Regressor Route

Warning chapter contains sensitive brutal elements. Read with care but know that this is not to set the tone for the entire story as I do not intend to make these characters suffer like this on a regular basis. This is purely for driving the story forward past this point. Thank you for your understanding.

5 years, that is how long Malik has survived this hellish apocalypse. He has no idea where is family is or even if they are still alive course they likely were still alive. His last memories of them was his mother leading that prick, Tripp Gentry, into his room and helping him claim their family after the second week. He still recalls being bound, gagged, and blindfolded. The rough week in cold room being forced to listen to his sisters being tortured by that sadist.

After that week Malik was traded to another harem lord since Tripp was not willing to claim sissies. Frankly that made Malik secretly happy at least his family would not have to see what happened to him after that. The lord who owned him after that was not as vile as Tripp. No unreasonable rules, impossible or disgusting orders, and even was nice. The lord even provided a nutritional supplement fluid that Malik would come to regret consuming later once he realized that it was his lords semen. By the time the revelation came Malik was more then willing to choke on his lords dick to get his daily dose or to heal his wounds course by the time this happened Malik was less masculine and more... feminine in shape.

Thankfully a dungeon boss killed that harem lord even though he was the nicest one Malik had 2 years of blissful service with is mind screaming sure, but still the man was gentle. All gone in a blink as the Malik was thrust into a pitched boss battle that he vaguely remembers how he survived that dungeon the others who had been freed from the lords control panicked. Their coordination shattered as it became a free for all to survive the core of their coordination a wet spot on the floor behind them. In the end only three of them remnants of that mans harem made it and that freedom was short lived. As soon as they crawled out of that dungeons gate, Rasher, was waiting. The type of lord who does not risk any thing himself or his property. A scavenger lord who waits and sees what crawls out of such places as dungeons and contributes nothing toward the forward facing goal of humanity.

That kind of lord who only takes and brutalizes people. Rasher loved breaking Malik making sure to give unreasonable orders that Malik would naturally resist and then using urge to serve to double down on this mental imprisonment with a thick load of his cum in Malik throat or ass. However Malik was not going to break so fast this time 3 years he endured this master and he still had his control. Rumors from other Sissies he served with alluding to how one could become a Harem Lord again you only had to kill your master with your own hands or at least be the one to finish them. Course that is easier said then done their master was a power house with hundreds of slaves under him and forcing them to watch as he broke his bitches before them. Malik remembered the last time that happened... his frantic gasps and passionate screams as he was taken from behind. His masters... no that bastard that man is no master he is a bastard. Malik had to shut out that memory least he loss himself. Even if a lord could not hold a class their raw stats made them almost impossible to kill by your self.

That would be the case if Malik had not heard that Rasher was going to delve a certain dungeon today and he so happened to be chosen to go as well. While the danger of this one is low Rasher had heard that it was a special resource dungeon where there was hardly any monsters. Though it might be possible to get Rasher close to death if Malik could get his fellow Sissies to resist the mans orders even just once or twice. A tall order but not impossible. Well it was not impossible he had gotten his fellows to resist. Problem is that all of them had been on the verge of obedience and Malik was not entirely prepared for how hard his would hit like wise with the others. The nearly overwhelming need to serve hit like a brick causing all the sissies to buckle over their bodies screaming to beg but they resisted so that they could get their shot at freedom. Course that also assumed the monsters in question did not attack them first which they did.

In the chaos there after Rasher took advantage of his floundering sissies to flee ordering them all to stay behind to stall. half obeyed cause the order counted as service the other half resisted and flopped uselessly on the ground as their bodies demanded them to go beg and a few did though Rasher was to far away to hear left alone give orders. Malik was among the few to obey hoping that if he and the other sissies could survive this they could make something happen with their reset wills. Course that was a pipe dream after all what ever this monster was in this hidden resource dungeon was far beyond what was able to stand back up to fight. The next thing Malik knew he was the last one standing. Well the last one alive... the monster had systematically killed his comrades one by one. Malik was lucky enough or unlucky enough that one hit did not instantly kill him thanks to his class and stats, but all that meant was that he was forced to lay on his side and watch as every one else was brutally slaughtered.

