The Prison Guard's Memoirs of "The Thousand-Man Slayer" - Episode 4 of the Heavy-Taste Series

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It was a market town about four miles from the prison. The market town wasn't very large, serving only a few hundred thousand people in the surrounding area. People of all kinds would come here in twos and threes to shop,
buy daily necessities, or other items. Of course, the most important thing was that there was an execution ground nearby that terrified everyone.
The market was filled with vendors selling vegetables, meat, and fruit. Among them was a particularly famous butcher shop. The owner had quite a background; he'd been a soldier in his youth,
and even committed murder. He used his savings to buy the shop. This man was tall and strong, with an extremely high sex drive. It was said he couldn't stand not having sex with women for two days. Because
of his wartime experience, he was domineering towards his competitors, ruthless and cold-blooded in business. In a short time, he practically monopolized all the butcher shops in the market. Some were forcibly
taken over by him, some were forced to "cooperate" with him, and others, though defiant, tried to fight him, but he subdued them all. He even
forcibly raped the butcher's beautiful wife, who, unable to bear his insatiable lust, reportedly committed suicide by jumping into a well.
A few of my brothers and I went to his shop and asked him if he wanted human flesh. He was stunned. "Human flesh? Can I sell that? Are you kidding me?" I said, "What's so difficult about that?
Haven't you heard of 'human flesh char siu bao'?"
(Haha) Actually, I knew this butcher had a way with it; otherwise, he wouldn't live up to his name, "Pig Head Chopper."
His henchmen were all incredibly muscular, and like their boss, they had extremely high sex drives.
I emptied the bag in my hand, and the female prisoner's severed limbs fell to the ground. Her head was gone; it was still in the cell. My God! Several henchmen and
the butcher gathered around, looked at it, and even touched the female prisoner's body—though cold, it was still smooth. Her large, fleshy buttocks... well, you know how. Several workers
carried the severed limbs into the room. This room was quite large, the only place where the butcher usually processed all kinds of pork. The room was very dirty, the walls blackened by soot.
In the corners, large jars were scattered haphazardly, and around the jars were rough wooden frames resembling "doors" in a prison. The frames were covered with various sizes of
iron rings, hooks, chains, and several iron blocks covered in rust. A large fly was perched on a sharp iron hook, greedily sucking blood—
whether it was pig's blood or human blood—it was unclear.
I said to him, "My God, this isn't a pork shop, it's practically a prison!" He smiled, said nothing, and ordered the waiter
to boil water in the large pot on the stove by the wall. Soon, the water boiled, bubbling and steaming. The limbs of the once beautiful woman—arms, thighs, calves—were thrown into the pot in order, with
the female prisoner's body being the last. A strange, pungent, stale odor, combined with a greasy, peculiar, and somewhat nauseating smell,
permeated the almost suffocating meat shop. Watching the woman's limbs tumbling in the pot, I was lost in thought. At that moment, I overheard the waiter whispering to one of my brothers, "A few years ago, a former
pork butcher's enemy sent a female assassin to take revenge. But the assassin never expected that her martial arts skills would be no match for the butcher. Although both were tall and strong,
a woman's strength..." Weakened by the lack of energy, the female assassin ran out of strength after a few rounds, watching helplessly as she was stripped naked. Her anus was smeared with rendered pork fat,
and the butcher and his men vigorously penetrated her backside, thrusting deeply. Despite her large, voluptuous figure, her anus was small.
To increase lubrication, a whole large bowl of rendered pork fat was used up. At first, they smeared it, then they used their fingers to probe, and finally, they forced it in. In the end, good heavens, that woman's
anus was even more pleasurable and slippery than her vagina! So, for the next few days, we focused solely on this woman's anus. Later, after playing with it for a while, we got tired of it.
The pitiful female assassin thought we would let her go, but that was impossible. "Prey" who enters our butcher shop cannot leave alive. That day, the
female assassin was hung on the pork rack. She was covered in lard, glistening and making her even more sexy. Although she was thin, it couldn't hide her
voluptuous figure; her white, fleshy mounds swayed, and rendered pork fat dripped continuously from the creases of her tightly clenched buttocks. Our boss looked her over from left to right
, then suddenly grinned maliciously at us.
We prepared a large pot and boiled a huge pot of water, and the workers got to work. Although it was early autumn, the daytime temperature was still quite high, and the room was almost completely stuffy.
The workers usually worked shirtless, wearing only shorts, sweating profusely. We were a pork shop, so we often had a lot of unsold offal , intestines, and other meats. These things took up space and were carelessly thrown into corners, 　　eventually
becoming a feast for flies.
