Where the Current Carried Her

It was a dim place… a dark space where only the faintest trickle of sunlight reached.

Chilly, damp, the sort of space that bred revulsion and dread in anyone who lingered there for long.

The walls of that cylindrical, tunnel-shaped void were braced with fitted stone, and the floor, the bottom of the cylinder, carried a steady current of water.

What the water swept along were the discards washed down from above, from the world overhead.

Filthy water, scraps of food, small refuse, the corpses of insects and rats. Those sorts of things were carried away by the current.

The sewer.

A drainage system devised by the [Hero] summoned from another world.

Rather than letting the dirty water from cooking and cleaning in each home be tipped straight into the soil, it gathered the wastewater from every household into a single place.

The far end of the sewer was a reservoir. Because dumping the filth straight into a river would ruin nature, the wastewater was collected in the reservoir first, where mages cleaned it to a degree before it was released into the river.

The elves, who treasured nature, supported the [Hero]'s idea, born of his concern for the natural world, and were the first to take up the construction of sewers and reservoirs.

Once they realized how convenient it was, the next step came: running plumbing into each individual home, and expanding the royal capital's territory only as far as could be done without unduly harming nature.

And so the world above flourished, while down below the refuse only grew.

Wherever there is dazzling light, there is also dingy shadow.

The world, more often than not, works that way. Somewhere, without fail, the strain is forced to settle.

And that strain, in fact, was this very place.

The refuse, pushed along by the wastewater, would reach a certain spot and simply stop.

The sewer system, mandated to be inspected once every few months, was designed against clogging, but unforeseen circumstances could still arise.

Once the sewer was blocked, minor though the blockage might be at first, sooner or later refuse would jam this whole wide expanse, and the wastewater might back up into each household.

And yet… who could have predicted this?

The place where the refuse had stopped.

Beyond it, the stone walls that should have framed the sewer no longer existed; instead they were coated in a hideous… a sickening mucus.

It was not rotting waste, nor moss of any kind.

That viscous something, hanging down from the ceiling, drew threads as it dripped, and sent up a splash as it struck the water pooled at the sewer's bed.

The place was already unsanitary by any measure, but anyone who laid eyes on this scene would surely have vomited.

So hideous a sight… and the stench it gave off was nearly maddening.

The cause was the refuse, stalled in its flow because the mucus had clogged it.

What ought to have flowed onward to the reservoir at once and been purified by magic had instead been left to sit in the sewer for days, and even though the sun never reached it, it had begun to rot.

But that amount, in the end, was very little.

Even allowing for several days' worth, the volume of refuse here was far too small for a place that took in the filth of the entire royal capital.

The cause, again, was the mucus coating the sewer walls.

Slime.

The Black Ooze: the same one that had tormented Leticia and her circle, and that Fiana and the others had supposedly slain.

The thing that had emerged from the wombs of the elven knightesses whom that Black Ooze had impregnated.

The slime, which only a few days earlier had been able to manage no more than holding the gray-haired maid Tiana alone, had within mere days obtained a mass that outstripped even the Black Ooze of the abandoned mine, growing enormous.

That was the result of absorbing, leaving nothing behind, the filth that the people of the royal capital cast off.

The slime, born from two women of the royal capital, Fiana and Alfira, had taken in a small measure of their knowledge.

But that knowledge was, in truth, only a faint sliver.

That there was a race called the elves, that this place was called the royal capital, that it lay far from the abandoned mine where its parent the Black Ooze dwelt.

And, among even that faint store of knowledge, the most crucial wisdom of all. It had not been able to acquire even a tenth of the royal capital's map or the layout of the royal castle, but it had managed to learn that the sewers existed.

The mutated slime that turned everything it absorbed into its own mass.

The abilities the Black Ooze possessed had been inherited by this slime as well, and now it was absorbing the impurities that the hundreds, the thousands of people living in the royal capital cast off every day.

Impurities are unneeded things. The things people throw away in the course of living.

What humans cast off was now tormenting humans. Perhaps that was a kind of karma.

At present, it had only choked off one corner of the sewers, but even that was the result of growth across only a few days.

Left as it was, in a week, in a month… before long it would surely grow large enough to cover the entire royal capital.

That was how much. Day after day, the impurities and discards people threw away, the trash, amounted to that vast a quantity.

Of course, no one approached.

It was an unsanitary space. The last inspection of the sewer's condition had been a few weeks earlier. A full month had likely not yet passed.

And in that sewer, the voices of people echoed.

Not from the sunlit ground where folk walked. From within the darkness, dyed faintly blue by the slim light slipping in through the openings spaced evenly along the ceiling, the openings that connected to the sunless world above.

As though drawing one in toward that darkness, voices… small voices, reverberated.

The voices were feeble, the sort that would vanish without trace if mingled into the bustle of a crowd.

Voices so small that, even with the lid (the manhole) between aboveground and below pried open, one would have to strain to hear them.

The owners of the voices.

In a corner of that stench-thick sewer, the bewitching panting of a woman echoed.

That corner was hemmed in by mucus, set apart from the stench, and a lewd air seemed to drift about it instead.

The space was chilly, yet sweat beaded on bare exposed skin, glistening bewitchingly within the blue gloom.

The bodies swayed with motion, proof that they yet lived.

There were several voices.

Not just one.

And yet every one of them… was a woman's voice. No man's voice was among them.

The women, the owners of those voices, raised them desperately, panting until their throats nearly gave out.

And it was deliberate — to anyone who knew her in her ordinary days, it stood in direct opposition to the cold, intellectual, emotionless expression she always wore.

Mouth thrown open wide, voice raised, leaking cries of pleasure.

Her expression had melted as if she were delirious with fever, and drool trailed from the corner of her open mouth.

The maid's uniform she wore was tattered, ripped through in places. It heightened the masochistic sense all the more, and seemed to deepen the despair felt by the woman… by Tiana.

Submerged from head to toe in the half-translucent mucus that blocked the sewer's flow, and even so, the part that ought to have been guarded most, the private place covered by stockings and black underwear, was spread wide, and through the mucus one could glimpse it swallowing something invisible.

With each panting breath, the entrance of her vagina opened and shut faintly, and one could see all the way deep within, close enough through the mucus that, had one peered closely, one could even have made out her cervix.

Only from the neck up did she emerge from the mass of mucus.

Sweat, glossier than the mucus, beaded along the slender white line of her throat as it contorted in agony and slackened again, over and over.

And near Tiana, there were several other figures… women, too.

Like Tiana, they were posed as if crucified to the wall, their arms spread wide, their legs splayed apart like a flipped-over frog's, and with their tattered clothing and underwear still on, their vaginal openings clamped shut.

Their clothing varied.

One woman was dressed in the kind of skin-baring outfit one might see in a castle-town tavern, another in the gauzy, glittering dress of a noble, another in everyday tunic and skirt.

