Chapter 167: Inspections

Martha was a good-natured woman. We got so close after sharing my roasted rabbit with her. During our long marches, we exchanged multiple conversations, with her telling me about her past and how she ended up here.

Born to a farmer, Martha grew up in a small village, living a simple but honest life, until one day the village was raided by bandits, and the entire male population was killed while the women were enslaved. Martha was sold along with other females to slave traders, who listed them in a special auction for slaves. Fortunately, she and some of the women from her village caught the attention of a noble who bought them.

Surprisingly, the noble was a decent man, and he just wanted some slaves to work in his new mansion. There was no abuse or rape, and the women were given shelter and food.

Life was good for a year until the demons invaded the human country. They killed all the nobles and anyone who still had some fighting spirit left, enslaving the rest, including Martha. She and the other women were sent to a demon mining city, where she was used as a breeding slave for two years, giving birth to three demons. But for some reason, a few of the slaves, including Martha, were sent to another mining city, which brings us to our current moment.

The story was sad, but Martha's voice was devoid of emotion, and her eyes were cold. She was not a crying type of woman. The moment her story ended, she didn't ask me for my story or want emotional support; she just kept silent as we marched on.

'The story was not fake,' I concluded, listening to the woman's story. I didn't know her for a long time, but she didn't seem like someone who could lie or act, not even poorly; she was that simple and honest.

'For a trial, this is extremely realistic.' I was impressed at the level of realism. It was very well done, and it felt as if the whole world was real, not a simple trial for me to ascend.

"Hey," Martha whispered, tapping me on the shoulder. She was tied to the chains to my right, close to the wagon.

"Hmm!" I hummed, snapping out of my thoughts and staring at the woman who was looking forward to something.

"What is it?"

"Look," the mature woman said, pointing forward. "I think we're close to our destination."

Following her finger, I looked ahead and was slightly shocked and impressed. In the distance, a menacing black castle stood tall, with multiple towers and high walls surrounding it. The place was huge; even from our location, I could tell. However, the thing that shocked me wasn't the size or the design—it was something else.

I don't know if the others could see it or not, but the entire castle was glowing with a red aura, and even from my location, I spotted unknown markings or runes carved on the castle walls.

'What a big and magnificent castle for a mining city.'

"What do you think, Martha?" I asked, gazing at the mature woman.

"I don't know. This is the first time I've seen something like this," she replied. Her face was calm, but her eyes were full of anger and hate—not a good combo. "In the previous mining city I was in, there was no castle at all."

"I see," was my only comment. It was obvious why she was angry; believe me, I shared the same emotion as her. The city was still far, and we were marching at a slow pace, giving us a day or two before reaching the destination.

"So... how many kids do you have, Morgana?" Martha asked out of the blue.

"Eh?" I was shocked by her question; I didn't expect her to ask such a question. Moreover, how did she find out that I have kids?

"I'm asking how many kids you have, silly," the older woman repeated her question. Sorry, she's not that old. Martha was in her early 30s, but the type of life and hardship she experienced as a slave, plus giving birth to demons, aged her.

"How did you know that I have kids?" I asked, curious, not even bothering to hide the fact. I mean, why should I?

"Woman, you have more of a motherly vibe than me," Martha replied, smiling.

"..."

'Wrong. I have a horny and perverted vibe, not a motherly one,' I wanted to say but held back and kept silent.

"Come on," she nudged me, a small smirk on her face. "How many? Besides the three demons, I don't have kids."

Ugh... how should I answer her? Give her the real number, which I'm pretty sure would fry her brain cells, or lie and say that I have only one or two kids.

"I have... three daughters."

"That's wonderful," Martha nodded. Her tone was calm, but her eyes were sparkling as if she was jealous. "How old are they?"

"They are young," I said, giving her a small smile.

"I see," Martha nodded again, a little disappointed by my lack of detail. "I bet you miss them and want to go back to them?"

"I do"

"Don't worry," she said, flashing a warm and motherly smile. "I'll take care of you, and maybe one day we'll have a chance to escape."

