Uuu...
Chomp... Chomp...
Uuu... Yeah... Ah...
Chomp... Chomp...
The sounds filling the air are a woman's voice and wet, slurping noises.
This is inside a prison cell.
Dim lights flicker on the walls.
They illuminate the cold floor.
On it, a woman and a beast are entwined, their bodies moving in rhythm.
The blonde woman lies beneath me, moaning as I pin her down.
Her long golden hair spreads like a sheet, and on it, I violate her.
Her eyes, once bright, now stare blankly at the prison ceiling, devoid of light.
With each thrust of my hips, I gaze into her beautiful hazel eyes. Through the gap in her gag, she lets out breathy moans and drools saliva.
Watching her perfectly sculpted face contort in pleasure, my rhythm quickens naturally. Her insides feel incredibly right.
"Hah... Aaah... Hah... Aaa... Aah... Mmmah..."
Her breathing quickens in response.
Then, her tongue begins to peek out, bit by bit, from the gag.
This blonde has a cute habit—when her arousal peaks, she extends her tongue like this, writhing in ecstasy.
Inside the gag, her glistening, writhing mucous membrane is fully exposed. It's like a leech searching for prey, its head swaying in the air.
The sheer obscenity of the scene makes my hips instinctively thrust harder.
I swell inside her. Simultaneously, she lets out a delighted "Augh!" and her tongue flicks out. Pleased by her reaction, I accelerate my movements, thrusting harder and faster.
My job is to impregnate this woman.
"Hah... Hah... Hah... Hah... Hah..."
I'll keep violating her until she reaches her limit, filling her with my seed. If she can enjoy it too, all the better.
Her clothes, meant to conceal her secrets, have been mostly torn off by my hands, leaving only scraps clinging to her arms and shins. Her pale, soft skin is fully exposed in the dim light, her legs shamelessly spread for me.
She's stopped trying to close her legs. She knows resisting will only bring the beast's wrath. She's finally understood—if she submits quietly, I'll violate her gently.
For a full day, she's been my plaything on this cold, blanketless floor.
Though her heart is closed off, her flushed, pale skin betrays her arousal. The wet sounds leaking from her core and her intense pleasure are laid bare before my gaze.
She wants more.
Her body begs for more, again and again.
Violated by me for a full day, she still pleads for my brutal manhood to ravage her womanhood. No words are needed. The amount of her arousal dripping from our union tells the story.
"Ah... Ah... Ah... Auh... Aaan..."
Even the mechanical sounds she makes in rhythm with her body's movements can't hide their sultry tone. She's undeniably enjoying my dominance.
She's surrendered to me.
I've corrupted her.
She's mine now.
As the joy of domination flickers through my mind, a hot sensation rises from my lower abdomen.
Driven by the swelling darkness within me, I grab her hips.
A faint tension crosses her face.
I hold her firmly, accelerating my thrusts, rubbing against her tender folds.
I focus on grinding her vaginal walls with my engorged head—a necessary ritual to plant my seed. Yet, I'm careful not to break her, mindful of her body.
"N-gah!? N-gah! N-gah! N-gah! Aaah! A-gah! Ah... A... A... A... A... Aaaahhhh, ngah, ngah, ngah, ngah, ngah—"
Her blonde hair flies wildly as she shakes her head, resisting.
Her brows furrow, her back arches as she tries to escape the overwhelming ecstasy I'm giving her. But her seductive, wanton movements only fuel my sadistic desires.
Her full breasts bounce up and down with my thrusts.
Her white body bends like a bow.
Her ragged breaths and heated moans fill the air.
I maintain a steady rhythm, waiting for her climax.
I enjoy the shortening cries escaping her lips, continuing to stir the hot, wet depths within her.
"Ngah, ngah, ngah, ngah, ugh—!? Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaa—nnn—ngaahhhh!"
Finally, her hips lift. Her back arches sharply, her body convulsing with spasms.
Watching this, I surrender to the beast's impulse racing up my thighs, delivering one final, deep thrust with all my weight.
A flash runs through my mind.
I release my filthy fluids into her womb, pinning her beneath me.
A strong pulse strikes deep within her, followed by a gushing flood of hot liquid, as if a dam has burst.
"Nn-aaaah... Aaah! Aaaaah... Aaah—!?!"
Her voice rises to a high-pitched scream.
With each pulsating thrust, her expression—lost for about an hour—returns, contorted in shock and pleasure.
My release is long, almost animalistic.
