[America's Hell of Spoiled Wives]

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My name is Zhou Qiang, a simple-minded boy from the countryside. I was the only person from my village to go to university.

Fortunately after graduation, I was lucky enough to get a good job at a good company, and I was also lucky enough to meet my wife, Zhou Rong. When

I first graduated, because my major was relevant, I got a job at a tech company with great prospects.

I met . She stood out from the crowd of trainees; all the men on our side

were drooling over her. Her pure and pretty face made us think we had found our fairy godmother. Her 1.65-meter

height made her legs look especially long and perfect under her business skirt. Her voice was also particularly clear and pleasant,

with the soft, gentle tones of the Wu dialect from the Jiangnan region, making you want to talk to her.
During training, my future colleagues all fawned over Zhou Rong, but although she declined them all, like a goddess, it didn't make

anyone angry; instead, it made us even more eager to win over this unattainable beauty. I knew

that a goddess of this caliber was beyond the reach of a nobody like me; I could only steal

a few glances when no one was looking. After the training, Zhou Rong was assigned to the position of manager's assistant. Those sycophants who wanted to woo her assumed

the manager wanted her and dared not challenge him anymore. Suddenly, everyone around Zhou Rong

disappeared . Originally, we had no connection, but an unexpected, clichéd scene of a hero saving a

damsel in distress brought us together—something I never dreamed of.
Two years later, we finally got married. It wasn't until our wedding night that I finally saw

my wife I was overjoyed. My colleagues had advised me

that my wife was probably the manager's leftover, but seeing her pure and innocent appearance, she didn't seem like a mistress at all.

After seeing my wife give me her virginity, the last bit of hesitation in my heart vanished. My wife told me that the manager

was just a friend of her father's, which was why he treated her so well. When I told her about the rumors circulating among our colleagues, she

burst into laughter, completely abandoning her usual ladylike demeanor.
My family wasn't wealthy; we simply treated our fellow villagers to a meal at home, and that was it for the wedding. I was deeply moved that

the goddess-like Rongrong had married a poor guy like me. To make Rongrong happy, I

used all my savings from the past two years to book a very cheap tour to the United States, planning a honeymoon for my wife and me.
When we arrived in America, we felt the freedom and everything was new and exciting. However, because my tour was

so cheap, our accommodation was near a poor neighborhood, and the facilities weren't great. The tour guide just told

us not to go out at night and then ignored us. My wife and I were experiencing our first time making love and didn't want to waste the night,

so we didn't pay much attention.
In this foreign land, I excitedly went to bed with my wife. We were whispering sweet nothings when we suddenly

heard loud moaning coming from next door. Judging from the English in the voice, it was definitely a foreign woman. Because

it was a very cheap hotel, the acoustics were terrible.

We could hear every sound of the woman's moans and the bed shaking. My husband and I blushed with embarrassment. Amidst the passionate moans, Rongrong and I gradually became aroused

. Rongrong looked at me with moist eyes and said, "Qiang, I want..." I nodded, "Wife, me

too ." That night, Rongrong and I enjoyed a rare hour of lovemaking. In the morning, looking at

Rongrong's beautiful face bathed in sunlight, I felt a surge of tenderness. Rongrong woke up and naturally hugged me, saying, "Husband, let's make love."

Seeing Rongrong nestled in my arms, I couldn't help but want to cherish her again. Just as we snuggled into bed, ready

for our morning intimacy, the tour guide knocked on the door to wake us.
I stepped out of the room and, almost unconsciously, looked towards the room where the intense moans had come from the night before. I saw

a very sexy Western woman emerge from the next room, and a Chinese man in his forties stuffing a dollar bill

into her bulging breasts. The middle-aged man was from our tour group. He came to

America alone, and Rongrong didn't really like him. Rongrong said he looked at her with a lewd gaze. After the middle-aged man

sent the Western woman away, he saw me looking at him and gave me a smile: "Hey buddy,

those American beauties are really something. Did I bother you last night?" I said embarrassedly, "No, no."

Thinking of the embarrassing moans I made last night, my face turned red again. Seeing my blush, the man laughed and said, "Young man, looks like you're still

a virgin . Just got married?" I nodded blankly. The man said, "Young man, my name is Zhang Yuanchao. Call me

Brother Chao. Hehe, come on, young man, let Brother Chao tell you something." Brother Chao beckoned me over and whispered,

"Little brother, coming to America, there are some places you'd be wasting your trip if you didn't visit them. Brother Chao will take you out tonight, but

you can't tell your little wife, okay?" Looking at Brother Chao's lewd eyes, I nodded blankly in agreement.
Today, my wife and I had a great time and took lots of pictures. Just as my wife went into the bathroom, Chao Ge

knocked on the door and told me to leave. I was a little embarrassed, but Chao Ge kept pulling me along, saying there were a few people waiting downstairs.

