Fiery Escape from the Brood Pen
How many months have passed since I came here? I wonder if I even want to get fucked by humans too. Amid the swamp of pain and pleasure, I'd grown somewhat accustomed to it. To be precise, it was because they'd restrained the unnecessary torture and violence for the sake of childbirth. Every day, the only thing I could feel was the ecstasy of giving birth. Was it thanks to my contract with the goddess? Or was it because I'm inherently a hopeless masochistic piece of meat? Either way, I'd grown somewhat accustomed to the pleasure. On top of that, I could feel my physical abilities improving. If only a status window would pop up in front of me. In any case, it seemed like I was evolving into some unspeakable, bizarre race, just as the goddess intended—not as a human, but as a meat jar of pleasure and ruin. As proof, I gazed at the stumps where my limbs had been severed. A strange, ticklish wriggling emanated from the severed ends. My body was trying to regenerate. But the iron plates sealing the stumps prevented it. Of course, as the saying goes, dripping water can pierce stone. With enough effort, I could surely wear away at these stumps. The restraints the goblins had weren't all that sturdy, and time was infinite on my side. But right now, I liked this situation. When the goblins first subjected me to violent torture and execution, a flicker of regret had stirred deep in my heart for a moment. But now, it felt comfortable. The cycle of birth and sleep. I'd always been lazy by nature, so I enjoyed sleeping too. Life in a place with guaranteed rest felt peaceful. Sure, the goblins carrying my blood were out there slaughtering humans left and right, but honestly, was that any of my business? As I drifted off with such trash thoughts, a commotion from outside made me lift my head slightly. Goblin screams and the sound of something exploding reached my ears. Had someone raided us? Adventurers had invaded a few times before. But they'd always fallen to the attacks of the goblins bearing my genes—men turned into tonight's dinner, women subjected to horrific torture, reduced to birthing machines or toys.
I stared blankly ahead, and then another boom echoed. What the hell was going on? I wanted to go check right away, but I couldn't. So I closed my eyes and focused on the sounds. Ten people. Twenty. Forty. Over a hundred. There must be human nations in this world too, and with the damage piling up, they'd come for a full-scale extermination. Would they rescue the meat toilets here too? I wriggled my stumps toward the door. A soldier kicked it open and barged in.
"Ugh, fuck! What the hell is that smell!"
He pinched his nose and looked around. The soldier eyed us with disgust, then called out to a man who looked like the captain behind him.
"What do we do with these things?"
"What do you mean, what? Burn 'em. They're beyond saving anyway—can't go back to normal life like that."
Eh? What did he say? Before the captain's words even finished, he nodded once and fetched a torch and oil, setting the brood pen ablaze. Flames erupted in an instant, and the screams of the female sows echoed everywhere. Wasn't this a bit too heartless, even for humans? Not that I'm any better. Hell, I'm the root cause to begin with. The scorching heat was agonizing. And since it held no sexual intent, I couldn't even feel a shred of humiliation amid the pain. Even without the flames touching me directly yet, the torment was excruciating. The iron plates on my shoulder and inner thigh stumps began glowing red-hot.
"!@$@#~!!!!!"
