Dominion: Chapter 6 - Engineering A Horror

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Dominion: Chapter 6 - Engineering A Horror

Engineering A Horror

The whole riverside was cordoned off, with saws and torches hissing and whining in the cold. Every construction worker in the county had been hired for this project, many of which required either bribes, threats, or extortion to accept the job. They were paid in gold, conjured into existence with Dominion’s powers. They worked day and night, no matter how much it snowed or how sharp the northern winds were. The warehouses were being renovated under the guise that they would be turned into slaughterhouses and processing centers, while new buildings sprung up like weeds. Others were told that it would be a prison; two lies that were unnervingly close to the truth. The idea of new jobs coming in would entice anyone, and it explained away all of the holding cells and machinery being installed.

New warehouses were also being built for storage, holding truckloads of food being brought in, enough to feed several armies. All this work was giving the economy a rush, and Christmas passed with every company in the city boasting big profits. But while the public was enjoying blissful ignorance, there were many who knew that things were about to take a dark turn, and of those who were informed, their suffering had already begun.

At the moment, it was Mary who was suffering the most. She was hanging from the ceiling of the guest room by a system of ropes tied around her body like a sex swing. She was naked, she and her fellow slaves forbidden from wearing clothes. Along with friction burns from the rope, she also had frostbite from the bitter January breeze flowing through her broken window. The air was moist, almost steamy. It came from her evaporating blood. Once more, Dominion cut her flesh, making her cry out in agony. He was using a shard of glass, the same shard she had used to try and kill herself after breaking the window.

This was punishment for trying to escape him through death. What she didn’t know was that suicide wouldn’t save her. Her face, the face her husband had fallen in love with, had been branded. S003. It was an identification number, burned into her cheek and labeling her as Dominion’s property. It meant she was his third slave. Cho and Hijiri had also been branded, but these brands weren’t just for labeling, they were also seals. They acted as anchors on their souls, binding them to their bodies. Should they die, their souls would remain trapped in their corpses, unable to pass on, like being in a coma. At which point, Dominion could harvest them whenever they wished.

But they didn’t know that.

Cho knew what awaited her should Dominion kill her, but she thought it was only the wraiths attached to her that could prevent her freedom. She thought the brand was just a brand. As for Mary, she, like Hijiri, didn’t even know that her soul could be taken. She still lived under the delusion that if she could kill herself, she could escape Dominion’s cruelty. That glimmer of hope, he tormented her with it. This was not her first attempt at suicide, and every time she tried, he would torture her as punishment, to show her that there was still so much agony he could, and would, inflict. But she couldn’t stop herself. The pain of the daily rapes alone made her want to end it all, but more than that, she wanted to be reunited with her children. If only she knew that they were trapped within Dominion, enslaved, just as she was.

He walked circles around her, slicing through her flesh every few seconds and relishing her screams. Blood was pooling underneath her, not enough to risk her life, but it was more than she had ever shed, even during childbirth. Her beautiful, mature body, it was like he found a new way to defile and poison it with each passing day.

“You still don’t understand, do you? Every aspect of your existence belongs to me. You die only when I said you can die.” Standing before her, he sliced her across the eyes. Blinded, she gave her loudest shriek, with blood mixing with her tears. “You deserve to be punished, you deserve to suffer, because that is the life I have decided for you. You live only to receive my cruelty. You live only to beg for death.”

“Please! Just kill me! I want to die!” she screamed.

Dominion took the shard and stabbed her in the right nipple like he was putting out a cigarette. The rough edges of the glass cut the spongey flesh at a nearly microscopic level. She sobbed as he pushed it in farther, digging into the duct. “I will, when I grow tired of you. When you are so twisted and broken that you are numb to both pain and ecstasy, I will end you and throw your corpse aside like garbage. But until such a time, you are my toy.

Now, I’d say that’s enough for one day. I’ll leave you to think about what you’ve done. Goodnight.”

He then departed, leaving the room with the window still broken and the blind and bleeding Mary hanging from the ceiling. He tasked a wraith with keeping an eye on her. If she suffered hypothermia and was on the verge of death, he’d return to save her, but until then, her cuts, blindness, and advancing frostbite could wait until tomorrow to be healed.

In her room, Cho sighed as the screams at last ended. It had been a month since Dominion brought that woman, Mary, to the mansion. She was confined to one of the guest rooms almost 24/7, and like Cho and Hijiri, only let out for meals. Mealtime was also the only time they were allowed to use the bathroom. Cho couldn’t really get a sense of her, mainly because they were forbidden from speaking to each other. The only time she saw her was when she had her face buried in her food bowl, and when they did make eye contact, she could see a glimmer of contempt, but she didn’t understand why.

And she wasn’t the only newcomer. There was also that man, that… thing. Dressed in an SS officer uniform and missing the entire front of his skull, he seemed to be Dominion’s second in command. Tasks were often delegated to him that Dominion couldn’t trust to Misato’s men, but never out in the open. Dominion hadn’t yet exposed himself to the world, so he was keeping his minion hidden as well. She saw him during meals, providing updates and reports as Dominion ate. He paid no attention to her or the other slaves. Mary would always watch him with a pained expression, but for Cho, that was just another mystery. She had a feeling that he used to be a regular person, because the mansion’s chef had been transformed into something similar.

Then there were Dominion’s new minions. Despite loosely resembling people, there was nothing human about them. They were abnormally tall, with pale, lanky bodies and arms hanging down to their knees. They didn’t have noses, instead exposing their sinuses, and cruel eyes. “Sentinels”, that’s what Dominion called them. He seemed able to create them, but she didn’t know how. She never heard them speak, unless asked a question by Dominion, and every word they spoke had a sort of “clucking” sound, as if the bones in their necks were being snapped. They handled the day to day chores, such as cleaning and laundry.

The peace was only temporary, as she heard Dominion’s approaching footsteps. She instinctively stepped back, retreating towards the corner. It was pointless, she knew there was nothing that could be done to escape him, but her fear of pain was telling her to run, that even a moment’s prolongment would be worth any amount of effort. She heard him stop outside her door, the handle jiggled as he grasped it, but then he let go and departed. Just as quickly as Cho released her held breath, she heard him open the door to Hijiri’s room.

“No! Please, no!” her sister screamed at his arrival.

