I wish I could die, rather than continue like this...

I could hear their screams, both of pleasure before and then… after, but I remained mute and didn't even watch anymore. I'd seen it far too often now to even care, much less try and talk them out of it. This was just how it was going to be. If I could have killed myself I would have done it long ago, but Chizu made sure I was in good health and liked to make me watch.

When she was done with the last one she gently eased her small feet to the floor and lifted her comically round body from the bloody bed. She didn't bother getting dressed as she waddled over to me and taunted me, <What's wrong husband? Did your baby's feeding upset?> Her sanguine eyes still pierced my soul and commanded my attention as she looked me over. <You just aren't as much fun as you used to be.>

"You could always kill me," I grunted hopefully.

<What a horrible thing to say!> she giggled. <What kind of a mother would I be to deprive her child of his father?> I didn't respond. There was no point. <You aren't even getting hard anymore. I remember when watching me feed our son would make you so hard,> she accentuated her point by grabbing my cock and stroking it before squatting down and sucking it into her mouth. If I could have stopped her I would have. I'd have liked nothing better than to take these chains holding me to the wall and wrap them around her tiny little throat.

<Hey… look at what I found!> she teased as she had awoken my manhood. I must have been enjoying my homicide fantasy too much. <Say, you know what we haven't done in a while?> she asked playfully as she stood up. If it was what I thought it was then maybe this was my hope, what I'd waited for so long for. I'd seen it a thousand times by now and knew what had happened to all the thousand men who copulated with her after me. Ever since I'd planted my evil seed inside of her and created that demonic creature now occupying her womb. It was anything but human, but it was now my only hope for an escape from this constant ****.

I remembered the first time she made me watch after I got here. As her prisoner, I got strung up here on her wall where she demanded I stay, gagged, and commanded to watch her consummate her marriage to some guy who wore a blue cape. I didn't understand the language of her people, but he seemed to be some man of importance. In fact, it seemed to take some talking and discussion to convince him to actually take her to bed knowing that she was no longer a virgin, but once she shed her clothes and kissed him he conceded quickly enough.

They made love for hours that time, and I'd gotten hard as a rock being **** to watch as they did it over and over. By morning he was exhausted, but still, she begged for just one more time. That was his undoing. As he rose to the occasion, much as she had done with me now, his penis entered her one last time and never left it again. Whatever was insider her now had latched on to him and his screams of ecstasy became ones of excruciating pain that I thought would haunt me for a lifetime. Somehow then his body crumpled like it was hollow inside and inch by inch, blood and gore splattering about, his body was literally eaten from the inside by whatever I'd put inside of her.

Those screams were then replaced by the next suitor only a few hours later. I hadn't left this room for months, so had no idea where they kept coming from or how she tricked them in here, but some female servants would wordlessly come in, replace the sheets, wipe down the room to erase all proof of the previous suitor's unnatural demise, and then disappear. In would walk Chizu with another man and repeat the whole process over again, usually a few times a day. After three or four months she started bringing two or even three men in at the same time, just to tease me.

I'd begun to learn the language a little by that point, all from their bedroom banter. Sometimes Chizu would even leave me ungagged, but they'd just laugh as I tried to warn them about their impending deaths. Then they would fill her over and over with sperm as she told them her husband, me, actually liked knowing his baby get the taste of other men while I watched. She used to let them finish before our creation started feasting on the first one, but its appetite was increasing and that was why she often needed more than one to satisfy our child's unnatural and murderous hunger. Sometimes she'd have to break the last one's legs to prevent him from escaping before she could feed him to our spawn while she finished with the first. I decided, even with a fate that grim I'd prefer it over having to watch these displays anymore, so I didn't even attempt to resist when she wiggled her cute fattening tush at my involuntarily hard cock. I simply let it pierce up into her and held my breath, awaiting the pain and thankful for this chance to finally be released from this hell.

I wasn't prepared for how so damn good it felt compared to the endless nothingness I'd had for so long. The last time I'd entered her I wasn't exactly myself and implanted her with the oni that had made my last days in Greytown a trial, but I'd give anything to return to that kind of wonderful monotony now. I gritted my teeth as she wriggled around with her hips, fucking me for only the second time in my life. Then I felt it, a long slithery leather thing, squirming around my shaft as it emerged out from her massively stretched womb. <Look, he knows his papa!> Chizu cackled and fucked me harder, driving me mad through an insane combination of pleasure and horror. <Come on Daddy, give your son a sloppy wet kiss.> It was all too much for me and in mere moments my body let loose a torrent of my long pent-up sperm. I helplessly shuddered as my unearthly and still, unborn child suckled at my cock like a babe on a mother's teat and I wept. This wasn't the end for me, just a horrible new beginning.