The insane burning pain made drool spill from my mouth as I thrashed wildly. Black smoke filled the air, darkening everything, and the women's screams gradually faded—probably passing out from the fumes. I wished I could faint too, but right now, I just cursed this sturdy body of mine. Thud. The ropes suspending me burned through, and I tumbled to the ground. Plenty of padding down there kept it from hurting much, but the floor was on fire—that was the problem. Even without limbs, I flopped around like a dying fish. This wasn't pain a human could endure. If I didn't thrash like a maniac and grit my teeth until they cracked, I'd lose my mind to the agony. Regenerate. Regenerate! I focused every nerve while wriggling my stumps. Maybe because each second felt like a minute, my whole body felt sharper than ever. From the ends of my severed limbs, I felt meat surging up in bulges. Boom! The moment my limbs regenerated, I kicked the blazing door with all my might and burst outside. Enough with the endless burning—I was done. I wanted beings who saw me as a meat toilet. I didn't want to burn for no reason. How long had it been since I'd moved? The sensation from my new limbs felt bizarre. A weird comparison, maybe, but it was like the feeling after a thorough teeth scaling from my past life. Who cares about the sensations I'm feeling. Anyway, my plan was to escape this place. Sure, I might run into orcs or other monsters instead of goblins, but I wanted a different kind of humiliation. Something monsters like goblins or orcs couldn't provide. Training. I wanted to be trained and educated by humans. And there was the goddess's revelation too. She hadn't given me any specific missions or tasks. Instead, she'd cursed me with misfortune and ruin. No matter how much I tried to live a comfortable, happy life out of boredom with this one, calamity would find me somehow. That said, drowning in lust wouldn't ward off misfortune either. It would just bring even greater misery amid the misery. It was terrifying now, something I could never refuse, but I couldn't stop getting excited. A fate of misfortune and ruin, but at the same time, a curse of lust. No matter what calamity came, it would be alongside beings who saw me as a meat toilet. I sucked in ragged breaths and scanned my surroundings. Towering flames, floors soaked in blood and guts. At my feet lay the goblins who'd been tormenting and fucking women just moments ago. Looking down at them with a pang of regret, I lightly draped myself in a fallen soldier's tattered clothes and headed into the forest.
Walking through the woods all day in nothing but that one flimsy rag, what I felt was that this body was astonishingly beautiful and superior. Even right after reincarnating, I'd felt incredible power, but now it was beyond that. Vitality and control radiated from every cell in my body. And the ability to turn pain into pleasure. I wanted sex—as soon as possible. I wanted to feel again the agony, humiliation, and helplessness I'd once hated to the point of death. I couldn't feel happiness anymore without destructive, desire-fueled, life-ending sex. My instincts told me so. No amount of effort, practice, or research could compare to the bliss of simple fucking. Humiliation, violence, and torture felt even better. Explosive pain was great, but I wanted to be subjected to all sorts of harsh acts under the pretext of training as a female by beings like humans. Maybe there were aphrodisiacs like weak heat inducers. After walking for a while, I spotted a group of human men pulling a wagon. I looked down at myself. The fire had burned away most of the goblin cum stench and the brood pen's foul odor, but now I reeked of charred meat. The soldier's clothes were all ragged—basically beggar rags. Would they even get horny seeing me like this? I glanced at the other side of the wagon. Definitely not normal merchants. Several armed men. And from the back of the wagon came women's moans. I nodded and approached the men.
"H-help meee~"
I put on an act, tottering toward them. A man with a cigar in his mouth tilted his head and looked me up and down.
"Who're you?"
"Goblins! Goblins attacked me! Please, protect me!"
It was acting so over-the-top my face flushed. But the man didn't seem suspicious—just scratched his head.
"Yeah? Then come closer."
He beckoned with a finger. The hunter's glint in his eyes and his nonchalant attitude were perfectly unsettling, but I toddled right up to him. As I followed him toward the wagon, my neck suddenly snagged.
"Gack?!"
A chokehold.
Pretty classic. A chokehold, huh.
"Whoa, whoa, stay still if you don't wanna die?"
Confirming I wasn't resisting much, he released my neck and started stripping me. Then he whistled.
"Whoa. This is prime goods. Gonna fetch a high price."
"Guh... guh... What? Sell me for a high price?"
I feigned shock. I planned to keep up the roleplay.
"Missy. We're bad bandits, yeah? Tough luck. But we'll sell you somewhere nice."
"No, nooo..."
I don't want to be sold somewhere nice. If possible, I want to be gangbanged by homeless guys. The one redeeming feature of this shitty world is how it's optimized for sex regardless of age or gender. But maybe he took my protests the wrong way. He grinned lecherously and stepped toward me, one foot at a time.