I avoid the rear position.
Why? Because the girls' knees get scraped raw, and it's a mess.
This cell is empty. No bed, not even a scrap of cloth.
On the hard, bare floor, if I force them onto all fours and thrust violently, their skin peels off instantly, flesh tears, and even bones start to grind down.
I want the girls to feel pleasure, not pain. That's why I avoid the rear position.
But sometimes, I crave the full, white curves of their buttocks.
Standing rear isn't bad, but standing makes the flesh tense.
The proper position to entice a man is still on all fours.
So, I devised this compromise:
I position the woman on all fours, lift her by her shins, and thrust shallowly. This way, I can attack from behind without straining her knees.
"Ahh! Uuagh! Aah! Ahh… nngh! Unh, ah, aaaaaahhhh guhhh———!"
The woman climaxed violently, her buttocks twitching.
She stiffened, her body trembling, then collapsed face-first onto the floor.
This position requires her to hold a push-up stance, which is tough. But the women who come to me are all ex-soldiers, so they manage.
If she lowers her hands like now, it's fine. I just thrust from an angle.
Right now, I'm violating a woman with short, brown, wavy hair.
Technically, I'd already said goodbye to her once. I don't know why she's back, but since she's already "open," I can slam into her from behind with full force.
She's one of my masterpieces. Thanks to her, I can finally do as I please again.
"Uu, uuu… ungh! …Uuuh… mmnhh… uuuu…"
Her cheek pressed to the floor, drool spilling from the corner of her mouth, the wavy-haired girl moans. I've been violating her since last night, but she barely reacts. She's already broken.
Yet her hot labia, dripping with saliva, greedily latch onto my dark, swollen member. This is what's so honest and cute about women. Especially this one—tough and experienced, she responds to every demand.
When I thrust, she loosens her vaginal walls to welcome me, arching her neck and gasping. When I withdraw, she clenches tightly, reluctant to let go. Each time my thick, ridged head grinds through her, her vaginal flesh massages me in return.
It's a woman's primal instinct, luring me to climax deep inside. From behind, I can see her delighted reactions clearly.
Initially, she was so lively. I prefer energetic women. They talk to me. Quiet ones just tremble, lips sealed, offering no information.
This girl, though, talked endlessly, insults mixed with words. By the end, she'd collapse, limp, like the others. But when she returned, she'd talk again, lively.
She'd start by scolding me, aggressive words, then end up screaming for more. "Kill me, bite me, if only I had a gun, I don't want to feel, I don't want to climax, forgive me, it feels good, I'm dying, I'm going, I'm cumming, help me, I'm breaking." Any human words she uttered sharpened my fading sanity.
So, when I broke her, I felt a bit tender. Toward the end, she wept, repeating a name… what was it?
Roy…? Jay…? Almost forgot. Anyway, she kept apologizing. Why?
Still, since she's already broken, maybe it's okay if her knees get scraped…
But lifting her legs like this, unlike a normal rear position, is exhausting for both of us. Worse, I can't grip her waist or grope her soft flesh—a major drawback.
If only there were a cloth.
Lost in thought, I surrendered to another orgasm, pounding her womb with my semen, when a loud clatter came from behind me.
I turned my head. Inside the cell, a girl clutched the bars, screaming.
Outside, two men stood, smirking.
Clearly, a new prisoner. But I'm in the middle of breeding the wavy-haired girl. Two at once? Hmm…
Noticing my stare, the girl turned, fear twisting her face. She looked young—too young to be a soldier. Her clothes seemed ordinary.
The women brought to me are ex-soldiers, in their prime—not too young, not worn out. But this girl…
Intrigued, I stood, still impaled in the wavy-haired girl, lifting her from behind—a reverse piggyback. My member's horse-sized, so even in this position, I'm deep inside her. Her weight pushes me in further, but she's fine. She'll moan sweetly no matter what.
Carrying the writhing, screaming wavy-haired girl, I approached the new arrival.
She wore strange clothes, short brown hair, a beret, and round, animal-like eyes—adorably small.
As I stomped closer, she pressed her back to the wall, trembling. The men made no move to help her.
So, she's mine now.
"Guh…!? Uaaagh! Agh! Igh! Agh! Agh! Igh! Iggh! Agh! Igh——"
Standing before the beret girl, I shook the wavy-haired girl violently. The new stimulation made her scream and moan.
I spread my legs wide, letting the beret girl see our union clearly. As I moved her up and down, my grotesque member sliding in and out, our mixed fluids spilled—a lesson for what's to come.
Prepare yourself, I thought.
The beret girl's mouth hung open, stunned. Was she scared or just shocked?
"Uu! —Ah, hih! Higgh! Hih, hih, hih, hii, aughih, hih, hih——!"
The wavy-haired girl's voice changed. Panting rapidly, she sought another climax, writhing in my arms.
Impressive, right? So wet, so sensitive. You'll be like this soon.
I extended my dark tongue, probing her open mouth, teasing her palate. Without finesse, I thrust in and out, like a forced deep throat.
Her cheeks puffed, the flesh beneath writhing.
"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
As I continued, her vaginal walls began to spasm. Her body shook violently, her vagina clenching, her buttocks tightening.
The tension held, then released, her body going limp.
Her eyes rolled back, tears streaming, her face ecstasy itself. Even now, her vagina greedily suckled my member.
Oh, I forgot to climax, focused on her.
But the presentation was clear: what I do brings joy, not pain.
I can't speak, so I show her. Her fear should ease now.
I gently laid the wavy-haired girl down, then turned to the beret girl.
Her face was drenched—in her juices and my semen. Hours of being connected, a thick mix.
I stood tall, my erect, violent member on display.
This thick, hot weapon will conquer you. Nice to meet you, I thought, twitching it.
The men outside laughed.
I don't get it, but I'm eyeing her clothes.
If I strip them off, lay them on the floor, maybe I can finally do a proper rear position.
A gift from heaven.
First, I'll borrow her clothes, enjoy the wavy-haired girl from behind, then it's your turn. Watch us, pleasure yourself—it'll make things easier later. She'll moan so lewdly, you'll get aroused too.
I reached for the beret girl's hat.
She grabbed it, tears in her eyes, screaming.
"◎▽〒〓… &※◎★! ※&! ~~~~~~!"
Unintelligible. Wait—she's an alien?
She looks human, but…
No, she has a tail!
So fluffy, I thought it was part of her clothes.
Her wet eyes are vertically slit, pupils dilated like a cat's, tail puffed.
Tears streamed from her round eyes.