Hijiri had been raped almost every day since his arrival, but still, she’d beg for mercy every time he came for her, and scream like he was ripping her virginity away all over again. Cho hid under the covers of her bed and blocked her ears, but the sounds always slipped in. Dominion would taunt her, smack her around and beat her for her lack of compliance, and then violate her for an hour or longer, with Hijiri’s screams never-ending.

To Cho, it was torture. Hearing her sister being raped, she was unable to see it but forced to imagine it. Dominion often told her what position to take, and Cho had a feeling he did that so she would know. This was just another way of making them suffer. Most often, he’d rape them together, leaving Cho and Hijiri drenched in their master’s cum and each other’s juices. They’d have to watch as he took turns with them, emptying himself into one and then grabbing the other and making her suck him off.

On days like this, he kept them separate to isolate them. He’d rape one, leaving the other to wallow in fear and anticipation. The guilt would eat away at them, the feeling of helplessness, each unable to help or protect the other. All they could do was listen to the other’s screams. This daily abuse was taking a heavy toll on Hijiri. Cho often heard her singing children’s songs or talking to their dead mother. During meals, she’d see her with clumps of hair missing and scars from cutting herself. It was like Dominion’s semen was acid, melting away her sanity with each passing day.

For Cho, the only thing keeping her sane was the fact that she was still alive. She knew that whatever Dominion did to her body would pale to what he could do to her soul. She just had to be grateful that she still had that.

More than an hour of screams and clapping flesh later, Dominion finally ended his assault, leaving Hijiri passed out. But he wasn’t done for the night. Cho automatically began to cry as the door to her bedroom opened. Dominion stood there, wearing nothing but an insidious grin. His member was still erect, and glistening with Hijiri’s blood and wetness. His strength and cruelty made bleeding common in his victims.

“Your little whore sister fainted on me. Now you have to finish the job. On your knees.” Trembling, she kneeled down and he approached her. She opened her mouth and received his cock, sucking it clean like a good slave. “Yeah, she tastes sweet, doesn’t she?”

She nodded, knowing that disagreeing would earn her a smack or worse, but it seemed that there was no right answer. Rather than simply letting her work, Dominion grabbed her hair and began skull-fucking her. There was no warning, she could only flail her limbs and release a gargled cry. The flow of her tears increased with the stimulation of her gag reflex, while every breath sounded like a croaking frog. A rope appeared in Dominion’s hand and he wrapped it around the back of her neck like a reverse garrote. He pulled it tight, forcing her face against his lap with his balls awash in the waterfall of spit pouring down her mouth.

After a minute, he pulled his cock out and smeared it across her pretty face, mixing her frothy spit with her tears. Then it was back into her throat for resumed abuse. The brutality continued for several minutes, with Cho retching several times on his cock without any mercy to show for it. Then he stopped and a shiver moved through him. She coughed and wheezed as he came, shooting his load directly into her throat and making her feel like she was drowning in his semen.

He pulled out of her again and she immediately vomited, sending his semen and the contents of her stomach pouring down her tits. His hand wet with the combined fluids, he smacked her face and then jammed his fingers in her mouth. “Look at yourself, revolting. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

She nodded with her eyes screwed shut to keep from being blinded by the filth. His cock replaced his fingers and he resumed raping her mouth. This continued, Dominion skull-fucking and blowing his load again and again, only for her to puke it up. He changed positions a couple of times, just looking for new ways to abuse her. On her knees, kneeling his fingers wrapped in her hair, that was the most common. Next, he threw her onto her bed, her head hanging off the edge. He’d start thrusting deep into her throat, letting his balls smack her filthy face, just like when he first raped her on her father’s desk.

The last was him sitting against the headboard of her bed, she leaning over and sucking him off. This was the worst position to her, since she had to replicate his cruelty and force herself to choke on his cock. Her head was lowered all the way down, her lips to the base and the head of his dick scraping against the back of her throat. He bucked his hips, his manhood punching her uvula. He came once again, an inhuman amount of semen pouring into her stomach, only to be regurgitated due to the punishment to her throat.

After an hour of abuse, he finally separated from her. She was painted head to toe in filth, her skin a sticky, slimy mess. She lay on the ground like roadkill, exhausted, her throat feeling like an old sock. Yet Dominion still was not satiated. The rope he had created, he wrapped it around her neck like a leash and dragged her up onto her feet towards the bathroom. He threw her into the shower and turned it on, and despite her aching throat, she screamed from the stingingly-cold water.

Dominion stepped in and grabbed her, roughly washing her face with his palm. “A filthy whore like you needs to be cleansed for her Master. Feel that water on your disgusting body? That’s the tears of your family, seeing how pathetic you’ve become. I’m doing your father a favor by keeping him out of here. He shouldn’t see what a revolting slut you’ve become.”

He then bent her over, her body shivering both from the cold and from her tearful whimpering. Smack! Dominion slapped her ass hard enough to leave a welt. She screamed but that just brought her another slap. He spanked her like a machine, each strike reddening her flesh and drawing fresh cries. He was pulling her hair, controlling her and keeping her bent over in that position. There was nothing she could do to resist him, nothing to lessen the pain.

“I’m sorry!” she shrieked the words, her face a mess despite being forced into the shower. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She apologized with each slap, pleading louder and louder every time. She didn’t know what she was apologizing for, she didn’t even know to who. She just hoped that it might ease Dominion’s wrath if she repented for whatever it was that she had done to enrage him.

“There is no point in apologizing. You’ve done nothing wrong. This isn’t punishment or karma, nothing in your life brought you to this moment. This is just me having fun at your expense. You are weak, so you are preyed upon. This is the harshness of the world, the cruelness of reality. It is a law of nature for you to suffer at my hand. Accept this horror, embrace despair, drown in your suffering.”

Then he got behind her and spread her ass cheeks. She tried to beg him not to, but still slick from the filth in the bedroom, he forced his cock into her anus. He had never sodomized her before, it was her first time ever even touched there, but as expected, it brought her screams to a whole new level of volume. She could feel it, the disgusting mixture of fluids inside her, it was like liquid proof of his abuse.

Dominion, having amassed quite a lot of experience in anal rape, began hammering her at his top speed, leaving her without any time to brace herself or get used to the feeling of insertion. She was so tight, she felt like he’d tear her open. With freezing water pouring on her back, Cho, still bent over, clung to the bathtub faucet, sobbing as the sound of wet flesh striking like a flint and steel overshadowed the hissing shower above her head. The rope from before, he tightened it around her throat, strangling her and leaving her to gasp for air as he raped her asshole.

