Arachne (3)

What is it that humans can’t endure the most?

Torture with pain?

Torture using sexual pleasure?

Torture that disrupts sleep?

Those are certainly effective, but there’s another torture that can be considered effective.

‘Boredom’.

The same daily routine, day after day.

A day that repeats infinitely without the slightest change.

Look at the ‘time loop’ phenomenon often depicted in dramas or movies.

Any human being, if a time loop repeats hundreds or thousands of times, will go to great lengths to escape that repetition of time.

It’s not about trying to break the time loop with a purpose, but simply being trapped in a time loop without knowing anything, humans go crazy and get exhausted.

That’s how it is now.

In an environment you can’t escape from.

With even basic human acts like eating and excretion restricted.

“Haa, haa….”

If you’re being fucked in the same position for a year without any change in position, any human being is bound to be frustrated.

That’s Arachne.

As a Pleiades, I’ve been raping Arachne for a year.

Raping one human as one Pleiades for a year was very inefficient, but it was the best decision in terms of showing this arrogant woman the terror of the gods.

“Heh, heehee.”

Beyond the tent.

The tent in front of me contained Arachne’s life.

The life that Arachne should have originally enjoyed is being enjoyed by someone else, not Arachne.

Think about it.

I’m being raped by an unknown entity, but the being that looks exactly like me-my body-is living my life perfectly fine.

What Arachne lost isn’t just her virginity and a year of time.

It’s not just the time and history of another Arachne weaving and living her life as she pleases for a year.

What she lost most severely as a human is the dignity of being able to exist as Arachne.

Her ‘self’ was taken away.

So Arachne was frustrated.

Usually, these stories assume the ‘replication’ of personality or soul, right?

I did too.

To thoroughly correct this arrogant woman’s behavior this time, I even summoned goddesses who handle souls and forcibly confined Arachne’s soul in front of me.

Arachne’s restraints may look like SM play adult products on the outside, but they are actually restraints that imprison Arachne’s soul.

That’s right.

I am now raping Arachne’s soul.

And Arachne realized that.

‘She was a smart woman.’

That she is being fucked by a divine being.

That Minerva, who visited with Jupiter, is a goddess to punish her.

That the one beyond the tent is another being wearing her mask.

That she is being raped as punishment for calling Zeus’s whores to the gods.

A woman who can think like that has been deprived of all freedom and is just being fucked, so it’s safe to say that this woman’s mind has collapsed.

That’s what I’m judging for now.

‘But you never know.’

She’s such a tough one that the moment something changes, she might just curse the gods.

“What should I do?”

Currently.

This is Olympus.

“How can I make that arrogant human woman realize the greatness of the gods and kill her?”

“Should we do it as we originally planned?”

I arranged a meeting with Athena to discuss how to deal with Arachne.

“If she still doesn’t feel the majesty of the gods even after this, then that human is just hopeless. She’s realized that she’s inferior to the gods.”

“I don’t think so. We need to shatter that woman’s pride. Just saying ‘Do you know your sins now?’ is us losing.”

I felt something while fucking Arachne as a Pleiades for a year.

“Arachne is a tough one. No matter how I fuck her from behind, she still hasn’t let go of her hope.”

Like the protagonist in an SF movie, Arachne is just waiting for a change to come.

She already thinks of being fucked as just breathing.

She’s just watching herself live and sharpening her blade of revenge.

“Athena. Are you perhaps getting aggro from Arachne?”

“Hmph….”

Athena didn’t deny my question.

It seems Athena got really pissed when Arachne, while being fucked by me, screamed that ‘her weaving skills are superior to Athena’s’.

“Do you think I’m getting angry at Arachne because I’m losing in weaving skills that I haven’t even tried?”

“Then?”

Or.

“That bitch is saying that her pussy is tastier than the goddess’s! She’s even insulting Zeus-nim along with it!”

“That’s true.”

No need to even mention the year that has passed.

Arachne really said all sorts of things and insulted us.

Saying that Zeus would be sad that he couldn’t eat her pussy while she was being fucked like this.

