BFT | Chapter 6

Gavin

Guard Gavin sauntered along. In the long corridor stretched through the darkness, naked men were lined up again today. They had all been using the communal latrine for more than ten hours. The men did not piss into the latrine, though. They came into it.

Naturally, Gavin liked using the communal latrine too. He pulled rank as a guard, skipped the line, and used it whenever he felt like it. All of his fellow guards were regulars there just like him.

In Gavin’s opinion, the most absurd thing in the world was happening here in Abaddon Prison. People often said reality produced things that far outstripped human imagination, but Gavin could swear on it. What was being carried out here was a complete joke, something with no precedent anywhere in the world.

The young, robust men who lined up every day in the dim underground corridor were all felons sentenced to death. There were about two hundred of them. Even in Abaddon Prison, which housed only young death-row inmates, they were the most energetic bunch, so the guards kept watch over them one by one at five-meter intervals.

Abaddon Prison had originally been ruled by nothing but taut silence every day. In the dark, prisoners killed one another. During the day, guards killed prisoners. Any inmate who died in Abaddon Prison was immediately burned under the pretext of preventing contagion, then recorded as a casualty, so everyone killed without hesitation. It had already been two months since this prison, once so thick with savage killing intent, had abruptly transformed into something like a peaceful dormitory school.

As autumn deepened, a communal latrine had suddenly been installed in Abaddon Prison. In fact, "communal latrine" was the name chosen by the warden. It had been set as a rule because he feared outsiders who came and went from Abaddon Prison might catch something suspicious in the prisoners’ conversations, but nobody obeyed it. The prisoners called the communal latrine "Baby." Baby was a pet name reserved only for the closest lover.

Baby was beautiful like an angel, and gave the prisoners an enormous sexual pleasure impossible for any human being. What was most astonishing was that even after handling so many prisoners for such long hours every day, Baby’s body showed no problems at all. Baby’s miraculous physique and exceptional sex abilities were, in fact, biologically natural and only to be expected.

That was because Baby was not human.

Baphomet, the demon said to hold orgies with young men and women in the forest every night, was Baby’s species. Baby was only a half-human, half-demon who had not yet undergone complete metamorphosis. Apart from the small goat horns and the woman’s breasts plus a man’s sex organ, Baby’s appearance was no different from a human’s.

Already twenty years had passed since the New World had been discovered, and this age was burning with Protestant fervor, with its calls to reject icon worship and reform Christianity. On one side, images of the Virgin Mary were being smashed to pieces; on another, heretics were being burned at the stake. In this age of plague, famine, the opening of new sea routes, witch hunts, and religious conflict, a real demon had been captured by humans.

It was a major event, the first time in human history that a demon, which had existed only in concepts and storybooks and whose reality had never been proven, had been discovered. Yet somehow this major event had been sealed inside Abaddon Prison for two months now, and Gavin had no idea why.

One day two months ago, the warden had summoned all the guards and taken them to the most secluded underground solitary cell in Abaddon Prison. The guards, who saw the beautiful demon sleeping soundly on the bed behind the bars, had stirred in shock.

The warden said,

"I selected only the youngest ones and reassigned them to the first through third-floor cells. Send them down here every day. You watch them."

"The high priest who brought that thing here ordered us to make the beast breed. The priest explained that a large amount of semen was needed to get that creature pregnant. He said to deploy roughly two hundred men and inject bodily fluid into the beast for about ten hours. I don’t need to explain further, do I?"

In short, they were to use the prisoners as stallions.

"The priest said the beast has low intelligence and cannot use magic, so it is harmless to humans. Any stillborn offspring the beast delivers are to be buried in the nearby wasteland, and any properly born offspring are to be handed over to the priest stationed here."

The warden even issued the "rules for using the communal latrine" that he and Ryal, the chief guard, had hammered out together. Even the top-ranking people in Abaddon Prison had no idea why the beast was being impregnated. The high priest had not explained that much. The guards muttered among themselves that the priests must be making the beast breed so they could study the demon’s body.