"U, a… … — a — a… …"

Among them, only Tiana still had any spark of life.

She had not yet abandoned hope, and was raising her voice in the prayer that someone might notice.

And only while the light was reaching down… she raised her voice during the daytime, distinguishable even in the dim sewer.

At night, she stilled her voice as much as she could to save her throat, and during the day she let out panting cries like screams.

That was the only thing she could still do.

The slime's mucus was fearsomely tenacious, and a woman's slender arms could not tear it.

That held true even for Tiana, used though she was to fighting. No, even the arms of a battle-hardened man could not have torn it.

Of course, the women who had been carried off after Tiana could not possibly have escaped once bound.

At first, they had all raised their voices together, but the voices never reached the people walking on the ground overhead.

By now, every one of them but Tiana had given up.

Of course they had. He was no longer visible, but a few days earlier a man had been devoured by this mucus.

Like Tiana and the others, he had been bound inside the slime's belly, and then, little by little, slowly digested, until he died.

His clothing dissolved, his skin dissolved, his muscle dissolved, his bones dissolved, and he died.

There had been no scream.

With his face engulfed in mucus he could not breathe, and he died without ever being able to make one.

Drifting, swallowed up into the sea of mucus, swaying as he went, he died without a sound.

The man's one mercy was that he had been able to die without watching his own form melt away.

But for the women here, the sight had been more than enough to fill them with the terror and despair that they themselves might die that way the very next moment, and to strip them of any hope of survival.

Inescapable. Their bodies were thoroughly submerged in the slime's mucus.

Should the slime so wish, it could melt them. That alone was more than enough fear to drive the truth home.

The voices that had cried out for help had vanished, leaving only the panting cries, and by now they had been reduced to merely repeating feeble breaths.

"Some, one! Hey, hey, a, no… not there, stop it!?"

Tiana, who had been crying out, threw her head back.

She had climaxed.

However unbroken her will to resist might still be, her body was a woman's. With her vagina thrust into, her clitoris toyed with, her cervix pried open and the inside of her womb lapped at, she could not help but feel pleasure.

Pleasure she had not known in all her life until now.

It was an inescapable feminine nature, a bodily instinct. The human body submits more readily to pleasure than to pain. Better to feel good than to feel pain.

The mind tries to use that to flee from reality. To run away.

Her mucus-engulfed body shuddered hugely, and her thrown-back face melted into a sweet expression.

The hair that had been pulled up was already undone, and with Tiana's spasms it slapped softly against her cheek. Even that stimulus was both ticklish and pleasant.

Her breathing turned ragged, a single strand of drool flew from her open mouth, and her eyes welled with tears for reasons other than mortification or fear.

Once it came to that, she was done for.

For days, except when she was unconscious or asleep, pleasure had been sent into her brain unceasingly, and her body had responded obediently; in the mucus, her hips moved.

She was guiding the slime's monotonous motion, which did nothing but jab at the depths of her vagina, her hips urging it to her own sweet spots.

"Sto, p — sto, p, hee… … vo, ice… vo, ice — some, one!"

She raised her voice until her throat seemed about to give out because she knew this place was a sewer, and she understood that in such an enclosed space sound would reverberate and travel far.

As long as she cried out, help would come.

That faint expectation. And it was true, in fact: even though the place where these maids were bound in the half-translucent mucus (the slime) was set apart from the entrances that linked the sewer to the world above, it was still a distance from which a voice could carry.

Because she knew that even a woman's voice could be heard above well enough, she did not smother her own panting cries.

"Nha, ahhh. Haaah! A, a-ah-ah — the, re… only there!?"

The slime, of course, could not read the maid's thoughts; it had simply captured her whole within its half-translucent body and was violating her there.

Within the half-translucent mass, the maid uniform she had earnestly buttoned up out of her dutiful nature was still on, but soaked through and clinging to her skin; the skirt floated within the mucus, exposing the underwear beneath that ought to have remained hidden.

A pair of black panties whose fabric covered the barest minimum of skin, and black stockings that emphasized her beautiful legs all the more.

The panties were the type tied with a string at each side, shaped exactly like the kind a courtesan might wear to draw a man's gaze, and they had been the buttoned-up maid's quiet indulgence.

The thin fabric of the panties could not even hide her pubic hair, which showed through; the underwear, soaked in slime mucus, clung tightly to her bountifully ripened buttocks.

By contrast with those bountiful buttocks, the meager shape of her modest chest was made all the more apparent by the wet clothing plastered to her.

And yet even with the blouse clinging to her skin and the underwear beneath, the silhouettes of her stiffened, taut nipples could be plainly seen.

Lower body laid bare, body smeared all over with filthy mucus, restrained as though seated in a chair within the slime, Tiana turned her face up to the air. She had climaxed again.

Tiana herself was aware that, gradually, the interval was growing shorter.

(No, more… no, no — again)

Her vagina, made sensitive from climax, was rubbed without pause, and she climaxed again. Over and over.

The slime, which felt no fatigue, tormented Tiana ceaselessly.

Her panting voice grew strained, and the strength bled out of it. Compared with earlier in the day, the voice that ought to have echoed in the dark sewer had grown very small.

The ash-gray hair that had been gathered up with a barrette was plastered to her cheeks, her expression flushed in intoxication with the pleasure, and both her eyes and her cheeks were wet with tears.

Her breath fluttered, her mouth, unable to close, was smeared with drool, and the way her tongue darted out from inside to wet her lips had a lush eroticism that not even the cheapest streetwalker possessed.

"Ha, a… … haa —"

By Tiana's sense, several days had passed since she was carried off into this sewer. In reality, perhaps far longer.

There were times when she was unconscious; she could not know the exact span.

Whenever she managed to look around her, the women other than herself were already slumped forward, as if having lost consciousness.

Resistance was useless. Help would not come.

Even without seeing their faces, she could sense that despair on them.

Only…

(Again…)

The slime's movements had grown monotonous, and on the face of the cold maid, whose usual expression was the iron mask she wore, the woman others believed had no emotions, pure dread now showed plainly.

She turned her gaze downward and saw her own body engulfed within the slime.

That, too, was surely terror. Surely it was dreadful. A situation in which one might be expected to wail in despair.

But the fear Tiana felt was of something else.

Nothing out of the ordinary. She had awakened, steadied herself, and seen the same sight again and again.

Even though she had been taken into the slime, there was no particular abnormality on her body.

This slime could melt people, and yet, with Tiana and the other women, it had not melted so much as their clothing; it only jabbed at their vaginas, loosened their wombs, and gave them pleasure.

But, even so.

The fear in her eyes was wholly of something else.

The unmistakable flow she sensed within the slime's half-translucent body. The place that flow was aiming for, she stared at fixedly.

It was the nipples. The clitoris.

