Devoured Ovaries

Either suffer eternally as a limbless onahole, or... "Ah........♡ Aah...........? Uuugh?!" The monster's tentacle invades my pussy, and I wince at the pain throbbing deep in my pelvis. His face, visible through my blurring vision, is utterly horrific. Countless holes bored into his skin fill me with terror. Or is it terror? Maybe sexual arousal? I can't even tell anymore. Panting raggedly, I glance down at my arms. They can regenerate—but just wait a little longer—

"Kugh?! Aaah?! O——♡♡ Kr?!" Another spike of pain erupts deep in my pelvis. It feels like a steel awl hammering away, making my legs kick and flail wildly. My calves have melted away completely, leaving just my ass wiggling like some pathetic stump. "No way—guh, guuung!? Kruu♡ O♡ Uu♡" The tentacle from that grotesque hand has already slithered inside my pussy. It's heading straight for the depths of my womb. Did it split into finer tendrils? It's piercing through the bottom of my womb, clawing its way up my fallopian tubes. Ripping apart the narrow passage meant only for tiny sperm. A pinpoint stab inside my body. Then I feel it touch my precious ovaries.

"Hii............♡♡ Hiiik......♡" It touched. I can definitely feel it. The tentacle has reached the most sacred part of a woman's body. A sensation I've never felt in my life. My womb entrance drops with a thud-like sensation. My belly trembles as if admitting total defeat, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠granting full invasion to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the foreign intruder. My taut abs quiver uncontrollably, my lips spasm, muscles twitching. The tiny tendrils wrap tightly around my ovaries inside my womb. Gripping the ovaries already defiled by goblin semen and other filth, it starts pulling with force, as if to rip them out.

All organs, including the ovaries, are connected to something. The ovarian arteries and veins stretch to the breaking point, and I lose any composure, twisting my face and screaming. "Kiiiiiiik!! Kuuh!! Kraaaak!! It, it hurts!!" The agony from the deepest part of my body spreads everywhere. Like waves crashing through me, pounding my head, surging into my severed limbs, making me feel the torment across my entire being. It's pulling. Pulling. Pulling. Pulling. Pulling. Snap♡ Snap♡ Snap♡ Snap♡ Snap♡ My ovaries are going to snap off. This monster plans to yank them straight out through my pussy and womb. Snapping. Snapping. Completely snapping. The nerves and blood vessels linked to my ovaries are stretched to their limit. Riiip. Riiiip. Fibers tear with a sickening sound.

The ovaries that should be cherished above all are being kidnapped from my womb by this intruder. The ovaries meant to release eggs my whole life are being violated. Crack. Crraaaack! Deep in my pelvis. From the womb's most precious core, blood vessels, nerves, and tendons shatter with audible snaps. "Kugh♡ Ooooh!! Krooooh!! Nghk!! Kk! Kuuh♡ Kraaaaaaaaak!!" I don't know if I should scream or moan in ecstasy. Ripping out a woman's ovaries is the ultimate profane punishment and torture, but the pain is beyond imagination. Overwhelmed by the variety of agonies, tears stream down my face. The ovary drags along, scraping my fallopian tube. The horrific monster before me emotionlessly pulls it free.

Tears won't stop. "Ehet♡ Ehehet♡" Broken, doll-like sounds leak from my mouth. Gigigik♡ Gigigik♡ Gigik♡ The most gruesome noise echoes from my womb entrance, my pussy lips. My labia flaps like a trumpet, weird sounds spilling out with blood. "Kugh! Kugh..♡ O......♡ Bl, blood... from my pussy...?" Blood gushes from the torn womb entrance, and I gape at the shocking sight. Come to think of it, I haven't had a period since coming to this world. Constantly impregnated, beaten, shattered—no time for that. Of course, this isn't a period, but it feels just like one as I stare at the bloody fluid pouring from my pussy. Plop♡ Contrary to the shocking visuals, a lewd sound squelches out. And with it, I get to see my own ovary.

"Kugh! Ha! Haa! My, my ovary♡ Ovary♡ Right in front of me♡" Covered in blood, my ovary looks like a pure white seed. Pulsating, wrapped in pale pink bloodflow, it leaves a vivid impression. I can't believe something like this lump of life existed inside me. Burning pain flares from the deep blood vessels in the severed fallopian tube. Sweat pouring, half-lidded eyes fixed on him. He examines my ovary curiously, turning it this way and that. "─────Hmm."

That demonic voice I've never heard before makes my body shudder. This guy's a real demon. Not some fake like a succubus or loli demon king from media—he's a being who excels at thoroughly destroying, ravaging, raping, and breaking women. "..........Ha♡ My, my ovary...... you pulled it out. Wh, what for?" I try to sound tough. My voice feels awkward after so long without speaking, but the provocative tone and slutty aura emanating from my gestures seem intact.

"────Very── splendid."

