The drill sergeant is, in fact, an idiot.
Because of that, there are always a few guards with stun lances in the jail over there, and there's another one. That's probably the recovery wizard. Such a large number of personnel is needed.
It was an alien woman who was thrown in front of him.
She is beautiful. Her hands and feet were bound with strings, and her mouth was gagged. But she had two horns on her head. Her breasts were large and reminded me of a cow.
The drill sergeant walked up to the woman who was lying on the floor in a carefree manner.
"～～～～!""～～～～～～‼"
The woman's inarticulate scream echoed in vain.
Without warning, the sergeant cut the woman's feet with his nails. Next, he ripped off her clothes as well. It was as if a child with a long-awaited present in front of him was violently tearing the wrapping.
How about that? He doesn't care about women at all, his clawed hands carving her body with red streaks of blood.
"Nnnnnnnnnn!""Nnnnnnnnnnnn!"
"......"
The short-haired girl's voice had stopped somehow.
but this is just the beginning.
The sergeant grabbed the woman's legs and pulled her with a violent movement that sent her body sprawling across the floor. He pushed her body down onto him, shoving her between his legs.
"!?!AARRRRRGH!! GUUUU!! NNNNN!??"
The woman's screams echoed through the prison.
Of course, that would happen if the butcher's massive dick was shoved in without any foreplay or preparation.
And since the sergeant didn't know much about vaginas and wombs, the blow must have penetrated deep into her womb.
It doesn't matter if she is a virgin or not. The woman's vagina immediately spurted blood instead of love juice, and her buttocks were covered in blood.
"Hicc......."
That was the short-haired girl's voice.
The Sergeant on the other hand was violently thrusting the woman up and down as if he didn't care about anything else as long as he got his stick in her hole. The woman with big tits was about to be torn to shreds by the violent thrusts.
"GHH! UN! UN! UN! UN! UN! UN!!"
Let's not forget that the Butcher's real job is to fuck, kill and eat. The sergeant over there is following his instincts to the fullest.
The sergeant bites down on the woman's breasts and tears the flesh off of her body.
"AGUH――!? AH!! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!!!"
The tone of the woman's scream rose as the drill sergeant swung his hips and bit her breasts.
The guard then interrupted him and warned him of his actions with a stun lance pointed at his back. Meanwhile, a nearby wizard cast a recovery spell on the woman and healed her wounds.
But they didn't stop the drill sergeant.
This torture would continue until the seed was poured out.
The drill sergeant that bit off one of the woman's breasts and was now chewing it while engrossed in the act.
Butcher's thrusts were intense. Every time his hard thrusts struck the woman's internal organs, her body jumped with a jolt.
"Aga, A, A, A, A--"
The woman seemed to faint for a moment, but was quickly pulled back by the pain, and started screaming again.
The woman flailed and fought back, but it didn't matter. I'm a butcher myself, so I know that a woman's arm resistance is like a thin dead branch that's flailing around. It even tickles a little. Completely pointless.
That is the sex of the Butcher, the demon of slaughter.
It's an act that doesn't consider life as life. They only know if it's the meat that they can stick its dick in or not. It is the reproductive act of a beast.
--No, it's not a reproduction.
The Butcher has no desire to have children.
The Butcher is not a sentient being.
The Butcher is a twisted biological weapon.
It's a monster.
It is nothing more than a mindless toy.
"......"
After admiring that one-man show for a while, I pulled my finger out of the short-haired girl's mouth. Her saliva was stringing together, but she didn't say anything, just kept her mouth open and watched the show as if she were devouring it.
It's a great show, isn't it?
I know what you're feeling right now. The first time I saw it, I was blown away too.
To be honest, I was shocked.
I didn't know if I would ever be like that.
I pushed the short-haired girl's head against the bar and tore the clothes on her back with my free hand.
I ran my black tongue over the exposed nape of her neck, tasting the bitterness of fear in her sweat.
The drill sergeant is always like that. That's why every woman delivered to him is always different. It only takes one shot to destroy her mind and body.
I'm sure there's some kind of advanced recovery magic that can heal her from such a state, but that level of skill of the wizards in this place doesn't seem like something to be used for a butcher's offering.
I carefully strip off the short-haired girl's clothes. The entire front is already ripped, so if you tear the back a little bit, you can easily peel it off by pulling it from side to side. It looks like a convenience store onigiri.
Beautiful neck and hairline. Sleek shoulders. Sweat pooling on her hollow back muscles. Her plump buttocks. Once all of that is exposed, I return to watching the torture that is still going on next door, while running my tongue all over her naked body.
Oh, well, it's even worse than usual today. The floor is already a puddle of blood. The warden seemed to want to stop the action for a moment, but the drill sergeant would not stop, he was getting impatient. The wizard is also panting heavily.
The woman is dying with her arm bitten off.
Then the drill sergeant clamped down on the woman and let out a dirty howl. He finally started to ejaculate. That woman managed to survive, but will she have to face another round?
I couldn't see the short-haired girl's expression, but her shoulders and buttocks are shaking.
The drill sergeant's coercive training of the new recruits was a success.
The girl on the other side is torn to shreds by just stripping off her clothes. Unlike me, I tear it off with such care.
The other side bites off her breasts. I rub them, trying not to scratch them.
The other side just pierces you and beats your guts out. I prevent you from biting your tongue so you don't suffer, and lick your body gently. I even refrain from having sex with you in the vagina......for the time being.
The Drill Sergeant is a good role model. Whenever an incompetent girl comes to me, he demonstrates what a butcher really is, and teaches them the value of me compared to them.
It was especially effective with the tongue cutters since it also taught them the existence of recovery magic.
I think it's time.