She bit down hard on her back teeth as the sense of that flow drew near the three points so stiffened, so taut that they could be seen clearly even through her clothing and through her panties.

She felt no hesitation in raising her voice. She felt shame at being seen in this state, but rescue came first. That much shame, she could easily cast aside.

But —

"Nhuu"

A panting cry slipped through her clenched teeth.

She realized, and at the same time saw, that within the mucus, her own nipples were being pinched hard. Because the mucus was half-translucent, she could see how her own body was being played with inside it.

The small right protrusion risen on her once-white clothing was pressed inward through the fabric.

The left protrusion, by contrast, was stretched out and tugged on, as if pinched with a finger. Then it was reversed. The right protrusion that had been pushed in was pulled, and the left protrusion that had been pulled was pushed in.

Next, when she thought they would be pulled in symmetrical fashion, the slime kneaded her sparsely fleshed breasts and all, the way a child might play with a toy.

After playing with her nipples to the point of pain, it gently massaged the modest swell of her breasts together with her clothing, and after a while, handled her roughly again.

"Fu, kuu — a, aah"

(Again, like this… like thisss)

Her body was being toyed with however the slime pleased.

Whether the man had been drunk, whether money had been heaped before her, no matter how handsome his face, no matter how high the rank he flaunted, no one had ever handled Tiana this freely. For her, being toyed with by a slime, a monster, was unbearable.

But no matter how nearly her head boiled with rage, her bound arms would not move. Her legs, spread wide as if seated in a chair, would not move either; there was nothing she could do.

"Some, one — someone… some, one!!"

As though in token resistance, instead of a panting cry the call for help came spilling from her lips.

She flung drool, tossed the mucus-clumped hair about her head, and screamed loudly enough to forget her pleasure, loudly enough to feel pain.

But her voice vanished into the darkness of the sewer, trampled by the bustle of the world above.

"Ahyuh!? I, no, aah"

The throat that had loosed a sweet, transparent scream contorted.

The mucus that had been playing with her chest stayed where it was, and a new presence approached. She felt it drawing near her lower body.

Tiana could not see her own lower body. The skirt of the maid uniform, spread out within the mucus, blocked her view.

But she knew from the gross feel of the wet cloth that she was still properly in her underwear, and from her body's mounting heat she dimly understood the state her private parts were in.

A clitoris hardened and stiff, and a private part swallowing, though she could not see it, something unmistakably rigid. Plastered to it, the thin black fabric of her panties. How filthy a lewdness such a situation must be.

A situation that would make any man swallow his spit —

"Hii!?"

The maid who had been confident she would not shift her expression even when surrounded by several men gave a contorted scream.

Through the underwear, her clitoris had been pinched, handled in the same way as her nipples had been.

The thing, so swollen it could be felt even through the panties, was pinched, rolled, pressed in, kneaded. The stimulus on the clitoris, that gathering of nerves, was instant: her clenched mouth opened wide, and just as it had earlier, her face turned up toward the sewer's ceiling.

"Hyaah!? No, stop — not that, no, no, no!?"

Her body, caught in the mucus, would not move. It trembled faintly within, but only that.

Above, though, the opposite was true. The part above her neck, which had not been captured, in contrast to the rest of her stationary body kept moving restlessly.

Her face had been turned to the ceiling; the next moment, it tilted forward and shook from side to side like a child saying "no, no," her tangled hair slapping her cheeks.

Yet the mucus's onslaught did not let up; as it stroked at her breast and clitoris, her face turned to the ceiling again, and after a while shook side to side once more.

Tears poured from her eyes; drool spilled from her panting mouth; breathing only through her mouth seemed about to leave her short of air, but if she breathed through her nose, snot ran out unflatteringly.

Bitterly aware of how unsightly — how filthy a state she was in, she let out a particularly large panting cry and then sagged forward, spent.

Her hair hid her expression; Tiana's face could not be seen from the front.

But the hidden expression… was pained, was suffering, and yet the light had not yet gone out of her eyes. The possibility that she might be saved. Because she understood it.

The slime, however, as though to say that none of Tiana's feelings concerned it, moved on to the next assault.

Like its parent the Black Ooze, this slime, too, had only the thought of reproduction in it.

Give the woman pleasure, violate her, make her bear children.

That, and that alone.

"Haa… … haa, haa"

While her breath grew ragged, Tiana had not yet noticed.

Because —

"Ku"

With a body that had no strength left, she poured all her effort into her unmoving arms.

Within the mucus, her fists clenched. At the same time, deep behind her, at her anus, a stimulus.

At first soft, like a lick, and then a poking stimulus, and then a slow tracing, as though counting the folds of her anus one by one.

"U, a —"

"Hi, ya… no, not there!"

The women around her began to scream, one after another.

Like Tiana, they had begun to be stimulated in that unholy hole… the place which, whether man or woman, in normal life is never touched by anyone but oneself, not even by family.

"Again, there — not there, please!"

Their voices had no strength. From the eyes they were squeezing shut to hold it in, fresh tears spilled.

That was true even of Tiana, who in spirit had not yet given up. No, because she had not given up, the revulsion, the shame, the suffering she felt were all the more intense.

It was not bodily. It was psychic pain.

Even though she endured, refraining from sobbing like a virgin girl at an act that strayed from common sexual practice… her mind could not bear stimulation of her anus.

She clenched her fists, ground her teeth, and squeezed her anus tight.

It feels like being licked by a tongue, Tiana thought. A soft, lukewarm tongue, licking her anus, her rear hole, her hole of excretion, again and again and again.

Confirming each fold, as if counting them, slowly and surely it licked her.

As though every corner of this woman called Tiana, every last part of her body, were being inspected… she fought hard to deny the thought that bordered on delusion.

"No more, please, not there"

From the woman who had worn the iron mask, a feeble voice slipped out. The substance that ought to have been mucus had solidified at just that one spot, like jelly, and stimulated her anus.

And at the same time, the stimulation on her nipples and clitoris had stopped.

The slime had understood that Tiana's and the others' bodies were already loosened by pleasure and ready to bear children.

But for Tiana, perhaps stimulation on her nipples and clitoris had been the better of two evils, because at least it let her tell herself "this is proper sexual pleasure I'm feeling."

Endlessly stimulated at her anus — and, much as she did not want to admit it, finding pleasure there.

No matter how she steadied her heart, how she denied it, after minutes, tens of minutes, hours of having her rear hole stimulated, like it or not she came to feel a sense of release.

The anus she had kept tightly shut began to twitch slightly, and then gradually slackened.

And then, kopo, a small bubble rose in the mucus. Air leaking from her gut — flatus.

She was forced to break wind, and in the mucus it became bubbles.

She had not entirely lost the strength in her anus, so each bubble was small, and there were many.

"No, nooo… … "

The wish that she had been saved before things came to this welled up in her chest.

