Side Story: Hell on Earth
Chapter 119
You... are... still... alive.
The military convoy drives briskly on the rocky road. The wheels bounce continuously; Liberte turns the steering wheel to the military camp located in the giant Western valley, surrounded by overlapping mountains like a swarm of bees nesting to protect the queen bee.
The army tightly surrounds the inner circle and closely wraps the outer circle, each one brimming with murderous aura, clutching weapons, ready to pounce and tear apart any invading enemy at any time.
The gate guards hurriedly open the giant iron gate, making way for the superior leading the soldiers under his command to enter the camp. The whole team gets out of the vehicle.
Liberte orders the soldiers under his command to move weapons, food, and daily necessities into the warehouse. He, along with An and the sisters Sonya and Tanya, goes to meet the Great General to discuss military affairs.
The war with the old regime is not over yet; the remnant Bo Dan army is recovering and occupying half of the territory... thanks to... allied reinforcements from abroad. The Great General points to the red dot on the east of the map, which is where there is a shortage of personnel.
"We need to reinforce our forces to hold out for an extended period."
The monarch and the Great General are planning a counterattack, but the military strength is not yet strong enough, army provisions are still lacking, and weapons are not yet complete.
"The armies are confronting the enemy on other fronts. We cannot divert troops to the Northeast anymore."
Liberte and his wife carefully listen to the Great General assigning tasks. He and his wife nod to accept the order. The Great General waves his hand to signal the three of them to leave. The Liberte couple bows to the Great General, goes to the parking lot, and drives straight towards the West. An smacks her lips and sighs:
"A long period of silence, and now it is continuous warfare again..."
Tanya and Sonya sit in the back seat, glancing at each other. The two women hide their smiles, listening to An throwing a princess tantrum:
"The future is so bleak, the devil knows if we still have a chance to receive the monarch's generous reward..."
Liberte gently places his hand on her fair, rosy thighs. An purses her lips, smiling triumphantly because her husband "loves" her in front of the two vixen foxes who are waiting for Liberte to bestow "love".
The two sisters remain calm as always whenever Liberte caresses An and gets intimate with the harem. The military sisters always maintain the image of soldiers... like... the Hive warriors risking their lives against the enemy on the front line. The two girls seriously listen to Liberte:
"Drive straight into the bleak future, torture it, force it to obey us... just like... the way the Hive conquers all challenges."
An giggles and smiles:
"So tonight, let's start the journey of conquering the future with a wedding night and have even more children, my love..."
Liberte bursts out laughing and says casually:
"One time with one person or multiple times with one person is not as good as multiple times simultaneously with multiple people..."
An quickly glances at the rearview mirror in the car, which reflects the image of the two sisters still sitting in their seats... but... their lustful eyes twitch slightly, betraying their fake calm demeanor, completely exposing the two vixens who are aroused and eagerly waiting for their husband to bestow his affection. The young lady giggles and teases her husband:
"You are too amorous. Be careful—try too hard and you'll end up among the deceased..."
Liberte smiles slightly:
"I just don't want to waste meaningless time..."
An teases him to stop making excuses, being addicted but acting shy. The husband and wife tease each other throughout the journey, mainly to relieve tension. The anxiety and constant fear of warfare destroying family happiness always weigh down their mood.
The people involved must utilize each rare minute and second of peace to relax their spirits, avoiding extreme depression turning into madness like all other weaklings.
Liberte steers the wheel left and turns right, driving straight to the western garrison area. The soldiers line up in a long queue, bowing their heads to greet the superior entering the barracks. Liberte then discusses affairs with Belief.
Everyone finalizes the plans to execute the orders from the Great General. Liberte asks about the health status of his relatives. Belief lightly punches his brother-in-law in the chest:
"Ji and Ange are taking care of the kids and nurturing their pregnancies. This time, the two of them become pregnant on the same day just like last time; the fetuses are as strong as their uncle."