No matter how loud she screamed or how hard she sobbed, the abuse continued. It didn’t stop until, at last, she felt warmth inside her, in the form of Dominion’s semen flooding her anal cavity. At last, he pulled out of her, and she fell to the shower floor, drained of all energy. He stood over her, a drop of sperm falling from his deflating manhood.

“Savor this pain, because the day will come when you dream of having living flesh.”

He then departed, leaving her curled up in the shower with the cold water pouring on her.

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It was a frigid January morning, with Dominion doing a walkthrough of one of the newly-built facilities. The warehouse was filled with holding cells resembling a prison. At his side was Blight, his posture perfect, and his “face” unreadable as always. He had been tasked with overseeing the construction of this place, and Dominion’s expression told him that he had done well.

“Exquisite, Blight. Your knowledge has certainly come in handy.”

“You humble me with your praise, oh Lord.”

“Are all the preparations complete?”

“Yes, we are overstocked on anything and everything we might need. Everything is ready for the arrivals.”

“Good. Gather the men, we move tonight.” Blight bowed and then departed to fulfill the order. Alone, Dominion held out his hand. “Now to build the new breed of soldier.”

A talon extended from his thumb, which he used to slit his index finger. Blood began to drip out at a slow trickle, but rather than simply pooling at his feet, it spread out while growing in mass. It stretched across the entire floor, and then from the blood, they rose. These weren’t mere spirits given corporeal form, these were biological entities. Each was imbued with one demon and ten wraiths, with their minds shaped around the order of total obedience to Dominion. He injected their minds with knowledge and heightened processing ability, making them far more versatile and useful than his deranged pets. He watched them rise, their hulking bodies taking shape, and couldn’t help but let slip a laugh in anticipation of the holocaust waiting to happen.

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It was midnight when the ground began to shake, a frigid evening with a steady snowfall. What shook the ground were the rhythmic footfalls of Dominion’s unholy troops as they marched down the streets of the capital. There were only a hundred of them, but their monstrous size and great weight gave them concussive synchronicity. Ten feet in height, their limbs were like tree trunks. Not only were they thick with muscle, but their flesh was covered in a dark bone armor. Their prints in the snow were massive, measured not in inches, but feet. Their faces had no lips, exposing their triangular teeth, while their eyes were blood-red without any discernable retina or iris. Their heads were decorated with bulbous horns, reminiscent of the headpieces of Egyptian pharaohs, with beard-like tusks growing from their chins. On their shoulders were folded wings, but it was a mystery if such massive creatures could actually fly.

“Hulks”, they were called, for obvious reasons. Like the sentinels, they were a branch of the new race that Dominion nicknamed “the spawn”.

Following them were Misato’s men, each of them nearly at the breaking point. They had been given their orders, they knew what was coming, and they wanted to resist with every fiber of their being, but even if it weren’t for the evil spirits hiding in their shadows, the behemoths before them had broken their spirits. It was as if the Devil had taken the very essence of violence and granted it physical form. Their enlarged knuckles, tipped with what almost looked like segments of a spinal column, could rip through flesh and pulverize bone with ease. Just as terrifying were the sentinels, the lanky black troops marching alongside. They only spoke when one of the men lagged behind or looked like he was wandering, a quick and harsh threat to return to formation. Like the hulks, they didn’t carry weapons, but that was because they didn’t need them.

This late at night, there was almost no one out on the streets, save for those who worked night shifts or were stumbling out of bars. The sound of footfalls would draw their attention, where they’d stare in utter disbelief, assuming their eyes were playing tricks on them or it was some kind of prank. Then the reality would dawn on them and instincts would take over.

On Main Street, a man was heading to his car after locking the doors to his diner, but upon seeing the marching beasts, his fatigued steps became a hurried sprint. He ran to his sedan and jumped in, but as he fumbled with his keys, the driver-side door was ripped off. One of the behemoths had raced over, its speed nothing short of a cheat. The man screamed as it pulled him out of the car, its hand large enough to crush his skull like a grape. With the man in its grip, it returned to the army and moved to the back, where a school bus was waiting. The man was thrown inside, where he was forced to take a seat at gunpoint. There were others already on the bus, most of them homeless people who had been grabbed off the street.

The army spread out through the city, a combination of men and monsters tasked with capturing every inhabitant. Misato’s men, sick to their stomachs and terrified, stormed into apartment buildings. At each unit, they’d bust the door open, guns aimed at whoever they found inside. Thanks to the records they had taken, they knew exactly which buildings to strike and who they would find. Men, women, children, and the elderly, they were dragged from their beds under threat of death and tossed into buses and trucks. Standing in the snow, barefoot and barely clothed, many wept in fear and confusion, but their tears turned to ice on their cheeks. Those that resisted or tried to run were caught and dragged back by the sentinels. Even hospitals were raided, every patient taken, even if they couldn’t walk or had to be kept on life support. Dominion had plans for them.

If the hulks were tanks, then the sentinels were foot soldiers. Each one was a combination of three wraiths, giving them more than triple the spiritual power in their bodies than a human. One spirit in a body granted normal function, like a human. The second provided enough energy for metabolism and cellular respiration to no longer be necessary. They didn’t need to eat, sleep, or breath. The third provided enhanced endurance and healing, making them immortal. Bullets could rip through their flesh, but no injury could kill them.

Gunfire filled the night, armed inhabitants trying to fight back. The muzzle flashes lit up the streets and the pops drowned out the howling wind. Everyone in the city was waking up from the commotion and grabbing their weapons as they heard the screaming of their neighbors. To answer this challenge, the next wave of Dominion’s spawn advanced to the front line. Walking on four legs, their muscular forms resembled giant pit bulls, but were hairless and their skulls were more like a spider’s. They had four massive pincers and a large eye where their throat should have been.

These creatures took the place of the human collaborators and the sentinels, as they were immune to the pathetic resistance that the citizens put up. They burst into people’s homes, either smashing down doors or breaking through windows. Men, desperate to protect themselves or their families, rained hot lead upon them, but not only did the bullets barely break the skin, the wounds healed almost instantly. Their bodies, imbued with five spirits, were all but immune to anything not made of silver. Unlike the sentinels, which might be slowed down or dismembered by strong prey, these hounds were unstoppable. The beasts then lunged, grabbing their victims with their pincers like a bear trap and then dragging them outside.