My beastly seed pulses strongly, invading her womb relentlessly. It shows no sign of stopping.
Every time I ejaculate, women endure this maddening conquest. After half a day, most surrender completely to the irresistible pleasure.
The blonde gasps, her face bright red, her eyes glistening as she stares into the void, enduring the waves of sensation I send through her.
Her beautiful lips tightly grip me, and from the gap, my milky fluid spills out, soiling her buttocks, the floor, and even her long, shining blonde hair.
I take my time, filling her womb completely. Her white belly swells slightly. It's incredibly satisfying.
Leaving her, I rise.
My engorged member slips from her vagina, and as it points upward, my semen splatters in a straight line from her belly to her face.
She lies there, dazed, her white breasts rising and falling as she endures the eruption.
My erection remains unwavering, pointing skyward. Drenched in milky fluid and her arousal, the greenish veins on its surface pulse, standing red-black and thick, like another creature. It's heavy, knotted, and horse-like.
My lower abdomen still throbs with desire, showing no signs of subsiding.
This unquenchable, scorching lust is the trait of the Butcher—a feared monster.
I was once human. Now, I'm the Butcher.
In this dull, square room, a large mirror covers one wall. Someone watches from the other side—disgusting voyeurs.
The opposite side of the mirror is barred. The space is empty, devoid of furnishings. This prison cell has zero privacy.
I stare at the mirror covering the wall.
The reflection shows no trace of my former self.
A hulking figure with gray skin, covered in large spots. A rotting face, lipless, with exposed gums. A withered nose. Glass-like red eyes. A round device embedded in my temple.
And between my legs, a monstrous penis rises proudly.
Contrasting my fleshy body, it's heavy and hard, like cast iron.
Does such an ugly creature deserve to exist?
I'm a blasphemy against nature itself.
This is me now.
As I stand there, staring blankly into the mirror, an echoed voice fills my head.
"Violate more women. Do your job."
This isn't my second self speaking, or my inner monologue. It's a command from the device embedded in my temple.
The Butcher's brain is scrambled. We're meant to follow commands from the control device in our heads.
This maddening lust, if left unchecked, would run wild. I'd lose control, attacking friend and foe alike. Using a Butcher is always risky, teetering on the edge of chaos. So, those who control me try to make me ejaculate as much as possible in one job.
Honestly, I'm still not satisfied. Despite ejaculating continuously for a full day, my lust is endless. It's absurd, yet my stamina and virility are astonishing. I want to violate the woman before me just for breathing. I'm that kind of beast.
But my body has been modified this way. There's nothing I can do.
I look at the blonde lying on the floor.
She's my offering, my personal breeding vessel to use as I please.
Though she manages to keep her legs closed, she lacks the strength to roll over. She lies on her side, gasping for breath.
From the gap in her closed legs, my semen leaks out, dripping onto her beautiful buttocks and forming a white puddle.
The hard, cold floor contrasts with her soft, white curves.
The tattered scraps clinging to her limbs contrast with her satin-smooth skin.
Her full, crushed breasts and pink nipples pointing upward are splattered with my filthy fluid.
The foamy stains on the floor mingle—proof of our union.
Her beautiful face, the gag in her mouth, and her lifeless eyes evoke depraved desires.
Her appearance fans the embers in my lower abdomen, igniting a desperate craving.
Desire flares up instantly.
Before I know it, I open my mouth wide, letting out a blood-curdling roar toward the ceiling.
The rectangular room resonates, vibrating intensely.
The woman, who seemed to be losing her grip on reality, reacts to my roar.
"Y...?"
She's trying to say something. What is it? I'm curious.
I take a step, then another.
With each step, my massive form shakes the floor.
"W-oaah... Aaaaaaaahh!"
She screams, clawing at the floor. Her voice is muffled by the gag, so I can't understand her, but she's clearly trying to distance herself from me.
She's still full of energy. Amazing. She can keep going.
I've violated dozens of women in this room. Being well-versed in the female body, I now understand its limits.
Her rapid recovery from her previous limp state tells me she can endure my assaults for another half day. Her stamina is impressive, fitting for someone on the front lines.
I stop beside her.
Her face, looking up at me in terror, is shadowed. Her gaze fixes on my monstrous manhood.
I grab her head, tangling my fingers in her blonde hair, lifting her upper body as easily as a basketball.
"Ngh... Aaah..."
As she groans in pain, I use my claws to tear off her gag.
Without hesitation, I shove my dirty, rigid member into her soft, parted lips.