[The Thousand-Man Slayer]: The Jailer's Memoirs - Episode 5 of the Extreme Series

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From then on, the meat sources in the pork shop became more diverse; pork, human flesh, beef, mutton, dog meat—
it didn't matter.
Some people said, "Human flesh is still human flesh. After frying, stir-frying, and cooking, the basic properties of the flesh
are still human flesh. Over time, some discerning diners might not be able to tell the difference, and the deception would be exposed."
But these weren't problems. Whether it was male or female flesh, as long as it was carefully prepared, using
the best parts of the body, such as the large, fatty part of a woman's buttocks, and sliced into relatively even thin slices with a small knife
, it was first placed in a jar of pre-prepared seasonings and simmered for two days. Then,
it was taken out, softly chopped, and mixed with scraps of other animal meats. It was first steamed, then fried, becoming
a very fragrant meat dish. Eating it alone made a delicious appetizer.
Or it could be sold to some large restaurants as a seasoning or scrap for low-end noodles. In short, there were many ways to
make it.
Back in the cell, I found the two female prisoners trembling, their faces filled with fear and confusion.
A few days later, I received orders to interrogate these two unfortunate women again. This was the final interrogation
; if nothing of value was found, we would dispose of them. I was overjoyed
. On one hand, I could test my newly developed interrogation methods; on the other hand, I could make a new deal with the butcher—
it seemed like money was coming.
Speaking of interrogation, I have a lot of disdain for it. Perhaps I'm just naturally good at devising ideas, but
I'm not interested in the tiger bench, dismemberment, or slow slicing that are popular now or in the past.
We returned to the cell. Although the two women had clung to life in fear, they seemed
to have come to terms with it. They were eating and drinking well, and had even gained weight, becoming more voluptuous. Besides, we hadn't touched them these past few days.
One of the brothers somehow obtained some roundworm eggs, mixed them into the soup, and fed them to the female prisoners. Haha, this is going to be a good show! We spent a lot of money, so we commissioned a craftsman to 　　meticulously craft a small, circular iron wheel
in the large pool inside the bathhouse from the previous torture chamber. Because the pool was relatively small, the wheel was also designed to be small. 　　Supports at both ends were fixed to the sides of the pool, and at the central axis, a dozen 　　or so short iron rods, arranged side-by-side with a radius of 1.5 meters, were fused together and painted black. 　　Two specially designed, sliding wooden, recessed torture devices (ingeniously designed 　　) were pre-made and evenly spaced at the wheel to secure the women's hands and feet. 　　 Then, the pool was filled with cold water, about half full. The two female prisoners were stripped naked again and 　　taken to the bathhouse. The brothers washed them thoroughly until they were white, then dragged them into the pool. Their hands and 　　feet were secured to the pre-prepared positions on either side of the wheel's openings, tightly bound with rope. 　　 Now, their two large, white, fleshy bodies were bent backwards, their large buttocks arched, their slender waists arched, their 　　large, white breasts protruding, their slightly swollen bellies protruding, and their four sexy pink legs forcibly spread apart and placed on the curved iron rings of the wheel 　　, tightly bound. 　　 The brothers then poured cold water on them and vigorously stimulated their vaginas; soon, their vaginal fluids 　　gushed out. 　　 One of the brothers, seeing this, was instantly aroused and thrust his already hard penis into the female prisoner's vulva. 　　 After playing for a while, we continued to pour cold water into the pool. The water level had now reached 　　halfway up the brothers' thighs, and the water had also risen to the top of the two female prisoners' thighs. The surface rippled, and 　　the female prisoners' pubic hair floated faintly in the water. Okay, that's enough. Pour in all those male and 　　female loaches. 　　 One brother went out for a while and returned with a whole basin full of loaches of various sizes tangled together. The 　　loaches swam around in the already low-lying basin, and the brother then dumped the entire pile of loaches 　　into the pool. With more space, the loaches were happy and swam faster and more joyfully. 　　 These two female prisoners weren't allowed to sit idle, so the two brothers decided to let them practice holding their breath. They 　　jumped back into the pool, and with their four large hands, slowly turned the large wheel. Gradually, one of the female 　　prisoners was submerged, her snow-white naked body completely enveloped in the water. Her body was bent downwards, 　　almost touching the bottom of the pool, her head almost touching the bottom, unable to breathe. Only 　　her lower legs and part of her thighs were visible above the water. Soon, the female prisoner began to writhe in the water, 　　her small feet trembling violently. Up and down, the two female prisoners twisted in pain in the pool as the iron wheel turned 　　, swallowing a lot of water. One of them, just surfacing, had a flushed face, 　　gasping for breath in discomfort, coughing violently and spitting out foam. Her stomach heaved rapidly 　　and was somewhat swollen, indicating she had drunk a lot of water. Suddenly, she arched her body, lifted her large buttocks, and let out 　　two loud farts. Immediately afterward, a large, clear stream of urine shot out from her vulva. Upon seeing this, I 　　shouted, "Damn it, this woman can even hold in her pee! I wonder if she can hold in her poop?" 　　 