As the smaller beasts handled the fighting inside, the behemoths were busy chasing down cars and battling residents on foot. They raced across the snow-covered ground like they were weightless, propelled by colossal muscles and inhuman power. On one of the roads leading out of the city, a cop car had stopped and the officer, not on Misato’s payroll, was opening fire with an M16. One of Dominion’s troops charged towards him, a deep grunt rumbling in its throat with each mighty footfall. The bullets struck its armored hide but might as well have been ping pong balls. It leapede into the air, released a mighty roar, and brought its fist down onto the hood of the car. It punched through the sheet metal like paper and ripped out the engine. It grabbed the officer and crumpled his gun, then proceeded to drag him back.

On one of these buses, everyone was packed together so tightly that they couldn’t move. There wasn’t even enough room to actually sit on the seats. There were two of Misato’s men, the driver and the armed guard. The guard had his weapon raised, ready to shoot anyone who stepped near him.

A man took a chance, he leaped forward and tried to take the rifle out of his hand. Fighting for control over the weapon, the guard inadvertently pulled the trigger, shooting a woman in the eyes and splattering brains and blood across her fellow prisoners. More joined in, trying to take the guard’s weapon, but hearing the commotion, one of the hulks forced open the door and released a deafening roar into the bus, silencing everyone and crushing any hopes of escape.

Once the apartment buildings were taken care of, Dominion’s forces crossed the river into the suburbs. This time, the hulks were in charge of collecting prisoners. They didn’t even bother kicking down doors, they just ripped the houses open like cardboard boxes and grabbed the people inside. The citizens resumed trying to fight, of course, but no bullet or blade could break through their armor plating. The spawn were forbidden from killing anyone, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t get rough. Those that resisted would get slammed and punched with their boulder-like fists, beaten to within an inch of their life until falling to the ground in a pool of blood. Many people succumbed to their injuries, but like their master, the beasts could harvest the soul of whoever they killed.

Once the buses and trucks were filled to maximum capacity, they returned to the warehouses, driving past perimeter walls and barbed wire fences. At the entrances to the buildings, the people were forced out of the vehicles and then divided up. The old were separated from the young, husbands separated from their wives, mothers separated from their children, boys separated from girls. They were sent to different warehouses for processing. This task was performed by guards with snarling attack dogs. These dogs were originally used to help patrol the Misato estate, but now they were terrorizing the innocent, making children scream in fear.

It was a disorienting and terrifying experience, being deafened by shouting orders and barking dogs, blinded by searchlights beaming down on them from watchtowers, and bludgeoned by the guards trying to avoid punishment by the overseers. Many of the captured men had been contractors and construction workers, hired to build these facilities. Only now did they realize that they hadn’t built a meat processing plant or anything like that. It was a concentration camp.

On a catwalk over the entrance to the main building, Blight watched the huddled masses driven inside. Many saw him, saw his “face”, but it was far from the most terrifying thing on this night. Upon entering the warehouses, first came the confiscation. With guns pointed at their heads and monsters surrounding them, the people were stripped of their belongings. Though, considering they had been taken from their beds, there wasn’t much to take. All they had were the clothes on their backs, maybe some jewelry.

Then their heads were shaved. The men struggled to put up a brave front, but the women and children screamed and cried. They were tied to chairs, staring at the inhuman sentinels working the clippers with their spidery fingers. Then they were all hosed down and deloused. This task too was performed by the sentinels, holding fire hoses and washing everyone en masse. Naked bodies were crammed together, both by the guards and by the water pressure. Everyone shielded their faces from the brutal spray, harsh enough to almost tear flesh, but they couldn’t even see through the clouds of delousing agent thrown at them. For clothes, they were given prison-style uniforms.

The last step was the branding. Performed by the sentinels, every citizen had their name recorded and a corresponding number burned onto their face. No tools were used, the spawn simply held out their index fingers and their claws would glow red hot. The civilians screamed and fought to escape, to turn their faces away from the incoming burn, but all were marked, and all screamed in agony. Even Misato and his men were branded under threat of death. Like Dominion’s slaves, the brands locked their souls to their bodies, so even if they committed suicide, they could still be harvested.

Their IDs corresponded to their professions, with one’s level of usefulness determining their quality of confinement. Collaborators (C) and their families got to go home. Doctors and other medical professionals (M) were given solitary prison cells, each with a sink and toilet. Skilled engineers, craftsmen, and technicians (W) were housed together in massive pens. It was a forest of triple-level bunkbeds, and against the far wall, a line of toilets and sinks. Aside from the clothes, they were each given a single bowl for meals. The rest (L) were just housed in similar pens, but forced to sleep on the ground like animals. Their only bedding was an insulating mat on top of the cold concrete. The sick and the crippled were housed elsewhere until they could be used. Regardless of one’s level, everyone was watched at all times by sentinels, patrolling on catwalks above their heads.

In the male and female children’s holding chambers, the chorus of screaming was deafening. Traumatized, confused, terrified, and with burned faces, they either stood in one spot or lay on the floor, crying for their parents. Teenagers were housed with the adults, but children from infancy to twelve were locked together. Other than the sentinels watching them with utter indifference, they were joined by some of the elderly and any lactating women, tasked with taking care of the infants and toddlers.

This process went on for the whole night. Dominion’s troops fanned out farther and farther, breaking into houses and shipping the inhabitants back to the concentration camp. Only the homes of the human collaborators were left untouched, their families spared only as long as they followed orders. Dominion’s beasts were stationed at every road leading in and out of the city, to capture anyone who might be traveling through. By dawn, the streets of Augusta were silent as a graveyard. No stores were opened, no cars on the road. The only sound came from the riverside, a chorus of agonized wails as the citizens were forced to accept their new life.

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Choking, gagging, spitting, dripping, the sound filled Misato’s office. Though, by now, it would be more accurate to call it Dominion’s office. Sitting in the chair behind the desk, he had his fingers wrapped in the hair of Cho and Hijiri and was controlling their movements as they took turns sucking him off. They wept in disgust as they were forced to slurp up each other’s saliva. Their faces were covered in the mixed fluids. If they took the initiative, he wouldn’t pull on their hair. Cho learned that if she juggled his balls on her tongue while Hijiri worked the shaft, his grip on her would ease.