After the battle the monster went about checking the bodies not for any loot or any thing it was looking for survivors. The monster only found one, Malik, with his broken arms and legs he could not even hope to resist what ever this creature was about to do. The monster picked him up and looked him in the eye. Malik would not show fear in this moment why would he? At least this monster was going to give him one of the two preferred options in his miserable life. Death was just as good as being a lord if he could not become a lord that is which given this state was the situation. The monster stripped Malik of his gear some ratty armor and rag his master... 'no no not his master that bastard... yeah I will not call that prick something like that I die I die free' He thought defiantly that pangs of the urge ticking up with his resistance to a rule that all thoughts and word referring to Rasher is as master. Malik could feel his dicklet pulse with the desire and his gaping hole throb in response to that urge welling up inside.

The monster carried him by his neck toward an alter with one brutal implement on it. Not that Malik could see it though cause of how he was held. "I see that fire in your eyes bitch. Good lets see if you can hold on to that. If you can maybe something good will come of it." the monster spoke. What's more it spoke English flawless fucking English. It blew Malik's mind so much that he did not registers what had happened next till it was to late. His needy bussy being filled by something long and thick almost to thick with something sharp. His guts screaming as he was lowered on to the implement. He wanted to scream to but something told him that if he did something worse would happen. So he bore the pain and even helped the invading object impale his ass. "Good good you have more grit then I thought keep taking it I wont interfere. Oh and do not go up well unless you really want to die." The monster says grinning as it backs away Malik could feel his broken legs supporting him with the aid of the thing up his ass. Malik could feel it though if he tried to stand up he would be tore apart from spines that tormented him as he slide down. Looking down there was still so much of it to go. Worse yet it was getting hotter inside him almost painfully hot. He gritted his teeth suppressing his desire to scream in agony as he pushed himself down more taking 2 more inches making the total in him 8. It was a dry insertion and he has never had it this deep before dry and what ever that heat was was drying out his natural lube. Still he gritted his teeth looking down at the last 4 inches.

'Might as well be 4 miles...' he though to himself another pulse could be felt from the implement a sign he had entirely stopped and the punishment would be more heat. He bite back another scream of anguish as he forced himself to take more of the spiky rod causing it to reduce it temp as he took another brutal inch. '9 at least I think it is 9...' he thought as he pushed more his prostate screaming as his dicklet spurted from the intoxicating stimulation of the spines digging into his intestinal walls as the ridged object straighten out his large intestine. Malik blushed shamefully as this happened but kept bearing down on the object his ass straining to accommodate another brutal inch making 10. As he pushed for 11 he screams his altered voice that of a womans a body manipulation of Rasher to remind him of his place. Malik could not hold it in and the monster seemed to frown. "So that is it just 11?" the monster asks as the spines invert in reaction. Malik just grinned as he lifted his useless limb unleashing another brutal scream, "Fuck you I go out on my own terms bitch!" With that he slams his ass down on to the alter with all his might knowing exactly what would happen if he did so. To say it was painful would be an understatement however to his credit Malik did not scream again choosing to hold on to his dignity at the end.

Malik's eyes snap open to darkness as he bolt up right. The last thing he recalls is the mind searing pain of his guts opening up in what he decided and his body agreed was the way wrong way they should open up. Now he was where after life? A pinch to his cheek confirms pain. 'No not dead well that assumes that you dont feel pain in the afterlife that is.' he thinks to himself as he looks about the darkened room and notices the green light from a digital alarm clock saying 3:33 AM, 'Huh? Who would waste power on such a thing when the system can be programed to awaken your body automatically at the desired time...' As his eyes adjust he can make out the vague shape of a lamp over the alarm clock and figures it is worth a try.