After doing this for a while, seeing that the two female prisoners didn't react much, I said, "Bring some hot water. Let them try this 　　." 　　 Don't forget, everyone, a lot of loaches of all sizes were put into the pool earlier. These loaches don't like hot 　　water, and they are currently swimming happily in the spacious pool, completely ignoring 　　the two naked women who occasionally submerge in the water. Although every now and then a few small loaches, due to their poor technique, scrape against 　　the thick black hair of the female prisoners in the water, or bump into the tight little anus between the fat buttocks 　　, they never imagined that in a moment, the beautiful women's big fleshy hole and small anal space would become their 　　lifeline. 　　 Hot water was quickly added, more and more, and the water level rose rapidly. The temperature in the pool gradually increased, 　　becoming warm. At first, the two female prisoners felt quite comfortable, moaning and enjoying themselves. The loaches in the pool 　　didn't seem to realize that death was approaching. However, when the water reached our lower bellies 　　, the temperature was quite high. While humans could endure it, the loaches couldn't bear it.

They sought any hiding place, and the female prisoner's vagina and anus, submerged underwater, became their best
option.
At first, the large group of loaches fiercely competed to be the first to enter the female prisoner's vagina and anus,
hoping to survive longer. Two groups of loaches split into two forces: one attacked the female prisoner's large vagina, and the other attacked her
small anus. Initially, the female prisoner's anus, out of physiological instinct, clenched very tightly. Only one small
loach, taking advantage of its small size and good luck, managed to squeeze its tiny, pointed head into the opening of the female prisoner's anus
. However, the woman's anus was too tight, and the small loach, lacking strength,
thrashed wildly, its head painfully squeezed, with most of its long body still outside, unable to go in or out.
We brothers, watching the scene from the surface, laughed heartily, exclaiming how satisfying it was, and how we would n't be able
to hold back for long.
Sure enough, as the temperature rose higher and higher, even the three jailers standing in the pool were drenched in sweat, their
bodies flushed red from the heat, constantly complaining about the heat and almost wanting to jump out.
The underwater world had gone completely mad. Due to the extreme heat, the loaches had lost their minds and were frantically
attacking the female prisoner's vagina and orifices. Since the large slit was
already slightly open, it was easy for them to rush in. Dozens of loaches were quickly taken in, as it was indeed easy to enter. To survive, the loaches desperately squeezed into
the female prisoner's vagina. But the female prisoner, still foolishly forced to hold her breath underwater, didn't expect that her nostrils and mouth
would also be doomed. Several small loaches, driven mad by the heat, rushed into the woman's mouth through her nostrils.
Several large loaches violently rammed their heads against the female prisoner's tightly closed mouth, but to no avail. Finally,
they were overwhelmed by the heat and died, most of them floating to the surface.
Originally, the female prisoner's anus could temporarily withstand the frequent attacks of the loaches, but when several small
loaches suddenly entered her nasal cavity and slid into her mouth, they temporarily escaped the heat and
began to swim comfortably inside. The woman couldn't stand it; she reflexively opened her mouth, forcefully spitting
and swirling her tongue to expel the loaches. But hot water also rushed into her mouth, forcing her to
swallow several more mouthfuls, choking in the water. At this moment, her anus seemed to loosen up a bit;
several bubbles gurgled up from one end of the crevice in the center of her buttocks. In the dim light, several large, nearly
heat-dead loaches rushed in at top speed—probably five or six.
I said to the brothers around me, "Look, this woman's been tortured to the point of farting! Hahahaha!"
"Right, get her out of the water, or she'll suffocate." We quickly pulled the female prisoner out
of the water. Of course, most of her body was also submerged in the hot water, and she immediately thrashed violently
. By this time, almost all the remaining loaches in the pool had been scalded to death.
When the female prisoner was pulled out, her body was also scalded in every way, almost entirely red. Of
course, the most interesting thing was her vaginal opening. Obviously, after drinking a lot of water and having
a large number of loaches forced into her stomach, her belly was much swollen than usual. The female prisoner gasped for breath, and
from the thick black hairy slit of her lower body, the heads and tails of several loaches of various sizes were still flailing wildly. Because of the large number of loaches crowding at
the vaginal opening, the flesh was forced to swell into a large fleshy bulge, with a very clear outline, more than twice the size of a normal fleshy
bulge.