In the end, the beast became a "semen receptacle," to put it crudely. The young prisoners dragged in as stallions had their doubts, wondering if this could really cause pregnancy, but four days after being put to use, the beast became pregnant. After that, it gave birth every three or four days.

The breeding process of the Baphomet demon shattered human common sense in every possible way. It was already astonishing enough that it could conceive from the semen of multiple men. Even more shocking, the cub would grow inside it in an instant, and its belly would swell. From conception to birth, it took at most fifteen minutes. As for this beast, perhaps because it bore young through crossbreeding with humans, every infant except the very first was stillborn.

Because the beast was of low intelligence, it was not at all afraid of the prisoners. That defenseless attitude severed the last threads of guilt in the prisoners to the root. They went mad without fear of hell. Deeply sighing over this frenzy, the Abaddon priest assigned to the prison said,

"Demons are foolish and wicked beasts who deny God, but God will also be enraged by their sins."

Today too, the beast was so occupied with handling men that it could barely keep itself together. It had already swelled in the lower abdomen from the amount of semen the prisoners had pumped into it. The floor where four men were raping the beast was slick and soaked with white semen and milk. It looked as though someone had deliberately spilled a huge bucket of milk all over the ground. Pinned beneath the burly men, with only its white legs visible, it also looked like a pack of carnivorous beasts greedily devouring prey.

The time the beast spent with the prisoners was fixed at ten hours a day. Even after being made to take endless thrusts for so long, if it slept soundly for only a couple of hours, its body would return to its delicate form. Bruises and tooth marks on its skin would turn smooth as porcelain. Its swollen nipples would also return to small, tender pink buds so innocuous that anyone would believe they had never been touched by a man’s mouth. However, perhaps because of the repeated pregnancies, the beast’s breasts alone did not return to their original size.

The Baphomet species was famous for its grotesque appearance of a woman’s full breasts and a man’s sex organ. But as with humans, who came in a hundred different forms, it seemed there were individual differences among them too. When the beast had first entered Abaddon Prison, its chest had been so flat it looked like the beautiful youth Ganymede from myth. The women’s clothes the chief guard had bought for it suited it, but even now, after its breasts had filled out, that boyish feeling still lingered faintly.

From the very first day, the prisoners had lunged at it like lunatics. After repeated pregnancies, the beast’s once-flat chest had finally taken on a rounded shape.

Despite looking like Ganymede, the beast was still a demon. In orgies, it displayed a level of lust impossible unless it truly was a demon. More terrifying than its remarkable physical abilities was that boundless sexual appetite.

While giving itself to prisoners, the beast climaxed countless times. It also had a strong masochistic bent and reached orgasm faster the rougher it was handled. The demon’s semen, no less than its milk, flowed endlessly. Women usually faked orgasm, but the beast’s male organ ejaculated for real without question. The prisoners liked it very much, saying it was worth the effort to ram it hard if it felt so good on a man’s cock.

More than thirty men dirtied the beast in front of Gavin’s eyes. The prisoners were depraved enough, but the beast was just as incredible. It writhed so violently it was almost astonishing.

"Those bastards don’t even sleep."

Gavin clicked his tongue as he spoke. Today was the second day chief guard Ryal had been away from the prison. With the chief guard, who effectively controlled Abaddon Prison, absent, the prisoners had lost their reins. They took turns raping the beast, even saving on sleep, and even the guards joined in the mass gang rape.

Given the chief guard’s fanatical adherence to regulations, there was no way he would stay quiet if he found out. Gavin and his crew had agreed to clean up the scene and keep their mouths shut before the chief guard returned. The beast had its tongue cut out, so it could not inform on them to the chief guard. If its body truly recovered completely after a good sleep, then the mass gang rape would be sealed away as the perfect crime.

Gavin spat on the floor.

"Stubborn son of a bitch."

The guards disliked Chief Guard Ryal. He had come in as chief guard a year ago and did not get along with the guards. He was clueless and stupid, but annoyingly good with his fists. He also never said what he had done before coming to Abaddon Prison.