Chapter 15: Drill Sergeant.
Butcher Demon
âNo, get away from me! Get away from me!â
A woman is pressing her back against the prison wall while yelling at me.
Itâs the new girl. A girl with short brown hair.
She looks cheerful, but her eyes are a little droopy, and this difference is quite charming.
Female soldiers tend to have a tendency to start messing around with their hairstyles once they get used to the army to some extent, so maybe this girl with her fresh haircut is still a new recruit.
She was dressed in her combat uniform. The women who come to me are first thrown into jail wearing the clothes they wore when they were caught like this. The next time they are thrown in, they are thrown in bare. It seems that making me strip them for the first time is a kind of ritual.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
By the way, this girl doesnât have her shackles on. The aliens were lazy again.
Some of the newly captured prisoners, depending on who they are, try to bite off their tongues when they see me in front of them. It was customary for the first girl to be offered to the Butcher in restriction devices to prevent such a wasteful act.
But aliens are such a pain in the ass sometimes. Some women are brought in without shackles. As a pro, this really annoyed me.
Every soldier with some experience knows that biting off your tongue is not the answer. It hurts like hell, and it wonât kill you. Maybe you can bit off your tongue but itâs extremely difficult, and the aliens have recovery magic. Youâll never kill yourself by biting it off.
Thatâs why I donât want this girl to do such pointless and disadvantageous things. There is no way you will feel real pleasure in that kind of pain.
â why is there â¦â¦ such a â¦â¦ thing â¦â¦!â
The short-haired girl scratched her hair up roughly. She seemed to be confused about something.
This girl is very energetic.
She seems to be an inexperienced soldier. Itâs usually these types of girls who try to bite off their tongues. I call these girls tongue cutters. Theyâre dangerous.
I slowly began to close the distance between us so as not to startle her.
I feel like Iâm trying to capture an injured stray cat. Itâs okay, donât be afraid, come here. Come here!
In fact, itâs the butcher who closes the distance. I guess it is quite scary.
âDonât come any closer or I will bite my own tongue off and die!â
See?
I could let you bite it off once and let them use recovery magic to heal it to show you that it doesnât mean anything, but Iâm an honors student butcher and thereâs no recovery magician or anything like that stationed nearby, except for the warden behind the mirror.
So youâll have to suffer for quite a while, and since I want to humiliate you as soon as possible, itâs a loss for both of us.
Itâs no use, letâs do our best. â¦â¦.
I take a big step forward.
When the short-haired girl saw this, she peeled her eyes open and screams.
âNo!!! Stop!?â
As soon as she was about to say something, I plunged my black, blue tongue into her mouth with a swoosh.
My tongue has a strange, sickly color. Itâs like the color of a corpse or the color of a bruise from a hard hit or something like that. And it stretches really well.
âNgânï½ï½ï½ï½ï½ï½ !!â
The short-haired girl desperately grabbed my tongue and tried her best to pull it out.
That was unexpected. I was expecting her to bite me with all her might, but she seems to be hesitant to do so.
She was right. The tongue is my weak point.
Butchers are very sturdy when it comes to skin, flesh, and bones, but their tongues are relatively weak. I think itâs because of the elasticity. It hurts to be bitten, even by a human womanâs jaw. It s impossible to bite it off, but it does enough damage that I donât like it either.
But that doesnât mean that you should try to bit my tongue. When Iâm in pain or damaged, I find it harder and harder to control my butcherâs ferocity.
Thatâs why I rarely stick my tongue in a girl while sheâs resisting. It can inadvertently kill them.
When I prevent a girl from cutting off her tongue with my tongue like this, I have to work very hard to control my urges so that the butcherâs body doesnât go out of control.
I was prepared for this again, but this girl seems fine. Sheâs well-behaved. Great, great, great.
I closed the distance between us at once and grabbed her hand.
The girl with the short hair shivering.
âNnnggâ¦â¦nngh!â
As I slowly move my nails downward, the tough combat suit is tearing like paper.
