Chapter 117 – Episode 53 – Fourth Past Experience: Arte the Hunter (Things You Don’t Want to Happen Will Surely Happen)

*All characters appearing are adults.
*This is a fictional story that is nothing but fiction. Never follow

I don’t want to live anymore
I want to die.

I’d rather die than live as the seed of that bastard.

-Hunter Arte 〈 Arte’s Diary 〉-

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“Huh? Heuuuuu!”

Even today, as ever, Arte is being raped by Barlow.
I had to lie down with my legs spread apart and let the cock come in.
Arte’s pitiful screams grew louder as the vicious cock pounded the entrance to his womb.

“Haang, haang, haang, haang!”

Every time Barlow shook his waist, Arte’s breasts swayed as well.
The inside of Arte’s vagina carefully wrapped around the pillar that came in, as if it had been tamed by Barlow’s cock.

It feels like a warm blanket covering you.
Feeling better, Barlow pushed harder.

“I feel good today as well. No, I’m lower than yesterday, did you hold back from masturbating for me?”
“No! Whoa, who, for you, for you…”
“Then why are you squeezing like this? You’re not doing it because you want to!”
“Haha!”

Barlow pushes the waist harder.
The entrance to the uterus is pushed inward.
It wasn’t pierced, but the cock went in deep enough to change the shape of the womb.

“Haang, haang, haang, haang!”

Slowly pull back and push again as hard as you can.
Pull back again and push hard again.
Take it out, and keep pushing and repeating.

Little by little, Barlow’s prick made Arte’s cunt its own, as if slowly savoring delicious food.
Regardless of her master’s wishes, Arte’s cunt contracted with great pleasure as the cock entered her body.

The fact that she didn’t hate things like this at all made Arte despair.

‘I don’t hate it anymore.’

She was very sick the first time her virginity was taken away.

Barlow didn’t heat up, and pushed his cock recklessly.
Fresh blood flowed with the sound of flesh being torn.
Arte let out a scream in her pain, as if a hot iron club was being pushed inside her.

‘No no! Take it out right away, take it out right now!’

Despite Arte’s pleading, Barlow did not stop.
He continued to fuck her cock until it tingled.
Only when Arte’s womb was filled with her own seed did her barlow withdraw his cock.

‘Ugh, I’m going to kill you. I will definitely kill you.’

Arte did not forget her shame at that time.
She swore that by all means she would avenge this disgrace.

However, no matter how long she waited, the day she fulfilled her promise never came.

‘Haang, haang, bar, outside, pack it outside! Please please!’

It was a daily routine to be raped by Barlow.

‘Huh, huh? Helle please, please release me!’

It was a daily routine to be trained by her brother in her torture chamber.

‘Oh, mother, don’t feed me this… Uhhhhh?’

Every day, she was forced to swallow a gourd of semen her mother brought with each meal.

Raped, trained, and forced to swallow semen.
This routine continued over and over again.
Arte’s body and mind, unable to escape from this daily life, began to slowly change.

‘Ha, ha, I want to pierce. That guy’s cock…’

The lower part was always empty.
She could not bear the emptiness that could not be filled.
Being stuck every day, if her barlow didn’t hug her, she felt strangely sad.

‘How, whoa, whoa, whoa!’

She wanted a thick cock like Barlow to come in.
Wanting to appease her emptiness, Arte secretly masturbated when no one was around.
He brought her index and middle fingers together and squirmed into her vagina, then put her breasts in her mouth and sucked on her side.
She always fantasized about having sex with her barlow while she masturbated.

‘Oh, no, I didn’t like him…’

Arte was horrified that she thought this way.
Even when she saw that the floor was soiled with love juice, she denied it, saying she didn’t do it because she wanted to.

But she already wants Barlow with both her body and her mind.
She won’t even have her pussy constrict on its own if she doesn’t want to.
She won’t get wet on her own, and she won’t cover his cock on her own.
She wouldn’t have even imagined having sex with Barlow all the time.

In fact, she was already captured.
It’s just that she hasn’t yet been freed from the curse of revenge.

“Looks like it’s going to get cold. Please get pregnant today. I want to see them giving birth at the same time.”
“No, outside, outside, outside!”
“It’s already late!”

Her feet were pushed deep into her waist, and her semen squirted.
Thick semen filled the inside of her womb.
The seed of the man Arte hated filled her stomach.