Reluctantly, I told Rongrong that Chao Ge wanted me to go out for a late-night snack. Rongrong said "Oh," and I

went out with Chao Ge.
Chao Ge and I, along with three others, went to a nightclub near the hotel. We entered the noisy, smoky place

and ordered a few beers. It was during a striptease performance. This was my first time in such

a place, and I felt awkward and restrained. Seeing my awkwardness, Chao Ge and the others enthusiastically urged me

to drink . After two bottles, I suddenly felt excited and the world was spinning. Instead of

secretly glancing at the strippers on stage, I boldly rushed to the front, drinking and looking up at the

sexy strippers who were only wearing thongs, even cheering along with the audience. Having rarely

drunk alcohol , I drank several bottles and gradually became drunk.
The next day, I woke up to find myself lying on the street outside the hotel. Shaking my still-sleepy head, I went back to

the hotel, saw the closed door, and reached for my keys, only to discover that all my belongings were gone. Frustrated

, I slapped my forehead; having spent the night on the street, my things must have been stolen. Luckily, I didn't have much money in my wallet. I asked

the hotel staff to open the door for me, only to find the room ransacked. Panicked, I called out,

"Rongrong! Rongrong!" No one answered. Finally, the tour guide called the police, and Chao and the others came to

comfort me. Now I was penniless in a foreign country, and my wife was gone. The police said they would deport me.

I remembered my promise to Rongrong's parents to take good care of her. Now that Rongrong was missing, I was too ashamed to go back to China.

I was determined to find my wife, alive or dead. Taking advantage of the police's inattention, I secretly slipped

away.
A year had passed. For the past year, I had been working odd jobs in restaurants in Chinatown as an undocumented immigrant, searching for Rongrong. The torment of the past

year had driven me to despair. Fortunately, last month, the owner of a small restaurant, Mr. Zhang

, took pity on me after hearing my story and let me work at his restaurant and live in the storeroom. After things stabilized a little, my

heart was exhausted, and I had given up hope of finding Rongrong. But just when I was about to give up, things took

a turn for the better.
It was late that day, and the Chinese restaurant was closed. After a few of us guys cleaned up the dining area and kitchen, A-Chang

pulled me aside and said mysteriously, "Brother Qiang, come here. I have something good to show you tonight.

A-Biao and A-Jian are coming to my place tonight too. You should come too. Men know what's going on, hehehe." A-Chang gave me a lewd look

as spoke, and as a loser, I naturally knew what they were up to. "Oh?

What good stuff is there tonight? If it's a foreign girl, forget it. I'm tired of seeing those foreign girls every day."

I thought about the foreign girls I saw every day. Although they were voluptuous, their skin was terrible, and their freckles were like sesame seeds

scattered . Then I thought about my missing wife Rongrong's delicate and flawless skin. The

comparison made me feel unbearable. "Hehe, of course it's not a foreign girl. Let me tell you, this time it's a Chinese housewife.

Her looks and figure are amazing. Why would I introduce something bad to my brother? You know what I mean?"

A-Chang said, patting my shoulder before going to change his clothes.
In my heart, only Rongrong is the most beautiful, my beloved. I didn't care about anything else. I took a shower, went back to

the warehouse to change, and was about to rest when I suddenly remembered what Achang had said about "Chinese young women." Thinking of this, my

suppressed desire suddenly surged. Since I had nothing else to do, I figured I might as well go check it out. Achang didn't live far away; he

rented an attic room in the neighborhood from an elderly Chinese couple. We had been there a few times before. The elderly couple were nice

and didn't mind us bothering them; they would even chat with us about things related to China.
I climbed the ladder to the attic. Achang and the others were already gathered around the TV watching. I walked over and immediately

saw a muscular, blond, fair-skinned man in his twenties embracing a black-

haired woman, clearly an Asian woman. The two were passionately flirting and caressing each other. They were engrossed in watching

and only gave me a perfunctory greeting before ignoring me. I casually pulled over a cushion and sat cross-legged to watch.

The muscular man on TV was passionately kissing the Asian woman, his large hands gently caressing

her smooth, bare back. The woman had her back to us, but we could still see

that she had a fantastic figure—a defined waist and hips, a perfect wasp waist and plump buttocks. Her

long, beautiful legs were tightly wrapped around the muscular man

's waist. Beneath her pert, plump buttocks, a large, hairy scrotum swayed with the man's movements, his penis

appearing and disappearing beneath her buttocks. Although the woman was passionately kissing the foreigner, she occasionally let out a few

restrained moans that fueled our desire.
It seemed Ah Chang might have found a good porn film tonight; it had been so long since I'd seen the delicate, tender

body of an Eastern woman, and I immediately became aroused. On TV, the burly foreigner pulled the Eastern woman down

onto the bed. Perhaps due to the sudden stimulation, the woman couldn't take it and abruptly pulled away from his mouth

, arching her back. Her long, flowing black hair flew loose, revealing a stunningly beautiful and innocent face. Ah Chang

and the others immediately exclaimed.
"Wow! So beautiful!"
"How could such a beautiful woman film this kind of thing?"
"She's a goddess! This kind of beauty should be kept in a golden palace."
I was shocked too, but what shocked me most was that the actress in the film was actually my

wife . I stared blankly at the screen, unable to believe that my pure and lovely wife would film such a thing. Achang

and the others were still watching and commenting when I suddenly stood up and reached out to turn off the TV.
"Brother Qiang, what are you doing? We were really enjoying watching it!" "Yeah, even if you don't watch,

we still want to watch..."
A-Chang and the others kept talking as they looked at me blocking the TV. I was furious and yelled,