“You girls are getting good. Your bodies have adapted to relish the feel of your master. You’re getting better at choking on my cock without actually suffocating. What are you?”

“We are Master’s cum slaves,” they both whimpered while avoiding his gaze.

“That’s right. Cho, time to put that slutty body to work. Get on, and show your sister the next stage that awaits her.”

Cho was hesitant, but not because she was trying to swallow her pride. No, there was none left. It was her fear of pain. She was still sore after he raped her in the shower the other night, she was even bleeding when he finished with her, but she knew that only greater pain awaited her should she make him wait.

She got up onto his lap, facing him, and tried to build up her strength as she felt him enter her backdoor. Hijiri watched in horror as Dominion’s cock pierced Cho’s anus, as she knew that the same thing would be done to her. Cho was wincing, but she gripped Dominion’s shoulders and began shaking her ass around to let him stir her up. Luckily, all the spit from the double blowjob lubed him up, so it didn’t hurt as much as the last time.

“That’s right, ride it like you love it.”

She obeyed, now bouncing on his cock, with her moans heard throughout the mansion. Her toned ass jiggled magnificently against his lap, with her tight ring stretched to its maximum width to accommodate the intruding mass. Her melon breasts jumped with each heave of her body, baiting Dominion into sucking on her nipples and chewing on her supple flesh. She looked at the ceiling and through the window behind him, not wanting to see his face as he violated her, and not wanting him to see her face as her body reacted.

She hated it, the stinging pain, the stretching of her ring, the stuffing sensation, everything. Every time she dropped herself down, his cock felt like it was ramming up all the way into her chest cavity and smashing through her innards. Despite that, she felt pleasure. Maybe it was some kind of subconscious defense system, a way for her body to find comfort in even the most horrific and agonizing situations, or maybe just a rush of endorphins trying to block the pain, but the violation was resonating with her. She could feel her fuse being lit, a countdown to a sexual explosion.

This was nothing new to her. Whenever he raped her, it was uncommon for her not to cum. His persistence, his strength, his skill, they overwhelmed her sexual tolerance and ripped open the floodgates, making her moan like an opera singer as she’d climax again and again. It was a shame she had gotten used to, but she hated it every time. It felt like he was rewarding her for being such a good slave, a compliment she never wanted. It almost felt like an attempt to excuse his cruelty up until that point, like she should be grateful for the abuse and rape.

Smack!

She had expected it, but she still cried out as he spanked her, just like in the shower. He smacked her other cheek, immediately reddening it, and her voice slipped free again. He spanked her again and again, the strength building, her skin bruising from the strikes, but she continued bouncing on his cock with even greater effort. If she hurried and made him cum, maybe he’d let her go, or at the very least, stop hitting her. Plus, the harder she worked, the less of the chance he’d punish her for not going fast enough. Yet those weren’t her reasons. She was riding him so hard because her body demanded it. It acted without her control, trying to fulfill all the conditions to reach orgasm.

Her face flushed, her cries reached that magical pitch, and then her motions were ended, replaced with a mind-shaking tremor as she had a stormy climax. She soaked him in her arousal, as yet again, he turned her body against her. She fell off his lap and landed on the floor, limp as a rag. Dominion then turned his gaze to Hijiri, and she automatically covered her head with her arms and tried to make herself look as small as possible.

“Please! Anything but that!” she sobbed.

Dominion grabbed her face and pulled her close, letting him jam his tongue into her mouth. He often kissed her, but it was far from a romantic gesture. His tongue, it was inhumanly long. He was able to manipulate it, just like the rest of his body. He sent it down her throat and tickled her gag reflex before pulling back. “You still think that begging will protect you? That I’ll ever change my mind because you ask me to? Oh honey…” He then held his finger up in front of her face and the tip glowed red hot. Hijiri tried to pull away, having been burned plenty of times already, yet his hold on her chin was firm. “Get on my cock, or I’ll press this right on your clit.”

Crying as always, Hijiri got off the floor and onto Dominion’s lap. Though, unlike Cho, she had her back to him. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close enough to wedge the head between her ass cheeks. She screamed as it entered her, adding yet another way she had been violated and defiled. She automatically tried to get off, but he pulled her down until it was all the way in to the base. To the sound of her wailing, Dominion lifted her up by the hips and began bucking his own.

Hijiri grabbed the edge of the desk for dear life as his cock dove in and out of her like a piston. Her position was awkward, she was basically leaning out backward, trying to minimize her contact with Dominion as he sodomized her. Her lack of enthusiasm earned her a burn on the inner thigh, so she changed her posture, instead holding onto the armrests of the office chair, and bouncing like her sister had done. It made the pain worse, but she did her best to put up with it. She continued riding him like that until her energy ran out, at which point, Dominion took over.

Rather than simply letting her fall off like Cho, he moved his hands under her knees and picked her up. With her feet in the air, he resumed fucking her, now able to get deeper and move faster than he could before. Her constant crying would pause with each slam, as if his cock was poking her lungs and making her hiccup.

“Take it, you little bitch,” he growled as he moved up to his maximum speed, thrusting so fast that he was almost a blur.

The rape continued on for several minutes until Dominion finally grunted and emptied an inhuman amount of semen into Hijiri’s anus. Keeping the exhausted Hijiri on his lap, he swiveled the chair toward Cho. He pulled his semi-erect cock out of Hijiri and pointed it at her sister.

“Go ahead, suck it clean.”

Cho did as told, taking his dick in her mouth and licking away his cum and fluid from her sister’s asshole. Countless times before, he would rape one of them until climax and then make the other clean him off. The only difference this time was that the rape had been anal. He then lifted Hijiri’s legs higher, pointing her asshole at Cho. It was gaping wide, deformed like cheap Tupperware coming out of the dishwasher. It would take some time to tighten back up, and until then, his semen was trickling out of her like syrup.

“And lick her clean as well. Every last drop.”

Cho shed a single tear of shame and then lowered her head once again. Hijiri covered her eyes, not having it in her to watch as her sister drank cum out of her wrecked anus. Cho was unwillingly diligent, running her tongue around in her sister’s ass and collecting every glob of cum she could read. She tried to ignore the combined flavors, and when she was done, she showed her mouth to Dominion, full of his seed. It was a rule that whenever one of them got his cum in their mouth, they had to show it, show their tongue submerged in a milky pond. Then, with his “permission”, they had to swallow it and then show him their empty mouths.

