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“Shen….Shen…!”
“Please…don’t take him away…my son…please…”
“Return Shen to us….don’t you dare…”
Familiar voices echo through the mind of a boy, trapped inside a caravan with chains binding his limbs and a piece of cloth obstructing his vision. He knows not where he is and what location he’s taken to, but the memories of bloodshed and flames are strongly fresh within his mind. The lamentations of his dying parents, the cries of his brothers and sisters on the verge of death, the sorrow of his friends and comrades, he remembers it all. He will never forget it all.
There is nobody else inside of the caravan he’s stuck in. He is chained and bound alone, all he could hear is the sound of wheels travailing through a muddy terrain and the harsh sound of rain shimmering along. He is all by himself…..
…for now.
“I will avenge you all….” he begrudgingly utters under his breath, struggling vainly against his bondage, “every single member of my kin, for all the blood that they spilled out of you…I swear I will…”
He waits for a change to come to his senses, he waits for a time where the caravan that he’s trapped in will eventually stop moving, he waits for a time where the chains that bound him will eventually come off. His senses have been numb for some time. How many hours was he inside of this caravan? Or was it days? Weeks? He couldn’t tell anymore.
As he bids his time, a memory emerges again from the depths of his mind, in regards to those peaceful times, long before the arrival of those hunters and mercenaries who reigned hell upon his family. He did nothing wrong. His family did nothing wrong. His clan has always been a group of nomadic thaumaturges who always remained neutral amidst the worldly conflict and wars, and yet here he is, the last living member of his clan, taken away by the filthy murderers who killed everyone he loved and cared for. Hatred, grudge, rage and sorrow all seethes and boils in his veins, he could not wait to take a bite of revenge, to savor vengeance in his taste buds.
For now, the roaring noise of rain slowly starts to fade away, replaced with a cold air that assaults his skin. He feels the caravan stopping dead on its tracks, yet he can still hear the faint sound of rain. But now he doesn’t feel lonely anymore…not in a good way, though.
“Aight boys, this cave will be our place to rest for now!” a gruff, manly voice shouts from afar minutes after the caravan has stopped, a voice that he’s highly familiar with. Such a voice is deeply etched in his recent memories, laced with hate and grudge.
“Boss, what about the bitch in the backmost caravan? Should we check on her?” another voice spoke up, and just hearing him made the boy seethe with anger. They really thought of him as a woman, and most likely, will treat him as one too. If his family had to suffer the fate of death, he will most likely suffer a fate worse than death, and that is one possibility that he doesn’t want to entertain.
“Y'know what? Why not? Let’s have some fun with her while we’re at it!” the first voice shouts yet again, “boys! Gather round! Lets have some fun while waiting for the rain to shimmer off, shall we?”
The boy’s eyes widen within his blindfold, biting his lower lip, he turns tense with a sense of dread pooling on his abdomen. He could hear the sound of footsteps approaching him accompanied with haughty laughter that bears venom. He has learned to accept death, and no longer fears death, but at this very moment, the boy desperately clings to his life. He knows not of what his captors will do to him, what those savages will etch and scar on his body and imprint into his mind. He fears what they’re all going to do to him. Fear begets disgust, and disgust begets anger.
With the sound of a door swinging open, all sensations in the boy’s body become chaotic, intertwining with each other in a maddening way. He couldn’t back away, as he’s chained to a corner, and he could not run away, much to his fear. He could tell that he’s surrounded by men. So many of them were all standing in front of him, reeking of blood, mud…and sexual frustration. The scent of musk and smegma is violating his senses, making him want to puke all over himself at best and killing himself at worst.
“Heh, looks like she’s all fine,” the familiar voice chuckled, the sound of footsteps starting to close upon him, “how you’re doing, princess? Hope our two day journey didn’t rough you up, cuz we will! Heheahahahahaa!!”
The man’s mockery is soon followed by many laughter in unison, as if they’re mocking the boy for his past, present and future. His fate right now depends upon these men, and there is no way it’ll end pleasantly.
