, and she meekly hid herself. The arachne seems to be currently occupied, most likely the reason why she didn’t engage her after Xyn tripped all those trip wires. The great creature was standing before a nude woman wearing only a pair of white gloves, who was just finishing up what Xyn thought was a corpse, before the arachne easily lifted the man by his neck, yanking the webbed up sword free from him. With him stripped and unarmed, the arachne grinned as she removed the webbing on his face, seeing the fear in his eyes as the woman goes behind the arachne to carefully get some webbing from the creature’s rear, using it to stick the man’s arms to his chest. The arachne mutters a bit, clearly a spell as a faint glow envelops the arachne, noticeable only in the darkness that envelops them.
 
 
After saying some words Xyn couldn’t hear to the man, the arachne’s maw opened impossibly wide, the monster beginning to swallow the man whole head first. He scream and pleaded, but soon was muffled by the monster’s throat. The sight before her made Xyn remember that the arachne she had fantasies of was still a monster, and a man eating one at that. She was however confused when she looked at the arachne’s company, standing gleefully as she watches the man get swallowed, the various curses she is flinging at the man telling the woman the pure disdain she has for the victim, even managing to catch on that the woman is a slave and the man was a slaver from her words. That made Xyn feel a bit better about the situation, knowing that the arachne is clearly helping the woman by getting rid of a horrible person, though not in a way she would agree with. She continues watching from her hiding place, unable to take her eyes off the arachne’s growing stomach.
 
 
It isn’t long before the slaver vanishes down her throat, the arachne’s belly wiggling as he struggles within, making the arachne look like a woman pregnant with full term triplets.the slave goes over to hug the arachne, nuzzling her cheek against her belly with her face facing towards Xyn’s hiding spot. The arachne leans down and whispers a few words into the slave’s ears causing the woman’s eyes go wide. She wanted to reply, but she locked eyes with Xyn instead, causing the girl to stumble back, disrupting her hiding place even more. Hearing the commotion, the arachne looks towards the source of the noise, the arachne and slave duo goes towards the girl.
 
“Ah, it’s you. What are you doing at my web, Miss adult~?” The arachne asks with a cheeky grin, her higher elevation thanks to her legs easily peaking over the bush, the girl stumbled behind. “I-i was searching for you… Y-you were the only one who t-treated me like an adult… I w-wanted to be f-free of all their mocking gaze… and be with you….” Xyn replies, looking up towards the arachne with fear in her eyes as she mutters the last part. “It’s quite perfect that you came, actually. You wish to live away from your fellow humans, why not live with me, if you are willing to work for it~” The arachne coos, reaching out her hand towards the girl on the ground. “W-what work…?” Xyn meekly asks in reply, getting a grin from the arachne. “I’m thinking of having young, but I can’t really do so without a safe and warm place to lay my eggs… You shall be that place~.” The girl’s mind begins to race with lewd thoughts, imagining her holding the children of the arachne she is attracted to, blushing hard as she reaches to grab the arachne’s hand.
 
 
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After a brife introduction, the arachne and elf got to work, happily fucking as Xyn watched with a heavy blush on her face. The slaver in the arachne’s belly was mashed against the elf, their violent sex and arachne’s potent stomach making short work of him, turning him into naught but mush and a bit of flab that the elf enjoies rubbing her belly against. Their cries of pleasure ring out through the forest as they go at it, the woman masturbuating to the sight. Milk and sexual juices fall to the floor, some of the former saved by the arachne as she begins to taste the slave’s supply, suckling heavily on the mounds of flesh, savouring the taste deeply. After a few minutes, Xyn could hardly take it any longer, and wanted to join in, crawling behind the arachne and massaging where she believe the ovipositor comes from. Feeling Xyn’s ministrations upon her rear, the arachne obliges, extending her ovipositor and hanging it below her. She then gestures Xyn to crawl under her, and Xyn eagerly follows, sticking her cute butt right up against the arachne’s abdomen after crawling under her. She then thrusts the ovipositor into the eager woman’s slit with a hump against the elf, Xyn’s cries of pleasure adding to the symphony of lust.
 
