"UGH!....My butt."
I was laying on the rocky ground, face up, rubbing my sore, bleeding ass, cursing the demon who whipped me for hours and hours.
"What the fuck did I do?" I wondered, sitting up and staring at the red sky, recalling what happened after we departed from the place we rested.
It was a long journey, full of whipping, and marching, whipping, and marching. Oh did I mention whipping? That bloody horned demon attached me to the filthy wagon from behind, exposing my cute big ass to the world, then he spent the entire time whipping me.
'I'll fucking rip his heart out and force-feed him his own shit.'
I was mad, and I wanted to kill something or someone. The lovely ass that I like so much was damaged, red, and bleeding non-stop.
'That fucker will pay for this.'
"Hey," a voice woke me from my angry thoughts, and when I looked, I saw the middle-aged human female with dirty brown hair who was attached to the wagon's chain close to me. She witnessed the whole thing from the front seat; she even had some of my blood on her rag.
"Are you okay?" the woman asked. Her voice was soft and low, probably afraid of the demons hearing her and suffering a punishment. After all, I bet she's traumatized by what happened.
"Yeah," I answered. We halted our march since it was nighttime—I think—and the demon who whipped me was gone preparing the slaves for the night, so talking with the woman was a little safe. The demon doesn't even guard us; I guess they don't expect the slaves to run away or anything.
"Can you move?" she asked, leaning closer to me and checking my bloody butt.
"Not yet," I was honest; moving was difficult and hurt, but the moment my body heals and my butt stops bleeding, I'll be fine. I could have used my healing potions; however, I didn't get the chance to be out of the slaves' sight since most of them kept staring at me and whispering among themselves.
'I guess they liked the show'
"You're bleeding a lot," the woman said, pulling something from under her rags; it was a small glass bottle. "Take this."
"What is this?" I asked, staring at the strange dark blue liquid inside the bottle.
"Healing potion," she replied. "A cheap one, but it would help with the bleeding."
"Thank you," I flashed a genuine smile at the mature woman, who for some reason was radiating with a motherly aura. "But I can't accept it; you need it more than I do."
Just by looking at how she was hiding the bottle and how she was holding it in her hands, like it was the most precious thing in her entire life, I could tell that the potion cost her a lot and probably was her last or only one. Yet she was giving it to me, a complete stranger.
"Don't worry about it," the woman smiled back. "I have many of them."
"I see," that was an easy lie to detect, but I kept silent watching her take a quick glance at our surroundings, making sure that no demon was nearby before opening the bottle.
"Now hurry and drink it."
"..."
"Sure," following her instructions, I drank the strange blue liquid. I don't know why, but I felt a strange calmness in the presence of this woman, like meeting a distant friend or what I was strongly feeling.
A mother.
"Oh, nice."
The effect was not bad for a potion of its lower rank; the moment the potion reached my stomach, the pain lessened, and the bleeding in my ass stopped. The wounds were half-closed, leaving only blood where the mature woman used a part of her rag to wipe the blood off my butt. Not in an erotic way, okay!
"Why are you helping me?" I asked, curious to her reasons: is she doing this out of a hidden motive or just wanted to help? I really didn't need the potion; I had better, and my body would heal itself, but I couldn't refuse the help from this woman.
"You'll be fine in a day or two," she said, ignoring my question, taking a step back, and admiring her work. "Your ass is too beautiful to be ruined."
"Pfft....Hahaha." I laughed, not too loud or the demon would whip my ass again, but hey, what she said was the last thing I expected.
"What's funny?" she asked, staring at me as if I were crazy.
"It's nothing," I replied, taking a deep breath. "Thank you."
"Don't worry about it," she nodded, smiling. "It was the least thing I could do. The name is Martha."
"Nice to meet you, Martha; I'm Morgana."
"Nice to meet you too, Morgana," the mature woman—Martha—nodded with a smile. She was about to add something when a sudden voice cut her off.
"Hey you stupid slaves," the horned demon that whipped me appeared with his friend, dragging a cart.
