Lifelong Contract with the Goddess of Ruin

The Brood Pen reeked with a disgust far beyond imagination. The stench of wet mud. The unique aroma of feed mixed with semen and bursting amniotic fluid. And the overwhelming odor of every kind of excrement. If the goblins' sludge stew was blatantly repulsive, this was a thick, layered revulsion built up over time.

"Ugh."

I wanted to pinch my nose with one hand, but of course, I had no arms. I exhaled through my mouth, but that did nothing to block the stench. All I could do was keep breathing it in to get used to it. I sucked in a deep breath, squinting my eyes against the numbing smell.

Unlike the other females, I was installed right in the center of the Brood Pen. Probably because of my special body. Clank. Clank. Something was being set up and secured. As I tried to turn my head, I realized even my neck was fixed in place with blade-like restraints. Then the goblins stuffed something like a hose into my mouth.

"Mmph. Mmmph!"

It was enormous. With my jaw stretched wide, drool spilling everywhere, I stared at the hose. It must be to keep me from dying by pumping in food. They weren't planning to feed me sludge as food, were they? I shuddered, recalling the starvation torture from before. It was terrifying. Starvation was scary. They were scary too—the probing of my pussy, the searing iron branding my body—but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that was... what should I call it? I could feel the stimulation. It hurt like hell at first, but it was a spark like electricity flashing in my brain.

But starvation was different. It felt like slowly drowning. Like dying from disease. No matter how much of a true masochist I was, I wasn't skilled enough to find pleasure in that yet.

Fortunately, what came down wasn't sludge. Nor was it a huge amount. It was surprisingly proper porridge-like food. A texture like wheat mixed with meat. Slimy with an iron tang. I swallowed it down without thinking about the source of that iron taste. Guessing what the meat was wasn't hard. It was slaughtered humans. A bizarre feeling gripped me as I devoured it. As a human, it felt like I'd truly reached the end. Eating human flesh while being raised like a chicken in a goblin Brood Pen. For a female, it should have been a horrific fate.

A horrific fate it ought to be... ♥ But I couldn't help my pussy getting wet.

Judging by these strong restraints and the quality feed, the goblins had no intention of killing me. They planned to use me thriftily as a pregnancy machine.

"Mmph?"

A goblin smacked my ass hard. The sudden pain made my cheeks jiggle wildly. The goblin grabbed them and started shoving something hot into my pussy.

'N-No way...?'

It wasn't boiling stew or water. It was pleasantly warm, carrying heat—goblin semen collected in bulk.

'Not even treated like a toy?'

A twinge of disappointment hit me. I'd imagined a sturdy goblin mounting me wildly, squeezing my tits, and ending with childbirth. Was I worthless as a female? Even with this beautiful, strong body?

From the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠side, a goblin shaman muttered an incantation. Ah ♥ I could feel sperm attaching to my eggs. It had definitely implanted. I was pregnant. Which meant...

"Mmmph!! Mmmph-mmmph♥♥ Mmm-rooogh!!"

The instant the sperm attached, a goblin child was growing at tremendous speed inside me. Impossible. An impossible technique. Even after experiencing it multiple times, I couldn't help being shocked again. I'd never heard of goblins using time acceleration magic for hyper-fast pregnancy. The goblins I'd seen before were just ugly low-tier monsters good for raping women. But these had violence beyond my expectations, plus technology, intelligence, and massive infrastructure.

This was the world so cruel to women, painted in ero, fantasy, and gore. If goblins were this bad, how vicious would humans or other monsters be? Just as that thought crossed my mind, I felt the baby surging out of my pussy.

".....................!!!!!!!...........♥♥♥"

I couldn't even moan. My body shuddered violently as I writhed in the stimulation of birth. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The horrific pain was gone now. The floating sensation, the gush emptying from my belly—it was indescribably ecstatic. I gazed warmly at the crying goblin newborn, waa waa.

Would this child grow up to impregnate me too? As I thought that, the goblin holding it snapped the newborn's neck.

"...Huh?"

