The Breeding Facility

I stood speechless, staring blankly at the horrifying spectacle. Countless monsters were raping and tormenting countless women. A woman being penetrated in both holes by orcs. Another who had fainted while clutching her massively swollen belly that had somehow not burst despite being impaled on an ogre’s gigantic cock. Women suspended in spider webs as eggs were planted in their wombs. Women being gang-raped by hordes of goblins. A woman whose every orifice was violated while tentacles coiled around her entire body. The scene was so gruesome it seemed strange that any of them were still alive.

I had heard about the monster rape shows, but seeing it in person delivered a visceral shock. People actually enjoyed watching this? And in numbers large enough to fill every one of these rooms?

"Yes, Master."

I shifted my gaze as slowly as possible, taking in the entire scene. No matter how much ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of a masochistic pervert I was, the idea of monsters filled me with revulsion. My tastes had always been strictly human.

After filming the monsters’ depravity in detail, I manipulated the controls again and left the room. While descending the stairs I consulted with Master.

"No. That would take too long."

"But it doesn’t look like they keep any guest list here."

"It seems that way. How do they even operate a place like this? What’s the purpose?"

The moment I saw the android standing with its back turned at the bottom of the stairs, an idea struck me.

"Hmm, that’s quite possible. Then there may be a device somewhere that stores the guest list."

"The upper floors were nothing but those rooms."

"Then let’s investigate the first floor."

I examined the passages on either side of the central staircase beyond the android. The right passage held nothing of note, but in the left corridor I discovered a wall-embedded console.

"This looks like it, right?"

"There’s a cable port at the bottom. Let’s try it."

"Yes."

I scanned the area once more before deactivating the stealth suit. I pulled the cable from the external storage device and plugged it into the console.

While Master worked, I kept my eyes fixed on the corridor we had come from. If we were discovered, I would have to subdue the threat immediately. Time passed without incident until Master spoke again.

"What is it?"

"Every major player from every nation is on here. Kansus in particular is bad. Now I understand why Grandfather was worried about corruption in their upper ranks. Oh? There’s even someone from Ryuzan?"

Master listed off the names of various prominent figures, but none were familiar to me.

"I don’t know any of them."

"You really should. How can you not even recognize the name of Kansus’s famous Secretary of Defense?"

Once Master confirmed we had all ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the necessary data, I unplugged the cable, returned it to its original position, and reactivated the stealth suit. We slipped out carefully, avoiding detection.

With one objective completed, I moved toward the next with a sense of relief.

"Hmm, about four. I’ve set the route toward the direction the humans were being dragged earlier. Beyond the point where they disappeared we’ll have to rely on instinct."

"Yes, Master."

As expected, the augmented-reality navigation cut off midway. I avoided the androids and searched building after building, but the target proved elusive. Then a serious problem arose.

"Um, Master."

"What?"

"I really need to pee."

"That’s why I’m blocking your urethra."

So that was why my bladder felt ready to burst yet nothing leaked. Master had forcibly sealed it. This was genuinely painful now. Was there no bathroom anywhere?

"Where would a public restroom be in a place like this? Hold it in."

"Ugh, Master, you’re blocking the sensation, aren’t you? How am I supposed to hold something like this!"

"Shall I block everything else too?"

"If my bladder actually ruptures it’ll be dangerous. Maybe in a dark alley…"

I heard Master’s words, but this had become a critical issue. I slipped into a narrow, unlit alley between buildings where androids were unlikely to venture. After confirming the coast was clear, I removed the stealth suit, exposed my pussy, squatted, and spoke urgently.

"Open my urethra quickly. I have to go now."

"Aren’t you embarrassed? What if someone sees you? How can a person—"

"I’m an Abaddon! Hurry!"

"Fine! I give up!"

The moment Master spoke, my urethra opened and a powerful stream of urine gushed out. The relief of releasing what I had been holding back felt strangely pleasurable. Even the act of squatting in public with my pussy exposed sent an inexplicable thrill through me.

"Haa… this somehow feels good. Peeing with my pussy out in the open like this… it feels…"

"What is this masochistic pervert even saying?"

I finally finished and left the alley where a warm vapor now rose from the ground. Master continued scolding me, but the refreshed sensation left me feeling light and cheerful. We resumed our search and soon spotted the procession of humans being dragged once more.

"Yes, Master."

The humans wore strange devices on their heads and had their hands bound as androids led them along. After traveling a long distance the group entered a large building. There were still no human guards, only androids moving in and out carrying baskets piled with swaddling cloths.

I followed one of the androids inside. An unpleasant odor immediately assaulted me.

"Ugh, what is that smell? It’s revolting."

"It smells like every kind of filth mixed together…"

The androids seemed unaffected, but any human staying here for long would likely have their sense of smell permanently damaged. I searched the accessible rooms, passing piles of unknown hides, stacks of the baskets I had seen earlier, and vats of strange liquid, until I found what appeared to be a laboratory.

Looking at the computer there, I said, "This looks important, doesn’t it?"

"A computer in a place like this is bound to contain something."

"I’ll lock the door and connect the port."

I closed the door, wedged a chair against it, and plugged in the cable.

Master fell silent for a long moment before speaking again, voice thick with disgust.

"A breeding facility?"

"They use humans to birth monsters. The monsters produced here are used in all kinds of experiments. It’s horrific."

This lab had apparently been used as a temporary research station before being abandoned. The fact that data remained intact despite abandonment showed that the Underground City’s security was far more lax than expected.

