Chapter 1: My Usual Job
Butcher Demon
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The sound of a womanâs 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 on top of one another.
A blonde woman is moaning as I laid her on the floor, with her long blonde hair spread out as a sheet.
The womanâs 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 womanâs beautiful face contort in pleasure, the rhythm of my thrusts naturally quickened. The inside of this womanâs vagina feels very good.
âHaha â¦â¦ ah â¦â¦ ah â¦â¦ ah â¦â¦ ah â¦â¦ ah â¦â¦â
Her breaths quickened in response.
Then, little by little, the tip of her tongue began to poke out of the opening of the restraining device.
The blonde woman has a cute habit of stretching out her tongue and writhing in agony when sheâs aroused.
The wriggling of the tongue, which is now fully visible behind the shackles. Itâs like a leech shaking its head in the air, looking for its prey.
I couldnât help but feel my hips buckle at the sight of such a lustful scene.
I swelled inside her. At the same time, the womanâs mouth let out an âahhhâ 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 Iâve been given is to impregnate this woman.
âHaâ¦â¦ haâ¦â¦ haâ¦â¦ haâ¦â¦ haâ¦â¦.â
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 thatâll make it so much better.
Most of the clothing that was supposed to cover the womanâs private parts had been torn off by my hands, leaving only a few strips of cloth on her arms and shins. The womanâs 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 beastâs torment will resume. She finally understands that if she meekly accepts and obeys me, she will be carefully humiliated in this way.
This woman spent an entire day on the cold floor without a single blanket for comfort.
Despite the fact that her mind is already closed, the pale peachy tint of her white skin doesnât 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.
âI want you to fuck me more.â
The womanâs 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 donât need words to understand. The amount of her love juices overflowing from the joint speaks for itself.
âAh â¦â¦ ah â¦â¦ ah â¦â¦ ah â¦â¦ ah â¦â¦ ah â¦â¦ ah â¦â¦â
Her voice, which mechanically matches the rhythm of her bouncing body, doesnât hide the glossy finish. Iâm sure sheâs delighted to be at my mercy.
Sheâs given in to me.
Iâve corrupted her.
Now sheâs mine.
As the moment the joy of such domination flashed through my mind as I felt a hot sensation rising in my lower abdomen.
I grabbed the womanâs 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 my 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.
âOh Ah! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah!!ââ
She shook her head reluctantly, her blond hair shaking.
She wrinkled her brow and arched her back trying to escape from the 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 womanâs 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 womanâs gradually shortening cries, I continued to stir her hot, squishy honey pot.
âOh! 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 that I conquered.
A strong thump strikes the back of the womanâs vagina, followed by a torrent of hot bodily fluids pouring in like a dam.
This is the first time Iâve ever seen a womanâs vagina slammed by such a powerful blow.
âOhhhh!! Ohhh!! â¦â¦ Ahhhh â¦â¦Oh!!!â
The tone of the womanâs voice changed to a high-pitched scream.
Each time the boiling liquid struck the womanâs depths, her expression, which had been lost for the past hour, twisted into a mixture of astonishment and pleasure.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
My semen discharging durations are quite long, no different from that of a Pigs.
The beastâs semen invaded the womanâs womb. *thud* *thud* *thud* There is no sign of ending at all.
The women get this insane 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 womanâs 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 womanâs womb. I feel so accomplished when I saw her swollen white belly.
I leave her there and stand up.
I pulled my raging meat out of the womanâs 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 unrelenting vigor. It is still wet love juices, greenish veins floating on the surface were pulsating on the reddish-black meat looks like some kind of creature, lumpy, heavy, and thick. Horse-like is the perfect word.
The burning desire is still swirled in my lower abdomen. It doesnât 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 or Slaughter demon.
I used to be human. But now I am the Butcher.
There is a large mirror on the wall of this bleak, square room. Someone is observing the scene through the mirror. Such a bad taste. disgusting.
The opposite of the mirror is a gate. 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 in the mirror 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. crooked nose. Eyeballs as red as glass beads and a round device that stuck in the side of my head.
And a fearsome phallus that extended majestically from the crotch.
In contrast to the fleshy body, only the penis looks heavy and hard as cast metal.
How can such an ugly creature exist?
An existence that can be called blasphemy against the natural world.
Thatâs what I am now.
As I stand there staring at the mirror resentfully, I hear an echoing voice in my head.
âFuck her more. Do your job.
This is not a second me talking to you, or a monologue in my brain. Itâs a command from a device stuck in the side of my head.
The Butcherâs brain is like a spinning machine. Thatâs 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. Thatâs why operating Butcher is a dangerous task, as it is always at the risk of going out of control. Thatâs why the people who use the Butcher try to get me to ejaculate as much as possible in a single session.
In fact, Iâm not even close, I havenât even had enough yet, even though Iâve been pumping for an entire day. I have an amazingly inexhaustible sex drive. Whatâs amazing is the unrivaled erection and ejaculation power. I want to fuck the woman in front of me as I breathe. I am such an animal.
But thatâs because of how my body has been altered. I couldnât help myself.
I looked at the blonde woman thatâs 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 didnât seem to have the energy to move her body, trying to catch her breath.
The white cum spilled out of the gap between her closed legs, dripping down along 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 has a gag in her mouth and her eyes that look like a 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, Iâm 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.
âânâ¦â¦â
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.
â-Waa!!, ah ⦠ah ah ah ah!â
The woman screamed and started scratching and clawing at the floor. I couldnât understand what she was saying, but she seemed to want to get away from me.
Youâre looking good. Thatâs great. I think sheâs still got it in her.
Iâve fucked dozens of women in this room. Iâve always been familiar with the female body, and now Iâm 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 womanâs face as she looked up at me in horror. The womanâs gaze is met by the sight of my vicious beast root.
I grab her by the blond hair and I pull her body up, Itâs feels so light as if I am lifting a basketball.
âUh-â¦â¦â
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.