"What are you watching? You're not allowed to watch! None of you are allowed to watch! I'll kill anyone who tries!"
A-Chang, seeing I wasn't joking, sensed something was wrong. He calmed A-Biao and A-Jian down before

seriously , "Brother Qiang, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this movie? Or have we

offended you in some way? Tell us so we can all understand."
I lowered my head and sobbed. A-Chang and the others looked at me silently for a long time. Finally, I said weakly,

"The woman in this movie is my wife who's been missing for over a year. A-Chang, can you tell me where you

got this movie? I hope you can help me. I'll be eternally grateful. Please!"
A-Chang sighed. He sighed. They all knew I'd secretly stayed in America to find my wife, and hearing

what I said, they understood a bit. "Brother Qiang, calm down, don't panic. Now that we have a lead on your wife,

that's good. You and your wife will be reunited sooner or later," A-Chang comforted me, putting his arm around my shoulder. I

nodded slightly without saying anything. "I found this in a corner of the video rental shop downstairs. I don't

know where it came from, but you can ask the owner; maybe he'll know."
I raised my hand and patted A-Chang's hand on my shoulder, choking back tears as I said, "Thank you." A-Chang didn't say

anything, only, "We're all brothers from our hometown."
"I'll take this film back first, and I'll go see the owner tomorrow." I knew we were all brothers;

I didn't need to thank him.
"Okay, Brother Qiang, are you alright? Do you want me to take you home?"
"No, no need. By the way, could you ask the owner for leave for me?" I said as I packed my things.
"Okay, Brother Qiang, no problem." "Brother Qiang, if there's anything the brothers can do to help, just say the word. In this

foreign land, we Chinese must unite," A Biao said. I looked at them, tears welling in my eyes, and nodded.

Without saying anything more,
I went back. Back in the warehouse, I took out the DVD again. I hadn't looked at it carefully before, but now I saw that the cover really

was Rongrong. The cover showed Rongrong wearing a high-slit white cheongsam, a long, slender, fair leg protruding from the

slit up to her waist. The tight-fitting cheongsam perfectly showcased Rongrong's beautiful figure.

The buttons at the chest were undone, revealing Rongrong's full, round, beautiful B-cup breasts. Next to it was

the English title: "A Slutty Housewife from China Loves American Sausages." Seeing this title made me

furious .
I felt I still needed to see what was inside; I wanted to find some clues in the video

. With that in mind, I started watching. The scene began with a typical American villa, and then the camera

slowly entered the villa. In the living room, Rongrong,

wearing the same cheongsam as on the cover, sat on a large, European-style vintage sofa. Then the camera showed the burly American man from before

, introducing her to the camera: "Hello everyone, let me introduce you to our Eastern goddess,

Rong! Rong is a married woman, but her Chinese husband couldn't satisfy her lustful desires, so she secretly came to America behind

his back . She wanted to try out the big cocks of American men. Come on, don't keep the beauty

waiting." The man sat down next to Rong, who slowly turned her head and looked at

the American man with a strange expression. The American man showered Rong with compliments before gently pulling her

head close, and the two began to lightly kiss.
Seeing this, I was furious. My beautiful wife was kissing another man right in front of me!

But a year of experience had taught me to control my emotions and keep watching. Under

the gradually opened her mouth, and his tongue gently slipped into

her delicate mouth. I watched on TV as Rongrong and the American man passionately kissed. While

kissing, the man unbuttoned Rongrong's cheongsam, quickly pulling it open. He

skillfully teased her, gently kissing her breasts. Slowly, he undid the entire cheongsam,

which could barely conceal Rongrong's alluring and beautiful body. The man

gently kissed Rongrong's navel, then forcefully spread her legs wide. The camera then focused on Rongrong's body for nearly three minutes

. Rongrong slumped on a large European-style sofa, her white cheongsam wide open. Underneath, she wasn't

wearing a bra, only a sexy red lace thong. The camera also focused on Rongrong's

innocent face, showing her slightly parted lips, panting softly, and her listless eyes half-

closed, seemingly looking away.
Then the man zoomed in on Rongrong's lower body with the camera. A tuft of dark shadow appeared on her semi-transparent red lace

thong , a few glossy black pubic hairs peeking out. At the bottom of the panties, there was a noticeable wet patch.

The man extended two fingers and gently rubbed the wet patch a few times. Rongrong suddenly

writhed on the sofa, letting out a soft "Oh!" The man brought his fingers to the camera. "It's wet.

This slut is wet. She's ready for me to fuck her," the American man said, showing

the camera the glistening, sticky vaginal fluid on his fingers. The American man grabbed Rongrong

's ankles, which were clad in high heels, and lifted her up, slightly raising her buttocks off the sofa. He then untied the straps of Rongrong's sexy

panties , held them to his nose, and took a deep breath, saying, "Hmm, not bad, smells good." "

He even held the underwear up to the camera to show it off. Then he quickly took off his clothes,

showing off his strong muscles and his thick, long penis in front of the camera. If I hadn't seen it before, I wouldn't have

imagined that such a thick and long thing could be inserted into Rongrong's body.
The American man grabbed Rongrong's ankles with both hands, spread her legs wide

apart , and then slowly pushed into Rongrong's vagina. As he slowly inserted, he took a deep breath and

said to the camera, "Oh, it's so tight, it feels so good, I'm about to cum." Rongrong gripped

the back of , twisting her waist, her chest heaving, her lifeless eyes wide open, and her small mouth wide open,

panting heavily but unable to make a sound. After fully inserting his penis, the man stopped moving. He held Rongrong's

beautiful leg and gently kissed her from her slender high heels down to her thigh. This foreplay lasted for more than ten minutes.

