I was alone in the middle of the front lines, fighting hard.
I think they considered me to be a combative human, So I was captured by them and transformed into a butcher.
Now, as a stallion, I rape women every day from morning till night and sometimes is being used as a disposable weapon on the front lines of war zones. I am forced to spend my days as if I were a chattel horse.
When I was a human, I was one of the scout's team. I went into the enemy camp by myself, completed dangerous missions, and saved Fort 88 from danger many times. I've scrambled to defend a village on the verge of falling, rescued refugees hiding behind enemy lines, and killed more senior enemy officers than I can count with two hands.
As such, I had little experience of life inside the Fort. Most of my missions were on the outside.
While most of my buddies were inside the walls enjoying their love lives, I was alone, looking through the scope of my rifle, and while everyone else was enjoying a friendly meal at the fort, I was alone, surrounded by countless enemies, sipping muddy water and running for my life.
A scout's mission is tough. Sometimes you have to hide in the forest, dripping with feces and urine, and ambush the enemy. There were times when I returned to the Fort covered in filth. I had to abandon my self-esteem a long time ago. And so, no matter how much I was despised, I continued to fight the aliens for the survival of the human race.
but even so...
Is this how I deserve to be treated after devoting so much of my life to helping others?
--I wondered if this woman is one of them who set me up.
Just as this thought crossed my mind, the fresh hatred that welled up in me caused me to misuse a bit of my strength.
Then almost the same time that the woman let out a thirsty "Haha--" and my long, scorching rod is inserted into her womb.
She peeled her eyes open and jerked around in my arms, her whole body jerking in agony.
My son is too big to fit all the way into the woman's vagina.
But if I push it deep inside her womb like this, I could enjoy the feeling of closeness like a lover.
I feel a sensation near my balls and at the base of my penis.
I can feel the woman's plump labia kissing my testicles.
I love this. Even though I'm ugly like this, having a girl serves me makes me feel like I'm connected to her heart and soul. I can feel the warmth of her buttocks against my crotch.
If you look at her closely, she's very pretty.
I push her down on the hard floor with my deep penetration.
All I have to do is slam my hips into her as my instincts tell me to.
"Guh!?, A aha!? - Nung-a ah ah a ah ah- a gu! !"
The blonde began to cry under me like some crazed animal.
As I listened to the pleasant sound of her squirming, I indulged myself in the act for a while.
The sight of her panting in pleasure and pain, tears and drool dripping down her face, soothed me from the bottom of my heart. It makes me realize that I am of use to others.
Finally, my libido began to rise. My next ejaculation would be an intense one. Just as my anticipation was building up, I felt a pain in my back along with a humming sound that split the air.
I didn't need to turn around. Maybe aliens had come to stop me from doing this. My job is to impregnate women, not destroy them.
But I ignore them and speed up my movements, slamming my hips into her.
"Higu Higu Higu Higu Higu Higu Higu ---"
The woman's hips lift off the floor as she receives my relentless strokes. I put my arm around the gap and her hips stuck on my arm perfectly. When I pull her up a little closer, her belly rubs against my belly, slickly. I enjoy the feel of the woman's soft skin that has been smeared with my fluids.
I was able to become one with her without any gaps. Such a feeling of unity felt good.
I could see the woman stretching her tongue out and moving her chin in a lisping manner.
I wondered if she wanted me to shove it in her mouth. But my son is just now visiting your lower mouth.
--Then I had a good idea.
"Higgghh!?"
As I crushed her on the floor, I stretched out my tongue, slurping from my gum-bare mouth. Then she began to suck on it deliciously with vacant eyes.
"Af......! "Am......am......ah......"
I don't think she's going to make it.
As I tightened my arms around the broken woman, I let out the last of my cum.
It was hard to believe that I had been holding this woman for a whole day, but I could feel it seeping hotly into the depths of her womb. The blonde woman received my indignation by jumping up and down.
This woman is mine. I will not give her to anyone else.
The beast's semen pours wildly into the woman's womb and continues to mark it sticky. To declare to all the males in the world that this woman is my exclusive offering.
Meat dedicated to me, for me, and only me.
Her eggs, which have yet to see the light of day, are now all mine. No matter what other male sperm enters her, she will be safe. No child will be conceived by anyone but me.
She was crushed by my unholy desire and was intermittently chirping beautifully like a little bird.
So for a while, I licked and sucked the woman's pretty face, which was drenched in sweat, tears, and drool, and pressed my hips tightly against her crotch, squirming and squirming in the aftermath of my release into the depths of her womb, and now I felt a stinging pain in my back.
They've even brought out the Stun lance.
So I meekly let her go and stood up.
The twitching of the vagina, which seemed to be reluctant as I pulled out of her, squeezed the remaining sperm out of my urethra.
The blonde squirted my cum out of her vulva and lay motionless like a squashed frog. Cute.
Well, after a while, when she recovers, she will come back to this room. At that time, I'll take care of her longer and more carefully as an apology. And since she's already "opened up," we'll be able to connect deeply from the beginning. I'm looking forward to it.