His gruesome voice makes me tremble again. "You've left me here for a month...♡ abandoned...♡ What now?" He ignores me, staring at the ovary for a long time before gaping his mouth wide. His jaw, like meat on a skull, splits open, and he swallows it whole. "Ha?" He gulps down my bloody ovary and crunches it with wet crunch crunch sounds. Transparent follicular fluid pops pop pop from his mouth. Like chewing beast entrails, he devours my ovary completely. Dozens, hundreds of cradles of life torn and crushed, sliding into his stomach. Finally looking at my dumbfounded face, he murmurs lowly.

"─You have a truly splendid body."

His voice sounds genuinely pleased. A chill runs through me as I look up at him. "─If I use you, I can regenerate this flesh and get revenge on those loathsome humans─and ultimately, on Hell." He mutters as if forgetting my existence entirely. Regenerate his flesh. That's what he said. Did he suffer major ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠injuries from the previous adventurer raid? His monstrous form hardly seems natural. But even if he regenerates here, I see no path to victory. I'm critically low on mana. At least an hour more—no, there is a way. I open my mouth.

"........Hey. Handsome demon sir?" He turns at my words, expression oddly intrigued. "─Rarely do I see one still sane." "I've been in my right mind. From just now. No, all along." More importantly, I need info. He mentioned revenge on Hell. "Hey. What do you mean by revenge on Hell?" ".........." The demon doesn't answer. Instead, he asks curiously. "─Don't you feel the pain?" I shake my head. Blood still pours from my pussy, and the melted ends of my arms continue dissolving my body. "I'm just pretending to be strong." It's not overcoming or enduring. Just a bit more mental resilience to withstand it passively. I press on with my question. "So. You're going back to Hell for revenge?" "─Indeed." "Then can you send me to Hell too?" "What do you mean." Desperately holding back the pain, I say, ".............That's my goal. I want to go to Hell and become subhuman meat. Tormented in every horrific, unimaginable way. Sexually and mentally utterly broken. My dream is to be a limbless onahole endlessly birthing."

The demon's face doesn't change at my depraved desire. Instead, he twitches his hand. At the signal, the imps on either side hoist me up and carry me out of the hatchery. Ascending from the lowest bug hatchery, we soon arrive in a chamber like an audience hall. I survey my surroundings, body floating limply in the imps' grip. No fleshy walls. Instead, grand hellish architecture: burning candles, chandeliers, ornate wall decorations, dust reeking of sulfur.

"......."

".............?" Obscene, unknown sounds echo from all sides. Looking around, I see nude female statues. But their pussies, breasts, and ass holes remain unpetrified, twitching. ".......What is this?" The demon doesn't answer, instead raising a bizarre, elongated magic staff. "─I'll petrify you with this and use you as the magic tower's energy source. Like those bitches." The item Gloria asked me for. The petrification magic tool. I swallow hard, staring at the petrified women. Despair etched on their faces, limbs turned to stone while their genitals spasm. Dozens line the hall's ends. Massive tits. Slim waists. Thighs full of leg allure. Born as prime bitches, they're suffering deathly agony even now. Unable to express pleasure outwardly, they must be inwardly screaming in ecstasy, begging for mercy. Special dildos and tentacle creatures mounted on their tits and pussies stimulate endlessly, white fluids leaking nonstop from nipples and pussies.

"...Gonna gather power with these for revenge on Hell? How long?" He scratches his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠chin with a finger. "─Hmm." A thick voice, heavy like a cave rumbling. "About a hundred years. Whatever, not your concern. Serve eternally as a statue, the magic tower's energy source. I'll take good care of your remaining ovary and core." He points the staff at me. Power gathers. In seconds, everything but my genitals will petrify, leaving me tortured for decades without even screams or moans. Utterly thrilling horror. The most dangerous situation yet? No turning back. Unlike when limbs were cut or body bound, with some sliver of hope. This is truly the end. I have to move. Have to. Or at least a hundred years petrified. That's what he said—he can reach Hell in a hundred years.

"..............No."

I can't wait a hundred years. As he chants in unknown hellish tongue to activate the petrification spell, I grit my teeth and focus power through my body. Vital energy surges from the melted arm stumps. Hot or cold, I can't tell, but fresh flesh sprouts on both arms and legs. Can't use magic yet, but no choice. "Keeik?!" The watching imp startles. Never expected instant limb regeneration. I grab the imp's body with one hand and hurl it at the demon. The petrification magic pouring from the staff overlaps the imp's trajectory—it turns to gray stone, tumbling across the floor. Thud! Roll roll! The stone imp shatters. Brushing back my black hair with hands moving for the first time in a month, I say,

"....Sorry, but a hundred years won't work."

I flash a provocative grin. —What if I lose? Perfect. With my trump card exposed, I'll truly have no hope left—petrified here, milked for energy in endless orgasms. But if I win, I'll get the key to real Hell much faster.