“Ah, again, semen… In my belly…”

Her quivering Arte’s gaze was directed beneath her.
Pulled out of her cunt, Barlow’s cock was filthy with juice and semen.
The semen that couldn’t get into her pussy dripped onto the floor.

Arte was greatly astonished to see this, but

Haha, again, I fought like this again…”

Oddly enough, she didn’t hate it.
She was crazed before, but now she’s more receptive.
She was practically tamed.

‘Father, what should I do now?’

I want to kill the man in front of me.
He wants to avenge his father by killing him.

But at the same time, I want his cock.
Even if you don’t like it, getting stuck in a cock makes you feel better.
If you mix with him, all the accumulated resentment will blow away.

I want to deny it, but I just can’t deny it.
Even if I wanted to shout no, I couldn’t.
Now I even wonder why I have to take revenge.

What should I do now?
Arte was so confused.

“Sister, it’s not time to rest yet.”
“Huh?”

Helle lay down on Arte’s body.
Her sister’s voluptuous breasts interlock.
As Helle lay down, her sister’s breasts flattened, reminiscent of steamed buns.
To take in her master’s cock properly, Helle spread her legs just like her sister.

“The festival is not over yet. Look around, is anyone asleep now because they’re tired?”

Where we are now is the town square.
The people of the Black Lion tribe are enjoying the festival in full swing.
A festival to pray for the peace and good harvest of the tribe.

“Haaang, haang, haang!”
“No, I don’t want to do it anymore, I don’t want to do it!”
“Full of semen… Ah, I am happy.”

And always the last night ends with an orgy.
The tribal people enjoy the finale of the festival by mingling with their slaves.
They spurt each other’s desires while naked.

“No, no, no!”
“Please don’t fuck me. I don’t want to get pregnant!”
“Why, why am I doing this… Why with this guy…”

There are slaves who scream at the fact that they have to mix themselves all night,

Haha, I can feel it. I can feel the master’s seed coming in.”
“Haaang, haang, fuck me more. Make me a mess!”
“I will never call you trash again. So please eat my pussy as much as you want!”

There were also slaves who adapted to the reality and actively mixed their bodies with their masters.

“Haaang, haang, haang!”
“Whooooo!”
“Ho-ok, ho-oh-ok? Hooooo!”

The sound of flesh colliding with flesh.
The scent of lust fills the plaza.
No one is sane.
There are only people who want to make rice cakes.
Both those who hated it and those who liked it all fell into madness.

It was as if the beasts mated in groups.

“Have fun all night, sister. When my sister also had a festival, she drank until she threw up, right?”
“Is that the same as this?”
“Yes, I think.”

Helle pressed her face.
The dead green pupil was full of madness.

“Mix your body with your beloved master. Where else can you find more joy than this? Just like my older sister likes to drink, I also like to mingle with my master. I hope you enjoy your master’s cock instead of drinking!”
“Hey, hey…”
“Hele is right, Arte.”

At Helle’s words, her mother, Grissa, agreed.
He was sitting on her knees sucking her barlow’s cock.
She sucked carefully on his cock until it was drenched in saliva and bundled up.

“Whoop, whoop… This is not different from the festival in the village. Everyone is having fun. This is not painful.”
“But this guy is her father…”
“The enemy who killed her husband is right. I also wanted to kill the master.”

Like Arte, Grisa also wanted to kill Barlow.
Not only did she kill her beloved husband and rape herself, she even touched her precious daughter.
She always glared at such a man with her hateful eyes.
She vowed never to forget her grudge.

But that’s all a thing of the past now.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. All I need is my master’s cock.”

Don’t need all
I don’t need anything about my husband or revenge.

Only the master’s cock is needed.
Getting stuck in the master’s cock is the most important thing.
If you can eat a cock, you can leave your husband at any time.

Grisa, who had always been faithful to her family, had long since become a six-slave who looked only to Barlow.

“Oh, mother…”

Arte couldn’t believe her mother’s change.
She couldn’t believe her mother, who loved her father more than anyone else, said such a thing.
It’s enough if there is only a man who raped himself.

I’d rather this be a nightmare.

“Huh?”

But it’s not a dream.
Helle’s scream as she got stuck in Barlow’s cock made Arte realize that it was real.

As she realized, her face became even more despairing.

“Haang, haang, haang, sister, sister…”

The crackling sound is clearly audible.
Helle gasped for breath until she couldn’t speak properly.
Even as she gasped, she did not give up on convincing her sister.