“I will not forgive you…all of you…” he snarls at the collective mocking laughter, his throat feels glassy from his entire journey trapped in this caravan. Immediately after uttering his words, however, a gruff hand takes hold of his lower jaw. The restraining hand’s strength makes it hard for him to speak without dislocating his jaw.
“Oops, you still have some spirit with you. I suppose all that starvation and dehydration is not enough to break you,” the voice apathetically dismisses the boy’s threats as if it’s just dust on his shoulders. He could feel the huge arm trailing away from his lower jaw, releasing him from it’s terrific strength, “ lower the chains, boys,”
All of the sudden, the boy drops down to the moist wooden floor. He lands in ass first, as he couldn’t properly brace for impact and haven’t been able to use his legs for days, he’s rendered immobile. Thinking he has attained freedom, the boy tries flailing around on the ground, only to realize that he’s still bound to his restraints. He raises his head, begrudgingly snarling at his brute captors.
“What’s that? Want some food or drink?” the same voice asks mockingly as he hears the sound of someone kneeling down near him. The boy is caught off guard by this question, he didn’t expect to receive mercy this early. But then realizing that a group who killed his entire clan and tore him away from a life of peace wouldn’t be capable of such things as mercy, he is unexpectedly greeted by a slimy sensation poking his cheek, “open wide~ One serving of protein coming up~”
The boy flinches away from this sensation, only to have a pair of hands force his head to remain in one place as a long, meaty thing is slowly forced into his mouth, its thick girth making it impossible for the boy to breathe, and the rancid smell is unbearable for him to keep in his mouth. So instinctively, he bites this long, meaty thing as its tip and half of its full length just enters his mouth as hard as he can. Not expecting the consequences of his actions, he spits on the ground, marking his rebellion.
What follows next are cries of pain as the meaty organ retreats from his mouth with haste, the sound of a man agonizing over a painful wound. A commotion then follows, alongside with a heavy set of footsteps creeping up to him.
And then, pain.
Somebody punched the boy straight in the face, consequently blowing his blindfold off his head. Finally regaining his sight, the first thing he sees after days of darkness is an unfortunate scene. A crowd of unruly men surrounded him, one man clutching his bleeding crotch while being in front of him in such close proximity at the same time. He’s bald, greasy, fat, smelly, hairy and to top it all off, ugly. He looks like his mother had smoked, drunk and done drugs when she was pregnant with him. The man dismisses his pain for a while, drooling at the boy, forcibly spreading his chain-bound legs as he still chokes on the pain of the punch, spitting copious amounts of saliva and blood from his aching throat.
He remembers this man. This man is the leader of those savages who killed all of his family, and the one who caught him as he barely escaped the massacre.
“We offered you something to eat, and the first thing you did is to reject our hospitality,” the ghoulish man gutters over the terrified boy, “ungrateful bitches like you need a little…correction,”
The big man looks down at the boy’s crotch. At first giggling with perverse intent, but after his sight registers with what the boy has down under turns silent. His once-colourful expression turns into a monochromatic apathy. He expects a clean and virgin piece of pussy belonging to that of a young girl, instead, what he sees is a small cock around half an inch long that’s not even circumcised attached to the boy’s crotch dangling alongside his pearl sized balls.
“Oh,” he said flatly, finally realizing the boy’s true gender, “you’re a male,” his face then curls into disgust, turning his attention towards his group of subordinates, gesturing at one of the many crowds of men, “hey, you. Bring me the knife,”
“Yessir!”
The boy’s eyes widened in fear the moment he heard the ugly man’s declaration, he could smell his intent just from those words still freshly reverberating in his mind. This decrepit old man is about to castrate him, and he could tell that this won’t be the end of his torment.
“Why are you so scared? We’re just gonna give ya a little fixin’!” the greasy, bald man grins maliciously at his victim, grabbing him by the neck, “think of it as your karma too, an eye for an eye, a cock for a cock! You hear that?!”