Then, he finally began to slowly thrust his hips. Rongrong arched her back and cried out, "Oh!"

After thrusting dozens of times, he still held Rongrong's ankles with both hands, gently pumping his hips, and then bent down to take Rongrong's small

nipple into his mouth.
??? After that, it was like those typical a... Like in the movie, after bringing Rongrong to orgasm, he

French- kissed her while wrapping her legs around his waist. Then came the scene I witnessed at Achang's place. I

gripped the bed rails tightly, watching the entire film through gritted teeth, my eyes red with rage, wishing I could grab a kitchen knife and

kill the man who had insulted Rongrong. Seeing the American man and Rongrong in the film, engaging in various positions of

passion and wanton flirting, my heart bled. After calming down, I confirmed two things: Rongrong was definitely not

willing ; if she were, she wouldn't have left without saying goodbye. Also, Rongrong didn't utter a complete

sentence in the film, and coupled with her blank stare and sluggish reactions, I believed she had been given some kind of hallucinogenic drug

.
The next morning, I went to the video rental shop. I waited anxiously until after 10 a.m. when the overweight

owner finally opened. As soon as he opened, I rushed in, startling him.

Holding asked, "Hello, sir, I have a favor to ask you. Could you

take a look at this movie for me?" The owner took the disc and examined it carefully. "Oh, not bad,

young man . This is a very popular adult film I rented a year ago. The Chinese girl in it is absolutely gorgeous! You

have good taste, hehehe. I even masturbated all night watching it." The owner grinned lewdly

at . Suppressing my anger, I said seriously, "Sir, I'd like to ask which

company produced this film, and where I can find that company?"
Seeing that I didn't laugh at his American humor, the shop owner gave an awkward laugh and said, "Kid,

this movie is from a year ago. I pick up a lot of goods every week, I don't remember, sorry." Seeing

that the shop owner wasn't willing to help me, I had no choice but to tell him everything, hoping to move

him

with my story. Americans are indeed a country overflowing with hot-blooded heroism; the shop owner, overflowing with a sense of justice, was moved and carefully checked the records from a year ago, even giving me the company's address. After I thanked him sincerely, the shop owner

whispered to me that the adult film company had connections to the largest and most ruthless black gang in the area,

warning me to be careful and to contact the police if possible.
After thanking the shop owner again for his advice, I found the company at the address. The company was very close to the dock,

a three-story building surrounded by warehouses and containers. I parked my delivery scooter a little further away

and quietly crept up to the vicinity of the small building. I noticed several Black men patrolling the area. I didn't dare

get too close, only watching the building from a distance and waiting. I didn't know what I was waiting for, but

this was my only clue. I waited all day, and just as dusk was falling and I was about to give up, suddenly, I saw

the door of the building open. Several Black men in black suits walked out, and I saw guns under their casually swinging arms.

I tensed up immediately. Then I saw a

Black man emerge, his arm around a dark-haired woman in a sexy black deep-V dress.

The couple got into a long Mercedes-Benz limousine. I caught a glimpse of the woman's face as she casually tossed

her hair aside as she got into the car. My heart skipped a beat. It was Rongrong, my dear wife Rongrong! But the armed Black men

around me made me hesitant to make a move.
The car drove past me, and I just caught a glimpse of the black man reaching his hand inside Rongrong's deeply open V-

neck blouse . A year of longing stirred my emotions, but a year of experience had also calmed me down. I quickly ran to my little

motorcycle and followed closely behind. Luckily, I had worked illegally in many places while searching for Rongrong, and I was walking through

alleyways , keeping a tight distance. Plus, the extended Mercedes wasn't going very fast in the city, so I didn't get shaken off.
Finally, the car stopped in front of a nightclub. Outside, a large group of people were waiting for the black man

with Rongrong. I stood across the street and looked around, sighing inwardly. This was

the very nightclub where I had gotten drunk during my honeymoon. To this day, I've never doubted this nightclub. Besides, it's a

place of painful memories, and I unconsciously avoid it. I don't have much money to afford nightclubs, and I know Rongrong

wouldn't go to a place like that, so for over a year, I've never considered going there to look for her.
I waited outside for a long time, until the nightclub opened in the evening, before discreetly entering, ordering a beer,

and sitting in a corner, coldly observing my surroundings. It was nearly midnight when the host on stage announced, "Gentlemen,

welcome! It's time for our sexy goddess to perform every two weeks. Please call out to our

goddess, Miss Rong!" The men in the audience shouted "Rong, Rong, Rong!" Fireworks lit up

the stage , and exciting music began.
My previously deathly silence finally lifted. I looked closely at the stage and saw

Rongrong, wearing a dazzling, diamond-studded, sexy short dress and heavy makeup, walking out from behind the curtain to the rhythm of the music . She blew kisses

and winked at the audience. I couldn't believe that the sexy bombshell on stage was actually my pure and lovely

wife . After greeting the lecherous men in the audience, Rongrong began to sway around the pole. Watching Rongrong's

sexy figure and alluring movements, I couldn't help but get an erection, and the men in the audience erupted in excitement. Rongrong

walked past the stage, and the men took out money and stuffed it into her fishnet stockings, casually

groping her sexy, long legs. Then Rongrong reached down and pulled off one shoulder strap of her shimmering mini-skirt, and the men below cheered.