Dominion then dropped Hijiri to the floor like a discarded toy. It was just after dawn, meaning his prison was probably full to the brim by now. Time to check on the livestock.

=============

Fear manifested itself in two ways for the prisoners. It either kept them wired and awake, or its drained their energy and they fell asleep. For those who were awake, they asked the same questions over and over again. What was going to happen to them? Where were their loved ones? Who was doing this? What were those grotesque monsters that had captured them? Was there any chance of help arriving? Was it possible to escape?

It was amazing that the rest could fall asleep, that they could close their eyes and relax enough to drift away when surrounded by such horrors. It was also rather simple. Their minds couldn’t process what was going on, so their bodies simply shut down like a frozen computer. Perhaps they subconsciously hoped that if they closed their eyes and fell asleep, they’d wake up back in their beds and realize that this had all been a crazy nightmare.

As the sun rose, frustration replaced fear. In the men’s worker and laborer pens, the prisoners were regaining their mental bearings. While the women in their pens remained docile, the men were getting rowdy, driven by anger and claustrophobia. They were suppressing their memories of the previous night, their fear. They were attacked by monsters and imprisoned, but surely that was just because they didn’t fight back hard enough. They were just rusty and caught by surprise. Of course their guns had wounded the beasts, no monster was invincible. Plus, there were the human collaborators. Who did they think they were, doing this to people? They didn’t have the right to keep them imprisoned! They just had fight their way out!

Each pen had two exits. One was on the ground level, the passage they had been delivered through. They were heavy steel doors, wide enough for crowds to move through at a time. The other was up on the catwalk overhead, for patrolling guards, both human and spawn, to use to enter and leave then pens. The Laborers, having nothing but their fists, attacked the steel doors like waves hitting rock. The Workers turned to their cots, trying to use them as ladders to get up to the catwalk. The men hurled curses at the sentinels above their heads, swearing to kill them and break free. The beasts did nothing, but that was because they were ordered not to act during full-scale riots like these. There was another means of dealing with it.

In the center of the concentration camp stood the main utilities and office building. It was where deliveries were made, food was prepared, and all orders and bureaucratic tasks were taken care of. On the top level was the head office. It was vast, with walls of black metal and concrete, almost dungeon-like. When Dominion arrived, it would be his to use, but in his absence, this prison was run by Blight. He sat at an expansive desk, and behind him, a vast window cast the winter’s gray light on the back of his chair.

He didn’t react at all to the message he received, sent directly to his mind by the sentinels guarding the prisoners. As creations of Dominion, Blight and all the other half-dead could communicate telepathically with their master and each other. In this case, a message was not necessary, as he was already well aware of the riots forming. He could hear the shouting, feel the stomping feet and beating fists. Blight shook his head and clicked his nonexistent tongue.

“These poor humans, so ignorant, so impatient.” He got up from his chair and walked out from behind the desk. His overcoat, hanging off his shoulders like a cape, swayed with each step. “They do not know the truth of how lucky they are. They don’t know the glory of serving the Almighty, of being part of his plan. They must be punished for refusing such a glorious purpose.”

Killing intent flooded from Blight like radiation, aimed directly at the male pens where the riots were happening. He didn’t aim it at the female or children’s pens, as that would likely do more harm than good. The workers and laborers, despite their fury, all fell silent. They felt it, the evil chill, like cold gun barrels pressed to the backs of their heads. While it was true that Blight could project killing intent like Dominion, his wasn’t nearly as strong. He was cruel, but he lacked that predatory malice, that sadistic drive to inflict pain. His was more machinelike, like a siren blaring of imminent danger. The men all gave in, sensing that only death awaited them if they continued their efforts. They would be slaughtered without a second thought, like they weren’t even living things.

The double doors to the office swung open, Dominion strutting inside. “A riot?” he asked.

Blight immediately got down on one knee. “Just the beginnings of a few, but they have been silenced. I apologized for letting you see something so unsightly.”

“No matter. Where did it happen?”

Dominion walked over to the desk and Blight laid out a map of the facility. “All the male Laborer and Worker Pens. The sentinels have reported that the Medics are putting up a fuss, but there is little they can do inside their cells. It’s more a matter of noise.”

“Just give the Medics some breakfast, that’ll shut them up. As for the workers and laborers, we’ll let them go hungry for a bit. That ought to dampen their spirits. Then begin a health check for the women. I want to know who is ready for breeding.”

As per his orders, breakfast was handed out, but the quality of one’s meal depended on their ID. In the Medic cell blocks, several sentinels pushing food carts down the aisles. Breakfast for the doctors and nurses was standard prison issue, a bit of meat, vegetables, an apple, and milk. Unlike regular prisons, there was no mess hall. Nobody was allowed to leave their cells, everyone ate where they were.

Since the L and W men would be going hungry, breakfast was only delivered to the women and children. In the female Worker pens, the doors swung open, and the women screamed in terror at the sight of one of the behemoths standing in the doorway. Guards swarmed in. “Back up! Back up!” they yelled.

Seeing human faces, the women begged for mercy, for freedom. “Why are you doing this?” The question was asked again and again, but the guards weren’t allowed to answer. Their job was to hold the prisoners back as a sentinel came in, pushing a cart with a giant vat of stew. It was a collaboration of different meats and vegetables, everything the human body needed. It was made in bulk and made cheap, and for the Workers, it was perhaps the only thing they’d be eating for the rest of their lives.

“Line up for breakfast!” one of the guards shouted.

The smell of the stew and the offer of food ended most of the crying and questions. If their captors were giving them something, then that something could also be taken away. The women obediently formed lines through the maze of bunk beds, each one holding the bowl they had been given. One at a time, they fearfully approached the sentinels manning the vat of stew. They all remembered beasts like these dragging them out of their homes and throwing them into buses and trucks. The towering sentinel simply yanked the bowls from their hands, filled them, and shoved them back. More than one woman had her breakfast spilled in the process. What the women didn’t know was that their food was laced with growth hormones and fertility supplements.

In the female Laborer pens, a similar scene took place. The women were roused to their feet, having nothing but the floor to sleep on. Breakfast for them came in the form of rubbery protein bars, made from the byproducts of the stew the Workers got, and just healthy enough for someone to live on. This was why the Laborers hadn’t been given a bowl for their meals, all they would ever get were these protein bars.