Her buttocks, wrapped in their black panties, shifted ever so slightly within the mucus.

Though she knew that this much would not let her escape, the way her hips swayed looked not like fleeing the stimulation of her anus, but rather like a female enticing a male, a fact Tiana herself did not realize.

That faint resistance through the slight stir of her hips did not last long, either.

"Ku, uu"

Her anus was forced open. She had been subjected to this rear-orifice torture so many times she had lost count. Each time, by tightening her anus and clenching her teeth, she had been able to tell:

Her rear hole had nearly lost what little strength it had left to close.

"U, ua… …"

At last, a sob spilled from Tiana's mouth.

With her panties still on, her anus was spread open, and the mucus entered.

Lukewarm. Soft but firmly elastic, it entered without injuring her anus, then spread out, soaking as if into her intestinal walls.

"No… … it's, gross"

Voicing her impression as she heaved with sobs, weeping until not only tears but also snot ran free, Tiana sobbed and sobbed. For a while, quiet returned to the dark of the sewer.

There was no panting cry, no call for help, no scream.

Only a small… truly small, sobbing voice carried.

After spreading into her intestines for a while, the slime solidified and began an insertion that mixed rotary motion and vibration.

"A"

Unexpectedly, what slipped from her mouth as her anus was stimulated this way was an honest voice expressing pleasure.

(Don't, no — again, again, this!)

"Ah… … a, aah… … no, uun"

Her head rejected it, but her mouth honestly let out a sweet voice.

Tiana was afraid of the state she was in, of being able to accept the pleasure so plainly, so she denied the rear-orifice torture in her mind.

That was an ability this slime had acquired when it had first violated Tiana. By absorbing tranquilizing medicine, it had obtained the ability to produce a fluid with the same effect.

The compound, taken in directly through her anus, through her rectum, forcibly calmed Tiana's and the other host bodies' minds, and in large quantity brought on a state much like inebriation.

No matter how she steadied her heart, no matter how firmly she set her will, she could not bear it.

The will to resist, the fear, all of it was forgotten. She accepted the pleasure honestly, she panted, and then… she behaved as the slime wished.

Once it came to that, a haze settled over her mind, and her mouth gave out cries of pleasure on its own.

"Aaah, n… … the, there… … thereeee… …"

(No, don't — don't, don't, stop… …)

Her own consciousness was thinning.

Her body was rejecting her self.

At the strangeness of her own body no longer being her own, fresh tears spilled, and the volume of drool from her mouth increased. The feel of it disgusted her, and when she licked her lips with her tongue, she turned a vacant gaze ahead.

"E, e… … eii, a, aah… …"

At the center of the panties that clung snugly to her round buttocks, a protrusion bulged as if she had soiled herself, and then disappeared.

A tentacle violating her anus.

With her panties still on, while her anus was violated, Tiana let out sweet breaths and occasionally shuddered with her head.

Her body was still bound as ever, so the only thing she could express her pleasure through was her head.

The cold gaze had wholly vanished, and her fever-flushed eyes blinked again and again, holding their heat as if to entice a man, as if to seek a male.

"Aa… … a, a… …"

By now, not even meaningful words slipped from her mouth.

Feeling that the host body's resistance had vanished entirely, the slime moved on to its next action.

The thing that had been thrust into her vagina with her panties still on (the part overflowing with the love juice that pleasure had drawn forth, distinct from the slime's mucus, the part that kept opening and closing) resumed its motion.

Like the one violating her anus, it was a tentacle made of the slime's mucus.

And, meeting no resistance whatsoever, it began to ravage the inside of her vagina.

"N —"

A pained voice rose from Tiana at the pressure of the tentacle moving through that place, fever-moist and unfurled.

But only that. There was no resistance.

Her vagina clamped tightly around the entered tentacle, but the slime, knowing from its parent the Black Ooze's knowledge that this was a normal reaction of a woman's body, did not particularly think anything of it, and went on advancing toward the deepest part of the vagina.

Separated only by a thin wall of flesh, two mucus tentacles thrust into the alternating flesh holes and gouged at them, fiercely stimulating the female core.

And only at that stage did the mucus body that engulfed Tiana's whole frame again begin to vibrate.

The motion of being kneaded at her chest, played with at her nipples, toyed with at her clitoris.

"Hyaa!?"

Tiana, startled by the sudden resumption, let out a cute scream not in keeping with her usual self.

"Su, suddenly!?"

She protested in a voice that grew childishly slurred, but the slime would not understand her words. And even if it could, it would not loosen its assault.

The slime's instinct lay further along the pleasure.

Its goal was to dissolve the female body not with corrosive fluid but with pleasure, to bring moisture to the womb, and to make her bear children.

The nipples raised under her blouse, the erected clitoris peeled bare of its sheath by stimulation, her rear hole, her vaginal entrance.

All the points that were the greatest weaknesses of the female body were stimulated endlessly, and Tiana raised a screaming cry that was almost an erotic moan.

Multicolored sparks scattered behind her eyelids, and her consciousness scattered with them. The moment she felt a release as if her body had risen up into the air, the next thing she felt was the disgusting sensation that engulfed her whole body.

And yet… somewhere in her heart she felt a pleasant peace, and spasmed again.

Whether or not Tiana reached climax, the stimulus on the female body's weaknesses continued.

Over and over, over and over.

"Stop, please stop!? Please, stop!!"

That voice would not reach. Not the slime, not anyone.

It echoed within the sewer, vanishing into the dark. The unheard scream vanished and echoed again, and vanished again.

"Fua, haa — aaaaaaahhh!?"

Her head spasmed with morbid violence, and not only drool but foam flew from the corner of her mouth.

Even then, the assault did not slacken, and the tentacle, hardened to a fingerlike shape within the mucus body, touched a hole different from both her vulva and her anus, a small hole just above the vulva.

"Hii!?"

(There, not… no, not there!?)

In her mind, Tiana cried out at the stimulation to the third hole, the urethra, that all women of the world know to be different. To the slime, anything that could give pleasure was fair game. It did not matter if the hole was unclean, a hole exclusively for excretion.

If pleasure could be drawn from it, anywhere would be stimulated.

To the slime, it did not matter what hole it was; if it was an erogenous zone, it would attack it.

"Hyaaa!?"

At first it was the thickness of an index finger. Then a pinky finger. Even then it could not enter that hole, so the tentacle thinned out like a thread, and at last invaded her urethra.

Tiana, who had been in a hazy state, screamed and put strength into her lower body.

And as she did, like it or not, she strongly felt the tentacles inside her vagina and inside her anus, and then she strongly felt the tentacle inside her urethra as well.

"So, so — ooo!"

(Stop it, stop it stop it stop it —)

"The, the reee… … the pee, pee holeee"

(Please, stoooop… …)

Her mouth and her thoughts were not in agreement. Tiana could no longer tell which was her true self, which was the right one. As she lost track of what she was saying or what she was thinking, with a last gesture of resistance she put strength into her lower body, and as if in answer, the tentacle inside her vagina pushed deeper still.

