You're bred over and over, and then...

You feel like you've been here before, swinging lazily from the spider daemon's nest, cocooned thoroughly by its web and incubating the eggs that were injected into your belly. It's not just the disassociated memories or the deja vu that seems to accompany every freakish experience you've felt since awakening in that wasteland.

Something deep in your soul stirs when you feel the hard lumps of daemon eggs shifting inside your body - that same primal fear that froze you in place on the beach. You're not sure if that terror unhinged your mind or simply awoke some other primal urge in you - the desire to breed - but despite being aware of the change that has taken place, you've no will to fight it. If your body does not survive the birthing process, you'll be free from this hell. If it does, it can fuck you and breed you again, and again, and again...

Muffled moans escape the webbing and the barest hint of movement betrays your actions inside the cocoon. You've been wrapped so tightly that you can barely move, but you can still rub your thighs together, and one of your hands is close enough to your chest to pinch at your hard, pink nipple.

Your self-pleasuring isn't really sufficient to satisfy your hunger, but the desire injected into your body with the daemon's venom will never truly run its course, and so you play with your body as minutes turn into hours, and then days. You drift into sleep whenever you're tired, which is often, and you rub your body when you're horny, which is always.

Periodically, you'll be treated to the dusky light of hell's sky filtering into your master's nest when it tears a hole in your cocoon near your mouth. The spider stuffs your lips full of its sex to feed you. You gather as much stimulation as you can from it, suckling like a glutton for as long as it will let you. It drowns you in the thick gushes of semen that soon follow - you have difficulty swallowing so much cream while hanging upside down, so most of it splatters over your face and pools around your head. When the feeding is over, it webs over the tear and you're trapped in darkness and your own masturbation once again.

You couldn't hope to comprehend how much time has passed in a land where time barely has any meaning in the first place. Your tits have swollen with bitter milk, and your belly has swollen with unnatural life. One by one, the daemons have begun to pull their way to freedom from between your legs. Thousands of feet stab into your sensitive flesh - the pain is exquisite. Your cocoon fails as your offspring tear their way to freedom and then seek their mother's nourishment. Relief from the pressure of your full tits complements the relief of pressure from your full womb, and it all blends together with the pain of birth and the joy of motherhood. You laugh and cry and wail... and in the corner of your eye, you spot your mate, waiting patiently nearby to fill you with his next clutch of eggs.

Long beyond the point of your mind breaking down into an obedient mush, you notice something odd happening to your body. Those long, slender, graceful legs that you used to love to spread for your mate are covered in thick bristles.

Much longer after that, you realize that a thick shell-like substance has begun to replace the soft skin of your lower body. Overtime, the changes become more rapid, until you awaken one day and only your torso is human - the lower half of you is a many-legged spider like the daemon who originally caught you. You feel venom brewing behind your fangs, and your own clutch of eggs straining inside you, begging to be released into another poor soul.

You crawl down from your master's nest with ease in search of a victim of your own to help grow the family.