The children were given the same meals, but naturally fussy, they had to be coaxed into eating their food by those tasked with caring for them. Or they were just threatened by the sentinels.

After breakfast, guards moved through the Medic cell block, each with a roster of names and numbers. They were after doctors specializing in fertility and women’s health. They were pulled from their cells and brought to an infirmary in the concentration camp, an infirmary that they would be staffing. Then, the guards returned to the female Worker and Laborer pens, and women at random were dragged to the infirmary.

There, they were given full medical checkups, but as per orders, the doctors had to focus their questions and examinations of the women’s fertility and menstrual cycles. Files and reports were made, and the process continued with every woman thirteen years old or older.

=============

Dominion sat in his office, looking over the recorded data for the concentration camp. It seemed he had met his first real obstacle since beginning this crime against humanity: the tedium of paperwork. He had spent years planning this all out, yet only now did he realize bureaucracy was required. In the future, he’d have more subordinates to delegate this work to, but for now, he was forced to reap what he sowed. He glanced down at a list of food expenses, then looked up. Where there had been nothing, Blight now stood, with a stack of files under his arm.

“Lord Dominion, thirty women are currently ovulating.”

“Good, let me see.” Dominion received the files and looked them over, holding up in particular. “This one, L623, the doctor said that she’s too small to safely carry a baby to term. Let’s ignore her for now, but make sure she starts receiving growth hormones. We need to widen those hips of hers. Also, check to see who the husbands are of the married ones. If their husbands are useful, then they’ll be easier to control if their wives aren’t in the breeding program. If their husbands are just Laborers, then there is no need to spare them.

The rest all look promising. Very well, have them brought to the breeding chamber. I’ll gather some of the guards. I believe they’ve earned a reward for their service.”

=============

Flanked by two sentinels, Blight opened the doors of one of the female Worker pens. Just like with the behemoth, his arrival drew screams of terror from the women. “W108! W76! W5! Front and center!” he yelled. Despite not having a mouth, his words were unnaturally clear and loud, but no one stepped forward. Perhaps they were too afraid to approach, maybe they simply didn’t recognize their numbers. Either way, their incompetence was holding him up, thus making him look incompetent to Lord Dominion. Regardless, he had other ways to find them.

While his eye sockets were empty, his vision was perfect, bordering omnipotent. As a high-ranking creation of Lord Dominion, it was one of his abilities. Everything within the pen was visible to him, like millions of tiny eyes filling the air. He could see every face, every crack and crevice in the walls and floor, every single loose thread poking out of the cots. It took him less than a moment to locate the three women. He then raised his arm and they rose into the air, picked up by his telekinesis. They had no means of resisting him, no way to fight back as he drew them over to him.

“If your reluctance leaves me late, then I assure you, your punishment will be severe.”

Then he took them along, heading off to find the next girl on his list. Of the original thirty women originally ***********ed, only nineteen fit Dominion’s parameters. Once they were collected, he led them outside of the building. These women had all been captured less than twelve hours ago, yet to them, it felt like it had been years since they had been outside. The deathly cold crushed their spirits, the morning sun feeling more like a barren UV light, and the breeze coming off the river was raw. They were all in prison uniforms, they weren’t meant for temperatures below freezing.

As they walked towards the next building, the same thought went through the minds of every woman: ‘Can I escape?’ It was a thought either rejected immediately or desperately clung to. The desperate ones looked around, trying to figure out what they were up against. Unfortunately, now that it was daytime, they could see just how inescapable this place was. This concentration camp not only had human guards patrolling atop walls and watchtowers, there were also roaming spawn, scouring the place like scavenging animals, always on the lookout for people being where they didn’t belong. Even if they could somehow avoid being spotted, there were countless walls and fences, all with razor wire. There was no way to escape.

They soon arrived at building just a stone’s throw away from where they had left. The doors opened and the women were pushed inside. They had entered a single massive room, half the size of one of the holding pens. What awaited them, under fluorescent lights, was a long row of Medieval stocks.

“Strip off your clothes and assume the position,” Blight ordered.

One of the women, an early-twenties firecracker, turned to him with a look of fury. “You’d better kill me now, because I’ll die before I get in—”

She was silenced as Blight’s saber returned to his sheath, despite none of the women having seen him draw it. The rebel then fell to her knees, screaming in agony with blood pouring from the side of her head. On the ground beside her lay her severed ear. It was utterly inhuman, not just the act, but the speed he had performed it. No one had seen the swing. She didn’t even realize it had happened until it was over.

“Strip off your clothes and assume the position,” he repeated.

The other women, weeping in fear and despair, obeyed. They slowly took off their clothes, exposing their trembling bodies to the uncaring half-dead. They opened the stocks and put their heads and arms through, then the sentinels closed and locked them. They also picked up the wounded woman and secured her. Now all nineteen women were bent over, their heads and hands bound. They could only look at each other’s tear-streaked faces, with their literal bare asses hanging in the cold.

The doors again opened, and this time, it was Dominion, leading a group of guards, all wondering why they had been pulled from their duties. As they saw the naked women, their hearts dropped into their stomachs.

“Gentlemen, you’ve all served me well these past few months. You’ve fulfilled every order without complaint. As such, I have seen fit to reward you for your efforts. Use these women to release your pent-up stress. Go ahead, do as you see fit.”

“Sir, please, don’t make us do this,” one of the guards pleaded.

Blight grabbed the hilt of his saber. “You would refuse such kindness from our Master?! Blasphemy!” he hissed.

“Calm yourself, Blight. I thought by now you men would understand. You are going to rape these women, and you can either do it willingly, or I can force you. You’ve spent your whole lives living in fear of the law, of judgment, of repercussions. Even when working for Misato, you could never truly indulge your cruelest desires. I’m offering you the chance to do just that. You won’t get into any trouble for this. Turn these women into your toys. Abuse them, violate them, make them scream as loud as you want. There won’t be any consequences.”

The women sobbed and begged for mercy, but Dominion silenced them with a wave of bloodlust. However, many of the men were also crying. “Sir, please! I have a wife at home!” one of them begged.

“And if you don’t rape the women in front of you, I’ll bring your wife here, lock her up in the next empty stock, and show you know it’s done.” He then turned his attention to the guard assigned the first woman in the line. “You, whip it out.”

“Please…” he cried.