Saying that she doesn’t know what kind of goddess Minerva is, but the goddess’s pussy is worse than Arachne’s pussy, so she sent a rapist out of jealousy.

Saying that she’s just being fucked by a dick like this, but it makes her tear up thinking about the Olympus whores who are desperate to fuck Zeus every day.

I understand.

I’m the one who put her in an extreme situation, and it’s not just an extreme situation, but a situation where it seems like something is being influenced by a divine being, so of course she’s going to curse and insult the gods.

“I don’t care about the blasphemy that woman committed after I restrained her soul. But I need to make sure to fix the personality she had before.”

Insulting the gods is one thing.

“A human daring to try to be equal to the gods. Unless she fixes that attitude, this woman will be fucked forever. Until her own body gets old and dies.”

Arachne was a woman who lived thinking of herself as a god.

“Saying that the gods should come to buy fabrics directly. Before having pride in her own products, she needs to realize how much the gods contribute and contribute to maintaining this world so peacefully. Tsk.”

Before being a capable human, I can’t just leave a woman with a fucked up personality alone.

Even if the gods seem to be just playing around, they all do their jobs.

“Okay. Then let’s do this. Let’s just release her.”

“Just release her?”

“Yes. If we release her soul, she’ll go back to her original body. Her original body hasn’t had sex yet, and it’s in much better condition than before, right?”

Athena raised one hand and moved her fingers like several legs.

“I don’t think we need a god to appear and say ‘You must have repented by now’. If she’s repented on her own, she’ll be careful in the future, and if not, we can shatter her pride in other ways.”

“Let’s watch for now?”

“Yes. But we need to make sure of one thing.”

Athena pointed at me.

“The one who fucked you is me, Zeus?”

“No, no.”

Athena grabbed her cheeks with both hands.

“Before making her aware of her position as a human, I want to make her the most miserable as a woman first.”

“…….”

“She treated the goddess as a slut and a whore, so that’s okay, right?”

“I understand.”

Athena’s proposal was reasonable, and I made a decision.

“Let’s release her.”

* * *

Click.

One day.

Suddenly, the shackles of the restraints were released.

Arachne, whose mind had been hazy with the heat of the semen filling her stomach, quickly raised her head.

Click, click.

The restraints began to be released.

I didn’t calculate the date, but it seemed like it was about the 365th time that day and night had been reversed beyond the tent.

Thud.

As soon as the restraints disappeared, Arachne threw her body forward.

She had forgotten how to get up because she had been living in a prone position for too long, and Arachne barely groped for her memories and touched the ground.

“Ha, haha…!”

Arachne burst into a hollow laugh.

The dick that had never been missing until now finally came out from behind.

Not pulling it out to hit it hard inside, not rubbing her ass with his dick and wiping off the jizz.

As if the sex was really over, the man leisurely pulled out his dick and stepped back.

Now he’s going to say something.

If he’s been raping her for almost a year, he’ll definitely say something.

What will he say?

That the pain so far is the punishment for insulting the gods?

From now on, live with a heart of serving and worshiping the gods?

Yes, yes.

I know it’s fucked up, but I’ll have to follow it, so I’ll obediently follow the gods.

Zeus and the whore goddesses who live as they please.

‘I’ll definitely let them know.’

While being fucked by a dick, Arachne came up with a new sewing method.

It looks like an ordinary cloth, but a new picture appears when you swipe the texture of the cloth in the opposite direction.

What if you embroider a picture under something like a carpet and lay it on the floor of the temple?

For example, what if the image of a goddess naked with her legs spread wide is laid under the carpet entering the entrance of the temple?

Where else would there be such strong blasphemy?

No one will know.

Except for Arachne.

“…Hoo. Hehehe.”

Arachne touched the ground with her trembling hands and stood up.

And she turned her head.

And.

“Ah.”

As soon as she saw the man’s face, Arachne felt a sense of incongruity in the sensation of the hot semen that had been bubbling up from below until just now.

“Kkuik.”

“Your face is so fucked up-“

Thud.

Arachne died.

The cause of death was a heart attack.

As if faced with a monstrous horror, her heart stopped.