"Fugii!?"

With a scream like that of a livestock animal, she opened her eyes wide and turned her face to the ceiling.

The tentacle had jabbed hard at the entrance of her womb.

"Wh, whyyyy… …"

(Whyyy)

Her womb was descending.

At that response, as if her body were begging for what lay beyond, her voice and her thoughts aligned. The voice spilling from her mouth sank low. Her thoughts threatened to be stained by despair.

Her body was showing the reaction of seeking a male's seed. Beyond her will and beyond her mouth, her body was submitting to the slime, to a mere slime.

(Noo… … noooo… …)

"Higuu!?"

Her face dyed all over with despair, Tiana sniffled back her snot and choked.

She had killed many people. With her near-expressionless iron mask, she had been feared by those around her. The pathetic reaction such a woman now showed — the slime ignored it, unconcerned, and mercilessly thrust up into the cervix that had come down to meet it.

"Ua, ah, ah — stop, not there… … not my butt, not the pee hole either!!"

Screaming the sort of scream any ordinary woman might give, the kind the women freshly brought into the sewer used to give, the former assassin maid shook her head fiercely.

"Let, go! Let me go — let me gooo!"

With all the rancor she could summon, Tiana glared at the slime.

She did not know what good it would do, but it was her utmost resistance.

She thrashed the part above her neck with even greater fury than before, raised her voice, and glared at the slime.

If she did not, her heart felt as if it would break.

She might admit that it felt good.

She did not want that to happen, and that was all, and from that single thought Tiana thrashed her body.

But unmoved by Tiana's resistance, with a chuku, chuku-chuku… the mucus persistently entered her vagina and rear hole and stimulated them.

The sound did not reach her by way of her ears but echoed from inside her body, and helpless against it, Tiana raised her voice even louder to drown it out.

But no matter how she denied it with her mouth, her body, which had come to know the sensation of being violated, responded honestly, dripping love juice from her vagina and intestinal fluid from her rear hole, delighting the slime.

"Ku, hyuu! This — to a monster like this!?"

The mucus tentacles' motion grew livelier.

Tiana was clearly feeling it, with mortification mixed into her panting cries, and above all, her love juice, her intestinal fluid, and her sweat all increased in volume.

That, too, was the slime's food.

More food meant livelier movement; livelier movement meant proportionally more food.

Tiana had not noticed the worst of cycles.

She thought she was bearing up against it desperately, but her body had already been defeated.

Perhaps it was not that she had not noticed, but that she did not want to notice.

"Gu, hii —"

The amount of mucus tentacle entering her rear hole, whose grip had loosened, suddenly increased.

Where moments before her rear hole had been spread to about the thickness of a thumb, it now widened enough that three fingers could easily have entered.

Tiana drew in a sharp breath at the pressure, her breathing stopping for an instant.

Her wide-open eyes looked up at the ceiling, and the slime's mucus coating the whole ceiling filled her vision.

Though caught in the prison of mucus, she thought she heard the sound of her sphincter being forced open.

That, too, was the scream of her body echoing within her.

And at the same time, Tiana felt a pleasure so strong it was as if the area below her waist were melting.

As time passed, her body kept changing.

At first she had needed time to climax because of her revulsion, but now even being stimulated at the entrance, never mind the deepest part of her vagina, brought a sweet aching; even being licked at her rear hole made it open and close faintly.

"Sto, nhi — nnu — pull it out, this… … pull it ouut!"

Only her shoulders and above, free of the mucus prison, twitched and trembled, and Tiana let a meek scream slip from her mouth.

As if responding to that voice, the tentacle continued its sluggish, slow stroking motion.

"Gu, hyu — hi, aa… …"

That slow, languid motion was the one Tiana could not bear.

She could vividly feel the thickness of the tentacles inside her vagina and rear hole, and the way they moved.

Where they were just now, how they would move next.

She found herself thinking it. In her mind she imagined the tentacles' motion. And above all — she found herself anticipating how they would move.

That kind of miserable, weak self, she did not want to admit it.

As if scraping at the vaginal mucosa, over the course of several seconds the tentacle would run from the entrance of her vagina all the way to her cervix.

"Fuaa… … a"

Her sphincter had stretched and stretched, and her anus, without a single fold left, opened so wide her intestinal mucosa could be glimpsed as it swallowed the mucus tentacle.

A sweet voice slipped from her.

Not a scream, but a sweet, sweet voice melted with pleasure.

Taking its time, the tentacle entered from the entrance to deep within, and then took several seconds again being drawn out.

Even as it was being drawn out, she felt how her vagina and rectum repeatedly contracted around it, as if trying to hold it back from leaving the entrance.

"Agu — nn-nfuu!"

At the persistent double-hole torment, Tiana shook her head back and forth as if broken.

(Gross, gross — gross, gross, gross)

In her mind, she repeated it again and again. She told it to herself.

It does not feel good. It is gross.

She repeated that, and only that.

Her sweat-damp neck floated lewdly in the dark, stoking lust.

"Aa, nhaaan!!"

With a sudden start, her head was flung back hard.

After freezing her body for a few seconds, she began a spasm different from the ones before.

"Igi — hyu, hihaa… …"

Tiana, with the sensation that her lower body was being melted away, was reaching climax.

The "it's gross" she had been repeating in her mind was washed away in white light, replaced wholly by "it feels good."

She could not believe she had been made to climax.

She did not want to believe it.

With shallow, short breaths, against her will, tears spilled from her eyes. The large droplets ran down her cheeks… and even those were licked away by the slime's tentacles, devoured.

"Aaah"

Her skin had grown so sensitive that even being licked on the cheek felt good.

That alone made her let a sweet voice slip.

"This is… … I'm, being, by a slime, of all things… … by a mere slime"

She put what bravado she could into the words, but the body that had been subjected to repeated violation was defenseless against pleasure.

"Gu, hiii!?"

The slime that had been inside her vagina and rectum resumed its activity.

It does not end. It will not end.

Not at just this much.

Inside the murky cage of slime, a single thread of white rose upward.

"Da, mn — let, me go… … let me go!"

In a broken voice she said it, but the slime did not respond to Tiana's voice.

What was rising was semen. Monster semen. Seed to make her bear young.

The cursed seed that had been planted in her over and over again during these past days.

Although it had already been shot into Tiana's womb dozens of times by now, the amount it released was astonishing.

In a single shot it would release what one would think several times what an adult man could ejaculate, filling her womb, and even then, as if that were not enough, would shoot in enough that Tiana's tight stomach swelled slightly.

That sensation was repulsive, and Tiana put strength into her hips to block at least that one thing, trying to close the entrance of her vagina.

"Nhii!"