Belief glances at Liberte's three wives, who are pursing their lips and smiling shyly:
"I have an urgent matter to handle. Goodbye. Tomorrow we must depart early. You guys remember not to stay up too late."
Liberte smiles faintly at the subtle joke. Belief raises his hand in farewell, quickly retreats, leaving the private space for the four of them to "battle" right in the room. The wild, delirious sounds intertwine with each other, echoing until late at night before sinking deep into a sweet sleep.
The alarm clock rings to wake everyone up to perform personal hygiene. The four of them dress neatly, pad their stomachs with fast food, drink a glass of energy milk, and prepare to depart, when suddenly a soldier comes to report:
"Sir, a soldier has just deserted."
The three wives are surprised. Liberte coldly asks who the deserter is. The soldier shakes his head and says:
"Report, the number of troops is too large; it is not yet possible to determine the identity."
Liberte asks where Belief is? The soldier says: "Belief ordered me to quietly deliver this message to you and strictly forbade any public disclosure of the matter."
Liberte secretly thanks his brother-in-law for giving him the opportunity to achieve merit.
"You tell Belief to depart with the military and civilians; I will lead the soldiers to capture the deserter."
The soldier bows to receive the order and leaves immediately. The three wives purse their lips and smile, praising and teasing Liberte for being eager to achieve merit for promotion.
The two sisters absolutely trust their husband to complete the mission, but anxiety still compels them to remind him to be careful. Liberte kisses each person's lips one by one, checks the military uniform and weapons, and secretly assembles the soldiers under his command. An asks to go along.
"Deserters are all desperate and reckless; they are even more dangerous than the enemy on the battlefield..."
An is full of confidence in her own ability:
"I not only know how to enjoy happiness, but also want to fight shoulder to shoulder with you."
Tanya and Sonya hear the sarcastic implication in the words, secretly cursing this young lady bitch for playing the role of a good wife. The two sisters request in unison to share joys and sorrows with their husband.
The girls pester relentlessly, insisting on following, anxious about letting their husband face danger alone.
Liberte inwardly sneers, mocking himself that there are countless women surrounding him, beautiful women willingly kneeling at his feet, but not a single person is sincere to him. Ironically, the person who gives true feelings turns out to be the enemy of his family.
Liberte's dissuasion yields no results, so he has no choice but to agree to take his wives to capture the criminal. The three women happily kiss their husband's cheeks:
"Thank you, my love!"
Through a secret passage, he leads the whole team out of the military camp. Liberte turns on the radar search, and the positioning screen displays every position where danger may exist.
They advance straight into the mist-shrouded deep forest. Liberte searches for a day in the forest but has absolutely no results. He then divides the soldiers into small groups of three:
"Report to teammates immediately upon detecting any abnormality."
The whole team receives the order and scatters in all directions. Liberte leads his three wives and walks towards the East. They carefully flip over every tree stump, dig up every single tree root, search every corner until dusk, temporarily lodge in a cave, and build a fire to keep warm.
Worried about the urgent task, Liberte and his wives do not forget the mission of life and death: to procreate offspring for the Hive. From the day the monarch issued the order to propagate human resources to obtain rewards, his family has utilized every day to sow seeds, racing against time to raise seedlings in anticipation of blossoming and bearing fruit.
Now is no exception. After thoroughly discussing tomorrow's search plan, the three women twist their bodies and remove their clothes piece by piece; each wife dances a hot, sexy dance, her whole body burning hot, transferring the heat to her husband, enjoying a feast of carnal desire in this desolate mountain forest. The fiercely burning fire of desire neutralizes the cold air circulating inside the bodies that are... climbing... wriggling... entwining... tightening... rolling around... in the surroundings.
Everywhere leaves traces of Mount Tai pressing down, continuous three-way rotating strikes, breaking two palaces in one strike, sisters flying together, and a three-way pincer attack; in all positions, the movements cooperate tacitly and coordinately... stimulating hormones, skyrocketing sexual passion to the peak of longing, anticipating conceiving on the same day and giving birth in the same year.