Rongrong slowly began to sway, her pert buttocks rubbing up and down against the pole as she knelt on the stage. The

men threw money onto the stage, and when Rongrong saw that the audience had thrown enough money, she finally took off her

mini-skirt. The men below whistled, and Rongrong stood up, wearing

high heels that were almost touching the ground with her toes, and sexy lingerie as she walked around the pole. I was shocked. The Rongrong on stage,

with her half-braid revealing a patch of white, high breasts and a deep cleavage, was completely different from

the Rongrong I remembered. In my memory, Rongrong only had a B-cup like most Chinese women, but now

Rongrong on stage clearly had breasts larger than most Western women. If I hadn't seen that pornographic film, I

wouldn't have been able to believe it was Rongrong.
Rongrong started pole dancing, her sexy figure and dance bringing the atmosphere in the nightclub to a climax.

The men stuffed money into Rongrong's bra and panties, while also groping her.

A man in his fifties, while stuffing money into Rongrong's bra, casually pinched her nipple,

then exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my God, this Chinese slut actually has breasts!" Rongrong heard the

old man 's shout, turned around and smiled at him, then walked to the center of the stage, reached out and pulled the strap of her bra off the back

, throwing it off the stage, causing a scramble among the men. The man who caught Rongrong's bra pushed his way to the front of the stage, and Rongrong smiled

as she walked up to him, cupping her breasts. The man seemed to know the rules; he opened his mouth and stuck out

his tongue. Rongrong cupped her breasts, positioned her pink nipples against the man's mouth, and then squeezed them with her slender, jade-like

fingers . A stream of milky white milk shot into the man's mouth. With each squeeze, Rongrong bit her lower lip

and breathed heavily, as if it were very stimulating.
After the final entertainment, Rongrong returned backstage, and I quietly slipped out of the nightclub. I

walked to the alley behind the nightclub, and after checking to make sure no one was around, I climbed through the open toilet window.

Just as I suspected, it was the nightclub's backstage toilet. I sneaked backstage and found

the dressing room with "Rong" spelled out in English letters on the door. I went inside. Good, no one else was there,

only Rongrong sitting at the dressing table removing her makeup. Hearing the door close, Rongrong said, "I know, tell Master, I'll be up

soon ." Hearing Rongrong's words, I frowned slightly and softly called out in Chinese, "Wife."

Rongrong suddenly froze, turning quickly to look at me, "You...you are...Qiang, husband!" Rongrong looked at...

Tears streamed down my face. After a year apart, my husband and I finally embraced. Rongrong and I shared a

deep kiss . Rongrong looked at me tenderly and asked, "Husband, how did you find this place?" Just as I was about to speak, Rongrong's

expression suddenly changed. She said, "Husband, hurry, you have to leave! Don't let them find out! They're all demons!

You have to leave! Go back to China! Forget me! Go back and marry another wife! I can no longer

be your wife!" Rongrong kept pushing me towards the door. I held her tightly and shouted, "No,

I won't leave! You're my wife, you'll always be my wife! My wife can only be you, Zhou Rong! I know,

I know everything!" Rongrong looked up at me blankly, then sadly lowered her head and murmured, "No,

Qiang, you don't know, you don't know anything! I'm no longer worthy to be your wife! Please let me go!"
Just as I was about to say something, the dressing room door was suddenly kicked open, and three burly black men rushed

in . I shielded Rongrong behind me, warily eyeing the three black thugs in front of me. They had been

drawn by the sound of my loud confession. The three were quite skilled, and after a year of working illegally

, I had become much stronger and had learned some street fighting techniques. If it were just one thug, I

might have been able to hold out for a while, but with three, my defenses were breached in just a few moves, and I was relentlessly

beaten by them.
I was beaten so badly I couldn't stand up, and then they dragged me to a luxurious room on the second floor of the nightclub. There I saw

the different-looking black man I'd seen that afternoon sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigar. Rongrong stood nervously

beside him. The thugs threw me at the black boss's feet, and he stepped on my head, saying, "I heard

you're the husband of my lovely little sex slave. Hello, my name is Peter, the boss of the Shark Gang. Hahahaha!"

Peter laughed arrogantly, but his foot continued to stomp on my head. He threw a dog collar onto the coffee table and

said to Rongrong, "My little sex slave, in front of your husband, let him see how submissive you are, let him see

the joy you feel when you're my sex slave." Rongrong, her face contorted with pain, trembled and said, "Master... Master, no..."

