Despair Execution I – Semen Extraction Hell (2/3)

Hidden doors creak open, leading down a shadowed staircase... The pitiful thief is dragged into the secret execution chamber. Corpses litter the room, and semen is splattered everywhere... Due to constant battles against demons, the horrific casualty rates left many surviving battle nuns with PTSD. The horrors of war awakened twisted fetishes in them, with semen consumption being the most widespread. The pungent white fluid tasted as sweet and pure as milk to them—once they tasted it, they became insatiable. Though the convent compensated them by distributing legally obtained semen (donated voluntarily by healthy male citizens), the supply could never meet the demand. To sate their cravings, the nuns turned to the black market, paying exorbitant prices. The executioner nun before you was no exception. But the black market’s costs quickly drained her wealth. Tormented by her fetish and growing sexual addiction, she became increasingly depraved and cruel. The convent assigned her as an executioner, hoping that torturing criminals would ease her symptoms—yet her desires only grew stronger... Driven to desperation, she took extreme measures. Years of executions had honed her into a skilled semen extractor. She began abducting healthy young men, imprisoning them in her basement. This not only satisfied her needs but also allowed her to sell the excess semen on the black market for profit. Knowing this was a grave crime, she ensured none of her victims left alive. The strong were drained dry and turned into sex dolls for her pleasure. The weak were encased in plaster walls or mummified, leaving only a breathing hole for the mouth and their genitals exposed. Once they were fully drained, she would seal their airways with tape, suffocating them... Over time, the place became a graveyard, the walls lined with faces twisted in agony. Our poor thief was no exception. But perhaps due to that fateful "encounter," the nun obtained him with unsettling ease. She didn’t seem intent on letting him die quickly... Strapped to the execution rack, he was milked relentlessly for a full day and night until, like all the others, not a drop remained. But unlike the others, he was subjected to even more twisted torment: after being dolled up to the nun’s aesthetic tastes, he was injected with a "Doll Virus." Fake breasts fused with his body, his rectum was filled with plaster, and his tongue—deemed too noisy during torture—was severed. His senses were stripped away, and his penis, swollen from a sounding rod, remained permanently erect. Finally, for "beauty’s sake," she transformed him into a gelatinized slave hound... Of course, the nun wasn’t just after another toy—she wanted to test whether this method could produce higher-quality semen. She mounted him, writhing as she churned his ruined genitals. The intense pressure from the sounding rod made every ejaculation excruciating. The slave hound tried to scream in agony, but the dog-mask’s modifications turned his cries into lewd, endless moans. Overwhelmed by extreme stimulation, his mind shattered—yet the restraints denied even the relief of convulsions. Finally, his consciousness broke. Fluids gushed from every orifice as he produced his finest semen... The nun, satisfied with the yield, scooped some from her thighs and brought it to her lips for a taste... "………………………………………… (tongue stirring sounds)" "………………………………………… (gulp)" "………………………………………!!" "Yue!!" The semen was spat onto the ground—watery and foul. Meanwhile, the slave hound lay limp, oblivious, still straining to produce even a drop in a futile bid for survival... But... The nun loomed over the worthless creature, glaring down with a terrifying expression. A new horror was about to begin...