"Eat," he ordered, throwing that shit-like food at us like we were some fucking animals that he was too lazy to feed by hand.
"I hate these fucking demons," Martha cursed under her breath, glaring at the horned demon as she went to fetch her portion of the food.
"Me too," I mumbled, following her and getting a portion myself. It was gray-brown in color and sticky; the smell was horrible, and the texture was not the best.
'Sigh... there is no alternative.' With a sigh, I opened my mouth, preparing myself and my tongue for this 'food,' but then I remembered something that existed in my inventory.
'!!!' Swiftly opening my inventory, I saw that some of the raw boar and deer meat that I bought for my kids before entering the tower was still in there. I bought plenty to the point that all the storages were filled to the brim, and since the meat took only one slot each, I kept them in my inventory, but now I'm in need of real food.
"Hey, Martha," I called the woman, who was eating her share of the 'meal.'
"Yes?" she said, looking at me.
"Come here," I patted the space between my legs, calling her over. "I have something for you."
"Okay," she nodded and moved to me, not caring about the food in her hands. "What is it?"
"Sit here," I replied, pointing at the ground.
"Okay," the mature woman nodded and sat where I told her, between my legs.
"What are you doing?" she asked again, puzzled by my reaction and the fact that I was sitting on my wounded ass normally.
"Just keep eating," I instructed, opening my inventory once again. I couldn't give her raw meat; that would be bad for her stomach, plus there was no way we could cook the meat here. However, I have something in my inventory that I long forgot about.
"Eat this," I said, pretending to take something from under my rag.
"WHA—Hmm!" The mature woman was about to shout in surprise after she saw the roasted rabbit meat that I cooked a long time ago, but I didn't give her a chance to do anything by shoving the piece of meat directly in her mouth.
"Shhh!! Do you want the whole camp to find out?" I whispered in her ear.
"Hmm...hmmm," the woman nodded, munching on the meat and closing her mouth with her hands.
"Good girl," I patted her head, which was strange considering the woman appeared to be older than me, but I couldn't help but feel happy watching her eat with tears in her eyes.
"Sob!...H-How I missed this...Sob!....taste," the mature woman tried to talk, but her mouth was full, and she couldn't stop sobbing. "The taste of real food."
"Hey, no talking while eating."
"Mm!!" she nodded and started eating with newfound energy, savoring every bit and swallowing every piece. She was eating the meat like a hungry animal. Thankfully, none saw us, as all the slaves were busy fighting over the 'shit' food that seems to get less with every mealtime.
"Hmmph!" Martha finished the last bite, licking her lips and gazing at me with her teary eyes. "Thank you."
"Don't worry," I nodded. "I just returned the favor."
"You're too nice," she shook her head, a smile forming on her face. "How did you end up in this place?"
"It's a long and bad story," I said, faking sadness, giving a clear image to the woman that I don't want to talk about my sad past. This was the only thing I could do; I can't say, well, Martha, I ended up here after drinking a black potion that contained the essence of a primordial goddess, which happened to be my wife, and this place is my trial to ascend to godhood, right?
"I see," the woman said, understanding my signals.
"Do you know where we are heading?" I asked, changing the topic.
"To the mining city."
"A mining city? Are the demons going to have us work in the mines?"
"Yes, among other things," the woman nodded, explaining. "Almost all males are sent to the mines, where they extract the bloodstones that power the demons. The females can work in the mines too, but most of them are used for breeding more demons."
"So, they are using us as cattle," I said, not surprised. Not really; I expected it; however, being sent to the mines was something new. Bloodstones—what are those?
"Yeah," the mature woman nodded. "It takes a long time for a pure-blooded demon to be born, so the demons use females from other races, especially humans, elves, and beast-folk."
"I see," I nodded, recalling that the elf I ate said the same thing. But then an idea came to mind, a crazy one but not impossible. And the key was my race and my passives.
'Every creature I give birth to would be loyal to me. I wonder what would happen if I gave birth to thousands of demons.'
