A long, low note, like the thrumming of a mountain, woke Sarah from her slumber with a gasp. She was not where she had fallen asleep, that much was obvious, but she had a hard time wrapping her mind around her surroundings. A vague figure seemed to loom above her, one that only became more difficult to comprehend as it came into focus.

"Hello, little insect." The tone was calm, but the words were laced with a certain kind of dread Sarah could feel in her stomach. She tried to move, but let out a scream as points of pain across her body protested that movement. The giant voice above her chuckled. "Still a bit groggy, I see? Take your time, become aware of your surroundings. I have all the time in eternity."

The tiny one let out a few weak, incoherent syllables, staring out across the dark brown plain upon which she laid. Deep grooves ran across its surface, and she realized she must be laying on some sort of workbench. Another twitch provoked a spasm of agony in her legs, and she cautiously curled her body forwards, inch by inch, just enough that she could look down and see that her legs were bound together by barbed wire. She had been curled such that her ankles touched her thighs, and by the way it felt, her wrists were bound together by the same.

"Wh... what the fuck..." she whimpered softly, staring at the points of red all across her flesh, blood oozing lazily from the wounds. It took every ounce of focus to keep from thrashing around in a panic, instead craning her neck up to look at the source of the teasing, venomous voice above her.

The woman above her wore a black lace dress over her dark blue skin, hands folded politely in front of her as she and Sarah studied one another. Lifting her gaze higher, she found herself staring into two large, solid-black eyes above a pair of dark purple lips pulled into a thin smirk.

"Welcome to my parlor," the giant woman said, spreading her arms in a sweeping motion. "Do you like it?" The surrounding environment was difficult for Sarah to make out, seeming like it was miles away at some places, but that hardly concerned her - she glanced down again at her legs, then up to her captress.

"P... please, my legs..."

"Ah, that~" The giant being placed her index finger delicately on the barbs, sliding it harmlessly across Sarah's thighs. "Quite excruciating, no? I produced that silk myself, I have to say I'm quite pleased with it."

"...silk?" Sarah muttered, looking down again. With this context, as well as time to adjust, she could see her mistake. It wasn't wire, but a dark grey material, thick and corded. "I don't... Please, just let me go home..."

The giant woman grinned ear to ear. "But we haven't even been introduced! My name is Drachne, and I am the Queen of this realm. All who reside within are my subjects... or my prey." Her tongue snaked out, wetting her lips. "And you, little thing, are an insect who thought she could command my children."

"Wh... n-no, no I-"

"Don't lie to me." Drachne's tone at once became cold. "I will not argue with an insect, is that understood?" Using one finger, she rolled Sarah onto her back where the weight of her body pressed harshly against the barbed silk restraints. The tiny girl whimpered in pain, her small body writhing uncomfortably as she struggled to find a resting position that didn't cause her pain. Seeing this, the demoness pressed down, gentle yet firm, on her chest.

"Ple-please, please please g-god it hurts it hurts please stop pleasepleasepleaseplease!" The tiny thing's tone became frantic as she writhed under Drachne's fingertip, each movement tearing through her flesh that much more. She could feel the barbs scraping against the bones of her wrist, tearing gouges in her thighs, all of it fresh and white hot and each lance sending another wave of agony across her nerves.

"This is the extent of your command. This is what good your control, and your power, does you in the realm of someone with true authority."

"I'M SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME, PLEASE!" It was a pathetic sight, to be sure. With barely any effort, Drachne had reduced the little thing beneath her to such a horrid, desperate state. Sarah knew what this was about - she had certainly styled herself as some sort of Queen of Spiders in her time as a sorceress. But nothing she had learned had warned her about whose domain she may have been encroaching upon.

"Forgiveness?" Drachne let out a soft chuckle, but her finger lifted away. Sarah whimpered as she flopped onto her side, the pain of the barbed webs against her flesh subsiding to a dull throb. "No, dear. You will not find forgiveness here. But if you're lucky, you just mind find purpose."

"Please, I didn't know, okay? I didn't know, I - I apologize for overstepping my place. I only commanded spiders to rule other humans, and - and in celebration of their traits! I love spiders, you have to understand, I... please, Queen Drachne, please take me into your court, let me serve you in atonement, please."

The demoness tilted her head, regarding the wingless insect's plea for mercy. "It's not relevant that you didn't know I exist. The fact remains that you commanded my little ones against their will." She rolled Sarah onto her back again, eliciting another sharp squeak of pain, but this time delicately laid the edge of her fingernail against the girl's throat. "But don't worry. You will make it up to my babies a thousandfold."