Dominion hit him with some bloodlust and the man took out his organ. Despite the fact he was in a room with naked women and given a green light to fuck one of them, it was understandable why he was hung like a field mouse. “Now, put it inside her or I’ll have Blight slice it off. You have until the count of five. One… Two…”

Both he and his victim pouring tears, he stepped up to the woman’s pale rear end. She begged him not to, but he clumsily pushed his manhood into her slit. At first, it was like trying to cram a marshmallow into a coin slot, but the more he mashed it against the entrance, the more it reacted. Finally becoming hard, he forced himself into her pussy all the way, and she screamed like it was a knife driven into her back. With his hands on her hips, he began slamming into her. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” he sobbed.

“The rest of you, get to it. You aren’t allowed to stop without finishing inside them.”

The men all went to work, some of them with surprisingly little issue. The long chamber was filled with wails and screams as the women were raped. To feel strangers smashing around inside of them, while they were locked up like criminals, it was agony beyond de***********ion. Several of the men began really getting into it. Their thrusts became faster and more brutal, curses were muttered, and they even started spanking their victims. It seemed that they were finally finding their rhythm while working for Dominion.

One by one, the men all finished and pulled out, each woman left with a frothy creampie. They hurriedly put away their shame and faced Dominion. “Feel better now? Just know that whenever you want to, you can take a woman and use her however you want, or men, if you’re into that. You can even use children if you wish. Whatever, I don’t judge. Now, back to work, all of you.” The men hurriedly left and Dominion looked over the weeping victims. It was rather annoying that he couldn’t take part, but unfortunately, he was sterile. With so much spiritual energy inside him, his sperm were too powerful to fertilize an egg. He had experimented many times, but whether it was the twins or victims in the past, he simply proved incompatible with them. “Blight, wait four hours and bring in the next group of guards. Let’s not allow a single egg to go to waste.”

=============

The next day, the male Workers and Laborers were begging for food, but their punishment for the riots wasn’t finished. They’d be allowed to eat the next morning, but that was because they had work to do.

Sitting behind his desk, Dominion was trudging along through a mountain of paperwork. At his side were three women, taken from the pens. They were former secretaries and assistants, now serving him. To ensure their obedience, he had turned them from humans into half-dead homunculi like Blight, infusing them with evil spirits and rewriting their souls and personalities. Like Blight, it manifested in horrific transformations. For the women, their eyes and mouths had been stitched shut by a cord made of their own hair. Despite that, their vision was perfect, and they were able to talk with perfect clarity. They weren’t that attractive to begin with, but that made it easier for him, less of a distraction.

The doors suddenly opened, but he was not surprised. It was Blight, fulfilling his assigned task. Behind him were a crowd of contractors, engineers, architects, electricians, and city planners. They stared at Dominion in fear and wonder. They knew that he was the one in charge, but how in the world did he command all these monsters? Did he wield some kind of black magic? Or was he himself just a monster disguised as a human?

He got up from his desk and circled around. “Gentlemen, welcome. I’ve gathered you here today because I have a task for you.” He glanced back at his three secretaries. “Bring our guests their breakfast.” She wordlessly bowed and departed, then he returned his attention to the Workers. “You are all experts in your fields and you know this city.” He snapped his fingers and a large table materialized in the center of his office, conjured up from thin air. It was covered in rolled up maps, blueprints, and schematics. “Your task is to expand this prison to incorporate the entire city. Every building must be absorbed, repurposed, and connected. The number of prisoners is going to skyrocket, so I need room to hold them all.”

The men exchanged fearful glances. It was one thing to become a prisoner, one could maintain their integrity in that situation, but to aid this tyrant in tormenting others was to sell one’s soul. Dominion’s secretary then returned, pushing a tray full of bowls of stew. That smell erased all thoughts, the need to feed silencing all other feelings.

“Go ahead, eat up.”

The men took the bowls and greedily devoured the stew. They weren’t given spoons, they just slurped it up while making messes of their uniforms. Blight became tense, enraged by the lack of decorum in front of a supreme being.

“Serve me willingly, and your living conditions will improve. Manage the other workers, and I can offer you private cells, as well as protection for your loved ones. In time, you may even be able to commute from home. This is an offer that the lesser craftsman of your fields won’t receive, I suggest you go with it, because otherwise, I’ll simply twist your souls into puppets like I did my secretaries.

Blight will supervise your work, and I’ll be listening in. Now, get busy, and do not disappoint me.”

=============

The workers labored tirelessly for the rest of the day. They huddled around the table, looking over blueprints and discussing different actions to take. Water and power had to be rerouted, structural systems altered, the entire city changed. Blight was ever-present, directing them on what was needed, such as reinforced security and different facilities for varying functions. Dominion listened in as he worked, only taking a break to gather guards and have them inseminate the sixteen women from the previous day.

The next morning, all of the men in the Worker and Laborer pens were groaning in hunger. Fifty years ago, two days without food was a common occurrence, but this new generation had gotten accustomed to their quality of life during the reconstruction. Other than their begging, they had all been well-behaved, so they were finally given breakfast. To the Laborers, the protein bars could have been seasoned with diarrhea, and they would have eaten them anyway.

Then, orders were given, it was time to work. Only a group of about a hundred Workers and Laborers were given work detail, both men and women. Their job was to begin stripping out the buildings surrounding the prison of all useless items and materials. The hulks cordoned off the nearest city block so that no one would be able to run off during work hours, and the sentinels were tasked with watching everyone, making sure that they did their jobs efficiently. Useless furniture, knick-knacks from stores, anything that wouldn’t be needed was hurled into dump trucks driven by human guards. Cars were moved aside for future use, and all food found was to be catalogued and brought back for storage, while cooking machinery like ovens and walk-in freezers were left in place.

As expected, it was freezing outside, and no one was given any winter gear. The only way to stay warm was to work. At the same time, renovations were being done to the prison itself. Corridors were being set up, connecting buildings that hadn’t yet been joined. Access to the outside had to be minimized, there couldn’t be a single chance for escape. There were breaks for lunch and dinner, but everyone got the same thing they’d had for breakfast.

Other than meal time, there was no time for rest. Slowing down earned cracks from the whips in the hands of the sentinels. No one was allowed to sit, everyone had to be constantly moving. The workday didn’t end with the setting of the sun. Guards were switched out, but the prisoners kept working under the st

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