Chapter 214
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 214
Chapter Title: Pussy Slave 2nd Batch
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After listening to the sex slaves' stories all the way through, it seemed like some of the men had tried to handle them roughly.
But the guys who held the reins of the group had stepped in, arguing that rolling the sex slaves had to be thought of in the long term.
In the end, the three sex slaves appeared to have lived their slave lives under pretty decent "management."
Especially when it came to avoiding pregnancy and STDs, using condoms consistently had benefited both sides.
Maybe because of that, the three sex slaves' pussies were cleaner than I'd expected.
Their backdoor holes were straight-up virgin territory.
I'd figured they'd be total wrecked messes, carrying three or four STDs, maybe even knocked up.
I'd even planned to use healing potions to fix them back to normal.
And if any of them were pregnant with some other guy's kid, I'd thought about pounding their womb with my cock until I forced a miscarriage.
With the custom shape-shifting feature from Absolute Cock Lv.7, I could've made the tip long and thin to force it through the cervix, then swell it up just right inside and piston away like a brutal womb fuck until the abortion happened naturally.
But no need to test that out now.
"Hey, you three. You're my new pussy slaves from now on. Hands on the wall, stand there. Spread your legs. You know the pose, right? Yeah, and use one hand to spread those pussies too. Forget your old masters. Time to imprint the shape of your new master's cock deep in those holes."
"""Hic, hng..."""
Thanks to their prior sex slave training, the new pussy slaves obeyed my orders meekly even through their sobs.
Tears streaming down their faces, they dutifully lined up against the wall, hands planted, legs spread wide, and one hand pulling their pussies open.
Man, this is why training matters so much.
They'd already been broken in as sex slaves, so I wouldn't have to start from scratch.
Kuhuhu, women lined up against the wall, asses out toward me, legs spread, hands holding their pussies open—it's a sight that never fails to feel like a masterpiece, pure bliss every time.
Makes me proud, stirs up that conquest vibe, and thinking about filling all those pussy holes with my cum just feels fucking great.
"Ahh... sob... hic... Lord, why have you forsaken me with this trial..."
Of the three, the cutest one—some chick named Kim Ye-won—seemed like a devout Christian, constantly calling out to God.
Her story went like this: 28 years old, elementary school teacher, newlywed who'd tied the knot just before the zombie outbreak.
A woman living a pretty decent, happy life.
But then the zombies hit, and everything flipped upside down.
Her husband, with whom she'd been enjoying their hot honeymoon days, turned into a zombie.
After that, she'd hooked up with a small survivor group and barely clung to life,
only to get kidnapped by a gang of guys who turned her into a sex slave, forcing her through tear-filled nights,
and just when she thought special forces soldiers were rescuing her this time,
turns out they just wanted pussy slaves instead—no pregnancy promises, just a new master.
"My new pussy slaves. Don't think of it as some tragedy. Once I slam my cock in and creampie you, you'll be happy."
"...C-creampie?"
"Yeah, creampie. Pregnancy breeding creampie—you know? I just said it, but you must've missed it from the shock."
"...P-pregnancy... Th-that... N-no, not that. Anything but getting pregnant..."
The new pussy slaves hadn't been trained for pregnancy play, apparently—they twisted around in rebellion, but the moment I shoved my gun barrel in their faces, all three went quiet and compliant.
From there, I dove into pussy training them.
Now that their master had changed, they needed to adapt to the new master's massive ultimate cock, right?
Their pussy muscles were a bit loose, but none of the survivor group's guys had a monster as big as mine—so by my ultimate cock standards, they were still tight and chewy, pretty tasty.
Soon enough, their pussies would be molded perfectly to my massive ultimate cock.
And with Pussy-Customizing Shape-Shift Function #2—Expansion Pleasure—in play, they'd just keep stretching wider and wider.
"Ha-ut...! Haaang! Ahng... Heung...! S-something like this, f-first time...♡ Hau-t, Heu-t! Hii-ut, Oooook...! Cumming, Hooook!!"
Pussy-customizing shape-shift cock, aphrodisiac & narcotics, vibration, drill.
I hit them one by one in sequence with the four-combo, and their eyes rolled back into full ahegao faces before they squirted like fountains—pyu-pyut, pushh-shiiik—from nonstop pleasure orgasms.
I knocked them out with back-to-back climaxes a few times, cranked the vibration and drill to max to wake them up, then blacked them out again with more endless pleasure peaks.
I kept at their pussies with full effort, giving them time to adjust, until they woke up to the new pleasure highs and confessed on their own that they were nothing but lowly cock-hungry bitch pussies.
"Good, now—what are you?"
"...W-we're... M-Master's... p-pussy... s-slaves, second batch... Heut...♡"
"Mm, good girls. I'll bring your seniors—the first-batch pussy slaves—over in a bit. Treat them right."
"...Y-yes, yesss...♡ Master...♡"
My new pussy slaves.
To avoid mixing them up with the existing ones, I dubbed these "Pussy Slave 2nd Batch," and they swore naked dogeza submission to me.
After pounding them so hard in such a short time, their pussies were red and swollen, holes gaping wide and refusing to close properly, thick white cum oozing out in globs—beautiful sight.
I left the girls—legs and hips trembling from the overuse—to rest and went to check out the new hideout I'd taken over.
The building was on the outskirts of a commercial district, wide open around it for all-around visibility—perfect.
Recent solar panels on the roof, and a basement generator running on fuel.
'Definitely prime hideout material. The solar setup and battery storage look freshly installed—probably ripped panels from somewhere and set 'em up. ...Damn, this place feels like a fortress. If it had been properly armed folks holding it, it'd be tough to take.'
The more I poked around the building and surroundings, the clearer it became why they'd chosen this as a base.
All four sides had moats dug over 3 meters deep.
A building with basic defenses like that on every side? Not your average spot.
The only access from outside was a single narrow bridge wide enough for one car.
Block that bridge, and you'd control entry right off the bat.
With gun ports all over the building, you could set up kill zones for anyone trying to cross.
Weirdly ideal, paradoxically perfect.
Yeah, definitely moving here.
'Apartment's got some traps triggered anyway, windows all shot out... Could swap in glass from intact houses, but that's a hassle. Better to pack everything into subspace storage and haul ass here.'
Checking the facilities more, they generated their own power, and water seemed sorted too—plenty supplied and in use.
That explained why the sex slaves weren't filthy; they were as clean and tidy as us.
Managing even the bottom-rung sex slaves that well meant water wasn't an issue for them.
Outside the building and underground: massive water tanks, and next to them what looked like a big rainwater filtration system.
Rain hits the roof, flows down gutters, gets filtered, and stored in the tanks?
'No water worries here at all. Nice. Power, water—shower and plumbing all good.'
The sturdy setups felt long-established, origin unknown.
Old building, but tougher than modern prefab steel frames by miles.
No matter how I sliced it... definitely built for military purposes.
Back when my little sister was yapping on about random knowledge,
she mentioned some old buildings were covert war-prep structures disguised as civilian builds.
Feels exactly like that.
If so, the overbuilt sturdiness makes sense.
Of course, nothing confirmed.
All just my guesses, but it fits the vibe perfectly.