I relaxed my hand that was holding her head.
The short-haired girl collapsed on the spot with the bar still in her grip.
"Haha ...... haha ...... haha ............."
I flicked her ear with my black tongue as she turned her head and let out a dry laugh.
She looked up at me urgently.
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The short-haired girl's teary eyes swam and her mouth quivered.
You understand it, don't you?
How lucky you are to be held by me.
Now, Let's guess what is she going to do from here? Here's the usual pattern.
First, she becomes a tuna. The kind that gives up everything. This is fine. It's okay because you'll be squirming in no time. I've never had a woman who could stay like this for a long time.
Second, she kneels down and aggressively sucks my dick. This is the most common type. This happens quite often.
This girl...
This girl cried on the cold floor, opened her legs, and began to masturbate in a stupor, making a show of offering herself to me.
She belongs to the third type, the type of girl who would open her legs for me. It's not the type that happens very often, but it's actually the smartest.
When a woman's life is truly in danger, her instinct to protect her own life and the lives of future generations is strong. That's why she prepares herself so that her womb won't be damaged, and at the same time, she tries to protect her own life by pleasuring and satisfying me.
You might think that masturbating in such a situation cannot make women wet, but it does. I don't think it's sexual arousal that makes her wet, it's more like a defensive reaction to fear, but still, human women are strong. I'm proud of her.
And these girls are often sexually promiscuous. They are the most fun to rape. They usually start shaking their hips after pouring two or three times. The sausage girl was one of the third types, but only on the day, she was trained by the drill sergeant.
As I watched excitedly, I soon began to hear a wet, clenched sound.
I moved my son closer to her face to help her. She didn't hesitate to run her tongue over it.
Oh, you're pretty good. You're experienced.
"Bo...... b...... b...... ngg......."
I grabbed her head and shook it back and forth in partial deep-throating. The girl's face was covered with a layer of red. Meanwhile, the short-haired girl accelerates her fingers playing with her crotch.
The sound of slurping continued from the woman's upper mouth and the sound of squirting from her lower mouth.
After doing this for a while, such obscene water sounds were overridden by the woman's screams that came from the neighbor's prison. On the other side, the second round has started.
"......!"
I could see the short-haired girl's whole body tense up when she heard the noise.
With my big cock in her mouth, she was purring like a little animal with tears in her eyes.
I feel sorry for her, so I'll try to get her to relax quickly.
"--Puah...... ah......!"
I pulled my cock out of her mouth, squeezed it, and sprayed it all over her breasts.
The white slime flowed down her tanned skin and mixed with her hand as she continued to masturbate.
"Oh ......"
I pushed the short-haired girl down to her knees before she had a chance to finish cumming.
I place the tip of my jerking penis, which is still spewing cum, against her crack.
I rub the sticky semen into her labia, then press it against her vaginal opening and inject it inside.
There you go.
If your neighbor's voice is too loud, you can override it with your own.
I push open the young crack and enter.
"Ohhhhhh........ummmmmmm.....!"
As I suspected, the short-haired girl is a slut. She moaned along with my horse-sized penetration. Most girls scream the first time. This one looks promising.
The woman's desperate scream echoed from next door. The muffled cries of a ferocious wild animal. The noise of unintelligible aliens. Underneath me, another woman begins to scream with lustful tones. A lewd wet sound coming from her joint. Such a terribly violent acoustic environment.
The short-cut girl is trembling beneath me, tears spilling out. Apparently, she's still scared.
So I put my arms around her ears and blocked them, stuck my black tongue in her mouth, and prepared a closed personal space for her. I want her to concentrate on feeling me.
I continued to ravage her vagina with my slow butcher lance until she orgasmed.
It didn't take long for the short-haired girl to start making sweet noises. I finally took a moment to catch my breath at the change, and poured my semen into her womb.
"M......gnnghhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"
So I put my arms around her ears and blocked them, stuck my black tongue in her mouth, and prepared a closed personal space for her. I want her to concentrate on feeling me.
I continued to ravage her vagina slowly with my butcher lance until she orgasmed.
It didn't take long for the short-haired girl to start making sweet noises. I finally took a moment to catch my breath at the change, and poured my semen into her womb.
For the first time in her life, she felt the shock of the beast's dominant power shaking her whole body.
Her healthy body jerked again and again, and finally, with a big bounce, she collapsed to the ground.
To keep the aftermath alive, I started the second round without pulling out.
"......mpha...... ah...... ah...... ah...... ah...... ah...... ah...... ah...... ah...... ah......"
There was no more resistance. Her eyes became eyes that accepted everything.
All that was left to do was to smear her tanned, healthy body on the cold floor and continue to pump her full of the seed until she lost consciousness.
It was no big deal. It's the same old routine.
A small sigh escaped from my mouth.
I'm a little tired today.
.......
The short-haired woman began to sweat, cry, and drool under me. She was bobbing up and down on my thrusts and crying out cutely. She seems to have realized that as long as she keeps pleasuring me, she's safe.
But this woman is also going to leave me in the not too distant future.
--For how long?
How much longer do I have to keep repeating this nonsense?
As the thought crossed my mind, I felt as if my whole body was being pressed down around my heart.
--How long can I keep this up?
I wonder how long I can keep myself together.
Sometimes, when I feel tired, I get caught up in this feeling of tremendous anxiety.
In my heart, I look down on my neighbor as a "drill sergeant," but in the end, I'm the same. If I'm not careful, I'll end up like that.
I am a little jealous.
I'm jealous of the way the sergeant is enjoying himself, being an animal like that.
--But not yet.
My soul has not yet been destroyed.
At times like this, I need to let Miss pull me out and cheer me up.
I can't wait to meet her.