Lord of Chains Ch. 02

It was more than one egg. Of course it was. Matriarch's could give birth to thousands upon thousands of Spiderlings, everyone knew that. Giladi lied there and mewled pathetically while her body was used as an incubator. She felt like an object, the Matriarch dominating her and utilizing her for nefarious means. Giladi lost count of the eggs after twenty, but she was seriously worried about cumming again by the time they stopped. When she peeked back down at her belly, it had swollen slightly to accommodate her new children.

Her children.

"Now the sperm."

Shit on the gods, Giladi didn't deserve this.

After having eggs stretch her out and fill her up, she was almost thankful for the familiar sensation of being filled with cum. The tube doubled in size, stretching her out further and causing her to groan. Cum splashed inside her, covering her eggs and inseminating them. Gods, she had been turned into a living incubator and couldn't think of anything else as her belly grew in size. It was hard to think about escape or what she had been doing before. She could only think of cum and eggs and how she would be a mommy and a Matriach's personal breeding ground.

"You're such a lovely host," The Matriarch cooed and Giladi almost felt proud. The tube slipped out of her, and on the way out Giladi came again with a girlish squeal. She worried for a moment cum would slop out of her cunt, but that worry quickly vanished as her pussy was closed up by webbing.

"Now, to prepare you." The webbing was torn off her hands and legs. Giladi was picked up by the two front legs and carried over to a wall. She couldn't even both to fight back, her belly too heavy and swollen and her body too hot to care. She was lifted up, the Matriarch holding her under her armpits. They were inches from each other's faces. The Matriarch hung Giladi on the wall like a panting, spinning webbing around her arms and legs until she was fused into the side of the wall with just her belly and breasts hanging out.

"H-how long will I b-be here?" Giladi stammered, some sort of sense fighting through her fog in her mind.

"Several days. I'll let you down beforehand so they don't hatch inside you and eat their way out," Then she pulled Giladi into a kiss. Her tongue was pronged and its swirled around her mouth, exploring. She lightly bit Giladi's lip, drawing blood. When they pulled away from each other there was a thin piece of spit between them and Giladi damn near came again. "Are you going to be a good girl?"

Giladi nodded like a dumb whore. "Y-yes, mommy. I'm your good girl." The Matriarch did something to her to make her this way. Something...Something...What could it have been? The thought melted away into nothingness.

She was pulled down to the Matriarch's chest and latched on to a nipple. "Eat up." Giladi was ordered and obeyed. She suckled on the Matriarch's tit and a warm liquid rushed down her throat. It numbed her limbs and made her skin tingle. Her head filled with hot air and she felt she could drink Spiderling milk until she died. She felt so honored to be a host for her new mommy and whined like a babe when the Matriarch pulled away.

That was Giladi's life as far as she could tell. Occasionally the Matriarch would return and nourish Giladi on her massive breasts before leaving again for some reason. Giladi's belly was heavy with the eggs and if she moved she could feel them roll around inside of her, being prepped and held by her body heat. She didn't even have a problem with being bound to the wall, just wanting to be the best she could be. Sometimes she slept, and when she did she had dreams of being fucked by Matriarchs, their tubes gagging her and filling all her holes. Those were the best dreams, and when she woke from them her pussy and inner thighs glistened from orgasms she didn't remember having.

It could have been two days or two centuries, it meant nothing to Giladi. She came when she dreamed, and nursed on the Matriarch, knowing that she was going to give birth soon. For some reason she couldn't even remember what she was supposed to do before, or how she ended up here, or what her life was like. Her tits had doubled in size from her pregnancy, and the Matriarch would occasionally lap up some milk that dribbled from her nipples, which only made Giladi fall more in love.

After what seemed like forever, the Matriarch cut her down, plucking her from the wall. By now, she knew that the eggs were ready and could feel their tiny little hosts squirming inside of them. Giladi was a blathering, incoherent slut at that point, wracked by the extasy of orgasm and high on the Matriarch's milk. She couldn't even form sentences as she was placed on the ground like a doll, the webbing removed from her pussy.

"Yes, yes, yes," She groaned. Gilandi leaned back, bracing her feet and lifting her hips up. "Mommy, mommy," jabbered the mind broken Ash Elf. She couldn't help herself. Once the first pearly egg rolled out of her cunt and fell onto the floor surrounded by green ichor, she threw her head back and came. Her body was riddled with orgasms as the eggs plopped out of her. She started to squirt and gave up trying to hold herself up, flopping down like a fish. Giladi squealed and rubbed her clit while the eggs rolled out of her, legs twitching and cramping and her belly deflating. The Matriarch watched with a twisted smile.

When the last egg rolled out into the puddle of cum, Giladi had been reduced to a sub-humanoid mess, twitching, drooling, covered in sweat and mucus. She barely registered the world around her. The smallest touches made her cum, and she didn't even see the eggs crack open, or the small Spiderlings crawl out by the hundreds. They crawled over her and their thousands of legs pricked her skin, making her buck her hips and shriek as she started to squirt again.

