Spoils (2)
Right before Medeia's eyes, her own body was being violated.
A slime forced its way into her cunt. Her mouth was being relentlessly used. Two creatures were already playing inside her ass.
"Nngh♥!? Ahh♥!?"
Watching her own flesh squirt and climax over and over, Medeia felt a fierce, unbearable thirst. She didn't want to just sit there and watch — she wanted to taste that pleasure herself.
But that tentacle abomination would never allow it. Not after she'd tried to harm one of his precious slaves.
"H-hey? How about we make a deal?"
She still doesn't understand her position.
The tentacle abomination, who had come to attempt conversation after several hours, turned and left again.
Doing nothing — just sitting there while her body was ravaged — was driving her insane. In the old days, whenever she got bored, she would kill a man or pick a fight with some abomination, always drowning herself in dopamine. Being completely unable to move like this was a first in her entire life.
The first few hours had been bearable. But once a full day passed, she genuinely felt like she was losing her mind. Withdrawal symptoms crashed over her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Exactly twenty-four hours after his previous visit, the tentacles approached again.
"I-I'm sorry! I was wrong. So please — show me some mercy."
Hmm…
"I'll do anything you want! If you tell me to bark, I'll bark. If you tell me to give birth, I'll birth them! Just please — let me do something."
She's starting to understand her position, at least a little.
Was he finally going to free her? She desperately wanted out of this maddening situation.
But my anger still isn't satisfied.
"Wha…? Th-this isn't right! After I begged like that!"
Haha. So it was an act after all. I want her to truly, sincerely repent for her sins.
"Hey! Wait!"
The tentacles left again. Had she pushed back too hard out of excitement? Or had her performance been seen through?
The next day, she witnessed her own body giving birth to abominations. Every time a new creature emerged, her flesh howled like a beast and gushed like a fountain.
— Sploosh!
Her body, soaked from squirting so hard, was immediately violated again by a slime — by one of the very creatures she had just birthed.
Next, a jellyfish-like thing approached and slid a tentacle into her ear. The way her eyes spun in circles suggested it was the kind that toyed with brains.
The moment it latched on, her body climaxed wildly again — hips bucking, love juices spraying in thick streams. It had no mouth, but it looked so blissed out you could practically hear it swallow its own drool.
And so another week went by.
Medeia, first and foremost, was a woman addicted to dopamine.
Blood-soaked brawls with abominations and murder were the acts she was hooked on. Even without those, her whole life had been about chasing something stimulating wherever she went.
What tormented her most wasn't physical pain. Strip away the thing she craved most, and Medeia would suffer agony beyond description.
"H-hey? How about we make a deal?"
After leaving her alone for several hours, she had become considerably more compliant. But at her core, she still hadn't abandoned that lofty attitude.
She needed more time. So I decided to leave her alone for a few more days.
In the meantime, I set about redistributing the subordinate creatures that had been gathered in one place.
Having them all concentrated in a single city doesn't look good.
"We managed not to get caught last time, but if we use the same method again, the odds of being discovered go way up."
So I kept the previous strategy, but spread them across as many cities as possible. The number of subordinates had grown far too large to cram into one city anyway.
I released the jellyfish into the bathhouses, gyms, and swimming pools I'd seeded before. Since I'd recalled every subordinate, I had to rewrite the women's perceptions all over again.
But just as it hadn't taken long to infest a single city last time, the subordinates spread out in an instant once more.
This time, let's try using these guys.
The difference from the last attempt was the Slaveyrynth — a creature that could turn an entire space into its own stomach. I decided to put it to work.
Using the Personality Jellies harvested from the women the Association had provided, I created three Slaveyrynths.
Subordinate creatures shaped like glossy black orbs.
Their hunting method was practically designed to get noticed by the Management Bureau. Since their very method of reproduction required Personality Jelly, they inevitably made women disappear.
That meant I had to choose their locations carefully.
No surveillance cameras. Plenty of women passing through. And nothing that would raise the Management Bureau's suspicions.
"Hmm… bathhouses and shower rooms are out, then?"
Obviously. If women who entered a single location start vanishing, the Bureau will get suspicious.
"Then… what about manholes?"
Manholes?
Yu-mi had come up with an excellent idea. Manholes would definitely help us avoid the Management Bureau's scrutiny. When someone suddenly vanished while walking down the street, nobody would think to suspect a manhole.
