Chapter 1 : My Usual Job

Ugh......

Kacha......Kacha......

Uu......Un......Ah......

Kacha......Kacha......

The sound of a woman's voice and a damp sound echo.

We are in a prison.

The cold floor is illuminated by dim lights on the walls reveal the woman and the beast that overlaps and mingle in it.

A blonde woman is moaning as I laid her on the floor, with her long blonde hair spread out as a sheet.

The woman's eyes had lost their light and now staring at the ceiling of this cell.

Whenever I move my hips forward while staring into her beautiful hazel eyes, she lets out a voice that overpowered the clashing sound of shackles.

As I watch the woman's beautiful face contort in pleasure, the rhythm of my thrusts naturally quickened. The inside of this woman's vagina feels very good.

"Haha ...... ah ...... ah ...... ah ...... ah ...... ah ......"

Her breathing quickened in response.

Then, little by little, the tip of her tongue began to poke its head out of the opening fetters.

The blonde woman has a cute habit of stretching out her tongue and writhing in agony when she's aroused.

The wriggling of her stomach, which is now fully visible behind the shackles. It's like a leech shaking its head in the air, looking for its prey.

I couldn't help but feel my hips buckle at the sight of such a lustful scene.

I swelled inside her. At the same time, the woman's mouth let out an "ahhh" sound of pleasure, and the tip of her tongue flicked out. I was a little pleased with her reaction and accelerate the movement of my hips.

The job I've been given is to impregnate this woman.

"Ha...... ha...... ha...... ha...... ha......."

I have to keep fucking her until she reaches her limit and pours my seed into her. If the woman can also have fun in the process, that'll make it so much better.

Most of the clothing that was supposed to cover the woman's private parts had been torn off by my hands, leaving only a few strips of cloth on her arms and shins. The woman's white soft skin is all exposed to the darkness, and she is being roughly fucked by me.

She has already stopped trying to close her legs. If she disobeys me, the beast's torment will resume. She finally understands that if she meekly accepts and obeys me, she will be carefully humiliated in this way.

The woman spent the entire day on the cold floor without a single blanket for comfort.

Despite the fact that her mind is already closed, her pale peachy white skin doesn't hide its burning desire, and the intensity of the ongoing pleasure is exposed under my gaze, including the wet sounds leaking from her secret places.

I want you to fuck me more.

The woman's body is begging for more, more.

A woman who has been raped by me for an entire day, and who continues to beg me to ravage her own cunt with my violent penetration. I don't need words to understand. The amount of her love juices overflowing from the joint speaks for itself.

"Ah ...... ah ...... ah ...... ah ...... ah ...... ah ...... ah ......"

Her voice, which mechanically matches the rhythm of her bouncing body, doesn't hide the glossy finish. I'm sure she's delighted to be at my mercy.

She's given in to me.

I've corrupted her.

Now she's mine.

As the moment the joy of such domination flashed through my mind, I felt a hot sensation rising in my lower abdomen.

I grabbed the woman's waist as I was driven by the swelling animal desire inside me.

A hint of tension flashed across her face.

I held her firmly and swung my hips, accelerating my strokes to rub up the folds of her flesh.

As I did so, I immersed myself in the work of scraping the walls of her vagina with this gill-rimmed glans. It is a ritual of pleasure necessary to plant a child in a woman. At the same time, I remember to move carefully and not to destroy her.

"Oh Ah! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah!!--"

She shook her head reluctantly, her blond hair shaking.

She wrinkled her brow and arched her back trying to escape the too much ecstasy that I am giving her. But her lustful and lascivious movements are more than enough to make me want to abuse her.

Her breasts bounce up and down syncing with my thrusts.

The white woman's body bends like a bow.

Her breathing is ragged and her moans are feverish.

I swung my hips in a steady rhythm, waiting for her to climax.

Enjoying the woman's gradually shortening cries, I continued to stir her hot, squishy honey pot.

"Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!? Ah, oh, oh!

Finally, her hips lifted. Her back arched hard and her whole body twitched.

I watch as she surrendered to the beastly urge that rushed up to her thighs and gave me one last deep thrust with all my weight.

A flash runs through my mind.

I release my filthy bodily fluids into the womb of the woman I have just conquered.

A strong thump strikes the back of the woman's vagina, followed by a torrent of hot bodily fluids pouring in like a dam.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman's vagina slammed by such a powerful blow.

"Ohhhh!! Ohhh!! ...... Ahhhh ......Oh!!!"

The tone of the woman's voice changed to a high-pitched scream.

Each time the boiling liquid struck the woman's depths, her expression, which had been lost for the past hour, twisted into a mixture of astonishment and pleasure.

My discharging semen durations are quite long, no different from that of a Pigs.

The beast's semen invaded the woman's womb with a thud, thud, thud sound. There is no sign of ending at all.

The women get this crazy pleasure every time I ejaculate on them. The pleasure is so irresistible that after half a day, most women are forced to surrender.

a blonde woman with a red face was staring at a void with moist eyes, enduring the waves of sensuality I was sending her.