Crack. The crying goblin died in an instant. I stared in disbelief. The goblin ignored my gaze, tossed the broken body aside, and started injecting semen into my pussy again.

"Mmmph-mmmph-mmph!!! Mmmph♥♥"

How ♥ How could they...? I was shocked anew by the goblins' brutality. I'd thought I'd figured out this race, but there were still surprises. Goblins were astonishing. Too astonishing.

Semen flooded in, and soon my belly swelled again. The floating sensation, birth. Snap. Another broken goblin. Whether I wailed or not, the goblin ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠repeated the process. After dozens of births, it finally nodded in satisfaction.

No way. Breed improvement? The surviving goblin newborn had sharper, more defined features than regular goblins. They'd realized I was no ordinary human and aimed to evolve themselves through selective breeding. Incredibly advanced. I felt primitive compared to them, having voluntarily abandoned my human rights to become a female slave.

'...Maybe it's true.'

Amazed I could still think so calmly, I accepted the semen. No sexual intent here. Just mechanical work. Limbless as I was, I couldn't even masturbate or beg the goblins with my mouth. Accepting endless goblin cum injections, swallowing the food pumped into my mouth, all I could do was wallow in my own misery.

I was the lowest human. A hopeless maso bitch. No—worse than trash. Beyond salvation. A pregnancy machine worse than an onahole. No matter how much I regretted it, there was no turning back. I cursed my own wretchedness. That was the only pleasure I could chase.

The more I cursed, the wetter my pussy got. But I couldn't feel more than that.

Glurk glurk. Through my pussy, into my womb, the goblins' combined semen. I waited for the goblin to chant the pregnancy acceleration magic. Soon it did, and I trembled in anticipation of the pleasure. My belly grew heavy rapidly. Thud. Thud. The fetus kicked my gut; amniotic fluid gushed from my pussy. Now I understood why the Brood Pen reeked so strongly of female. With this insane dumping of pussy and womb contents, how could it not stink?

"..........♥♥♥!!"

Compared to the first pregnancy, the stimulation was milder. My pussy, once torn in agony, now birthed the goblin child smoothly. My drugged, hazy body kept its senses relatively intact. Squelch. The newborn goblin turned back into hideous meat. The large goblin bashed the killed newborn with a club. It became a meat lump and was tossed aside. Into the bubbling cauldron over there. So that's how the food's made. Chopped humans, goblins, and trash mixed into meat chunks. That was what I was eating now. And it didn't taste half bad.

Feeling my womb fill with semen again, I tried to close my eyes—but something felt off. The screams echoing from all sides had stopped. The moans of women repeating pregnancies in the Brood Pen, the despair-filled shrieks from the execution grounds outside. Gone.

I looked at the goblin in front of me. It stared blankly at me, frozen. Its eyes reflected nothing. Had time stopped? An impossible situation. My heart sank as I scanned around, and then a brilliant light erupted before me, manifesting something.

"......"

It had a beautiful, voluptuous figure. Similar to the Reincarnation Goddess who'd sent me to this world, but different. That one had a sacred, noble beauty. This one radiated chilling horror and impurity. A being that shouldn't exist in this world. Terror shook me. Even when the goblins severed my limbs, I hadn't felt this fear.

The goddess with her eerily pale skin opened her mouth. It was a long yet short speech. An instant, yet eternal. Though her lips never moved, the words pierced my mind, my soul's depths.

It was a declaration of contract, oath, and curse. The goddess was asking my will. Of me, a byproduct not even worthy of the world's most foolish, idiotic bitch. Would I live a life filled with pleasure, regret, and ruin? I nodded. Precisely, my soul nodded. No hesitation. Refusal wasn't even an option. The pleasure and curse this eerily terrifying goddess would give me would be incomparably more horrific than the goblins'. With expectation and dread, I nodded. A contract sealed deep in my soul. Regret flooded in that instant, but it was too late to turn back. This was the moment my eternal, immortal life as a female in this otherworld began—together with the Goddess of Ruin and eternal damnation.