What Do you Mean All Dungeons are Girls!!!? Enhanced Edition

Milith set down on the edge of a village, well, Arrieta had called it a small town, but she couldn’t see it as anything more than a village. The locals had somewhat different definitions for things, Salmus was apparently a city, but she didn’t see it that way.

She’d left the girl to help the church clean up the mess she made. Milith felt sorry for that young girl Viri, and her gendershifted father Howard. Viri had been abused and brainwashed by that maneater, to the point Milith had thought her a lost cause. Arrieta however revealed she wasn’t, the girl being half Abyssal was able to draw out the corruption, something she found fascinating to watch. Afterall Abyssals usually corrupt people, she’d never heard of one reversing the process.

Now simply drawing it out wasn’t enough to undo the brainwashing, for that Arrieta had to do something drastic. She’d pulled the girl’s brain out for direct access and made some very precise delicate cuts. Howard had been lost, but she’d quickly caught on to what she was doing. The Abyssal programming was deep-rooted, the girl needed a shock to her system to get her to reboot so to speak and it worked. When her brain healed under Arrieta’s stimulation minutes later the girl was normal, mostly. She still responded positively to pain, but she didn’t want her legs mutilated, roasted and eaten. Neither did she seem set on getting pregnant the moment she could so she could cook up her own baby for her... Mistress. Yet the girl didn’t seem that horrified at the last few years of her life either. Arrieta said she’d dampened the past. In other words, Viri was still aware of it, but the past was muted for her, distant almost as if it had happened to another girl.

Still as bad as that was, Milith had found worse in the house behind it. It was basically ground zero for the maneater’s nest. Worse an active abyssal portal had been there, letting mana and creatures from the abyss spill over into this world.

It had been a strange place, gravity wasn’t quite right and young maneaters floated about preying on human and beastkin babies. Worse young mothers were bringing their newly born kids there to be hunted and were watching these hunts like they were a sport. Hell they even cheered when their own kid got eaten and that said nothing of the other brutal scenes she found within.

Thankfully the portal was closed and the little maneaters sent into the Abyss with their mother. Arrieta was cleaning the mess up, which gave her the time to come here. The village had been ruled by an Abyssal for years now, so it came with little surprise when she sensed the degree of corruption. Yet she couldn’t sense any portals, so there wasn’t one of those to complicate things. Of course the Atarli tended to be... cleaner than some of the other Abyssals out there. They weren’t generally as brutal as say a maneater was either. Honestly Milith considered them the most tolerable, but she still wasn’t going to leave them if she had the chance to clear a nest out. 

Looking around she noted that she had landed in the fields, everywhere she looked numerous pregnant women were working the fields. It seemed to be harvest time which did line up with the weather, the girls were naked but that didn’t seem to bother them as they worked. Carts were placed out in the fields, and the girls were transferring freshly harvested grain into the carts, where it would certainly be taken in to a mill for processing later.  In another field they were harvesting some kind of... fruit she didn’t recognize. They were largely red with big gold leaves and three green rings around the middle, the surface looked shiny in the sunlight. Of course, it might have been a vegetable instead, Milith didn’t know. She wasn’t an expert on local produce, but she did notice they had carts of the stuff. It must have been a popular local plant.

She walked past them, noting they seemed to be in pretty good shape, many of them fit and tanned from hours out in the sun. Yet she couldn’t help noticing the bruising many of them sported as well, either accidental or deliberate. It was hard to say but as she moved into town she noted a bit of a pattern. They tended to bruise around their breasts and genitals more than anywhere else, which suggested it might be deliberate.

Milith figured that would track with what she’d been taught about Atarli. From what she’d heard older females under their control would have their brains moved to locations that were... more vulnerable. That way it was easier to get at the tissue, but also so they could... do things.

None of them paid her much attention nor did she see any abyssals. A group of girls packed up their cart of grain and started pulling it onto the path. Milith followed behind them, They were moving quickly enough and she figured they might lead her to an Abyssal.

The girls took her right up to the outskirts of the village, where several mills sat clustered. She could see a number of girls hauling grain into the silos. The group she was following joined them and dragged their cart into the closest silo. Milith followed them in, while casting a cloaking spell just in case anyone decided to notice her. A combination of psychic misdirection followed by the actual manipulation of light sound and scent with her magic allowed her to just vanish from sight right in the open with no one seeming to even notice.