But perhaps taking that as resistance, the mucus that had entered her anus, not her vagina, grew wild.

The strength she had put into closing her vagina rebounded on her, and feeling that sensation strongly, she let out an absurd cry.

The intense feeling, as if her buttocks were about to dissolve.

In an instant her will to resist scattered, and the strength left her lower body.

And while the pleasure from her rear hole sent her consciousness flying, beyond Tiana's vision the slime's semen was being driven into her vagina.

"A — a, aaaaah"

That came at once.

The moment the tip of the tentacle entered the interior of her womb, the dreadful, far-too-often-repeated sensation of defilement in the most sacred place within a woman's body washed over her, and without meaning to she let out a scream.

(Again! Again — again it's coming out!! Semen, it's being poured in!!)

"Stop, hi, ii. Pull out, pull it ouut!!"

She put strength into her limbs and tried to keep her womb from being reached, but resistance of that order could not affect mucus, a liquid restraint.

On the contrary, even as it poured semen into her womb, the tentacle pulsed strongly within her vagina, sending pleasure into Tiana.

And then the tentacle that had been inserted from her anus into her intestine was yanked out vigorously.

It was a different tentacle from the first, one with violent ridges and bumps.

It stimulated her anal sphincter, and at each retreat the gupo-gupo sound led the air pooled within her intestine out. The pleasure of having her sphincter widened and the shame of being forced to flatulate nearly drove her mind apart.

"Hiiiiiiiii! Stop, sto-pp!"

Without shame or care for the world, Tiana screamed.

Within the mucus cage, the wind she let out floated up as bubbles. The pseudo-excretion brought with it shame and yet also a sense of release, briefly wiping out the resistance and hope within Tiana.

The sensation of her mind going blank.

The climaxes she had tasted bound here over and over were now ticking off second by second.

Climax, catch breath, climax again.

But now it was climax, climax, climax. Over and over.

Her great panting cries did not reach the world above, and her breathing was so rough that her heart was pulsing fiercely, as if it might burst.

She felt herself going faint.

She would lose consciousness.

Whether or not the slime understood that this was the step before that, was unclear, but because Tiana was strong-willed, she was unable to lose consciousness, and was made to taste climax over and over.

Climaxes that were not transient were like agony; over and over and over, Tiana let her head and shoulders, the only parts in contact with air, spasm, with tears from her eyes, snot from her nose, and drool from her mouth running unchecked.

She could no longer help it through her own will.

Even as she reflexively tried to clamp her anus shut, it was wrenched open by the heavily ridged tentacle, and a volume of semen unimaginable from any ordinary adult man was being poured directly into her womb; her cervix, the upper inner wall of her vagina, and other weak points within her vagina, as well as the spot where the most nerves are concentrated in the female body, her clitoris, were all assaulted at the same time.

A monster's congress, which no human could imitate, easily swept Tiana's reason away.

(It's, being shot… still, coming out… …)

With eyes wet with tears of rapture, she turned her gaze toward her lower body.

The semen being poured in was being received, and since reverse flow was not allowed, Tiana's lower abdomen looked slightly distended.

That much was being poured in, and yet even now the semen did not let up.

A situation in which one ought ordinarily to feel pressure or agony.

Yet, having been exposed to such a state so many times, Tiana's body accepted it.

She felt a faint sense of incongruity, but it was not severe enough to call pressure, and there was no agony.

A great revulsion, and a pleasure greater than that.

However much Tiana herself denied it, Tiana's body was feeling pleasure in this state.

That was the reality.

That cannot be, she thought, desperately tossing her hair and thrashing, trying to ignore the pleasure.

But the more she thrashed in defiance, as if to deny her any escape, the mucus tentacles only assaulted her vagina and rear hole harder still, so she could not flee through pleasure.

That meant that the stronger Tiana's spirit of resistance, the greater the pleasure given to her.

Until a few days ago she had been cool, cold, expressionless, but now the maid's thinking had been dulled to the point where she could no longer see such a simple thing.

(I don't want to come, I don't want to come! But, but — it's being shot, it's coming out, semen… it's being shot inside meee)

In her head, only the thought of being ejaculated into remained.

Revulsion, the will to resist, all of it began to fade.

Tiana's body arched hard once again.

"Fuaah!? No, ra… … hi-aaaaaaah!!"

With a roll, her eyes went white.

Her will was swallowed in an instant by the white light, and the existence called Tiana faded into mist.

"Inside, coming… no, more… … forgib meeee"

Without meaning to. Having lost consciousness, she had come to plead for mercy.

To a monster she ought to have abhorred. To the weakest of all things, a slime.

A slime so weak, so weak, that with a sword or a knife or magic, she could have done anything to it.

An assassin who had slaughtered enemies far more savage and merciless than any slime.

— Forgive me, she said.

Without meaning to. Precisely for that reason, without hiding her true feelings, she said it honestly.

Already enough had been pushed into her that her belly was swollen, and even so, in the midst of climax, Tiana writhed in agony as fresh semen kept being poured into her body, melting into the pleasure.

"A, haa… … n"

Her eyes still rolled back white, Tiana fainted.

Her head, which had been flailing, slumped abruptly, as if she were bowing.

Her loose hair hid her face. But for that very reason, the sight seemed to declare more eloquently than ever that she was the defeated.

But.

"N, a… … a, a, a-aa… …"

The slime began to stir at Tiana's vagina and anus again.

Tiana's state was of no concern to it.

To the slime, she was nothing more than a host body.

 

*

 

After that, time passed.

The sun, once at its zenith, slanted, and the number of people walking the main street above the sewer began to thin out.

Twilight. The hour of meeting demons.

At about that time.

"Aga! Ga, ah — hihaa!!"

Tiana was being violated.

The other women had let unconsciousness rest their bodies and minds, but Tiana alone was still being violated.

Where before her entire body had been confined within the slime's cage, now she was bound to the wall in a spreadeagle.

Her wrists, her elbows, her shoulders. Her ankles, her knees, her groin.

Every joint was bound, so she could not escape, could barely even stir.

Unable to close her legs, unable to resist, she could only rock her hips back and forth and toss her hair about.

By now those cries were less panting cries and more moans of agony.

Pleasure as a form of torture, perhaps.

"Ha, hahi, hi… … stop, nha, no more, don't pour more in… … no more, stop iiit"

The slime, without compunction, kept pouring semen into the woman's womb.

The semen the womb could not hold dripped down the slime's tentacles and legs, was absorbed back into the slime, and then sent into Tiana's belly again.

Her every wish was ignored, and as her lower abdomen swelled with the volume of semen poured into her, the mucus tentacles, with their disgusting guchu-guchu sounds, ravaged Tiana's vagina.

"Uah, yaa, yaa —"

With a sharp jolt, Tiana lurched.

A whisper of good feeling. What her brain felt was an agony close to suffering.