I selected several manholes near officetels and studio apartment complexes — ones without cameras — and installed the Slaveyrynths.
The hunting would take place at night, when foot traffic was low. Since I had time to spare, I paid Medeia another visit.
"I-I'm sorry! I was wrong. So please — show me some mercy."
She was begging. Far more compliant than last time. I liked that.
But the image of her wounding Yu-mi still wouldn't leave my head. I wanted Medeia to suffer a little longer.
"Hey! Wait!"
A little provocation, and she flared up immediately. My choice had clearly been the right one.
While I continued scattering subordinates across multiple cities the way I had before, dawn arrived. Which meant the Slaveyrynths had begun their work.
A dark, gloomy alley.
A woman was walking down that path.
"Ugh. This place creeps me out every single time."
There were streetlights, sure, but the atmosphere itself was unnerving — the kind of place where a mugger standing at the far end wouldn't even seem out of place.
But this was the fastest route to the officetel she lived in, so she had no choice.
"They could at least install a few more streetlights…"
Grumbling to herself, she came upon a manhole. One she remembered.
"About halfway there, huh?"
The manhole sat roughly in the middle of the alley, so passing it always told her how much of the walk she had left.
The moment she stepped on it to cross over—
— Shlunk!
"Ow!?"
A sudden sinking sensation, and her field of vision dropped hard. Looking down, she found most of her body already inside the manhole.
"M-my chest saved me…"
She'd gotten caught on her own breasts, stopping her whole body from falling through. If they'd been even a little smaller, she'd have been in serious trouble.
But something felt wrong.
She couldn't feel anything from her entire lower half.
"I-is it because I'm hanging in midair?"
Her meager imagination could only process the situation in realistic terms. She tried putting strength into her arms as well as her lower body — but there was no sensation from anything below the manhole, and no strength either. Only then did real alarm set in.
"P-paralysis…!?"
Even that worry stayed within realistic bounds. She assumed the impact of the fall had damaged her spine.
"H-help m— nnngh♥!?"
Just as she was about to desperately call for help, a moan of pure ecstasy burst from her lips for no reason she could understand.
Her body was also heating up strangely. Heat surged all the way to the top of her head, her breath catching in her throat, making it nearly impossible to shout for help.
"Nngh…♥ Hah…♥ M-my body feels weird…♥"
She was trembling all over. And something kept pulling from below, steadily sucking her deeper into the manhole.
Her chest was still holding her up for now, but if this continued, she would eventually slip through.
She gathered every scrap of strength she had to call for help. And just as she was about to cry out with everything she had—
Sensation returned to the body below the manhole.
"Hel— Aaaahh♥!?"
Along with it came a crushing wave of pleasure that slammed straight into her brain.
"Ghk♥! Nngh♥!"
Her head snapped back. Her mouth stretched open to its absolute limit.
Something wet and sticky, buried deep in her cunt and ass, kept pumping pleasure into her without pause.
Her back arched like a drawn bow, and the motion lifted her chest enough to create a gap. Tentacles rose up and claimed her breasts and mouth.
"N-nooo♥! Sto— mmph♥!?"
The tentacles seized her upper body and pulled.
She could already guess what was about to happen, so she tried to resist with everything she had…
"Nnhiiing…♥!?"
But her body, climaxing nonstop since the moment this started, refused to obey.
In the end, her entire body vanished into the manhole.
From within, only bestial moans echoed out.
Works beautifully.
Watching the scene unfold, I swayed my body in deep satisfaction.
Similar things were happening at the other manholes. They expelled the personalities of their captured prey, then used those to create new offspring.
Having to move them one by one myself is a hassle, though.
"What about transferring them through the jellyfish or the slimes?"
That's my Yu-mi. Always coming through with the good ideas.
"Ah, ahaha…"
I immediately moved jellyfish into their interiors. A Slaveyrynth's inside counted as a kind of Nest, so I could travel in and out whenever I wanted.
And if they ever got discovered, I could simply merge them straight into the Nest — so even if the Management Bureau found them, it wouldn't be a major problem.
The jellyfish diligently carried the newly born Slaveyrynth cores from place to place.
Once a well-grown Slaveyrynth matured enough, it would be able to replace an entire bathhouse or shower room whole — something I'd only ever imagined before.
Looking forward to that day, I watched the Slaveyrynths breed.