"Please, please, not in front of...my husband. I'm willing to be your sex slave, please let him go,

don't hurt him, please." Peter sneered at Rongrong, "Hmph, very good, you dare to disobey your master's

orders. It seems I'll have to punish you properly." Upon hearing the punishment, Rongrong immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. Then she put on

the dog collar, a symbol of humiliation. I desperately shouted at Peter's feet, "Rongrong, no, don't wear it,

no!" Rongrong ignored me, put on the collar herself, and then took off her clothes in public, obediently

kneeling at Peter's feet. Seeing Rongrong's submissive appearance, Peter laughed like a victorious general. I

could only helplessly be trampled by Peter, tears streaming down my face, calling out to Rongrong.
"Rongrong, serve me." After saying that, Peter kicked me aside and sat with his legs spread apart. Rongrong crawled between Peter

's legs, used her mouth to pull down the zipper of his pants, and Peter's semi-erect penis sprang

out . I saw Rongrong's face turn red with embarrassment, but there was also some anticipation in her eyes. Was I seeing things?

I was feeling a bit dazed from my injuries, but I still saw Rongrong pull down Peter's underwear with her mouth. Oh my god,

what did I see? I saw a black penis that was incredibly thick and long, like a baby's arm, and even more terrifying, it

was covered with steel balls of all sizes. Rongrong looked up at Peter and said, "Master, please allow Rongrong to taste your

supreme artifact." Peter hummed in agreement. Rongrong held Peter's penis in both hands

, opened her mouth wide, and swallowed the glans. Judging from the bulge in Rongrong's throat,

Peter had probably already inserted his penis into Rongrong's throat, but Rongrong, despite frowning, still struggled to take

Peter 's entire penis into her mouth. With Peter's length, it was probably almost reaching her lungs.
Seeing this, I was overcome with anger, my blood rushed to my head, and my vision went black; I fainted.
When I woke up again, I found myself in a simple concrete room with only one door. I

sat up and saw Rongrong sleeping beside my bed. I saw the medicine beside me and the splints and bandages on my hands and

feet ; I knew Rongrong must have been taking care of me. Seeing Rongrong's sleeping face, it was as if I had returned

to the time when we were newly married. I couldn't help but reach out and stroke my beloved wife who had been missing for over a year.

As soon as I touched Rongrong's cheek, she woke up with a start. Rongrong quickly stood up and asked with concern, "Honey, you're awake.

How are you? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Looking at Rongrong wearing a tight, short t-shirt that

perfectly outlined her full breasts, and only a small black lace high-waisted thong, the sexy goddess

before almost made me unable to believe that she was my pure and lovely wife.
Looking at Rongrong, I couldn't help but call out, "Wife, I've been looking for you for so long, how could you..."

Rongrong trembled at my call and softly asked, "Qiang, you've seen everything, do you still want me to be your

wife?" I looked into Rongrong's eyes with my most sincere gaze and said, "I, Zhou Qiang,

will only ever have Zhou Rong as my wife for all eternity, and that will never change." Hearing my words, Rongrong burst into tears and threw herself into my arms. I

embraced Rongrong with my only movable hand, and she cried softly in my arms, sobbing. I

whispered about my longing for her over the past year and my experiences searching for her. With teary eyes, Rongrong looked up at me and said

tenderly , "Husband, you've suffered so much, I'm so sorry." I quickly replied, "No, wife, it's you who

suffered so much, it's my fault for not finding you in time. By the way, wife,

how did you disappear?" Rongrong sobbed a few times in my arms before recounting in a

tone that was a mixture of fear, excitement, and sorrow: "That night, you said you went out for a late-night snack with them. I imported our

photos from the daytime onto the computer and organized them. I was probably tired from the day, so I didn't wait for you to come back and went to

take a shower and go to sleep. But when I came out of the shower and was drying my hair, I found our room ransacked.

Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind. That person was very strong, and I couldn't break free. Then I realized that

another person had covered my mouth with a cloth, and then I smelled a strange odor. After that, I knew nothing more

."
Then I suddenly felt a sharp pain, but my head was very dizzy. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't. I could only hear

foreigners speaking English next to me, but I couldn't understand them. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt very hot.

It was so itchy, I wanted it so badly, and then something really hot went inside me. Husband, I'm sorry, I…
??? I patted Rongrong's back to comfort her: "Wife, it's okay, as long as you're alright, keep going."

Rongrong continued in my arms: At the time, I thought it was you, and didn't think much of it. I just felt that thing was so hot and so thick,

stirring inside me and making me feel so good. I felt light and airy, and then I didn't think about anything anymore.

When I woke up, I saw a very strong black man on top of me, with his penis in my mouth.

Without thinking, I bit down hard. At the time, I didn't know he was the leader of the Shark Gang. Peter said

they originally planned to gang rape me that night and then send me back to the hotel, but this time I seriously injured his penis

, so he wanted to punish me. I didn't want to, but they gave me hallucinogenic drugs,

injected strong aphrodisiacs, and even filmed me in porn... Waaaaaah…
??? As Rongrong spoke, she began to cry in my arms. I never imagined my wife would suffer such humiliation. I

held her tightly with pity. "It's all over now, it's all over. I've come to save you, my wife." Rongrong looked up at me through

her teary eyes . "Husband," "Wife," we finally kissed after more than a year apart.
We kissed passionately, our tongues intertwined. Suddenly, I sensed something was wrong. I released

Rongrong's mouth. "Wife, your tongue..." Before I could finish, Rongrong burst into tears again. She slowly extended her

tongue, and there, in the center, was a steel ball. "Rongrong, what is this..." Just as