“Give up now. We are fine No one wants their sister to take revenge. So, so, aaaaa?”

Helle let out a scream as her barlow’s cock went deep, her head thrown back behind her.

“Ha, ha, ha, the master’s semen is really warm.”

The inside of her vagina was filled with thick semen.
It was completely filled, and the semen that could not enter dripped onto the floor.
Helle was rigid for a few seconds with her neck bent, then she slumped.

“Ha, ha, uh, sister…”

Catching her breath, Helle whispered into her sister’s ear.

“Please be the master’s wife. She gets along well and becomes the master’s pet.”

After saying that, Helle fainted.
Her stunned Helle was laid beside Arte by her barlow.

“Haang, haang, do as Helle says, Arte.”

Next is grisa
Like Helle, Arte lay down on her body and spread her legs apart.
Between her spread legs, her feet rammed his cock.

“Haaang, haang, haang!”

Her barlow shakes her hips until there is a popping sound.
Grisa’s body trembled as well, and her mother and daughter’s interlocking breasts made the sound of rubber rubbing and stimulating each other.

“Thank you so much for working hard for us. Thank you so much for not forgetting us. But it’s okay now. I don’t have to suffer anymore. Because, why?”

Like Helle, Gar Sa too had her head thrown back.
The inside of her vagina filled with semen, her head tilted and stiff for a few seconds, then limp.
Grisa caught her breath and whispered into Arte’s ear.

“Don’t think of the owner as your enemy, consider him as Mr. West. That is the mother’s wish.”

Having said that, Grisha passed out.
Barlow laid Grisha next to Arte.

“Both of them want you to surrender.”

Barlow’s cock was still sticking out even though he had already hit it dozens of times.
Instead of fading away, he got a bigger erection.
I wonder what the heck I ate to make sure it doesn’t decrease.

“I wonder if the answer to this has come out soon enough. Do you still want to kill me?”
“I, I…”

Arte stepped back from her little by little.

“I don’t want to get pregnant.”

She tried to get away from Barlow even though she knew it was impossible to escape.

“I don’t want to have a baby like you.”

She was an enemy she hated so much.
She vowed never to forget the sin he had committed.
She vowed to seize the opportunity and end the man’s life.

But, why do I feel scared now?
Why does my body tremble when I see him now?

Have you ever been so scared of a guy you should hate?

“I don’t want to have a baby! I don’t even want to be a wife! Go away, go away, go away!”

To give up vengeance
To be his wife

How could that be?
I’ve been living only for revenge, but is it inevitable that it will end like this?
Shouldn’t at least the revenge be completed?

I don’t want to admit it.
I want to run away.
I don’t want to be a slave like my mother and brother.
I don’t want to lose myself.
Arte tried to run away.

“No, sister.”
“Where are you running, Arte? The festival is not over yet.”

Arte, who tried to escape, was caught by Helle and Grisa.
To keep her from moving, she grabbed each of her arms and hugged them tightly to her own chest.
At the same time, Helle and Grisa lifted Arte’s legs.

The entrance to Arte’s cunt, which was soaked in her semen, was exposed.

“It’s okay, sister. Even if she gets pregnant, she doesn’t die. I will help you when you give birth.”
“We will always be by your side. Let us not part any more.”

Helle and Grisa whispered in Arte’s ears.

“I will live my whole life for my master, sister.”
“Let’s live for the rest of our lives for Master, Arte.”
“Huh?”

At the same time as he said it, a loud, pounding sound was heard.
Barlow fucked his cock again.
Barlow began shaking his hips vigorously.
Arte’s breasts jumped loudly, and her mournful cry echoed in the square.

“Haang, haang, I don’t want to have it, I don’t want to have it. I don’t want to have it!”

Until the next sunrise, Arte mingled her body with her Balou.

“Haaang, haang, I don’t want to have it, I don’t want to have it…”

She kept pounding her rice cakes until she collapsed from exhaustion.

“I don’t want to have it. Don’t want to have I don’t want to have…”

She couldn’t stand it in the end and Arte passed out, but her barlow’s teasing on her back didn’t stop.
Her cock didn’t recede, and her semen didn’t stop.

“Ha, ha, go, I don’t want to have it. Like a baby… Go, take it, I don’t want to…”

Even with her murmur, a seed was planted in Arte’s stomach.