After satisfying their desires, Liberte lies in the embrace of the three quite scheming women, tightly hugging and caressing each other. He scans their tightly closed long, beautiful legs, which prevent the elite troops from spilling out of the cave overgrown with wild grass. They murmur:
"I love you."
He neither speaks nor smiles, silently kissing the cheeks of the two sisters before pressing a kiss to An's lips. She is proud that she defeats her love rivals both during intimacy and after the battle. Sonya and Tanya are both angry and jealous, yet they also find this young lady's childish temper funny and ridiculous.
On the surface, they still giggle and smile; the older sister pillows on his stomach, and the younger sister buries her head in his chest. An presses her cheek close to his face. Liberte gently takes his three wives into his embrace and sleeps all the way until dawn.
He slowly opens his eyes, stretches his back, looks around and does not see his wives; the water bottle disappears, and he immediately guesses that his wives have gone to look for a water source. Just as he turns on the radar positioning, An runs into the cave, hugs her husband, and bursts into loud crying:
"The two sisters are captured by the deserters."
Liberte calmly comforts his wife. The two put on their backpacks, take their guns, and leave the cave. On the way to look for their "relative", An tells the ins and outs of the matter...
Hours before...
The three girls walked to the stream. Sonya heard a strange movement. She frowned and observed, discovering abnormal traces.
Her capability as a fifth-dan jiu-jitsu black belt and a fourth-dan martial arts blue belt stimulated her selfish nature of wanting to claim credit alone to please Liberte and her husband's family, so Sonya quietly retreated to the back.
Taking advantage of An and Tanya focusing on fetching water, Sonya ran toward the depths of the forest following those traces.
The dense fog permeated and blocked the line of sight, and she realized that she was lost. Sonya shouted loudly in panic and fear, her voice intermittent in the smoke and dust drifting from afar. She gradually fainted away.
A burning sensation in her lower body made Sonya suddenly wake up. She widened her astonished eyes, looking with extreme anger at a middle-aged man wearing disheveled casual clothes who was raping her.
Sonya struggled wanting to throw him down, but her limbs were limp, her body was weak, and she was unable to resist that man who was laughing wildly.
The enemy triumphantly violated her body which she had sworn to dedicate only to her husband in this lifetime. Now it was defiled by this son-of-a-bitch guy; he continuously twitched, thrust, and slammed the place where she and her husband had flown to heaven together last night... and now... how humiliating, she actually reached the peak of pleasure together with this guy who was humiliating her.
He laughed weirdly and shrilly, his rough hands caressing every sensitive point on her body... currently... satisfying his desire, while this body was usually regarded by her as the perfect weapon to bewitch her husband. At this moment, it became a sex tool left to be played with and vented upon by this perverted guy.
"Hehehe, pretty thing is drugged out, with no strength left to resist. Come, shout again, call your beautiful companions over to witness how you are blissfully dazed with pleasure right now. I am very interested in seeing that scenario of being humiliated to death. Hahaha..."
He violated her while insulting her:
"I have never played with any woman who is hot, tight, sucking and clamping like this, it is even more pleasurable than playing with a virgin. Even my ex-wife cannot compare with you, pretty thing. Hehe... it feels so good... oh gods... 'she' is flooding, resisting, scratching, tightly entwining me. Truly top-grade, that husband of yours truly has no small fortune in romance."
"The perverted man" throbbed violently inside her, signaling he was on the verge of climax. Sonya realized that he was about to defile her; she begged in panic:
"No, I beg you, don't do it inside—I'll comply with anything, just please… don't let it happen inside..."
The words were drowned in the mud filling the place of bearing children for her husband. Sonya sobbed, anger making her lose verbal control, cursing and bitterly scolding the perverted guy who was still continuing the battle of the second round. He slammed into her with brutal, relentless rhythm, while raising his hand to slap her face:
"Stinking bitch, shut your mouth if you don't want to be raped to death..."