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Martha was a good-natured woman. We got so close after sharing my roasted rabbit with her. During our long marches, we exchanged multiple conversations, with her telling me about her past and how she ended up here.
Born to a farmer, Martha grew up in a small village, living a simple but honest life, until one day the village was raided by bandits, and the entire male population was killed while the women were enslaved. Martha was sold along with other females to slave traders, who listed them in a special auction for slaves. Fortunately, she and some of the women from her village caught the attention of a noble who bought them.
Surprisingly, the noble was a decent man, and he just wanted some slaves to work in his new mansion. There was no abuse or rape, and the women were given shelter and food.
Life was good for a year until the demons invaded the human country. They killed all the nobles and anyone who still had some fighting spirit left, enslaving the rest, including Martha. She and the other women were sent to a demon mining city, where she was used as a breeding slave for two years, giving birth to three demons. But for some reason, a few of the slaves, including Martha, were sent to another mining city, which brings us to our current moment.
The story was sad, but Martha's voice was devoid of emotion, and her eyes were cold. She was not a crying type of woman. The moment her story ended, she didn't ask me for my story or want emotional support; she just kept silent as we marched on.
'The story was not fake,' I concluded, listening to the woman's story. I didn't know her for a long time, but she didn't seem like someone who could lie or act, not even poorly; she was that simple and honest.
'For a trial, this is extremely realistic.' I was impressed at the level of realism. It was very well done, and it felt as if the whole world was real, not a simple trial for me to ascend.
"Hey," Martha whispered, tapping me on the shoulder. She was tied to the chains to my right, close to the wagon.
"Hmm!" I hummed, snapping out of my thoughts and staring at the woman who was looking forward to something.
"What is it?"
"Look," the mature woman said, pointing forward. "I think we're close to our destination."
Following her finger, I looked ahead and was slightly shocked and impressed. In the distance, a menacing black castle stood tall, with multiple towers and high walls surrounding it. The place was huge; even from our location, I could tell. However, the thing that shocked me wasn't the size or the design—it was something else.
I don't know if the others could see it or not, but the entire castle was glowing with a red aura, and even from my location, I spotted unknown markings or runes carved on the castle walls.
'What a big and magnificent castle for a mining city.'
"What do you think, Martha?" I asked, gazing at the mature woman.
"I don't know. This is the first time I've seen something like this," she replied. Her face was calm, but her eyes were full of anger and hate—not a good combo. "In the previous mining city I was in, there was no castle at all."
"I see," was my only comment. It was obvious why she was angry; believe me, I shared the same emotion as her. The city was still far, and we were marching at a slow pace, giving us a day or two before reaching the destination.
"So... how many kids do you have, Morgana?" Martha asked out of the blue.
"Eh?" I was shocked by her question; I didn't expect her to ask such a question. Moreover, how did she find out that I have kids?
"I'm asking how many kids you have, silly," the older woman repeated her question. Sorry, she's not that old. Martha was in her early 30s, but the type of life and hardship she experienced as a slave, plus giving birth to demons, aged her.
"How did you know that I have kids?" I asked, curious, not even bothering to hide the fact. I mean, why should I?
"Woman, you have more of a motherly vibe than me," Martha replied, smiling.
"..."
'Wrong. I have a horny and perverted vibe, not a motherly one,' I wanted to say but held back and kept silent.
"Come on," she nudged me, a small smirk on her face. "How many? Besides the three demons, I don't have kids."
Ugh... how should I answer her? Give her the real number, which I'm pretty sure would fry her brain cells, or lie and say that I have only one or two kids.
"I have... three daughters."
"That's wonderful," Martha nodded. Her tone was calm, but her eyes were sparkling as if she was jealous. "How old are they?"
"They are young," I said, giving her a small smile.
"I see," Martha nodded again, a little disappointed by my lack of detail. "I bet you miss them and want to go back to them?"
"I do"
"Don't worry," she said, flashing a warm and motherly smile. "I'll take care of you, and maybe one day we'll have a chance to escape."
"Oh!" Her words took me by surprise. I thought that she had lost hope, but apparently not.