He couldn’t speak at all. His tongue feels numb. But in his thoughts, he screams. He screams for someone, for anyone to help him. He puts all his hatred, grudge and sorrow into a single plea, a cry for help he could not let out of stricken fear.
“I beg of you…those who could hear me…I need your help…I need you to rescue me…I need you to inflict my lamentations and despair on those who wronged me…!”
The boy flinches away, closing his eyes as the sound of footsteps are approaching the caravan he’s trapped in. The footsteps are slow, heavy and dragging, making its way slowly to the caravan.
He expected his torture to begin already, he expects a grim future ahead for him, but what he did not expect—-
— is the clean sound of a slash, followed by the sound of bodies collapsing down to the floor while spraying blood like a water fountain.
“What the fuck?!” such events even startles the ghoulish old man, curious as to what’s happening, the boy opens his eyes.
The first thing he sees are mountains of corpses, all of them were once those savage groups of mocking men who captured him. They were sliced in half vertically, their bowels spilling into the ground and their blood flooded the floor. The big, ugly bastard of a man who tormented him earlier is the only survivor of this massacre, though not for long.
Standing in the caravan’s entrance is a tall, humanoid entity. His skin is pale like a corpse and has pointy ears and a curled black horn. His eyes are pitch black with red crosses adorning his irises. His left hand is in the terrifying shape of a draconic claw, drenched in the blood of the many he killed earlier. He is almost naked if not for his open black coat and his white pants, revealing a strange mark on his bare chest.
“Y…you…!! Who the hell are you…?!” the bald man shouts, immediately trying to grab the hilt of his blade placed on his back, only to have his arms cut off in a blink of an eye as the humanoid figure towers over him. Before the man could ever express his pain over losing a pair of his arms, the humanoid entity shoves his claw up through the man’s chest and pulls his still beating heart out in one swift motion, his face twisting into a maniacal grin as he begin to consume the dying man’s slowing heart, tearing into the flesh and tissues like it’s just a piece of apple and treating the blood squirting out of the consumed heart like apple juice splattered around his face.
Agonising screeches tore through the ominous silence, the boy watches in terror as he watches the man die in front of him. On one hand, he’s glad that his tormentor dies in a painful way, his inner thoughts grinning in satisfaction seeing his vengeance finally fulfilled. But on the other hand, seeing the brutal scene previously played in time made a scar in his memory. His instincts of survival significantly heightened than before, wanting to not suffer a cruel and painful death by the hands of a monster.
“You,” the humanoid entity breaks into the boy’s contemplation, glaring daggers at him but is otherwise uninterested in his life, “you must be my master who summoned me into this realm,”
Still stricken in fear, the boy could not answer the inhuman entity in front of him. He drags his heavy body away from him in terror, fearing what he may do to him. He might kill him like what he did to his kidnappers, or even worse….
…But the boy did not expect the entity to suddenly kneel down to him, putting himself in an act of service and submission towards him.
“As the demon of brutality, I shall be in your service from now on,” the entity utters out loud, introducing himself as a fiend, “however, know this, human. One must pay a price in order to consummate one’s contract with another,”
The boy slowly loosens up, feeling a sense of safety slowly filling him up as he looks down at his unexpected savior that it almost puts him in an euphoric trance. But deep down, he still feels cautious upon hearing the fact that his savior is seeking a “price” for a “contract” with him.
“Contract…?” he murmurs cautiously, “what do you mean? What do you even want from me?”
The boy doesn’t notice it right away, beneath the demon’s bowing head, hides a wide, sly smirk showing rows of razor sharp teeth. Before the boy could do anything about it, the demon quickly lunges at him, pinning him down to the ground with his claws gripping the boy’s wrists tightly, while he forces the boy into a position to open his legs. The action is so sudden that the boy’s fight-or-flight instinct reemerges immediately just as he thought he had attained peace.