Her beautiful labia lips were clamped tightly around me. The white liquid that overflowed from the opening stained the woman's ass, the floor, and even the brilliance of her blonde hair, which is longer than her waist.

I took plenty of time to fully fill the woman's womb. Her white belly is even a little swollen. I feel so accomplished.

I leave her there and sit up.

Then I pulled my raging meat out of the woman's vagina, and with the force of it pointing upward, semen splashes in a straight line from her belly to her face.

The woman was stunned, her white breasts swelling up and down as she received the outpouring.

My cock is still thrusting upward with unabated vigor. It is still wet with love juice, but the greenish veins floating on the surface were pulsating, reddish-black, and slick like some creature, lumpy, heavy, and thick. Horse-like is the perfect word.

A painful desire still swirled in my lower abdomen. It doesn't seem to be subsiding at all.

This never-ending, burning sexual desire is a characteristic of the Butcher, the monster also known as the Slaughterer and Slaughter demon.

I used to be a human. But now I am the Butcher.

There is a large mirror on the wall of this bleak, square room. Someone is peeking through the mirror. Such a bad taste. disgusting.

The other side of the mirror is a grate. There are no furnishings in this empty space. This is a prison with no privacy.

I look at the mirror on the wall.

The reflection of my face on the screen showed not a trace of my old self.

A huge, swollen man. Gray skin. Large spots all over the body. Swollen face. No lips, bare gums. A crooked nose. Eyeballs as red as glass beads. A round device stuck in the side of the head.

And a fearsome phallus that extended majestically from the crotch.

In contrast to the fleshy body, only the penis is as heavy and hard as cast metal.

How can such an ugly creature exist?

An existence that can be called the rightful gong of blasphemy against the natural world.

That's what I am now.

As I stand there staring at the mirror, resentful, I soon hear an echoing voice in my head.

--Fuck her more. Do your job.

This is not a second me talking to you, or a monologue in my brain. It's a command from a device stuck in the side of my head.

The Butcher's brain is like a spinning machine. That's why the Butcher is essentially just a being that moves according to the commands from the control unit in his head like this.

If left unchecked, the Butcher will lose control of itself and go on a rampage, regardless of whether it is friend or foe. The Butcher's operation is a dangerous one, as it is always in danger of going out of control. That's why the people who use the Butcher try to get me to ejaculate as much as possible in a single session.

In fact, I'm not even close, I haven't even had enough yet, even though I've been pumping for an entire day. I have an amazingly inexhaustible sex drive. What's amazing is the erection and ejaculation power that makes it happen. I want to fuck the woman in front of me as I breathe. I am such an animal.

But that's how my body has been altered. I couldn't help myself.

I looked at the blonde woman lying on the floor.

She was the offering that was given to me. My own personal impregnation bag that I can use as much as I want.

The blonde woman managed to keep her legs closed, but she didn't seem to have the energy to roll her body to the side trying to catch her breath.

The white cum spilled out of the gap between her closed legs, dripping down her beautiful ass and forming a white puddle.

Hard and cold floors and soft fleshly white hills moving up and down.

Her skin is as smooth as satin, in contrast to the tattered scraps left on her limbs.

The richly squashed twin mounds and peach-colored nipples pointing upward. My filthy white fluid splattered all over them.

The frothy stain on the floor where the evidence of my union with the woman mingles.

Her beautiful face. The gag of her mouth and her eyes like dead fish.

Such a lust-inducing sight sent fresh oxygen to the fierce fire in my lower abdomen, which was on the verge of disappearing. It was a desire that seemed to squeeze my heart.

In the blink of an eye, the desire in me blazes up.

The next thing I know, I'm opening my mouth and screaming my heart out at the ceiling.

The rectangular room resonated and vibrated.

The woman who had almost given up her spirit responded to my roar.

"--n......"

She seems to be trying to tell me something. I wondered what it was. I became curious.

I took a step closer.

My huge body shook the floor in response to my steps.

"-Waa!!, ah ... ah ah ah ah!"

The woman screamed and started scratching the floor trying to move away. I couldn't understand what she was saying, but she seemed to want to get away from me.

You're looking good. That's great. I think she's still got it in her.

I've fucked dozens of women in this room. I've always been familiar with the female body, and now I'm becoming familiar with the limits of the female creature.

This is a rapid recovery from the slack and flaccid state she was in earlier. I can judge that she can endure my torture for another half day. As expected of a woman who comes to the front lines, she has a lot of stamina.

I stopped beside the woman.

A shadow fell over the woman's face as she looked up at me in horror. The woman's gaze is met by the sight of my vicious beast root.

I grab her by the blond hair and I pull her upper body up as if I am lifting a basketball.

"Uh-......"

Just as the woman let out a cry of pain, I tore off her shackles with my fingernails.

In no time at all, I screwed my filthy stiffness into the gap between her soft lips.