Following the girls into the mill, it seemed pretty normal. As pregnant women worked the grain, storing it to the side so that it could be processed by the large machinery that filled the main section. A couple of new girls took the grain from the group that had just brought some in, but rather than going back out she frowned as they were taken to a room off to the side.

Milith followed them in and glanced around. There were a number of angled beds and unusual equipment set up in the room. Pregnant girls were lined up while others monitored the equipment, several girls were secured in the beds. Milith watched as the girl in the nearest one was adjusted; several dark bands snaked around her limbs to secure her in place, just as an arm moved out over her swollen belly. She blinked as the arm used a serrated claw-like protrusion to tear the belly open. The skin tore more than split, a second arm moved in to clean the blood and apply some kind of goop as the girl whimpered, clearly in pain.

A moment later her wound was widened, and two new appendages worked the womb out. Raising it a good quarter meter out of her body, as a pair of spike clamps moved into position. She grimaced as the long vicious spikes penetrated the swollen organ, fluids flowed out via the translucent tubes. On the left she could see a yellowish fluid flowing out, and on the right a red one. They were taking fluids out of the womb. The subject seemed more distressed but wasn’t really fighting.

Milith sighed, as she drew closer checking the alien monitors, they were doing more than extracting fluids they were testing things. Several more appendages moved in violating the womb, probing and extracting data. It wasn’t hard to guess that this was some kind of exam for the baby, but it didn’t look like they cared to be gentle in any way. If anything their methods were harmful and callous, not that she was all that surprised.

In a moment the machine stopped taking fluids, but by then the womb had visibly shrunk, she noticed most of the amniotic fluid had just been drained in a moment. That certainly wasn’t good for the baby, and she didn’t want to guess what the other fluids being taken were doing to the little thing, or rather babies. Reaching out she noted the girl had a litter, seven young girls yet to be born. That was too many for a single mother to have.

A greenish fluid started flowing into the womb, replacing the lost fluids, as a second set of tubes were pushed in to deliver new fluids. The babies and mother were both distressed before they went in but the moment they did Milith watched the distress indicators spike. Whatever that was, it wasn’t good for either of them, but the mother was handling it better than the babies, who looked worse off. She looked over at the other women, noting they were being subjected to the same thing.

This room was clearly all about the babies, nearby she could see another woman her belly recently sealed up being let up. One of the women doing the monitoring work smiled, “Your baby isn’t responding that well to today’s treatment, we expect complications in the next few days, but you don’t need to worry. Just come back in next week so we can repeat the treatment.”

“Sure thing, and if I do experience complications?”

“Oh don’t do a thing, just tell us when you come in for the next treatment. Unless it stops hurting, in which case I want you in right away.”

The woman nodded, returned the smile the other woman gave her and left the room. Her demeanor didn’t look like she was really worried for her babies and she’d just been told at least one of them wasn’t doing well. Milith sighed, things like this were why she didn’t like dealing with Abyssals, she already knew that cleaning this up would be a pain. No Abyssal was in this little room either and she really needed to deal with those first.

Shaking her head, she stepped out of the room and left via the rear exit, which took her to the structure out behind the mill she’d gone in. Stepping inside this one, she noticed more naked and pregnant women milling about, but she stopped at the sight. It was a processing plant but not for grain.

She could see several lines, on the nearest one a pregnant female was adding small babies to the conveyor. Their wails filled the room as they moved down the line, dozens of little babies were on that belt. Milith looked to the end of it, where the babies after being roughly washed went into a rotating wall of spikes, their wails intensifying as they were torn apart. Their bones were extracted and tossed into another pile as their flesh moved further down the line and out of sight.

None of the girls seemed to care though, near the line she could hear a couple of very pregnant girls talking. One of them had a hand on her belly, “I think they are about ready to be born.”

“Mine feel that way too. Doctor told me to expect labor any day now, and she’s expecting complications. My babies really hated the treatments.”

“Oh? How fun, I’m expecting at least two of mine to have breathing issues, you?”

“Pretty much the same. Doctor is pretty pleased with how they are doing really.”

“Nice.”

A third girl commented, “We’ve got ten more girls coming in to give birth, need more hands to look over the babies and get them processed.”

“Sure thing!”

Milith gave them a strange look, they were talking right next to the conveyor that was sending little babies into a mincer that was tearing them apart. Their squeals and wails filled the room, and the other two lines weren’t all that better.

On the second line, the babies were a bit larger, again there were girls adding them from carts. They carelessly picked a small girl out of a bin, and just tossed her onto the conveyor. Pretty much treating her like a slab of meat for all the care they showed, which might be how they were looking at the baby. Milith could find out, but she didn’t want to reach into a mind so twisted by an Abyssal.