"I’m going to see more horrible things again."

The scenes I recorded while following the navigation were truly nightmarish. In a vast chamber, women were fixed inside transparent tube-like structures stacked ten layers high. Tubes periodically pumped semen into their vaginas. Their bellies, artificially impregnated, swelled with monstrous offspring. Even female monsters were restrained and forced to repeat the cycle of impregnation and birth.

In other sections, men with their bodies fully bound twitched as they were forcibly milked, kept alive through hoses connected to their throats. The resulting monster young were placed into baskets by androids and shipped elsewhere.

"Ugh… yes."

I tailed one of the basket-carrying androids. After moving mechanically for a considerable time, it entered a building and vanished. Or rather, it entered a complex of enormous connected structures that shared single entrances.

"This looks like a major find."

"It definitely looks extremely suspicious."

Unlike the other buildings, android guards stood at the entrance. As I approached cautiously, a vibration suddenly pulsed against the back of my hand.

"The security is certainly tight."

"Let’s withdraw for now. Too much time has passed, and we should ask Isabel for countermeasures against the infrared sensors."

"Yes, Master."

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I carefully returned to where I had hidden my clothes, avoiding the guards. Because the distance was great, it took a long while to arrive. I changed back into my normal attire. Master regained control of my body and headed for the exit, saying,

"Still, we gained a lot. We located the monster rape show, the breeding facility, and a place that looks incredibly important at first glance."

"I think we’ll obtain a great deal of information if we return to that location next time."

"We’ll have to be that much more cautious."

The Underground City was shrouded in perpetual darkness, making it impossible to tell whether it was day or night outside without a clock. When I emerged into the glass garden I had used before, the morning sky had become night.

Master complained of hunger on the way back to the shelter.

"Oof. After milking and skipping both lunch and dinner, I’m starving."

"How about asking Miss Bella to prepare something?"

"I suppose I should. You have to eat well to produce well."

"Yes, that’s true."

Upon reaching the shelter, Master received an array of dishes from Bella and returned to the room, devouring everything with gusto. She truly ate with such relish. It looked as though she had already consumed three portions, yet she continued. In the end she finished five full servings, clutched her rounded belly, murmured ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that she was sleepy, and fell asleep immediately.

When I sat up in bed, my own belly protruded noticeably. Wow, I really had eaten a lot. I cleaned up the mess left behind, took a quick shower, then went to the park for light exercise to aid digestion. After returning I washed properly and, feeling bored, accessed the internet through the computer in the room.

It had been a while since I last visited the Angel Community. A message from Linda was waiting.

The Angel Community remained unchanged. The majority of posts involved sharing information about customers. Some angels occasionally uploaded their experiences in diary form. A few even posted regular diaries.

When I skimmed one, it turned out the customer had requested that their play session be posted. Forcing an angel to upload their own sexual performance—I couldn’t tell whether it was confidence or a particular fetish. Still, the fact that it was posted within the Angel Community suggested it was placed where ordinary people could not see it, in order to protect the customer’s privacy.

Then I discovered a post titled “Training Methods to Satisfy Customers.”

Ah, so that was why walking with raised heels helped. While browsing the community I suddenly thought of Stella, sent her a message, and fell asleep.

The next day I was in Isabel’s laboratory checking the results of the infiltration. Isabel, examining the data saved on the external storage device, spoke.

"You gathered this much on your very first infiltration. Well done."

"Thank you."

"There aren’t as many high-ranking officials as I expected. Are they under stricter management?"

"It seems so."

Huh? Hadn’t Master said there were enormous numbers of high officials from every country?

"I set some aside for blackmail purposes. Since what Isabel intends is complete ruin and chaos, we should make use of whatever we can."

"We’re not going to forgive them, right?"

"Of course not. Men like that will simply repeat their crimes later, so I’ll use them appropriately and then dispose of them."

It seemed Master planned to exploit them first. Isabel watched the recorded rape footage and the breeding facility footage, then spoke.

"Seeing one of the reasons behind Eden’s abnormally rapid technological progress with my own eyes… it really does seem we must go this far. This is indeed wrong."

We then discussed the infrared sensors that had been the greatest obstacle during the infiltration.

"To deceive those androids we must either disable the infrared sensors or obtain a stealth suit that cannot be detected by them."

"Does such technology exist?"

"At least from what I know, there is only one method."

Isabel spoke with meaningful undertones and manipulated the computer. Pages of monster data that resembled an encyclopedia scrolled past rapidly until one creature appeared on screen. The monster looked like a wide, spread-out cloth. Its outer surface was smooth purple while the interior was densely packed with small pink tentacles.

Isabel continued her explanation while displaying the data.

"In Tarykin, the royal family’s personal guard unit invested enormous funds to develop a bio-suit using this monster. The bio-suit was successfully completed, but due to the side effects it can only be used by volunteers."

"What are the side effects?"

The side effects Isabel described were directly tied to the monster’s biology. This tentacle monster that devoured its host’s body would insert tentacles through the anus into the intestines to anchor itself, then absorb nutrients. During absorption it injected pleasure substances to disable the host’s resistance and provided constant stimulation through the tentacles covering the skin. Once the host was neutralized, microscopic tentacles would burrow into the skin, erode the nerves, and seize control of the body. The host was then transformed into an external digestive organ that captured prey, consumed it, and reabsorbed the nutrients. Its aggression in hunting prey combined with its invisible form had earned it classification as a first-grade dangerous species.