The Jailer's Memoirs of "The Thousand-Man Killer" - Episode 9

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[The Thousand-Man Slayer] - The Jailer's Memoir -
Episode 9
After slaughtering so many female prisoners on the execution ground, one easily becomes numb over time. One day, I was
strolling around the butcher shop when I suddenly caught a glimpse of several half-
pig carcasses hanging upside down on the greasy, black wall, hooked by iron hooks. Because they had just been cleaned, the half-pig's greasy body was washed snow-white, even the internal
organs were scraped clean, a ghastly white sight. Suddenly, I had a brilliant idea! Damn,
there's a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in the prison, why not have a human flesh feast?
I rushed back to the prison, gathered my brothers, and shared my idea. We were all incredibly excited,
rubbing our hands together, eager to try and create the strongest human flesh feast in history! Of course, who would be eating at the feast? Undoubtedly, it
would still be those perverted officials and us.
This unfortunate girl was surprisingly easygoing. Seeing that we rarely touched her, she lost her fear. Plus, she had good
food and drink every day and wasn't subjected to torture, so she gradually gained weight and became even more fair-skinned. Her originally loose
prison clothes bulged out, her big buttocks sticking out. She spent all day sprawled in her cell, which aroused a new
jailer who one day couldn't resist any longer and rushed in to have his way with her. Afterwards, the jailer said, "This woman's sex
drive is extraordinary! Her juices flow like a tidal wave!"
We then spent day and night researching several "delicious" culinary plans. Even if others
couldn't enjoy them, just seeing those plans would make them aroused and their blood boil, let alone
the diners present. We presented these meat feast plans to the officials above, who praised them highly and said
they would come to this special human flesh feast in a dozen days.
We quickly began preparations, even calling the butcher to help and provide guidance. Today, we used that
fat girl as our practice subject. Since she hadn't washed herself for days in prison, she was already quite smelly. We
put her in a sack and took her to the butcher's place.
Perhaps it was the first time this unfortunate prisoner had smelled such a strong, pungent, stale bloody stench of a pig carcass;
she looked very uncomfortable, gagging a few times. Once inside, we shaved her head completely and stripped her naked.
Next to her was a huge wooden tub filled with steaming hot water. I touched it—good heavens, it was scalding hot
! Even a dead pig couldn't stand it!
The butcher summoned three henchmen, each armed with an axe. Together with us, they pinned the female prisoner
firmly to the ground. One of the henchmen aimed at the base of the naked girl's limbs and
chopped down with incredible speed. Instantly, after several screams and a spray of blood, the female prisoner's arms and legs were
brutally severed, leaving only the convulsing, writhing upper half of her plump body in excruciating pain.
The naked girl quickly lost consciousness. The butcher hurriedly poured some medicinal soup into her mouth, then we and
the others lifted her remaining white body upright, supporting her buttocks and back. A jailer, carrying her bald head
and neck, brought her to a wooden tub, tightly gripping her neck, and plunged her plump body into the nearly boiling water
. Because we needed to eat her alive, we absolutely could not kill this fleshy woman in vain.
Soon, seeing the female prisoner's body turn from white to slightly red in the water, they lifted her out.
After doing this a few times, they noticed that the naked woman's armpit hair had also fallen out of the water on its own.
Seeing this, I forcefully ran my hand around the naked girl's fleshy cleft, tugging and pulling, until
most of the pubic hair slunk away from her labia and sank into the bucket. After repeating this several times,
not a single black hair remained on the girl's snow-white body, leaving it smooth and white, her flesh flushed red from the heat, incredibly alluring.
Seeing this, I thought, "Damn, isn't this the real 'delicacy'?"...
Like washing a dead pig, five or six lewd hands vigorously rubbed the naked girl's breasts, belly, and buttocks,
not even sparing her neck and face, as if washing a toy—a half-dead toy
, the kind that arouses sexual desire, the kind that can extremely satisfy extremely perverse desires—a
human flesh toy, the kind that can be used to stimulate and penetrate at any time.
Under the influence of the hot water, half of Nao Ni's severed limb was washed white. We placed her on the cold ground, and
the naked woman slowly awoke. Strangely, comically, and tragically, she looked at her dismembered body. The excruciating
pain, accompanied by heart-wrenching desperate cries, perhaps brought her back to the extreme agony, before she tragically fainted again
.