He curled his lips and smiled wickedly:
"Originally I was going to let you go, but you just had to piss me off—you stinking bitch must pay the price for your stupidity!"
He was even more brutal, forcing her onto all fours, turning her buttocks toward him and lifting her rear for him to ravage until she lost consciousness. After satisfying his beastly desire, the perverted guy put on his clothes and slapped her awake.
Never in her life had Sonya suffered such humiliation; swallowing her resentment, she covered her private parts with her clothes. Having crawled and rolled in life and death for many years, Sonya understood the psychology of criminals—without their permission, her putting on clothes would only invite disaster. He sneered, forcing her tear-stained face up:
"Hehehe, pretty thing is quite smart, aren't you? How about it, does my doing it feel even more pleasurable than your husband's?"
Sonya hated him to the bone but dared not show any dissatisfaction, too terrified to utter even the slightest sound. The perverted guy laughed wildly, hurling a handful of sleeping powder into her face to weaken her. He pressed Sonya's face against his lower body, forcing her to use her mouth and tongue to wipe it clean.
A "wuwu" sound came out of Sonya's throat, and tears flowed out as she cleaned for him, swallowing all of that filthy thing into her stomach. A blade flew from a distance; he hastily turned his body to dodge, at the same time grabbing Sonya's hair to yank it backward fiercely, choking her neck to control her, forcing An and Tanya to stand and not move:
"If you dare to disobey my wishes, I'll kill her."
Tanya and An hastily said:
"Please, do not do this..."
"Whatever you want, we'll do it. We'll give you anything—just let her go..."
He stretched out his tongue to lick away the tears on her cheek, his left hand putting the knife against her neck, his right hand groping her body, while she trembled with fear and hatred.
"Oh, it seems I caught the right person; this chick indeed has an extraordinary identity. I guess she is the daughter of the Wan village chief, Liberte's official wife..."
The two women scrambled to speak. An lowered her posture to make a concession:
"If you want freedom, we'll give you freedom. If you want money—or anything else—you'll have it..."
"Please release her."
He smiled insidiously:
"I am still worried that one hostage is not enough, but you instead come here on your own to throw away your lives."
He raised his chin to order all weapons to be thrown toward him, and ordered An:
"That curly-haired smelly brat, tie that blonde brat tightly. Good… so well-behaved, babies. Come to me. Hehe..."
An and Tanya approached, and he then sprinkled the drug over them. The victims immediately lost all their strength. The perverted guy chuckled weirdly and dragged the three women to the shelter cave. He tied An up, forcing her to watch as he raped the sisters in turn, subjecting them to every depraved position, reducing that place—once yearning for passion—into nothing more than a vessel for his desire.
The perverted guy licked his lips and turned his target toward the most delicious prey. He laughed out loud and rushed toward An. The rope suddenly snapped; she whipped out a short knife hidden in her sleeve and attacked him. The two sides exchanged blows while looking for each other's flaws amidst the screams of the sisters:
"Run for your life!"
An fought the perverted guy; she consistently maintained a safe distance, preventing him from approaching her. He smacked his lips:
"Tsk, I was too careless. I didn't expect this prey's body to recover from the drug faster than those two stinking bitches."
He smiled lewdly:
"But the harder the prey is to catch, the more delicious it is. Hehe..."
He deliberately adopted a cat-and-mouse style to fight. An exploited her opponent's arrogance and indecisiveness to get close to the fire, swinging her leg to kick and scatter the burning firewood across his body and face.
Seizing the opportunity, she rapidly rushed out of the cave, disappearing behind the dense fog in the blink of an eye. The perverted guy let the prey escape and vented his anger on the two victims who were trembling with fear.
***
An skipped the part where the sisters were being raped. She secretly observed Liberte; he remained indifferent, showing no pity for his wife being tortured... but... beneath his eyes smoldered a bone-chilling killing intent... and... that aura froze the air, making everyone... suffocate... as he faced his opponent:
"You... you... are... still... alive..."
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