 
Minutes pass and both Xyn and the elf are soon at their peak, unable to stand up against the monster’s stamina and sexual skill. They both cum, the elf shooting her seed directly into the arachne’s hungry womb, while Xyn squirts her juices upon the forest floor, faceplanting into the big puddle of milk and other sexual fluids left by the other two. The arachne, meanwhile, shivers as she is filled with seed, churning her womb to ensure all her eggs meet the almost overwhelming amount of seed, giving the two time to rest and recover.
 
 
When she was certain she was carrying a new brood, she walks back so she can pick Xyn up from underneath her, her ovipositor still stuck deep in her slit. “Now, little cutie, I’m going to fill you nicely with my eggs~. Are you ready~?” She coos, getting a look of fear from the woman. “C-can I e-even fit all of them?” Xyn asks, getting a chuckle in reply from the arachne. “With a little help from me, you will~” With that said, the arachne then said some magic laced words, a light passing from the arachne to Xyn. The woman gasped as the magic envelops her, and cries out in pleasure as the arachne suddenly thrusts the ovipositor in her pussy deep into her body, causing her stomach to bulge out to an almost comical level. “There we go~. Now you are all ready~” The arachne comments with a smile, as Xyn gasps for breath, recovering from the wave of pleasure that shot through her.
 
 
It was now the elf’s turn to be the spectator, as she watched the arachne pump egg after egg into Xyn, the woman’s womb bulging out with baseball sized eggs. She couldn’t help but smile at the idea of her future children growing up, with three loving mothers looking after them. When the arachne finally pulls out, Xyn looks like she is nine months pregnant with triplets, the elf unable to hold herself back from going up to the adorable woman and giving her belly a loving cuddle. Xyn, meanwhile, was in a daze, having orgasmed multiple times as she was filled, and currently couldn’t think at all, her hands going on autopilot towards her belly. The arachne, however, wasn’t done, and brought the elf in for a kiss, casting the same spell she had done on Xyn upon her, preparing her for a batch of eggs as well.
 
 
When the arachne was finally empty of fertilized eggs, she looked over with a smile at her handy work. Xyn and the elf has massive bellies, both of them lovingly cuddling up together, caressing their bellies lovingly as Xyn greedily sucked on the elf’s rigid cock. As much as she would like to say she was done, she still had one last thing in store for them. Casting the same spell one last time as she walked towards the elf’s legs, she squat down to give Xyn and the elf a number of kisses on their cheeks and bellies, before sliding the elf’s legs into her slit. Neither the elf or Xyn notice as they were consumed by their mate’s slit, the arachne crying out in pleasure as they pass into her womb. Their combined belly size gave the arachne quite a bit of trouble, but with a bit of squirming, Xyn and the elf were safely tucked away in the arachne’s womb. “T-there we go, little cuties~. All nice and safe inside me. I’ll let you out when our little ones hatch~.” The arachne coos, as the pats her massive abdomen, the duo within her falling asleep from the snug warmth.
 
 
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Months pass, Xyn and the elf having gotten used to living within their mate, going day by day consuming the fresh eggs that the arachne produces on a daily basis, and lewding each other and cuddling their bellies. Their bodies begin to change slightly from the cargo they are carrying, but the change is more noticeable on Xyn, who began lactating as her body prepares her for their children. They could feel movement within them as the eggs begin to hatch, the little ones within squirming about as they search for a way out. With cries of pleasure and grunts of exertion, the little ones are directed towards the cervix, where they eagerly begin pushing their way out. Tiny arachnes, no bigger than one’s fist, begin pouring out of the elf’s and Xyn’s bodies, filling the space in the arachne’s womb with their adorable cries and eager yelps, as they hungrily go after their mother’s breasts, suckling their fill before letting their siblings have a go.
 
 
The arachne had also gone through a change during this whole time, her already massive breasts growing bigger as they fill with milk. With a simple push, the younglings pour from her ovipositor, climbing up onto her legs to reach her chest, literally swarming her bosom to drink her milk. The arachne just coos as her children drink, slowly letting more and more younglings out and pushing Xyn and the elf out of her body as well. She needs them outside to help look after the swarm they spawned, after all.
 
 
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