“You summoned me and made me do your bidding, so it would only be fair if I received my paycheck from you,” the demon snarls at the boy, grinning maniacally while doing so. He raises his right hand from the boy’s wrist and points straight at his navel, “and by paycheck…what I meant is your body~”
The boy’s eyes widened in fear. He’s like a fish who just jumped off a frying pan just to land on the flames. He had made a mistake in putting his trust in a monster who rescued him. He should’ve known better.
“Oh, I should’ve elaborated what I mean by that. My bad,” he cooed, trailing his pale right hand down to the boy’s abdomen, stopping right above his crotch, “I will protect you and do whatever you commanded me to do, and in exchange, you offer your body to me,”
Under the fiend’s palm, a plum coloured hue similar to his hair colour begins to glow at the boy’s lower abdomen, who’s meanwhile is heavily concerned of what comes next. He feels sick, as if his internal organs are being rearranged drastically to make space for something that is growing inside of him. He can feel the thing growing in him is an organ, it’s round, fulfilling and uncomfortable at the same time, and he can feel it take root in his body, making him want to puke in disgust and pain. But for some reason, he also enjoys this. He enjoys the throbbing sensation that this process made him endure, as twisted as it sounds to him.
“Shhh~ why the scared face~ all I’m gonna do to you is a little modification…” the demon assures with sweet nothings, smiling uncannily, he lifts his hand up, the glow no longer glows, “...so that you can get pregnant and carry my children~”
The boy went off guard hearing what this demon said. Pregnant? But I’m a male, I can’t conceive a child! He thought to himself ignorantly, powerless to do anything in his current state against this monster dominating him. The boy is now overwhelmed with thoughts of pregnancies, thoughts of babies developing within him. An appalling concept, yet somehow, one that he strangely fascinated himself over with. He might be over age of innocence, but the concept of children always disgusts him. He had bad experiences with taking care of children, especially that of his younger siblings, cousins, nephews and nieces. But the concept of life is one that he appreciates.
The demon immediately unbuckles his pants, pulling out a monster from his crotch. Having the size of a fifteen inches and a massive girth that has bumps and warts from its base to tip, he indeed possesses a sizer that could bring any man to shame, as the only thing that it could be compared to is a horse’s dick. His monster cock slams down at the boy’s clothed stomach, it’s length surpassing his belly button. It drools over the boy’s abdomen like a hungry beast ready to devour its food. Compared to his phimosis cock, the boy truly feels like a woman in the presence of such magnificence.
The demon smirks, looking down at the boy’s abdomen as something is swelling out of it, undulating in a yearning manner. This excites the fiend even further, his demonic penis throbbing as glue-like precum drops from its tip, wetting the boy’s stomach. The boy quivers in fear…and strangely, in excitement as well.
“Heh, looks like your new womb couldn’t wait any longer to be impregnated,” the fiend smirks sadistically, putting his left hand to the boy’s slightly bulging abdomen, squeezing it with force. The boy shatters away from his trance with a girly moan, urging the demon to put more force in his grasp before letting it go.
“Huh…? Womb…?!” the boy snaps back to reality, he immediately looks down to his stomach, but as he does so, the demon makes his moves. Currently, he’s positioning his disturbingly large cock up the boy’s virgin hole, trying to pry open and penetrate it for his pleasures…and to the boy’s dismay, “y…you…that thing…stop it! It won’t fit inside of me!”
The demon ceases to listen, forcefully grabbing the boy’s child-birthing hips, he uses all of his strength to force himself into the boy, who’s crying and begging him to stop. His virgin body gives slight resistance at first, with his unripe anus resisting the force of insertion. The fiend, however, is both stubborn and persistent, forcing the boy’s body to accept his sexual advances. The boy struggles and squirms, his bound limbs trying it’s best to reject this demonic rapist.
But it’s all too late.
In one potent thrust, the massive cock goes balls deep inside of the boy, penetrating his newly created orifice and bypassing the boy’s newly-created cervix as its tip snugly rests inside of his boy-womb. At first, the effeminate boy went into a state of shock, his virgin body couldn’t comprehend the pain that roots its way within him. His entire body twitches and shudders in pain, yet also small tingles of pleasure made its way through all the pain and agony.
