Karmic Release

 

Sagiri stared at a line of burning men before her, used to the sight of a particular prisoner set for execution outlasting the executioner as he stood atop a puddle of flaming oil, yawning.

"Y'know, you probably shouldn't get this close. I'm not trying to add you guys to my kill-"

"SHUT UP!"

The local magistrate stamped out the burning flames near him, panicking over the otherwordly sight of Gabimaru the hollow’s apathy towards the hellish torture that was supposed to kill him. He glanced towards Sagiri, hoping she could finally kill him, his existence mocking all common sense. For a second, it almost looked like she was smiling with the nervous expectation of a virgin on her wedding night, but the look must have been a trick of the flame. Her stoic appearance returned as she finished scrawling notes in the tiny journal she kept hidden in the pocket of her robes. She quickly shut it and it vanished within her sleeves as she turned to the desperate magistrate, ready to list her terms.

"Tend to the wounded, I can finish off Gabimaru the Hollow as you know him tomorrow, though I must prepare for a night. I demand complete privacy though as such an unorthodox criminal requires an equally unorthodox method of execution. I believe I don't have to explain the shogunate's rules towards those who try to peek in on its secrets."

That was a lie, this trip out completely selfish on her part as she ignored the bumbling magistrate and scrawled back over her notes, her heart beating at a steady rhythm as she watched them escort Gabimaru back to his cell, their last interview the following night. For once her own thoughts were loud enough to hush the cursed murmurs of the dead she had killed as she could hardly believe her luck, such a perfect foil to her own problems as she prepared for a lively execution. She had a hollow man to fill.

Gabimaru meanwhile was left wondering why he was even still alive. He hadn’t resisted the  governments attempts to kill him, yet he was stubbornly clinging to life it annoyed him, and he wondered what they'd try next while pacing around his cell. He didn't even have that girl who was interviewing him to kill some time with, still unsure exactly what she wanted from him. Actually now that he looked around, the guards typically near his cell weren't even there. Had they given up? They knew he could break out of here if he wanted to... right?

CREEEAAAAK

The door to his cell wasn’t oiled so it always rang out like a shock in the quiet ambience of the cell, the girl who had been interviewing him the last two weeks walking in excitedly as she sat near the bars of his cell. He wondered what had gotten her so worked up.

"Come here Gabimaru! I have exciting news to share!"

She was usually too serious for her own good, but maybe he pegged her wrong.

"Eh, okay, but when's the next executio--"

"That doesn't matter now!" She cut him off excitedly, her hand tensing along the hilt of her blade as she inched closer.

"I've tried to carry out my duties for many years, bearing the burden of karma, trying to find worse and worse criminals to assuage the burden that followed me after every death, but then I found you! You who had the same demons yet were unbothered! You who were fated to die, but refused. And finally I can free myself of this-"

"Sorry lady." Gabimaru said while waving his hands, not really in the mood for her life story. "But what does this have to do with-"

Mid-sentence Sagiri’s hand twitched, her blade flashing out of its sheath and slicing down Gabimaru with one fluid motion, cutting him in two. Well… that is what should have happened.

"WHAT DID YOU--?"

His question faltered as he felt his clothes slicing neatly down the middle, rendering him naked. Despite clothes being in tatters, his body seemed unscathed save for a small seam--too fine and thin to be called a cut--that ran down the front and back of his body. He poked it, finding the skin to be different than the layer of rock-hard flesh he had sculpted. As he turned to ask her what she had done, he became confused by thick shades now swirling around her, taking the form of headless corpses. Blood leaked down their tortured forms in trickles and spurts as they clawed at her form. Rather than being terrified, Sagiri looked elated at the confused horror on Gabimaru's face, knowing he could see her burden as she saw his own shadows of the dead surrounding him.

"Wonderful Gabimaru. I knew you could do it. Now please, show me how you would handle my karma."

The horde of beheaded corpses around her turned towards Gabimaru, running through the bars of his cell as he tried to move backwards, their fingers grabbing onto his flesh and digging in. He didn't even have time to scream, not that he would have, pain far worse than this given to him on a daily basis for his ninja training, yet the ghoul's hands were tearing him to shreds. Instead of pain however, there was a dulling numbness wherever their bloody nails tore at him. No, it was more like peeling, latching onto that seam of changed skin, picking at the edges, stretching his flesh further apart as strips of it tore loose, revealing soft skin underneath. Gabimaru looked on shocked as they dug in, a scream ripping from his lungs.

Gabimaru began to feel weak as the memories and experiences of each of his own haunts, his own kills, were being shredded by Sagiri's trauma. He tried his usual flame ninpou, igniting the oils on his skin to try and burn away the ghosts, but his flames quickly sputtered, no hope left as the last of his skin became hairless, smooth and pliable. What he didn't understand was the rush of sensation, a level of violation he had never experienced washing over him as he was grabbed by his shoulders, hands, feet, hips--even one harshly fumbling with his cock and failing. The ghouls gave his body a jerk in every direction they could as his frame shattered and broke.