Exhausted, malnourished, and defeated entirely, Giladi blacked out.

She didn't dream. For however long, Giladi stopped existing. When her eyes finally fluttered open, when the world slowly leaked its way back into her consciousness, she first saw the tall tops of the Survivors. Gods, she was sore. It felt like she had run a thousand leagues, and she felt funny below the waist. It took a moment for her to remember, but when the memories came back, she only recalled the twisting breeding tube in her womb. The rest of her ordeal were fragments in her mind. Tits. Breeding. Birth. Fuck, she gave birth.

Giladi looked down at her slim body and saw webbing around her wrists. In fact, all her limbs were restrained, and she was lying nude on the forest floor. She squirmed against her bonds, fearing another breeding session or worse - being eaten. Spiderlings weren't above eating humanoids. She'd rather be in that blissful, venomous haze than have her guts turned to liquid and sucked out.

She stopped when she heard voice. They were far off, but she could pick up on their conversation. Giladi heard the sultry Matriarch and...Someone else she didn't recognize.

"...a good brood. Strong. She is quite durable," the Matriarch was saying.

"Guess that's nice. Durable isn't really what we're concerned with. She pretty?" It was a man's voice.

"Extremely."

"Even after being your uh..."

"Incubator."

"Right."

"Even after that," cooed the Matriarch.

"Well, Elizee, a deal's a deal. Here's your payment."

"How could I possibly pass up such opportunities?" Elizee hummed.

"I try to keep things fair."

"And the next one?"

A pause.

"Whenever you can, I don't care much. Try not to kidnap too many though. We don't want the Dark Lords of Wrunelend to start crawling out of their pits for revenge. Maybe...One every four to six months. Play it safe." The man said.

"It's your gold, not mine," tutted Elizee. "Shall I retrieve the girl?"

"Sure. I'm going to take her to Bord, just to leave her there for a bit before one of our guys comes to pick her up."

"You have employees now?"

"We're expanding. I've got more shit to deal with after this - no offence. You're charming just...Well, fuck me, you're like ten feet taller than me. I think I've got a kink in my neck looking up at you."

"None taken. I shall retrieve her," Elizee said, and Giladi started squirming again. She shuffled side to side, sliding along the forest floor in some desperate ploy to get away. She had no idea what they were talking about, or who the mystery voice belonged to, but she didn't wat to be in the clutches of the Matriarch anymore. Not after...She shuddered as a memory of her calling Elizee 'mommy' came to her.

"Oh, you're awake and already squirming, I see," Elizee's monstrous shadow fell over her. Giladi tried to protest but was picked up as casually as a sack of coin.

"Let me go, you big spider bitch!"

"Uncouth."

"You used me!"

"I said I would. You birthed me a strong brood. And you seemed to enjoy it."

"Enjoy? I-I didn't!" Giladi stammered but clearly remembered several body crippling orgasms. She wiggled in the spider hands but to no avail. Giladi didn't stop trying under she was placed down gently, eye to eye with the scrawniest Dwarf she'd ever seen. He had bushy eyebrows, aged grey hair, a mustache that hid his lips, and a garish burn scar on the side of his face that made one eye seem larger than the other. On his hip was a dark, well-worn axe, and in his hand was a chain and collar. He grinned when he saw her.

"You're right, Elizee, she's pretty. She'll fetch a good price."

"Price? The hell are you talking about? I'll split you open and use you as -"

"A gateway for hellspawn in the Great Dark and my soul will be tormented for all eternity, yadda, yadda, I get it," He cut her off and she blubbered in surprise as she clicked the manacle around her neck. "Is that a common Ash Elf threat?"

"It's -" She started.

"Yeah, don't care," He cut her off with a yank, causing her to stumble forward and almost fall over. "What's your name, girlie?"

"Eat shit."

"Weird name, Miss Eat Shit," He laughed, and Giladi went from being worried about Elizee to furious at this Dwarf. "But my name's Derry Volks."

"Piss on your name and your family."

"Pissing on graves isn't too nice, even for an Ash Elf," When Derry grinned she saw he had several gold teeth. "An attitude like that will make you real nice."

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere with you!"

He pulled on her new leash, their faces inches from each other. He smelled like salt. Sea salt. "You're the newest premium product of the Lord of Chains, and you're going to Bayreach. Welcome to the world outside of Wrunelend, love," then he kissed her on the forehead.

Giladi desperately wanted to go home. She knew she couldn't, and not just because of the chain around her neck. A seed of sadness formed in her chest, only smothered by her growing anger. She couldn't go back to Wrunelend, and she didn't want to go with the Dwarf.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Such was the life of an Ash Elf.