“A—a…aaaAA~H~...♥❤”
He can feel blood running down his anus, his blood. He can feel the rings of his anus tearing apart under the force of the demonic cock forced into him.
A nauseous sensation soon follows along with the unbearable pain, snapping him back into this hellish reality that he did not want to confront no matter how real the situation is. His stomach bulges from the insertion of his rapist’s cock, his body contracts and shivers under its massive size. At the same time however, his body appears to contradict his mind, as his new orifice is now soaking wet, eager to accept the demonic cock violating him. His boy-womb in particular throbs arousingly, seemingly massaging the tip of his violator’s monstrous cock to milk out every last drop of cum, behaving independently away from what the boy thinks.
“What’s your name, master?” The demon coos at the boy’s ear in a sultry whispery tone, both of his claws now grasping tightly at the boy’s curvy hips. The white haired boy still recoils from his state of shock and is too bewildered to respond to the demon’s question, “well, not that it matters, anyways. I’ll call you fuckmeat from now on, aight?”
With the unofficial confirmation, the demon begins to thrust within the boy with a rough piston, treating him as if he’s just a mere object; he dominates the boy, putting him in a mating press position as his cock violates the boy’s newly made cervix and womb. The boy can’t stop shouting in pain as he felt his new orifice lacerating with each thrust and slams made against his boy-womb and cervix, as every time the demon thrusts his dick inside of the boy’s ruined ass hole, it feels like he’s being punched in the stomach at high speed.
The boy could feel his consciousness slowly waning away from the agony of having his ass stretched open violently being the only thing keeping him aware and intact with reality as much as he hates it. He wants this to be over already, he doesn’t want to experience such a cruel thing in the first place. This act of degeneracy and deviance puts him in so much pain that he couldn’t feel his lower half any longer, all of his nerves screaming for anyone to help him from this pain.
At this moment, the boy clings to his life desperately. Even if he’s been defiled, violated and tarnished, he refuses to die without seeing his vengeance fulfilled. Even though this demonic entity he coincidentally summoned torments him in ways that are worse than him straight up killing him, he would endure it all, he would prevail against it all. All in the name of the people he once cherished, he would resist every humiliation and violation thrown at him at present,
“You enjoy this, don’t you? Look at ya, having an erection from having your cervix punched open by my dick!” The demon mocks the boy’s current condition. Standing on strings on the verge of his own consciousness, he barely notices how much his body contradicts his mind.
The boy’s nipples, previously inverted in flesh, appear to now pop out from its fleshy smooth casing like a fresh cherry bud, standing erect in its sensitive glory from beneath his clothes. His phimosis penis that pathetically sways around as it follows the momentum of his fucked body is now erect, shivering and twitching in both pain and pleasure with the body it’s attached to. Each momentum of the demon pounding into the boy forces him to spread his already numb legs more. His anus is now heavily bruised and slightly ruptured, wet with both his fluids and blood as his organs are being rearranged by the brutal rape. The boy’s consciousness is a flickering mess, and as his senses begin to numb from the excess of pain and pleasure, he asks himself; “am I going to die now?”.
His body still produces warmth, and even in his falling consciousness, he doesn’t see the apparitions of his family and friends waiting for him on the other side. It is as if fate is mocking him, forcing him to remain alive only to live through a hell of his own making. He’s been starved, dehydrated, now sexually tortured. But despite all of that, he has a will to live. He doesn’t want to die even if his pride has been shattered to dust.