He could do nothing but scream, pain pounding into his muscle as his joints creaked, his petite frame feeling like it was being pulled apart. Their naked body was gleaming under the torchlight as their frame extended, the loud pops echoing like the sounds of rocks simmering in a burning oil pit. A numbness soon returned to him as his spine popped out an extra foot, his arms and legs stretching into thin, reedy limbs until his whole body seemed as thin as a rake. Immediately after, the hands stopped pulling and instead held him down, pressing him to the ground as another spirit stumbled blindly towards his naked form. Its hands had nails sharp as claws, the cadaver stabbing its hand into the innards below his navel.

As its hand pierced his abdomen, it oddly felt like a pleasing tickle, Sagiri herself moaning as she felt the weight of her burden lessening. She was surprised to be feeling arousal at the bloody sight before her, but it felt like exaltation, the dead's anger finally giving her some respite as she continued to observe. The grotesque hand was digging around Gabimaru, making a ruin of his steel-like muscle, shredding it, only for the shreds to reform smooth and weaker. The dead man's hand was groping for something inside, submerging up to its elbow and finally stopping as its cold grip brushed his spine and grasped it tightly.

It stung like hell, yet as it shifted its thumb a spike of pleasure left him breathless. It yanked his spine forwards with a series of agonizing, ecstatic wrenches, its grip seeming inexperienced and reminding him of the first time he held a sword.

"Gaaah Sagiri! Stop this! What are you--?" He cried out, a terrible anticipation within his body building.

It released with the sound of shattering steel as his spine bent, his shape curving as the invading ghoul wrapped its arm around his arched back, almost like a lover, as it pulled its blood soaked arm out of him, letting go of his spine as the new curve held awkward on his lanky form. Another two corpses felt their way towards the cut, Gabimaru unable to writhe out of their deathly grasp as two more hands joined the first in violating his insides, their fingers denting visibly under his flesh without a speck of blood pouring form the wound. They squirmed under his sides, feeling until they found the bottom rungs of his ribcage and tore at them like a hungry animal would at the carcass of a bird. Inconceivable pleasure filled him yet again and he moaned through gritting teeth, his abdomen collapsing into supple curves, vision going white as an arm shoved its way into his puckered ass.

He tried to twist his upper body to see what was happening, but failing through a flurry of moans brought on by fingers piercing into his asshole, followed by a palm. Another arm joined the first, clenching the other side of his ass cheek as it tried to stuff its hands into the warmth of his insides, Gabimaru tensing his muscles to try and stop it. His body betrayed him though, the ghoul's fingers poking his g spot, creating pleasure both insistent and terrible, his muscles relaxing as the sudden pliability gave the dead all the hold they needed to break his hips apart.

Gabimaru could only guess as to what was causing the ungodly pleasure in his ass, corpses squeezing themselves into his body as his hips widened to a womanly widths, their arms now shoulder up into him. His cock was fully erect as its stumped head compressed and squeezed up his asshole, filling into his body as flesh undulated wildly from its invasion. The memories that had been creeping in were becoming clearer, each of the corpses individual deaths shoving into his mind as their bodies pulled inwards, his hands twitching as they remembered the grip of the sword, the tears of the bound men as they begged for mercy, the ease at which his sword cleaved through their--

A loud scream tore through Gabimaru’s lips, pleasure and horror mingling as the forms of the dead were diving deeper, now up to its waist inside, the fingers pulling into him all the while squashing his prostate with its feeble grinding. Soon its hands were sliding into his arms like sleeves, wearing Gabimaru like a jacket as its siblings pulled and groped at his form, shifting his body to make the invading corpse's job easier. With his cock now fully erect, the poorly jerking ghoul from before finally latched on, making Gabimaru squeal while the corpse inside merged with his body.

The stretched out, sallow skin of his limbs were coming to life, the bony fingers making his own flex and squeeze as fat and muscle caused the sunken flesh to swell. It filled his frame, not quite plump, but with a soft firmness to the muscle, all the way to his neck, the ghoul's chopped off neck slotting into his own. Sagiri wasn’t expecting to be this enthralled in the process, eyeing Gabimaru’s erection as her own loins filled with lust, thighs squeezing together to stem the flow of arousal as she heard her prisoner's voice bubble up, the tone quivering as it grew closer to her own softer moans. His body wrestled with her trauma, accepting it, absorbing it and starting to love it as the corpse halfway in began flailing its legs around.

It felt like a massive cock the size of a person was fucking him. All the flailing made the stump in his throat leak, black blood pouring from his mouth, his throat stretching like taffy as it dragged it higher and higher. It scraped against the inside, his body shaking as the scraping and his dry heaving dislodged his Adam's Apple as it melted into the black blood. moaning in a husky, familiar tone. The sound of Sagiri's husky, familiar voice was now moaning from his lips, addling his brains further, the memories flowing like a current as his cock was jerked by the dead. He knew the one invading was her first assignment, the first man he had ever killed as an asaemon, though wasn't he a ninja? The errant thought was quickly stifled by a harsh squeeze of his cock, his screams rising to a shrill sound as the last of its blood dribbled from her mouth, the rotten fluid now a sweet-smelling aphrodisiac as his body trembled on the brink of a revelation.