I was shocked, Peter and several men pushed open the door and entered. Peter pulled Rongrong from my arms to his own

, twisting her hand and asking, "What were you saying to your husband, little sex slave?" Rongrong

frowned in pain and said, "Master, Master, please be gentle. Rongrong's hand is about to break. I was just telling my husband

how I ended up in Master's hands." Peter loosened his grip. "Oh? Where were you going?" Peter

asked, squinting at me. Rongrong obediently replied, "I was saying... I was blind and

bit Master's sacred weapon. I'm guilty.
" Peter's men brought her a single sofa and sat down facing me. He grabbed

Rongrong 's slender waist and pulled her into his arms. "You don't know," he said, "your wife almost bit off my penis

. I was furious, which is why I didn't return her to you in time. But thankfully, otherwise,

how would I have this invincible big penis and this beautiful, slutty little sex slave?" Peter laughed arrogantly

, pressing his foul mouth against Rongrong's fragrant lips. Unexpectedly, Rongrong opened her mouth and let Peter's

tongue enter her mouth. I saw their tongues swirling in Rongrong's mouth, Peter's

tongue occasionally protruding from her cheek. I shouted angrily, "Bastard, let her go!" Just as I was about to get off the bed,

I was held down firmly by Peter's men. Peter looked up and released Rongrong's mouth, but unexpectedly,

Rongrong opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to chase after Peter's tongue. Peter glanced at me like a victor,

then stuck out his tongue again. The two of them, mouths open, let their tongues intertwine in the air like two fleshy snakes.

The steel ball on Rongrong's tongue was covered with Peter's stinking saliva. This lewd scene made me roar, "

Rongrong , what are you doing?" Rongrong only reacted when she heard my roar, quickly withdrawing

her tongue from its entanglement with Peter's, blushing, and burying her head uneasily, not daring to look at me.
"Hahahaha, how is it? I put the tongue ball in your wife's tongue. You don't know, your old tongue

is already very comfortable, but after I put this tongue ball in, every time she licks my penis, it feels so good. Whenever we kiss, if

I lick her tongue ball, she can't help but want to lick my tongue." Peter said, prying

open , pinching her tongue and playing with it gently.
Rongrong sat obediently in Peter's lap, her mouth open and tongue sticking out as he played with it. Her face flushed, she

breathed heavily, looking utterly vulnerable to teasing. "You don't know," Peter said, "your wife is my darling.

She starred in..." "The movie is a huge hit, and she's very smart. She learns everything quickly. Last year, she was a

clueless slut who only knew how to moan in bed. Now, I've trained her into

a harlot who serves men in bed. She's also the top stripper at my strip club. Every time she appears, she earns me over $100,000

that night . She's my precious darling." Peter said, pulling Rongrong to

sit astride his lap, facing me. He grabbed Rongrong's large breasts and began to knead them vigorously. The force made Rongrong

's breasts bulge between his fingers. Rongrong tilted her head back and gasped for breath, occasionally letting out a soft moan.

It seemed Rongrong was trying her best to hold back her cries. Rongrong's hands pressed down on Peter's

hands , but she wasn't stopping him; instead, she was guiding Peter to play with her breasts.
"How about it? Your wife's sexy, isn't she? You must be wondering how her small breasts

became big, right?" Peter said, flicking Rongrong's nipples, which were clearly protruding from her t-shirt

. "Mmm..." Rongrong couldn't help but moan as she was flicked. Peter pushed Rongrong up to stand facing me,

then grabbed one of her beautiful legs and placed it on the armrest of his sofa, so that she was standing on one leg and had the other leg propped on

the armrest, revealing her most mysterious crotch.
Peter put his arm around Rongrong's slender waist, pressing one hand against her plump, slightly protruding vulva, which was covered by her black lace high-waisted thong.

Rongrong's body went limp, and she quickly reached behind her to hold onto the back of the sofa behind Peter

. Peter gently slipped his fingers, still wrapped in the black panties, into Rongrong's mysterious crevice.

Rongrong let out a soft moan, her flat stomach contracting and expanding, her buttocks

swaying .
I saw the veins bulging on his angry forehead. I glared at Peter, watching him lewdly play with Rongrong.

If his men hadn't been holding me down, I would have jumped out of bed and punched him hard with my still-intact hand.
Peter gave me a lewd, mysterious smile: "Hehe, let me show you something good." He then grabbed

Rongrong 's black lace high-waisted thong and ripped it apart, then casually threw the torn thong at my face.

With a "smack," the panties, soaked with Rongrong's love juice, hit my face hard, then

slowly slid down, leaving my angry face smeared with Rongrong's sticky love juice. "No, no, not in front of my husband!"

"No..." Peter slapped Rongrong's large breasts, causing them to sway and bounce.

