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The newborn spiders awoke hungry. In the pit they would have begun to feed on each other, but this was a generation born into richness. Flesh, blood & meat. Each hatchling began to tunnel, eating their way deeper and spreading out. Feeding on the brain of Ami Mizuno.

It wasn’t an awakening, it was a convulsion. Every remaining nerve in her body burned as if electrified. Although tightly cocooned in steel spider silk her spasms split the threads nearly spilling her to the floor of the pit again. The sounds from her throat were unintelligible, inhuman and full of hate.

Fluid spilled from every pore, bowls and bladder heaved. Her stench began to rival the noxious corruption of the pit. The force of her struggles ruptured her hymen, her sphincter began to clench, opening and closing like some obscene sea creature gasping for breath.

Shuddering with sudden ecstasy, each beat of her heart sprayed blood and cum from her spasming pussy. “Shit, piss, fuck, cum” were the only words she could remember. They rolled through her damaged brain, over and over

The old spider was nearly torn lose from the eye socket. Instantly it realized that her hatchlings had damaged the host. For generations she had exerted her will upon her children. She clamped down on that control, every one of the hatchlings stopped.

Ami continued to shudder. Hatchlings had reached her brain’s pleasure control center. Others had tunneled deeper into the more primitive centers of the brain. Organic circuits were created, linked to the old spider. Connections between parts of the brain that had never existed bridged the gap where the hatchlings had destroyed brain cells.

In the fetid darkness orgasm, rage and pain existed. Ami’s addiction was more terrible than any drug. No human could have survived, but the combination of her Senshi powers with the changes brought on by the poisons, had warped her beyond human. Even so, she was approaching death.

The old spider had become part of the circuit wired into her victim’s brain. It already knew of pain and rage. But it had never known such ecstasy. Mating was a biological imperative. Laying her eggs was pleasing, but the raw physical sensations it felt now was weakening it.

Both the spider and the blue haired girl were dying,. Neither had the strength to survive on their own. Their consciousness blurred… and merged.

A new creature was born of pain.
Fueled by hate.
Addicted to perpetual orgasm

Coming soon: Part 3: Sailor V, Mother of Rats
Coming soon, Part 3: Sailor V, Mother of Rats