If she doesn't recover, it's over. It happens all the time.
Two aliens opened the cage and walked into the room. They seemed to have decided that I had finally listened to them.
Aliens, as they are historically called, look a lot like humans. Some humans have even named them elves, dwarves, goblins, etc., about their fantasy. In fact, they look remarkably like those fantasy creatures. They are, in fact, remarkably similar to such fantasy creatures, and the ones who have just entered are, for all intents and purposes, lizardmen.
The Butcher is a biological weapon that is based on a living creature, created by alien technology. The Butcher is controlled by a control device implanted in the side of its head, and cannot act freely. That was common knowledge.
--But.
Actually, I'm not under the influence of this device that controls the Butcher.
Yes. I'm pretending to be under their control.
Yes. I'm actually able to move freely.
I don't know why. I've been that way since I woke up.
They're downplaying the fact that I didn't leave the woman's body right away.
It's called normalcy bias. They considered the fact that it was inconvenient for them as a trivial matter and pretended not to see it. This would eventually prove fatal to them.
The aliens are convinced of their absolute superiority. and their sense of superiority probably has something to do with it. Anyway, I'm not under their scrutiny at the moment. I was in the same league as the other Butchers, except for a few quirks.
I had cursed God when I first woke up as a Butcher, and now I am thanking Him for the same.
--If I had this body.
With this body, my brain, and my experience and skills as a scout.
I can do it.
We'll get out of here.
I could go to the Fort, and in turn, I could avenge myself.
I have the power to do that.
If only I could get out of here.
That's why I'm spending my time here now, in sobriety.
Whenever possible, I would please the women who were sent to me. Learning the habits of the aliens, their capabilities, and the construction of their facilities. I'm dreaming of that time. Watching vigilantly as I sharpen my claws for revenge. While maintaining my human spirit.
The only thing that sustains my humanity now is the spirit in my heart and the existence of "Miss".(嬢)
...... But haven't these two heard of me? I'm not sure if they know that I'm a strange butcher.
One of the aliens stood in front of the woman and began to pull down his pants as I watched in disbelief. Sometimes some people try to take advantage of the situation.
But I won't let that happen.
This woman is my offering.
Don't get in my way.
The lizardman's lower body is now fully exposed. I stepped behind it and swung my arm down using it as a sword, chopping him.
The alien's body splits in half and falls to the left and right.
The alien's blood is also red, and it splattered all over the woman's body.
On her white skin, which gently rises and falls from the breathing, my white fluid, beads of sweat, and red blood were scattered, mixing it on her blond hair. It was as perfect as a work of art.
When I saw it, I realized.
This girl is so beautiful.
For some reason, I felt at ease when I looked at her.
It was a strange feeling that I had never felt before.
I want to make this girl better. I feel that she has qualities. I can't help but wish to God that she would recover and come back here. As a professional, I would feel ashamed to throw her out halfway.
Tsk, tsk. I felt a numbing pain in the side of my head.
At the same time, the command to kneel ......kneel...... flowed into my head.
When I turned around, the other lizardman is holding an electromagnetic spear for suppression called a stun lance. Most butchers will do what they say with this.
But not me. I've always been a bit of a tricky butcher.
This lizardman looks like he hasn't been told that. Maybe he's been set up by someone else, just like me.
--Maybe he was set up by someone just like me, to make it look like an accident so that I could take care of him.
Aliens and humans are the same. They're both corrupt.
The alien's head flew off at the same time I swung my arm horizontally, annoyed at being interrupted in my artistic appreciation of the female body. The stun lance he was holding was also snapped.
My claws are harder than steel, and the horsepower generated by my large body is greater than that of heavy machinery. If anyone gets too close, they'll end up like this.
If I combine this Butcher's power with my intelligence and soldier's skills...
I'm sure I can get revenge. I must bring down the hammer of justice. No one can stop it, no matter how many. I will not let them stop me.
I was reborn in such an ugly body to take revenge.
I will violate and trample everything.
Alien or human, it doesn't matter.
everything.
...... But then again, I'm feeling down because. I've killed two people today.
I think I'm going to be in solitary confinement for a while.
It's been a while since I've seen "Miss". How is she?
I'm excited about going to solitary confinement, but I'm standing alone in a prison that smells like blood. I'm bored.
--If I'm going to be sent to solitary confinement anyway, I'll take a little more time to take care of her.
The blonde woman must be expecting more intense beastly sex, she's been able to accept all of me after such a hard session.
I looked at the woman lying on the floor, her upper and lower mouths spread wide open, staring off into the distance. Her upper mouth is gagging. Her lower mouth twitched. Her split is calling out to me. She wants me. I know when I see it.
In response to such a cute plea, I covered her artistic female body.
I push the raging butcher's lance against the alluring honey pot.
The light returned to the woman's eyes for a moment.
I thrust into it with a single breath.
In the dark prison, the scream of agony rises again.
It is beastly intercourse with no end in sight.
The affair between the woman and the beast continues.
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