The female prisoner looked at her stomach in pain and groaned. I think many loaches had probably entered
her uterus and deep vagina. It's simple, there's plenty of space inside, and the pelvic cavity is a natural
skeleton to accommodate them. The temperature is just right, there's nutrition and oxygen, so they won't die anytime soon.
But after all, a large number of live loaches in a woman's stomach, and in her most sensitive area,
constantly writhing and churning, the female prisoner was suffering terribly. Her lower body was both painful and itchy, an indescribable discomfort.
She no longer cared about the blisters all over her body from the hot water. The woman's body arched even more violently, her lower body
suddenly trembled violently, and her two thighs helplessly and unconsciously made a "clamping" motion towards the center. She let out a few low growls, and
several large loaches were shaken out by the spasms inside the female prisoner's body and fell into the hot water. After struggling for a while,
they immediately met their end.
A semi-transparent, milky-white liquid slowly and stickily flowed from the female prisoner's already stretched vaginal opening
, dripping like a white line reluctantly into the water, forming small white floating islands on the surface.
One, two, three—they gathered for a while, then gradually dispersed under the stimulation of the water temperature, quickly disappearing
without a trace.
At this moment, the female prisoner breathed heavily and quickly, looking very satisfied, her whole body languid and comfortable.
We brought our faces close to her large buttocks, spreading her buttocks apart. Because the anus was very small, the eels couldn't
get out without force, especially since the female prisoner had relaxed her grip on her anus, allowing them to come and go freely
.
This woman was having too much fun! Seeing that the interrogation seemed to be yielding no results, we first untied the other female prisoner, dragged
her out of the pool, and hung her on the rack next to it. I said to one of the brothers, "Go, get a thick candle and a needle and thread."
We plugged this woman's anus, sewed up her vagina, and trapped those loaches inside her,
suffocating them and letting them rot inside.
Soon, we had them permanently sealed inside. I painstakingly stitched
her thin labia together with a needle, like threading a needle, leaving her bleeding. Strangely, the woman seemed oblivious to
the pain, still indulging in the inexplicable pleasure emanating from her lower body, with a
milky white fluid constantly flowing out mixed with the blood.
Damn, this woman, even facing death, she's still enjoying it! I was furious.
Her anus was also tightly plugged; those loaches inside her rectum could only wait to starve
or suffocate.
We looked at them both, exhausted anyway, locked the cell door, and left them to their fate for three days, to see if they starved
or suffocated.
As expected, three days later, the other female prisoner returned, barely alive from hunger. The woman in the pool was already
lifeless, her head drooping, her belly horribly swollen. Seeing this, a surge of blood rushed to my head. I
pulled out my small dagger and plunged it deep into her navel, yanking upwards.
Blood gushed out, her intestines tangled and sticky. I used the dagger to pierce
the small section of rectum near her anus and pulled it out. The carcasses of several loaches were still inside, tightly squeezed together
, looking very painful. Some of the loaches had already begun to rot, turning into flossy meat, while most had changed color, becoming
a ghastly white.
I then used the dagger to slice open the woman's flesh. Large chunks of loach carcasses
slid out of her vagina. It seemed a considerable number of loaches had entered her body! Similarly,
most of these loaches were almost completely rotten, and they emitted a strange, indescribable stench, neither fishy nor
foul.
Her uterus was also filled with a large number of loaches, which had probably all suffocated. Although
it was comfortable and warm inside, there was no fresh air. Looking at this female prisoner, damn it, the female prisoner died a horrible death, but the loaches died
even more horrible deaths—terrible indeed, almost all of them suffocated, bloated, and crushed to death by both sides (haha, that's
possible).
Thinking about this, my guess was confirmed: a powerful gush of yellow
urine shot out from somewhere, hitting my face hard. I couldn't dodge in time and was splattered all over. Damn it, bad luck!
I quickly moved aside. After a long time, the urine disappeared. I suddenly realized—could it be that small loaches had also gotten into her urethra
, causing her to suffocate?
Another female prisoner, her eyes slightly open, saw her sister's fate and, terrified
, defecated from her anus, the stench overwhelming. One of the brothers, enraged, grabbed a large wrench and began to beat her buttocks repeatedly. After
a while, I told them, "That's enough. Let's leave this one to the butcher and let him do what he wants. As for the dead one
, take her out, cut off the good pieces of meat, gather them together, and feed them to the big yellow dog in the cell..."

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