If we don't clean it up, maggots will breed. Ugh, how disgusting! The water is boiling, but we don't care. The temperature inside the house is getting higher and higher. The steam gradually fills the air, slowly filling
the space. The stench of the corpse (dampness) is getting heavier. The butcher grabbed a handful of pig offal that had just been cleaned. It was soft and greasy. He stuffed it into a section of
pig intestine that had been cleaned and completely emptied. Pig intestines are very elastic. A handful of raw pig offal was squeezed into the casing. A small
bulge of meat appeared in the middle of the small section of pig intestine. Although pig casings are very elastic, because the space was stretched to the limit, the thin membrane around the pig intestine wall became translucent. A
light white and slightly yellow non-oval meat ball was strangely born in the butcher's palm. The butcher cut off the two ends of the long casing with scissors and sewed the rest with a needle and thread. Of course,
the thread was thick thread.
The butcher took a large nail and carefully poked several small holes around the meticulously crafted meatball. The holes weren't too big, but they weren't too small either; he estimated that if
maggots appeared in a few days, they could easily crawl out. This time, the female assassin's urethra wasn't blocked, and she could urinate whenever she wanted. The butcher inserted the meatball
into the female assassin's vagina. The outside of the meatball was coated with some raw lard, which mixed and intertwined with the female assassin's vaginal fluid. The meat paste actually
moved slowly and quietly inside the female prisoner's vagina under the influence of internal and external forces. The female assassin's lower body twisted and writhed violently due to the itching, and she strained her pelvis, trying to expel the meatball, but to no avail. As a result
, the vaginal opening slightly opened a small slit, revealing a long piece of pig hair inside.
The female prisoner's rear end wasn't so lucky. Several men found a long wooden stick, about the thickness of a baby's fist. The stick was rather round, and the men laboriously pried open
the female assassin's large, white buttocks, revealing her anus. Although her anus had enlarged, the opening twitched intermittently, and milky white semen
(occasionally with traces of blood) continued to seep out
. The stick was aimed at the female assassin's anus, and with a forceful thrust, most of the long stick was deeply inserted. The female prisoner grimaced in pain, letting out a loud scream. At this
moment, her anus was completely blocked. On the ground lay a small pigskin that had been processed a few days earlier. The meat and entrails inside had been removed, leaving it completely
hollowed out. A few strands of meat from the inner wall of the pigskin and some raw lard and slime still clung to it. It was a bit dry, but still very useful. "Come, let's dress her."
The butcher instructed our men to pick up the pigskins, one in front and one behind. The two pigskins were almost the exact size of the female prisoner's body, though a little
smaller!
The female prisoner's upper body was completely wrapped in pigskin, and her buttocks were also tightly covered, leaving only her head, thighs, and calves exposed. We quickly got to work, using straw
rope to secure the pigskins tightly to the female prisoner's upper body.
Because she was suspended a distance off the ground, her own weight was becoming unbearable after a while, and the addition of the two extra pieces of pigskin significantly increased the weight.
It was incredibly uncomfortable; her hands were almost breaking. We ignored all that. By this time, the temperature inside the room was very high, and steam enveloped us all
. It was so hot! One of the men pried open her mouth, poured in some cool water, and stuffed in a piece of cooked pig intestine to prevent her from starving to death before leaving.
Two days later, we returned with the butcher. The steam in the room had long since dissipated, the water in the large pot had boiled dry, and the fire was out. The room was
extremely damp from the heavy steam and remained stuffy. We stripped naked and went to the female prisoner. The female assassin was dazed and numb, her
head hanging low. Suddenly, one of the men noticed several small white dots slowly wriggling from the tight pigskin covering the woman's lower body, near her neck. Upon closer inspection,
my God, it turned out to be... We quickly loosened and peeled back the pigskin, revealing newly hatched maggots crawling on it. Ugh, how
disgusting! Only then could we clearly see the woman's body. Her plump flesh was still white, but in some places, many red dots appeared—probably scabs. Her
body was densely covered with maggots of all sizes, especially on her large buttocks. Several maggots seemed curiously trying to crawl deeper into the buttocks cleft, wanting to explore
, but were blocked by a wooden stick.
Our gaze moved to the woman's full breasts, thighs, and finally settled on her widened and clearly visible vaginal opening. There, in twos
and threes, newly hatched maggots were slowly crawling out of the woman's vaginal opening!
(That seems exaggerated, maggots appearing in just two days, but it's not impossible.)
Because such large lumps of flesh were stuffed into her vagina, the female assassin couldn't even close her vaginal opening completely, let alone urinate. She could only rely on
her physiological reflexes to desperately clench her buttocks and thighs, helplessly enduring the sweltering heat, the itching, and the most unbearable and nauseating thing for a woman—watching disgusting
maggots crawling out of her genitals alive.