The person Gabimaru had been was fading, a hollow life full of violence and gore being swallowed by the ribcage clenching around his heart, straining out all his violent, negative feelings for something softer, a middle ground between violence and peace clawing its way in as the flailing legs finally found their hold, worming into his ass and down to his toes. He didn't want this, yet he moaned with a shameful need, his body reacting to the continued assault of the dead as his cock tensed in anticipation. The only good part of his life had been snatched away already, his only chance at love killed by his own work as his comrades had betrayed him. The clutch of the corpses were far more innocent in comparison to the traitors, their wants easier to understand, vengeance, warmth, stimulation. That last one sent his mind into a vortex, his asshole clenching as it felt like he was swallowing up the spirits with his body, all the malice and hatred becoming easy to bear once it was inside him.

Both legs thrashed some more, each foot honing itself like the blade he used for executions, slimming to a slender, dainty thing built for speed through centuries of swordcraft and foot positioning--all of that flexing into each arching form, calves and thighs bloating with the build and skill of the Asaemons. Gabimari was lost, craving the embrace of death as he thrashed about, helping push the full length of the legs in himself with a few backwards thrusts. Plump flesh wrapped around his cock and the final stabbing pierce of the corpse's body finally popped his prostate as ropes of cum and murky innards gushed from his cock, the hands in his stomach pulling in as he screamed for more.

Sagiri watched, fingering herself as Gabimaru's cock swallowed the form fully, basking in her own moans as she watched the lump swell a ball near to bursting before both were violently shoved inwards, a splash of blood, cum and sweat spewing from the newly fashioned opening as the form of the dead was absorbed into Gabimaru's consciousness. It was like a cock in his brain, the lump from below exploding in pleasure as he felt it crawl upwards, sliding up his neck and pounding into the back of his mind as his left eye clenched shut, shifting and growing as more memories pried into his thoughts. It wasn't terror he felt at the karmic burden he carried, nor pride that tempered the weight of the life. He felt frustration, annoyed that he had to do this, that the simpering whims of the dead were his responsibility, that none of his orgasms were satisfying to him.

Satisfaction was long overdue as another ghoul brushed against his cock, swallowed in the blink of an eye as more memories plunged into his brain, his scrotum inflating before popping entirely as two ovaries swam in the leaking remnants of his masculinity like fish in a pond. But why did he want to shoulder such annoyances? Who was he trying to protect? Why was he trying so hard? As he struggled to raise his neck, his eyes landed on Sagiri, her form making it all click as he smiled, understanding everything at once as the last of his thoughts squirted out, a high, pleased shriek ringing out as the emptiness inside finally claimed his cock.

"YES! YESSSS!" he cried out, as more of the dead apparitions were swallowed by his shrinking penis.

The burden of being a big sister was far more troublesome than anything the long dead ghosts could produce. She was but a burgeoning executioner reveling in the soothing touch of the dead as they became a part of her. They were drawn into her wherever there was an opening, her squealing mouth, her heaving labia, her bouncing asshole, all were pillaged as her curves swelled, her breasts rising from apples to melons as her white hair billowed out black with corruption, a long flowing ponytail logging each of their executions as the number of slain under her mind were nearly as numerous as the hairs on her head.

Her thighs bore down on the useless rod tucked between her legs, rolling it inwards as she no longer had need for any sword, especially not one between her thighs. The tip wobbled, clenching one last time before sucking in with a moist, aching squelch as she came. The orgasms were numerous, chaining together into a continuous pool of black corruption as her loins fired again and again, the ecstasy ravaging her face as bone and flesh carved into slender arrangements. Her body gave one final gush as the black corruption inside cleared until only a clear stream of fluids leaked from her aching pussy.

The new Sagiri gasped as her senses returned, a few of her sister's phantasms staggering around, waiting to be purified by her body, a warm contented smile on both their faces.

Sagiri had finally understood what she needed to burden the karma of her occupation, her sister's beauty reflecting her own as she saw not only the bad in taking a life, but the good in moving on, of helping others to get past their own grudges with a swing of their blade. To the freshly minted copy, this was her last job, an early retirement to find peace in the countryside next as images of a certain girl with a scarred face trembled in her mind, her womanhood leaking at the thought of leaving her annoyances behind. "Wonderful sister! Absolutely wonderful! I finally understand what I've been lacking." The original Sagiri cheered.

The other Sagiri smiled, sighing as the final vestiges of her sister's trauma grasped a breast, the others feeling up her body as she readied herself for another round of spiritual fucking. It was about time for her sister to get it through her head that she was fine as she was, and that she was far stronger than any of the other emotionless executioners, the strength to carry all the dead within her all along. But now wasn't the time for such detailed explanations. All she could do was smile as the corpses went down on her, her final task at hand as she moaned out, "You're too kind."