I do this on purpose to teach her the danger of my nails because if I hold her down and she goes crazy, sheâs going to get hurt, the nails will tear the skin.
Anyway, I donât want this girl to resists. Resisting is a direct threat to your life. Thatâs what I want to teach you as soon as possible.
Then, from underneath, healthy, tanned skin appeared. Her breasts were moderately full and her body was very fresh and lush.
âUghnâ¦â¦â¦.!!â
My fingernails brushed against her pants. The short-haired girl gasped as she felt the leather belt, which was supposed to be sturdy, rip off with a flick of my fingernail.
She seemed to understand. It would be too dangerous to move.
ââ¦â¦â
Her clothes peeled open in a vertical line.
Her breasts were well-tanned, but there were still tanning marks from her shorts near her pubic mounds. I guess sheâs a topless bikini type. Her whole body was damp with sweat and she looked so wonderful and alive. I canât wait to paint it white with my own sperm and fuck it.
I carefully placed my palms against her breasts, gently, so as not to hit my nails.
âNâ¦â¦â
I slowly crush and knead the lump of fat.
Her body twitched, but she remained still. There was a little force in her teeth as she bit my tongue.
This isnât foreplay.
It s my way of telling you that Iâm not going to hurt you.
The short-haired girlâs face was pale and drawn with fear. Her gaze is fixed on my face in front of her. With my tongue in her mouth, sheâs looking right at my horror face. Maybe sheâs well-behaved, or maybe sheâs just too scared to move properly.
I almost lost my patience now. I guess itâs time to go.
Slowly, I pull out my black tongue.
The tip of my tongue drew a string of clear saliva.
âââNnnnï½ï½ï½ï½ï½ï½ï½?â
Oh, she bites her tongue, this girl.
I hurriedly twisted the joint of my finger in her mouth to make her stop.
Thank goodness. It looks like she didnât bite it off because of the pain.
Biting off oneâs tongue may seem easy because itâs seen in many movies, but itâs actually quite difficult. You have to use your willpower to push through your instinctive reflexes.
And itâs the kind of behavior that canât be trained. Because if you train it, youâll lose your tongue.
To do it, you need to have a tough, unshakable mental strength. It requires an iron will like that of a sniper who waits alone in the middle of enemy lines for days for his chance.
Itâs impossible for a new recruit like you, whoâs in a panic with just one Butcher.
All in all, there was a just little bit of blood but that was it.
ââHwahiheeeeeeeeeeee! Hifuhoooooooooooooooo!!!â
The short-haired girl began to flail about as if she had lost her mind.
I urgently put my fingers as a gag, but she doesnât care anymore, sheâs biting me. Iâm in a bit of a panic. I donât think itâs safe to gag her now.
Itâs such a painâ¦â¦
I could just crush her and screw the butcher lance in, but it would just hurt, and I want her to accept it voluntarily to some extent. I wonder what I should do.
As I was thinking about this, I heard a cracking sound. A rumbling sound echoed through the prison.
I looked over to see that my neighborâs cell had received a new offering.
There is a corridor connecting my prison to the other side and thereâs a prison on the other side. Itâs an asymmetrical structure just across the passage.
And thereâs another Butcher thrown in there.
He is the Butcher next door, whom I secretly call the Drill Sergeant.
This is good timing. This short-haired girl is too lively, and Iâll have to give her a little rookie training from the Drill Sergeant.
I picked her up, brought her near the passage, and pressed her against the bar.
With a finger shoved into her mouth in behind to prevent her from biting her tongue, I used my other hand to hold her head between the bars. The prison on the other side is clearly visible.
âOhh!?â
The short-haired girl grabs the grate with both hands and screams loudly while shedding tears. I restrained her from behind and waited excitedly for the Sergeantâs lecture to begin.
âLook, itâs starting.
When this lecture is over, youâll welcome me with an open arm.
Iâm sure of it. Heâs a great teacher.