"Gross," "endure," "I'll escape no matter what." Even thoughts like that had long since left her head.

Even when she lost consciousness, she was beaten awake again by pleasure, and was given no time to rest.

Her spirit wore down.

Her thinking dulled.

Her will faded.

(I'm, scared — scared, scared, scared)

The person called Tiana was fading. Was being washed away. Was being crushed.

She was disappearing.

This was not a metaphor: if this kept on, she felt to the very core of her heart that she herself would vanish.

"No more, stop, please — noooo"

It would not let her rest.

It would not stop.

Even as Tiana pled, the tentacles fiercely gouged at her vagina, and spread mucus into her intestines too.

Not semen.

A reeking, decomposed fluid that suffused the space.

Feeling the viscous, sickening sensation in her intestines, Tiana wept torrents.

There was no longer any trace of the cool maid in that picture.

(W, when — when, when on earth will this stop!?)

Her body twitched in violent spasm. Morbidly violent, beyond even ordinary breathing.

I'll die.

I'll be killed.

She thought it.

Her thoughts seared in white light, but that one thing alone burned clear in her head.

She would be killed by orgasms.

"Ha, ha, hahi, hii —"

Her throat seized. She could not breathe.

She could not even let out a scream of suffering, and instead

"A — aaaahhh — A —!!"

let out a wordless, beast-like cry.

The endlessly repeated violation continued. They gouged at her vagina, drilled her womb, dug at her rear hole.

They kneaded her meager breasts together as if to push them up, twisted her pointed nipples, licked all over her body.

As it drank down even a single drop of her sweat, Tiana spasmed greatly again.

It would never end, however long it went. It would continue forever. Tiana truly, from the bottom of her heart, thought it.

She had come to think it.

(When, when, until when must I bear it — when — will it give up!?)

Spasming. Climaxing. Thoughts staining white.

By now in her head was only the thought of when it would give up. The wish for help, the will to endure, were entirely gone.

What could she do to make it give up. To be forgiven. To be allowed to end.

Only that occupied her head.

Drooling profusely, hair flying, sweat flicking off her body, Tiana, panting and saying only "forgive me," kept letting the begging voice slip from her again and again.

"Forgib me, forgibe meee!!"

Weeping like a child, Tiana asked forgiveness.

The tentacles gouged at Tiana, varying their pace. At her flesh, at her spirit, at her thought.

The vagina slowly, the anus fiercely.

And then the vagina fiercely, the anus slowly, as if checking the closure of the sphincter.

So that Tiana's body would not adapt to stimulation, would not fall into a pattern, the slime tested how, with this body called Tiana, a woman would most strongly feel.

The one being tested was unable to bear it.

Her tongue would not move properly; it felt paralyzed and numb.

"I'b sorry, I'b sorry, I'b sorrrryyy!!"

She did not know.

What she was saying. What she was apologizing for. Why she was apologizing.

She did not know.

Tiana had lost even the thought to understand it, and only… she begged forgiveness of the slime.

She wanted release. She did not want to come again. She was suffering. She was afraid.

"I'b sorrrryyyy"

(It does not end… … this thing, does not eeeend)

With her womb thrust up into, Tiana's eyes rolled white again.

With each thrust her body shook violently, and white, frothy drool spilled from her mouth and ran down her chin onto her chest.

The tentacle lapped that drool away, but she no longer resisted, no longer even reacted.

"A —! Aa!! It feelsh good, gooood!!"

She did not know what to say.

She did not know what to do to be forgiven.

So Tiana chose to say what she felt.

"Itfeelsgooood, it feels gooood!!"

Her heart broke. Her will vanished.

Completely, utterly, hopelessly.

"A, hea… …"

Again, Tiana lost consciousness.

The aftertaste of climax. With her body shaking with the pleasure she had received, she sagged her face down.

 

*

 

More time passed.

The lewd sound of mucus continued, with only intermittent, thin moans echoing.

The slime was still violating the unconscious Tiana.

Even after her heart had broken, her will been crushed beneath the climax of pleasure, and even after she had voiced the pleasure aloud, the slime did not let her rest.

Thrusting up, stirring, like a child playing with a toy, as if to proclaim "this is mine," as if to show that this female body was its own, it used her as it pleased.

"N — hyea!?"

A startled cry slipped from her.

Tiana, unable to grasp the situation she was in, raised her head and —

"Ahii, zo, ma — vi, violated, still being violated!?"

Her body shuddered greatly.

It felt as if she had been struck on the head with a blunt weapon.

Her thoughts were immediately crushed under a pink mist, and she could think nothing.

"Nbu!? Ngu, ogo, oe… … ooou!?"

This time, her mouth too was sealed.

A tentacle invaded her mouth, and a nauseating decomposed fluid filled her oral cavity.

At the foul stench that passed through her nose her eyes welled with tears, and Tiana instinctively bit down on the tentacle.

It was not hard. The tentacles violating her vagina had felt hard, but this mucus had elasticity, and pushed her teeth back as she sank them in.

— She could not bite through.

With tear-welled eyes, she watched the tentacle that had invaded her oral cavity, and Tiana shed more tears in despair.

The tentacle entwined her tongue, forcibly licked her upper palate and the back of her tongue, and prodded the inside of her cheeks.

(It's being sucked!? My tongue, my saliva, all of it!? Drunk — I, can't resist)

Her vagina gouged at, her anus drilled at, at last even her lips defiled.

(No, more… … no more. Nothing, I can do. Voice, I can't make. Whatever, I do, no good… …)

She heard the sound of something snapping.

She had not unconsciously accepted pleasure.

This time, with her own will clearly intact, she had thought — "I can't."

It was the moment Tiana's heart broke, with a sound.

"Hi, gi, gi — gross… …"

Transparent juices spurted from her vagina.

Those, too, were absorbed by the slime.

"Gross, ig… … feels… … good… …"

As she squirted two, three times, Tiana made her reply.

She had been forced to learn that resistance from here on was meaningless, that she could not even endure.

"It feels good, it feels gooood!!"

In a hoarse voice she said it.

The tentacles grew yet more vigorous.

As if to scoop the semen out of her womb, they writhed violently, and Tiana's hips moved greatly back and forth, far beyond her own will.

By now, her lower body had no sensation.

She squirted continuously.

Her tears, her drool, all flowed out unchecked.

From every hole in her body, every kind of fluid ran free.

Stripped of human dignity, she was, by then, the figure of a single female animal.

"Aaah, nhaaa — aaaaaa!!"

No more words. Like a beast that had forgotten even speech, Tiana shook her body as if to gorge on pleasure.

Smearing her face wretchedly with the gluey mucus and bodily fluids, Tiana kept moaning erotically.

"Aaa, aa — itfeelsgood, itfeelsgooood!!"

From her great spasming body, sweat scattered.