Ignoring her for now, we used this time to pick up the other four severed limbs from Nao Ni's body and,
in the same way, threw them into the still-boiling water, washing them white and clean. Perhaps due to the hot water
, Nao Ni's skin was incredibly soft and white after being soaked in the high temperature. With a gentle rub, the dirt on her skin
easily came off her body. Even the skin on her body was softened
and peeled by the scalding heat; upon closer inspection, one could see the ghastly red flesh and a cluster of tiny bubbles.
The poor woman's body was ravaged beyond recognition, but for some reason, our lust surged to an extreme
. Four snow-white limbs, hooked upside down from the rafters with iron hooks—two small arms, two large pink legs—
were still wet; warm droplets of water dripped steadily from her thighs
. I shouted, "These could be sold as pork; they'd fetch a 'good price'!"
This unfortunate naked woman's once delicate, fair skin was now scalded, leaving not a single piece of good flesh on her remaining limbs.
Under the intense heat, large patches of deep red, like the flushed, aroused state of a woman on the verge of orgasm, were visible on her belly,
making it appear bruised and uneven. The rest of her skin was similarly affected.
I exclaimed, "Oh dear, how can we humiliate and exhibit her like this?"
The butcher replied, "It's alright, I have a way."
He went back into the inner room, took out a small, shiny black porcelain jar, grabbed a handful of white
powder, mixed it with some water to make a paste, and haphazardly smeared it on the female prisoner's mutilated limbs,
paying special attention to her breasts and buttocks.
After a few days, the festering, swollen skin on the female prisoner's body gradually regained its former fleshy appearance, although coldly observed...
She looked like a super white tiger, but incredibly alluring. Her large buttocks made her appear even whiter, and her head and armpits were completely bald,
without a single black hair. Her genitals were like a blooming white peony, budding and ready to open, the fleshy cleft slightly parted, the surrounding area incredibly smooth 　　 , 　　with
occasional oozing of vaginal fluid. Damn, what a slut 　　. 　　**********
... 　　 A man's head, with two empty, cold eyes, stared eerily at the onlookers below the execution platform, like a 　　knife, its gaze so piercing that some felt a sense of fear. Most lowered their heads and crouched low, 　　fleeing like thieves from the crowded throng. The remaining onlookers, seemingly bored, looked around 　　, whispered amongst themselves, and then appeared ready to leave. 　　 Just then, a new spectacle began on the execution platform. Keen-eyed observers noticed two pawns pushing 　　a specially made prison cart covered in black cloth towards the center. The crowd, immediately aroused, craned their necks to 　　explore the lewd scene unfolding in the center. 　　 A soldier removed the black cloth, revealing a naked 　　woman bound in the most lewd way—by a thick hemp rope—from her buttocks. The rope split into two strands across her back, draped over 　　her shoulders, and tied in a slipknot around her neck. The long, drooping rope 　　then split again at her full, swollen breasts, creating two parallel lines that accentuated their 　　prominence. 　　 Her severed limbs, like a cheap, apricot-yellow flag, were forced deep into her anus by a wooden stick, 　　forcing her limbs upright, her breasts and buttocks jutting out comically in the low, 　　drafty, and rudimentary wooden prison cart. The crowd below strained to see what was happening before they understood, their expressions filled with 　　astonishment. 　　 (Damn, this is the first time I've seen a crippled woman with her limbs chopped off! So satisfying! I wonder what to do with her 　　? Haha, no rush, no rush, just watch and see.) 　　 A short while later, several naked male prisoners were pushed and shoved onto the stage. Although they knew the audience was almost entirely 　　male, being naked in front of everyone, with a huge penis dangling down there, 　　was still too much of a humiliation to bear without the threat of knives. 　　 The guards pushed the naked male prisoners in front of the crippled woman, saying, "Let me tell you, if you want to live 　　, have some fun with her." 　　 These male prisoners were in their prime, full of youthful vigor, and besides, being in the dark and gloomy prison, where would they find the time to play with 　　women? Having been pent up for so long, the men were overjoyed at the sight. They disregarded the 　　lewd onlookers below the execution platform and began to take liberties with the naked woman. The crippled woman, seeing this, felt helpless and 　　could only silently accept it, obediently opening her mouth. 　　 