What drove the female captive even more crazy was that some of the maggots seemed to find it comfortable inside her vagina and crawled around for a while, enjoying the natural
vaginal fluids and vaginal secretions for free, making the woman feel like she was dying of pleasure (hahahaha).
As we watched, the butcher and our partner's penises inexplicably became erect. It was a strange excitement and stimulation, a bizarre pleasure
. Strangely enough, the scene before us gave each of us a strong urge.
Quickly, wash her clean, give her a thorough rinse. Soon, the fleshy ball inside the woman's vagina was pulled out, and sure enough, it was covered in maggots, which were still
growing.
We quickly poured several large buckets of water over the female prisoner's body from head to toe. The cold water jolted her awake.
We quickly washed away the maggots, and then vigorously washed her body inside and out with soap. We also removed the wooden stick from her anus, stretching it even
wider. Great, no need to apply lard anymore, awesome! Of course, the maggots in her vagina had to be thoroughly washed away, otherwise, how could we bear it psychologically?
In no time, the female prisoner's large and small vaginas were completely filled by us. The woman groaned, whether in excruciating pain or intense pleasure
, her body covered in fragrant sweat (it was hot in the room). We worked on her for a full three hours.
When the last man pulled his penis out of the woman's anus, some feces from her intestines were stuck around it. "
Damn it, this is so frustrating. I'll clean your intestines in a bit."
At this point, the woman remained limp on the frame, like a dead pig, motionless. We went outside to rest for a while.
When we came back, the butcher was determined to dispose of this female assassin like a live pig.
The butcher found a small iron hook, aimed the pointed end at the edge of the woman's anus, and with a little effort, he skillfully
pulled out a small portion of her small intestine. The woman didn't react much. Then, the butcher quickly ripped out a large section of her intestines.
The intestines were probably the very end of the large intestine; they were flat and empty, a slightly reddish-white color. Because the woman hadn't eaten much in the past few days,
there was almost no feces in the intestines.
The butcher suddenly yanked out another long piece, and the woman finally understood. She tried to turn her head to see what was happening, but she was too weak. She only felt
something missing from her abdomen, a feeling she had never experienced even during the most pleasurable bowel movements. But quickly, excruciating pain replaced the brief pleasure. The woman instinctively arched her
back, swayed her large breasts, and fainted.
One of the butchers, treating her like a pig, took a long knife and slashed the woman's neck, aiming at her vein. Instantly, blood gushed out. The butcher ignored everything else and
slowly pulled out the woman's intestines bit by bit. Finally, estimating that there were still some parts left, he didn't care. He picked up the knife and
cut the intestines off near the woman's large, white buttocks. Small pieces of intestine, sticky, slippery, and soft, hung forlornly in the center of the two large pieces of meat, a rather comical sight.
The butcher stretched out the woman's long large and small intestines, fixing both ends to wooden frames on either side of the room, like clotheslines. At that moment,
flies, seemingly attracted by a peculiar scent, swarmed onto the woman's intestines, forming a long, dark, dense mass that wouldn't leave, happily licking them.
The remaining breasts, thighs, and buttocks continued to be skillfully butchered by the workers, no different from butchering raw pork, only using a woman's body
. Large, orderly slices of still-steaming, bloody flesh were cut from the woman's body: first the buttocks, then
the white flesh of the thighs, and finally the breasts.
The slices of meat were thrown into a large basin nearby, layer upon layer, to dry. After a while, a worker stood up and looked at the woman's corpse again.
The woman's flesh had been almost completely decomposed; the once plump and full body was now mutilated, riddled with bloody holes and scars. It was
practically dripping with blood. Looking at the results, the worker wiped the sweat from his face, glanced at the severed urethra of the female prisoner he had accidentally torn apart, and
clicked his tongue.
"Boss, boss, what do we do with this meat?"
Haha, easy. Just put some coarse salt on it, let it marinate for a few days, then sell it to that restaurant up ahead. Don't bother with the rest. That woman almost killed me; I
'll feed her to the dogs! Soon enough, a few days later, stray dogs were everywhere in the nearby graveyard, and eventually, the woman's bones were almost completely gnawed away.
After hearing this long explanation, I thought, "There are so many female prisoners in the jail, and a significant portion of them are death row inmates. Bring them all here. On one
hand, the butcher can indirectly interrogate and torture them for us; on the other hand, we can make a fortune. A win-win situation, why not?"
Thinking this, I whispered something to the butcher, who was overjoyed. "Great, deal
!" So, I said to the brothers around me, "Let's go back to the jail and bring those two female prisoners here. We're going to be rich! Hahahaha…
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