"What are yo-" Before she could finish, Drachne slid her fingernail, long and purple like her lips, from Sarah's left shoulder to her sternum. Blood sprung from the gash, leaking across her skin, but Sarah bit her lip hard. She had to show she was ready to atone, and perhaps in that way, she would earn the demoness' pardon.

Drachne, for her part, worked silently, moving her fingernail across Sarah's body to her other shoulder, and carving a sister gash down to her sternum, meeting the end of the first. She then angled her finger slightly, and dragged a third cut straight down Sarah's abdomen, cleaving open her belly.

"Wait, waaaAAAAA!" Sarah's composure cracked again, and she struggled desperately to get out from underneath the monstrous figure above. Drachne smiled, gently hooking her bloodied fingernail underneath Sarah's flesh, and peeling up the edges of the "Y"-shaped wound she'd drawn in skin. Without a voiced command, several arachnids scurried across the table, coming to rest at Sarah's sides. Each was equipped with two long, needle-like appendages on their fronts, and they took the strips of flesh offered by their Goddess in these legs, producing thin strands of silk and working to sew Sarah into the table by her flesh. "Oh fuck, oh god no, Drachne no, please you don't have to do this, I'll do anything! Anything, my - my Queen, please!"

"That's good," Drachne said in a low, sultry whisper. "You should be ready to die for me, little insect."

"No... please..." Sarah whimpered as the attendant spiders finished their work. She was now laid on her back, her legs tucked under her by barbed silk, upon which the full weight of her abdomen now rested. The skin of her chest had been split open, and the flesh sewn into the wood of the table beneath her, leaving her insides on full display to the demoness and her children.

Drachne's thin, purple lips curled up in a derisive sneer. "Humans are so disgusting, don't you think? Look at all this... mess inside of them." To demonstrate her point, she reached in and gently pinched a length of intestine between two fingers. Sarah let out a low note of horror as she watched the demoness lift parts of herself out of her torso, holding it aloft and studying it like it was a bit of slime she'd picked off her shoe. "How can you stand being so... wet all the time?"

Tears stung Sarah's eyes as her mouth flopped open and closed, her mind slowly cracking into shards under the baleful gaze of the demoness Drachne. The giant woman met her eyes. "Call me Goddess."

"Goddess," the word came easily to Sarah's lips - after all, what else did you call a woman holding your guts in her fingers? Drachne smirked, and the attendant spiders chittered into activity again, this time flanking Sarah's head. They began working in tandem, weaving a length of silk between one another that they wrapped around the tiny woman's head, forcing their legs into her mouth. The sharp strand dug at the corners of her lips, only getting worse as the spiders made it thicker, stronger. It easily sliced open any flesh that resisted it, carving twin gouges up the side of Sarah's face, tracing her jawbone.

The tiny woman tried to speak, to protest this treatment, but before she could think of why that was a bad idea, her tongue had been severed against the razor silk in her mouth, flopping down against the back of her throat. One of the spiders reached in and pulled it out, tucking it away out of sight.

"You're disgusting creatures. Even my children have no interest in eating you." Drachne flicked the wet flesh in her fingers away, sending Sarah's guts spooling out to the side of her. She gasped, eyes rolling back in her head as she struggled to stay lucid. She could feel blood pooling in her throat, and she weakly coughed, sending it spattering out across her lips. "However... you do keep yourselves somewhat warm, which can be a benefit."

Whatever Sarah had been expecting to see, she was proven wrong as the attendant spiders each produced a small silken pouch and began to gently tuck them away inside the cavity created in Sarah's torso. They pinched and tugged at her insides, moving them aside when inconvenient, creating a perfect little nest for the sacs.

The tiny woman garbled through her own blood, shaking her head violently and bucking wildly against her restraints. Drachne regarded the pitiful creature with a cold smirk. "Shhh, human. You're fulfilling your role to me. You're making up for each and every one of my babies who was smashed, burned, and killed in your pointless struggles. Accept your role or don't; it's out of your hands now."

Sarah screamed wildly as the attendants sealed her chest with silk, binding her more thoroughly to the table. In a matter of moments she was completely folded in on herself, her body immobilized except for her head, which continued to whip violently from side to side, her howling ragged and ceaseless. On another wordless command, the attendants pressed the host mother's head down against the table, binding it there, before wrapping another series of strands around her head, closing her jaw over the razor wire for good.

"That's a good girl~" Drachne cooed, running her finger over the little thing's silken abdomen, feeling the raised bumps of her children within. "You're being so good for your Goddess."

Sarah stared wide-eyed across the table, unable to move, when one of the attendants skittered into her field of vision, staring directly into her eyes. She couldn't even twitch. The last thing she saw were those needle-like appendages reaching out towards her face.

The last thing she felt was thousands of legs crawling everywhere across her body, but that would come much, much later.