The male prisoners were having a great time, their large penises thrusting rapidly and forcefully into the naked woman's vagina 　　, white semen mixed with vaginal fluid flowing freely, stimulating the onlookers below the execution platform to cheer. Some 　　couldn't resist and pulled down their pants to masturbate. Suddenly, the execution platform was a scene of great excitement; 　　the men were enjoying themselves, the onlookers were even more thrilled, and the female prisoner was stimulated to the point of moaning wildly. 　　 After being tormented for quite some time, both male and female prisoners were exhausted. I gave the order, and my men took all the prisoners 　　away. The crowd below the execution platform dispersed on its own. Back in my cell, I gradually lost 　　interest in the naked, crippled woman. Damn it, what should I do with her? I stuffed her severed limbs into a sack and took her to the butcher. 　　 Looking at this now worthless female prisoner, the butcher slapped his thigh: "I've got it! Send her to the bamboo 　　forest and let her be slowly tortured to death by the bamboo." 　　 I was puzzled. Seeing my confusion, the butcher said to me, "We'll go tomorrow." 　　 The next morning, the butcher, the woman, and I boarded a donkey cart. 　　After three days of creaking and groaning, we arrived at the butcher's hometown, a place supposedly famous for its bamboo. 　　 Bamboo doesn't have a distinct growing season; it doesn't have four seasons. For over 300 days a year, regardless of spring, summer 　　, autumn, or winter, large and small, tall and short, they can be seen everywhere in the bamboo forest. Occasionally, you can even catch a glimpse of a large 　　bamboo rat! The bamboo rats have tiny black bean-like eyes and aren't afraid of people, just watching us from a distance. 　　 The butcher led me, winding and turning, to a small, tender bamboo stalk that seemed to be just beginning to grow. Although 　　it was a young stalk, it was already quite tall and thick, growing very straight, about two feet long. The stem was about 　　the thickness of a newborn baby's fist, adorned with several light green leaves that 　　swayed gently in the breeze. 　　 The butcher quickly stripped all the leaves off the bamboo, emptied the large sack, and 　　brought out the crippled, naked woman, who looked like a white maggot, in agony. She was covered in dirt and grime from the long journey, her bewildered face 　　showing hunger, completely unaware of what we were going to do. 　　 We did the same thing to her as we did at the execution ground. We picked up her body, positioned her slits against 　　the very tip of a tender bamboo shoot, and slowly inserted them downwards. The naked woman, without limbs, could not exert any force and could only be manipulated by us. 　　After settling the female prisoner, we left. On the way back, we heard that the butcher wouldn't let the woman 　　die immediately, at least not let her starve to death. He would definitely send a few boys to the bamboo forest to keep an eye on her. 　　 Nearly two months later, the butcher came to me one day, excitedly telling me about the female prisoner: "Damn, you know 　　what? That woman's vitality was fucking amazing! She just died! But she was tortured terribly. 　　The few young thugs I instructed often went there to play with her during the day when they had nothing else to do. Besides giving her some food and drink, they spent 　　the rest of their time either urinating on her or digging into her anus, washing her face and body with urine. Apparently, they were afraid she would 　　suffocate from the feces, so they often used their hands to remove the lumps of feces blocking her anus. The woman was quite grateful; once, she even volunteered 　　to swaddle the penis of the oldest thug, hahaha!"

I laughed out loud, "Interesting, very interesting."
"Oh, and there's more," the butcher said, "I heard there was another time, damn it, some kind of strange thing, a little bamboo
rat stuck its head into that woman's anus. Damn, the woman was both itchy and scared, and maybe she
used too much force, and actually stuck the poor little bamboo rat to death in her anus and intestines. This
caused a lot of trouble, and the entire bamboo rat family came out to avenge her. They bit the woman all over,
tearing the flesh off her labia, and her buttocks weren't spared either. Her buttocks were bitten full of holes. If it weren't
for the nearby animals finding her in time, she probably would have been bitten to death too."
"And then?" I asked.
"Later, later, the bamboo grew and grew, until it emerged from her mouth."
Hearing this, I thought to myself, "Damn, that's a brilliant way to torture someone. I wonder if
those bamboo rats enjoyed her corpse later?"
I was inspired again, and the next step was to begin preparing a grand
feast of lustful delicacies. The menu was already vaguely taking shape in my mind; the beautiful women's banquet was about to
be served…
(To be continued
)

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