The march stops at night.
It was the fifth night since we left the alien city.
Meals are prepared at an outdoor cooking area. Since I eat dog food, it doesn't matter where I eat, but Abigail and Sauvage's child can't do the same, so we head to the dining area for dinner.
The area is filled with alien soldiers.
There are both male and female soldiers, but Abigail still looks anxious, even with Sauvage's child by her side. After she pleaded with me, I've been joining them for meals since the second night. I'm going with them again today.
The Rushers don't interfere with this level of freedom. They're the ones who whip me, not my masters. The Rushers know better than to add unnecessary stress to Butcher, so they don't restrict my movements more than necessary.
During the expedition, I've mostly been inside the carriage, so eating outdoors feels refreshing.
It's been a while since I've eaten in nature, and it feels liberating and uplifting. The atmosphere around the campfire is warm and friendly. When I arrive, the air tenses for a moment, but that's it. The soldiers are used to Butcher.
Abigail, walking ahead of me, stumbles unsteadily. Maybe it's because she's been watching Butcher's brutal acts in the nearby 4D theater.
But I hope she keeps trying. Our conversations are going well. The progress, which had been slow until now, is moving forward like never before.
Thanks to that, I'm in a great mood. I can't wait to be free and do whatever I want—rape, fight, and kill as much as I like.
Looking around at the number of people gathered for dinner, I can clearly see the scale of this expedition. There are about forty or fifty people. This is definitely a raid on a small settlement—a *Colony*.
There are three types of cities near alien territories.
The *Stronghold* is a military base with runways and large weapon depots. It's mostly inhabited by military personnel and those who support their basic needs. It also serves as an armory.
The *Fort* is a fortified city surrounded by high walls and heavy artillery. Many civilians live here. It's a strong city with soldiers and weapons stationed, and it can receive fire support from the Stronghold.
Then there are human settlements outside the Forts, called *Colonies*. These are informal, degraded versions of Forts. Their walls are low, and their defenses are weak. They can't expect fire support from the Stronghold.
Of course, there are also traditional, ordinary cities, but they're farther from the front lines. In this war zone, most small cities are Colonies.
With me here, this battle will be a breeze. The Colony doesn't have heavy weapons that could threaten me. Even if they did, they'd be quickly destroyed by the aliens' long-range magical attacks. No problem.
Thinking this, I finish my dry food first and stand behind Abigail and Sauvage's child as they eat, watching the dining scene.
I understand why Abigail wants me to come with her. They're only wearing simple robes, so they stand out, and the male soldiers don't hide their lecherous gazes.
There's no danger, since no one would dare touch Butcher's offerings. Or so I thought, but there are some unruly soldiers here.
Suddenly, a few soldiers stand up and approach my Rusher. The area grows restless as the Rusher argues with them, slightly pushed back. I don't need to hear to know what's going on.
Eventually, the Rusher reluctantly comes over to us. He looks between Sauvage's child and Abigail, then cautiously glances at me before reaching for Abigail.
Since Sauvage's child has been raped for the past four days, the Rusher probably thinks she's my favorite. He figures Abigail might be safer, at least for a little while.
Abigail lets out a small cry, "No—!" and steps back, pressing her back against me.
Then, a protesting voice rises.
The unruly soldiers are telling the Rusher something.
The Rusher argues back loudly, but eventually sighs deeply and grabs Sauvage's child's arm, pulling her up.
The unruly soldiers prefer Sauvage's child.
If Abigail represents the peak of a healthy female body, Sauvage's child, being a former soldier, has a more muscular build. That's probably what they like. The aliens value strength, so they tend to prefer women with stronger bodies.
"Won't you help?" Abigail asks, poking me.
"Why?" I reply.
She looks up at me in surprise.
Before long, Sauvage's child is dragged outside the dining area, pinned down by a soldier, and quickly raped. The crowd jeers, "Whoo! Whoo!"
She's a finished product. Optimized for my Butcher Lance, so she probably won't cry much.
See? Sauvage's child only squirms slightly. She doesn't resist when penetrated, but she's not enjoying it either. She just stares blankly at the night sky.
The eager soldier who started raping her seems dissatisfied. Soon, several soldiers join in, gang-raping her.
They thrust for a few minutes, then stiffen. After savoring the moment, they step aside, slapping hands with the next man, who looks eager to take his turn.
Hmm… they need to be rougher if they want her to feel anything. They should use all her holes together if they're going to do this.
She's already been stretched, and her anus is ready too. She's used to my rough treatment, so she can handle several men at once.
Sometimes, a change of pace like this is necessary. Being Butcher all the time can be depressing. I also want to show off my masterpiece occasionally.
Maybe Abigail should join in for a change of pace?
When I look at her, her lips are pale, and she seems to be trembling from within.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
Everyone's attention is on Sauvage's child. I tap Abigail's shoulder, and she grips my finger tightly,
"I'm scared. Please help," she whispers, clinging to me.
Scared? Really?
Alien men are all handsome.
Look, the one she's sucking off is an elf-type, and the one thrusting from behind is a muscular beast-type. The one she's holding is hard to identify, but he has a thick beard and looks quite rugged. Everyone around is enviably handsome and strong.
If they were all Butchers, it'd be terrifying, but this is more like a reward, right? It's better than being with strange human men, and definitely better than being pinned down by a Butcher like me…
Wait… maybe she's worried about what I said.
If Abigail or the others get pregnant by someone other than me, they'll be considered defective and disposed of. That's why I usually don't let the aliens take leftovers. I don't want my work interrupted.
But with this many men, it should be fine. Sauvage's child was filled to the brim by me today, so her womb is still coated with my sperm. Their weak, trickling sperm won't stand a chance. I'm confident, even without proof.
Sauvage's child is now being covered by three men, but that's nothing. I could fill her entire body, from the depths of her womb, in one go. These men are so weak.
I don't really want to give Abigail to them, since she's still halfway done, but I'm not a monster. I don't want to deny her a change of pace because of my petty jealousy. She's my ally, after all.
"Oh, another group is starting to cause trouble."
This place will soon turn into an orgy, so go ahead and enjoy yourself. I'm in a good mood since I've been talking to Abigail a lot these past few days. I'll even let you both play together. I'd like to watch you get gang-raped from a third-person perspective. It might give me new ideas.
A large figure approaches, boldly kicking the ground. It looks like a werewolf—a lycanthrope-type alien.
Wolves are supposedly slow to finish, so it might be a bit intense, but their size is normal, so it should be much easier than me.
As I prepare to push Abigail forward, she grips my finger painfully tight. Her lips are sealed, and her eyes plead with me.
"Please help, Jevodan. Please," she whispers.
I hesitate, wondering why she's so terrified, and then it hits me.
That's right. Abigail hasn't had sex with me even once during this expedition.
She's just been watching today. In that case, she's in real danger. If she's gang-raped by a dozen men, there's a high chance she'll get pregnant. Then she'd be disposed of, and that's what scares her. Of course it does.
That would be a problem for me too. Without her, my escape would be delayed.
This is when I'm glad I still have some normal thoughts left. If I were completely insane, I wouldn't have understood her fears.
"I'll help," I say, pushing Abigail face-down onto the table and licking her backside.
If I fill her thoroughly, Abigail can play without worry.