Even with the boy’s critical condition, the fiend never stops treating him like a toy. Roughly manhandling his petite body and mercilessly pounding him with his now frequently-throbbing cock, signs of climax are ever-present as of now. In this position, he easily maintains the boy’s cervix opening to receive his abusive cock, and the boy’s womb accepts the abuse like a broken housewife accepting her fate to be abused by her abusive husband. The climax is closer than ever, the demon could feel his urge to cum inside the boy becoming more and more irresistible as he choke held the boy while grinding his boy-womb like no tomorrow. The thought of his demonic semen flooding the boy’s deflowered womb and inflating it like a balloon that has reached its limits is tantalizingly scrumptious for the fiend, but for the boy, it is an utterly horrifying concept.
“Ouuugh…fuckmeat…!!” the fiend exclaims in ecstacy, slamming his hips into the boy’s tortured hole in the speed of sound, “I’mma bust a nut inside ya!!!”
At this point, the boy is unable to respond to the demon raping him. His eyes have rolled to the back of his skull, and he’s already deep in his unconsciousness of physical anguish and ego death. There is nothing the boy could do to prevent his violator from impregnating him. His newly-made boy-womb is defenseless, his boy-cervix has been busted open from the demon’s constant abuse of it, and to top it all off, he’s been made fertile by the demon. A pregnancy will be highly guaranteed the very moment the demon cums inside him. Trillions of rich, fertile semen flood his boy-womb, fertilizing him in a frenzy, and ending with a fertilized egg being implanted into the walls of his boy-womb. These are the imageries currently filling his hazy consciousness as his rape is about to reach it’s climax. The fiend couldn’t take it anymore. He’s aching to just bust all of his seed inside of his rape victim, the only thing that he could focus on is to inflict as much pain to his victim and to impregnate him with his offspring.
“OUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” he growls as he pushes the boy’s hips deep into him for one final thrust, making sure that his boy-womb would accept all of his semen in one blow.
And with a throb from the demon’s monster cock and the tightening of the boy’s cervix around his demonic rapist’s cock shaft, the inevitable happens.
Like an outburst of a flood coming from a broken dam, torrents of cum spray out from the demon’s cock-hole, filling the boy’s womb and inflating it until it almost explodes in mere seconds. Most of the cum ejaculated into the boy couldn’t help itself but to spill out of the boy’s deflowered hole, making a huge mess in the process. The fiend grabs hold of the boy’s succulent thighs as he plants himself balls deep inside of him, grinding his hips so that the boy’s womb holds most of his semen even after he pulls out. The boy did not react much from this event other than disarrayed lucid moaning, as his consciousness already went kaput moments before the demon came inside him.
After a while, the demon finally pulls out of the boy, his demonic cock finally limping out of satisfaction, he buckles himself up as he watches the boy slowly succumb into the darkness of his unconsciousness. Drenched in sweat, tears, drool, blood, and cum. His inflated belly slowly begins to deflate as a waterfall of semen rushes out of his gaping, twitching anus. The semen coming out of him is mixed with his blood caused by the inner lacerations created from the violent rape that the boy experienced earlier, creating a reddish tint on the otherwise pale white color of cum.
The demon grins sadistically for one last time, after staring at the boy, he disappears into thin air. But before disappearing, he utters one last thing to his new master; “this won’t be the last time, master~ I’ll be looking forward working with you until our contract ends~”
Despite the overflowing fill of the seed of life stuffed into the boy, only a small amount is enough to impregnate him. Deep inside of his boy-womb, a magically produced egg-cell emerges out of the soft walls of the boy-womb. Billions of the demonic sperm hunts after the egg cell, the biggest among them easily penetrates all of the egg cell’s defense, making his impregnation an effortless success. At the same time when the demonic sperm finally inseminates him, the boy experiences one final strong orgasm, all before everything went black…
—-
Deep in his unconsciousness, the boy contemplated to himself,
Pain is but a lesson that needs to be endured.
Pleasure is but a distraction of the material world presenting itself as an obstacle.
Despair is but a product of sorrow and trauma succeeding in taking over one’s mind.
He will never succumb himself to this.
His name is Shen,
The last of his kind, and now an outlander walking the earth alone.
He will have his vengeance fulfilled, and he will make anyone who tormented him suffer the same way as he does.