...
The rest of the day, Martha didn't stop sharing about her time and the experience she gained in the old mining city. According to her, breeding is the best option for the females. Yes, it's painful getting fucked by demons all day, but it was better than working in the mines, where casualties happen every day for many reasons. At least during breeding, the demons make sure that the females stay alive. If she managed to get pregnant, the female would rise in the ranks.
The slaves had ranks. The lowest ones worked in the mines or did the hardest and dirtiest jobs; the middle ones were the breeding slaves, both males and females. As for the higher ones, they were mostly personal sex slaves that the noble demons liked to have, as well as females who had already given birth once and futas.
'Interesting, just being a futa puts you in the highest rank.' The ability to breed female demons is rare, and it was clear why they put their focus on the futas. Martha informed me that futa demons do exist; however, 90% of them were infertile—something to do with an ancient curse, not like the futas of the other races.
"We're almost there." Martha's voice woke me from my deep thoughts. "Remember what I told you, Morgana."
"Hmm," I nodded. The castle was closer now, and I could make out more details. The castle had no windows at all, or if they did, they were covered by black banners.
"Remember the ranking, Morgana," Martha spoke again.
"I'll do"
"Good," she said, the smile on her face weak. "Just follow my lead, and I'll make sure to get us into a safe and low-risk breeding center and away from the violent demons."
"Okay"
"Don't worry, Morgana; I'll make sure you're fine," Martha spoke, placing her hand on my shoulder.
'What a sweet and caring woman.' I didn't say anything and just gave her a smile and nod.
...
It didn't take us long to reach the main gate of the castle. The slaves were silent and calm, but their eyes were screaming and filled with terror, wondering what fate was waiting for them. I, on the other hand, was excited; if not for the chains and the need to keep my slave act, I would be jumping for joy.
"MOVE, SLAVES," the horned demon ordered as the massive black gates of the city opened, letting us in.
"WOW!" I let out a sound, not believing my eyes.
'This is amazing... in a different way.'
The inside of the city was huge. The streets were wide, and the buildings were tall, made from wood or black stone. There was plenty of space; however, what shocked me wasn't the design or the size—it was the amount of demons and what they were doing.
"Ahhh!.... FUCK ME!!.... NOOOO!!!... HELP!!"
"AHHHHH!!!..... STOP!!...NOOOOO!!"
Well... a MASSIVE orgy, with thousands of demons fucking humans, elves, and beastfolk. It was like a scene from hell. The slaves were screaming and crying, begging for mercy as the demons used them like animals, creating an orchestra that could make the most experienced musician cry—a perverted one, okay!
"OVER HERE!" the horned demon roared, leading us to a wide, empty space away from all this depravity that I was so eager to experience. We stood in silence waiting, and after about five minutes, a strange-looking group of ten demons appeared.
They were thin and blue-skinned. The bodies were humanoid, but their heads were snake-like. They were wearing robes and walking on two legs, and from what I could see, they were female.
"STRIP!" the horned demon ordered the slaves, "and line up."
"Yes!" the slaves obeyed, stripping naked, exposing their bodies, not caring that a huge crowd of demons behind them was watching.
The blue snake-headed demons approached the slaves and began inspecting them one by one. They checked their teeth, eyes, and bodies, then the breasts, and finally the genital area, where they tasted that part with their long tongues.
'That's hot,' I thought, watching the blue snakes shove their tongues deep into a female slave's pussy. It was a turn-on, but I had to control myself—the fun comes later.
"Hisss... Breeding."
"Hiss... Mines."
"Hisssss..."
After inspecting the slaves, the blue demons hissed among themselves. The horned demon began ordering his friends to move the slaves according to the inspection results.
When my turn came, I wasn't worried at all; I knew I'd be fine. The blue demon approached, inspecting me—checking my breasts, ass, and vagina.
"!!!" The moment she shoved her tongue inside me, her snake eyes shot wide open, and her long body began to shiver.
'Ohhh... looks like she liked my taste.'
"Hisss... Breeding slave... high rank..."
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