From her vagina and anus, love juice and intestinal fluid dripped, revealing the moist pink mucosa.

Even though she was being violated so violently, the inside of her body was still beautiful.

As if to defile that, the slime once more shot its fluid into her body.

(En, ough… … I'll, die, I'll be killed… … I can't win)

Her vagina, along with the squirt, expelled the semen.

It fell in fat drops onto the slime, was absorbed back, and returned into Tiana again.

Over and over. It did not end. It would go on forever — yes, forever.

She understood that she would be violated for eternity. Tiana came to understand it.

(I can't, resist. I, can't win. I'm no match… … a woman like me, can't win)

Faced with the death so close to her, Tiana lost her mind.

(A, woman, being violated, is only natural)

Etched into her psyche. Into her depths.

A woman cannot win.

Against this slime. Against monsters. Against pleasure.

"Ahee… …"

I'm sorry, she said.

Tiana said it.

"It feels good, ifeels gooood… …"

And again, Tiana fainted.

Even so, the tentacles' motion did not stop. Did not stop. Did not stop.

The woman who had once been called Tiana, even unconscious, was not forgiven, and was violated on.

Her unresisting body, given pleasure forced into it without end, spasmed, and her hips rocked.

With a bushu, she squirted again.

Even after Tiana had fainted, the tentacle's motion did not stop, but kept piercing her vagina. Pressing her breasts together to knead them, working the toes of her feet, the backs of her knees, her groin, her clitoris, her armpits, her neckline.

The tentacles licked, sucked, prodded, stimulated.

Each time, the silenced Tiana's beautiful limbs went on spasming, her eyes rolling back, her unconscious body emitting feeble panting cries.

The calamity was for the women around her.

Perhaps spurred on by Tiana's lewd state, the mucus tentacles enveloping the unconscious women around her resumed their activity too.

Within the sewer, the screams and panting cries of the women echoed.

The thin and faint sounds, with several of them gathered together, became a considerable volume, and in proportion the sickening guchu-guchu sounds also grew more intense.

One, and then another.

They woke to despair at the captive reality, and shed tears.

They cried out, called for help, and as no one came… lost consciousness again.

With semen poured forcibly into their bodies, their lower abdomens swelled like Tiana's — and then.

"U, giiiii —!!"

One of the women clenched her teeth and put strength into her lower abdomen.

At the same time, the tentacle thrust into her vagina was withdrawn, and the semen that had not been able to enter her womb, along with the filthy mucus the tentacle had been coated in, dripped from her vaginal opening in a viscous string.

Her vaginal opening, which had forgotten how to close after being violated to death, gaped wide open, and no matter how much strength she put into her lower abdomen, it would not close.

Even so, she put all her strength in, her abdominal muscles faintly visible, and from her vaginal opening, still dripping foul fluid, a fluid flowed out with all the more viscous stickiness.

Because it was heavier than the mucus from before, when it fell onto the slime that covered the floor of the sewer, a becha sound echoed.

And then again, and again.

Not just once.

"Noooo — nooo!!"

Each time, the woman screamed and thrashed her body. Not only could such efforts not loosen the slime's restraints, if anything the thrashing seemed to tighten her vaginal grip, and the flow of mucus seemed to weaken.

Not taking this well, the slime fashioned a new tentacle and wound it about the woman's waist.

"No more!! A monster's child, I don't want to bear, oneee!!"

At her words, the tentacle wound around her waist tightened.

It bound her thrashing hips at once, and seemed to press on her swollen womb to help force the foul fluid out.

The foul fluid.

It looked just like the semen and slime mucus from before, but when it fell onto the slime it did not merge into it; it trembled faintly.

The slime's child. The monster born from the egg inside the female's body and brought forth.

The screams chained.

The women who had been knocked out, brought to by another's screaming, opened their eyes, and on noticing the strange changes in their own bodies, screamed all the louder.

Each woman birthed several slimes, and the slimes thus brought forth absorbed the refuse stalled by the slime overflowing the sewer, increasing their own mass.

And that, of course, did not exclude Tiana either.

"N —?"

With a faint voice, Tiana, who had been unconscious, half-opened her eyes.

The damp gray hair clinging to her cheeks tickled her, and her body, still bound, could not be freed, so the only resistance left to her was a faint stirring.

Realizing that nothing in her present situation had improved just as her consciousness sharpened, she winced at the screams echoing all around her — and noticed that her lower abdomen was distended more than it had ever been before.

"Hi!?"

Her lower abdomen moved.

Not because she had put strength into it; something within her body had moved.

At the same time, realizing that it had come for her too, she put strength into her lower abdomen as the other women did.

"Uahn!?"

Tightening her muscles made her keenly feel the motion of the tentacle still lodged in her vagina, and a sweet voice slipped from her, but she did not loosen the strength in her lower abdomen.

As if mocking that resistance, the tentacle inside her vagina was easily withdrawn, and a mixture of foul fluid and semen ran from her vaginal opening.

That sensation alone was disgusting; and the feel of that something moving in the depths of her vagina, the depths of her belly, in the very deepest part of her distended abdomen, was so revolting it threatened to drive her mad.

To keep that from spilling, Tiana put strength into her abdominal muscles, but her vagina, having been treated so violently and having always been swallowing something or other, would not close, and gaped open.

The depth of her vagina — the entrance to her womb opened, and she felt something slip out from there.

She clenched her teeth, balled her fists until her nails dug into her skin, but, unable even to manage proper resistance… Tiana gave birth to a slime.

"U… … uu… …"

A sob slipped from between her clenched teeth, and tears that would not dry ran down her cheeks.

The slime had no such intent; it was only an action to take in the woman's bodily fluids, but as if to comfort her, the tentacle licked Tiana's cheek.

Scooping up the tears, it stroked her gently as if soothing her.

Denying it, she shook her head fiercely, and the tears that kept flowing scattered in large droplets into the dark.

In that interval too, a second, a third… she dropped the largest number of slimes among the captive women of the sewer, and Tiana went limp.

Tears still flowed from her eyes, and the expression that had been cool just days ago was utterly exhausted. From the mouth that had once spoken in a cold voice, only sobbing leaked, and her lips trembled.

A feeble, utterly defiled woman.

To Tiana's slack, sloppily open vaginal opening, a new tentacle was applied.

"—, —a… …"

The same was true for the other women.

However exhausted, however despairing they might be, their role did not change.

They were host bodies, and giving birth to slimes was their work.

A vagina that had lost its grip swallowed a tentacle as thick as a child's arm without trouble, and the tentacle drove without any resistance into the very deepest part, the entrance of the womb.

"U, guu — no, aa… … no more, please… …"

Once again, semen was discharged.

That sensation alone was something even her vagina, now slackened and dulled in feeling, could still feel. And that very sensation only made her despair sink deeper.

The tears flowed. They would not stop.