The babies went down the conveyor from there, arms adjusting their positions, washing them and then spraying them with a mix of oils and spices before delivering them into a large oven where they squealed as they were cooked alive.

The third line was pretty similar, aside from the babies on it being even larger and having a spike pushed through their skulls and all the way through their bodies. The process was clearly painful and traumatic, but the kids lived it, which left them to suffer when they reached the open ovens at the end. Arms sorted them off the line, and placed them into cells where they slowly rotated while cooking alive. Pregnant women moved from cell to cell to check on the cooking babies.

There was little doubt, looking at the lines, what this place was about or what the talking girls had meant about processing. It was a room full of horrors, and as she walked deeper in, she could hear more chatting. None of the women here seemed all that horrified about the babies being ripped apart, baked or roasted. Still no Abyssals to be seen, leaving her to wonder where were the Atarli? Wouldn’t at least one be watching the pregnant women or were they so well brainwashed they felt monitoring wasn’t needed?

Milith was tempted to torch this operation right this second, but that would send the Abyssal perpetrators scurrying for cover. It wouldn’t be the right call just this second, but the longer she took the more babies would be harmed. For a moment she debated which choice would be right and then let out a breath. It was best to find a shipment and follow it, nip the source in the bud and then clean things up.

She headed deeper into the facility, passing by the lines, she found her way up the stairs where a number of pregnant women were working. In fact none of the women she saw were anything but pregnant. It made her wonder where the children were or where anyone not pregnant was. It seemed anyone pregnant was out here working, even the ‘doctors’ were pregnant.

Another sigh left her as she poked her head into a room. She frowned, in the room a few women milled about monitoring shelf after shelf of exposed brain. She watched one move, revealing they were rotating shelves. Down at the bottom of each bank was a pool of fluids with three brains soaking in them at any given time, and each bank had over a dozen brains, most of them out in the open air. Even at a glance she could tell the tissues were very dry for many of them. She watched a pair of girls check the nearest bank of shelves, and then they pulled the tray at the bottom out. Taking it over to a table by a conveyor.

They ran some instruments over the tissues, before pulling a pair of knives out and started slicing. Thin slow slices, clearly with a method to the madness. Each slice removed was added to the conveyor, and another set of girls joined with another three brains from a different bank.

One of them ran a hand over the middle brain and commented, “This one is my girl, she’s been so happy to have her brain here.”

“Oh? How’s she doing?”

The mother giggled, “She’s been such a trooper, and so wonderfully uncoordinated. Always coming back covered in bruises, but she’s been growing up really nicely. Maybe she’ll have a kid of her own in a few years?” Then she started slicing.

Milith winced, she’d connected a few dots, that girl was still alive and magically connected to her brain, which just made the scene worse. Still no answers were here, just more mess to clean up.

After finding a few more brain rooms, and a couple birthing rooms, she finally found a packing room, which allowed her to follow a package out to the damn abyssals she’d been looking for.

A couple of hours later she found herself deeper into town. The shipment had taken her to a location on the east side of the town and she smiled to herself as she sensed the Abyssals within. Finally! Now she can clear them out and fix this damn place. Of course the fixing was going to be a pain and a half, many of them had been heavily brainwashed.

Closing on the door, she watched a few kids run past. For the most part they were just playing normal games, but they were victims just as much as their pregnant mothers. Stepping through the door, she was greeted with the sight of several Abyssals, and rows of tables. Young women were laid out on the tables, none of them looked pregnant.

Off to the left a younger Abyssal girl was curled on a cushion surrounded by young babies who were nursing on her tail boobs. Milith noted the babies were larger, she guessed they were between six months and a year old. 

Nearby an Abyssal standing over one of the women on the tables commented, “Okay her womb is healing nicely.”

“That’s good, I was worried she wouldn’t heal right since the last experiment was pretty hard on her organs.”

“Yes, her left ovary is pretty much useless, but I was able to save some of the eggs.”

“Great, then we can get her pregnant again.”

The one on the cushions commented, “Oh! Can we run another experiment on her!?”

“Sure!”

Milith shook her head as she prepared a number of spells all at once, she let them talk, none the wiser until it was too late. In a moment, they suddenly cried out and were gone, sent into the Abyss. Leaving her in a room of hungry babies and young women. Several of them had their bellies open and wombs exposed. She sighed, fixing this was going to be a lot of work.