"Oh!" Her words took me by surprise. I thought that she had lost hope, but apparently not.

...

The rest of the day, Martha didn't stop sharing about her time and the experience she gained in the old mining city. According to her, breeding is the best option for the females. Yes, it's painful getting fucked by demons all day, but it was better than working in the mines, where casualties happen every day for many reasons. At least during breeding, the demons make sure that the females stay alive. If she managed to get pregnant, the female would rise in the ranks.

The slaves had ranks. The lowest ones worked in the mines or did the hardest and dirtiest jobs; the middle ones were the breeding slaves, both males and females. As for the higher ones, they were mostly personal sex slaves that the noble demons liked to have, as well as females who had already given birth once and futas.

'Interesting, just being a futa puts you in the highest rank.' The ability to breed female demons is rare, and it was clear why they put their focus on the futas. Martha informed me that futa demons do exist; however, 90% of them were infertile—something to do with an ancient curse, not like the futas of the other races.

"We're almost there." Martha's voice woke me from my deep thoughts. "Remember what I told you, Morgana."

"Hmm," I nodded. The castle was closer now, and I could make out more details. The castle had no windows at all, or if they did, they were covered by black banners.

"Remember the ranking, Morgana," Martha spoke again.

"I'll do"

"Good," she said, the smile on her face weak. "Just follow my lead, and I'll make sure to get us into a safe and low-risk breeding center and away from the violent demons."

"Okay"

"Don't worry, Morgana; I'll make sure you're fine," Martha spoke, placing her hand on my shoulder.

'What a sweet and caring woman.' I didn't say anything and just gave her a smile and nod.

...

It didn't take us long to reach the main gate of the castle. The slaves were silent and calm, but their eyes were screaming and filled with terror, wondering what fate was waiting for them. I, on the other hand, was excited; if not for the chains and the need to keep my slave act, I would be jumping for joy.

"MOVE, SLAVES," the horned demon ordered as the massive black gates of the city opened, letting us in.

"WOW!" I let out a sound, not believing my eyes.

'This is amazing... in a different way.'

The inside of the city was huge. The streets were wide, and the buildings were tall, made from wood or black stone. There was plenty of space; however, what shocked me wasn't the design or the size—it was the amount of demons and what they were doing.

"Ahhh!.... FUCK ME!!.... NOOOO!!!... HELP!!"

"AHHHHH!!!..... STOP!!...NOOOOO!!"

Well... a MASSIVE orgy, with thousands of demons fucking humans, elves, and beastfolk. It was like a scene from hell. The slaves were screaming and crying, begging for mercy as the demons used them like animals, creating an orchestra that could make the most experienced musician cry—a perverted one, okay!

"OVER HERE!" the horned demon roared, leading us to a wide, empty space away from all this depravity that I was so eager to experience. We stood in silence waiting, and after about five minutes, a strange-looking group of ten demons appeared.

They were thin and blue-skinned. The bodies were humanoid, but their heads were snake-like. They were wearing robes and walking on two legs, and from what I could see, they were female.

"STRIP!" the horned demon ordered the slaves, "and line up."

"Yes!" the slaves obeyed, stripping naked, exposing their bodies, not caring that a huge crowd of demons behind them was watching.

The blue snake-headed demons approached the slaves and began inspecting them one by one. They checked their teeth, eyes, and bodies, then the breasts, and finally the genital area, where they tasted that part with their long tongues.

'That's hot,' I thought, watching the blue snakes shove their tongues deep into a female slave's pussy. It was a turn-on, but I had to control myself—the fun comes later.

"Hisss... Breeding."

"Hiss... Mines."

"Hisssss..."

After inspecting the slaves, the blue demons hissed among themselves. The horned demon began ordering his friends to move the slaves according to the inspection results.

When my turn came, I wasn't worried at all; I knew I'd be fine. The blue demon approached, inspecting me—checking my breasts, ass, and vagina.

"!!!" The moment she shoved her tongue inside me, her snake eyes shot wide open, and her long body began to shiver.

'Ohhh... looks like she liked my taste.'

"Hisss... Breeding slave... high rank..."