"You lowly slave, shut up. Have you forgotten your place? Or do you want me to punish you?" "

Upon hearing dared not resist any longer. She could only shyly brace herself with her hands on the back of the sofa, one leg propped on the armrest,

supporting her body with only one leg, displaying the beautiful shape of her genitals.
Between Rongrong's legs, her labia were open like a blooming flower, revealing her two bright red

labia , the beautiful pink and tender flesh inside, and the wet, slippery cavity. Her originally neat, black pubic hair had

disappeared; her smooth, delicate crotch was without a single pore, as if Rongrong were a born 'white tiger.' On

her mons pubis, Rongrong had a fierce shark tattooed on her. Rongrong's labia

looked Suddenly, under the light, Rongrong's crotch flashed. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was

a small platinum ring piercing Rongrong's clitoris.
" Rongrong turned her head away and whispered, "Husband, don't look, husband, don't look..." I stared blankly

between Rongrong's legs. Peter excitedly pinched Rongrong's clitoral ring and said, "Look, this is a clitoral ring I specially

made It even says 'Dedicated to my master Peter' on it. How about that? Your wife

asked me to put this on her. It's sealed now and can't be taken off. Also, I had the doctor

remove the foreskin on her clitoris with a laser. Your wife's clitoris can't be hidden anymore." As Peter spoke, he began to manipulate and twist Rongrong's

clitoral ring. "No, master, it's too stimulating! No, please, ah..." "Ah oh..." Rongrong

helplessly twisted her body under Peter's manipulation.
Peter patted the tattoo on Rongrong's mons pubis and said, "I had a Japanese tattoo artist who lives here do this

. It only appears when she's in heat; otherwise, it's like it's not there. It's our gang's symbol.

You know, that Japanese tattoo artist's eyes lit up when he saw your wife. After he finished, he didn't want any money

, just wanted your wife to spend the night with him. Your wife screamed all night long, hehehehe, that old man couldn't even

walk the next day."
Thinking of my wife being humiliated and covered up, getting that disgraceful tattoo, and being played with by a Japanese man, I was filled with rage

, wishing I could tear Peter to pieces.
I glared at Peter with hatred, but he nonchalantly pointed to Rongrong's

vulva, which resembled a blooming flower, and said, "This is my favorite masterpiece. It's always so beautiful. Look,

it really looks like a flower. I spent over two million dollars to hire the best underground surgeon in America to do this. He completely cut open your wife's

labia and then reshaped them. How about that? As long as your wife opens her legs, her labia will

open and become a beautiful fleshy flower. Oh, look, my beautiful fleshy flower is flowing with nectar." Sure enough

, a small stream of vaginal fluid dripped from Rongrong's vulva, and the fluid dripping from her flower-like vulva truly looked as

beautiful .
Peter continued, "I also specially asked someone to buy illegal drugs from the black market to increase your wife's

sensitivity Your wife's clitoris, vagina, nipples, and anus have all been injected with this drug. Now your wife

is twice as sensitive as ordinary prostitutes. Thank me." I really wanted to

kick Peter for his arrogant attitude.
"Charlie, come here, let our Miss Rong taste your fingers," Peter said to

the young . Charlie, hearing his boss's order, leered and licked his lips; he hadn't tasted

Rongrong's body in a long time. Rongrong cried out, "No, Master, not Charlie, please, no, not him!"

Charlie squatted between Rongrong's legs, extending his right hand. Only then did I notice that Charlie's fingers were exceptionally long,

his middle finger being a joint longer than the others.
Charlie's hand entered Rongrong's body. "Mmm..." Rongrong couldn't help but let out a long, soft moan. Charlie

slowly moved his fingers in and out, looking up at Rongrong to see her reaction. Rongrong's face constantly changed expressions,

sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing comfortably, sometimes biting her lower lip, sometimes panting heavily.

The sweet, tender flesh between Rongrong's legs was sometimes visible, sometimes hidden, as Charlie's fingers probed and teased, Rongrong's vaginal fluid dripping from the back of

Charlie 's hand onto the ground.
"Ah! There it is! Ah! Ya!" Rongrong suddenly screamed, then couldn't help but moan wildly

, "Indecent touch, ah! Oh! My G-spot! Ya! Don't press it!" Rongrong

twisted her waist and hips violently but couldn't escape Charlie's hand. "Oh! No! Ah! I want to! I'm

having an orgasm Rongrong screamed, her hands gripping the backrest tightly, her toes clenching tightly, her flat

stomach spasming with each contraction. Charlie opened his mouth wide to welcome Rongrong's gushing vaginal fluid during her orgasm. Suddenly, I saw a large wet patch on

Rongrong's chest, her wet t-shirt clinging tightly to her breasts,

revealing her large breasts faintly.
After Charlie finished ejaculating Rongrong's vaginal fluids, he reached into her vagina again. Rongrong's

body , writhed and moaned under Charlie's fingers. Peter lifted Rongrong

's wet t-shirt, exposing her large breasts. Soon after, Rongrong was brought to another screaming orgasm by Charlie. At this moment, I couldn't believe my eyes.

Rongrong's erect nipples had opened their own nipples, and her long nipples began to bounce

and sway, shooting streams of milk onto me. As Rongrong's orgasm subsided,

the twitching of her nipples gradually stopped, and the milk ejection became weaker. Peter flicked Rongrong's hard

nipple , and Rongrong's nipple bounced again, shooting out more milk.
"How about that? This is real milk, and it even sprays milk. It's not like those cheap stuffed in breasts ...""I spent over a million on your wife's breasts! I even had the doctor direct all her milk ducts to her nipples, and used expensive lactation-inducing drugs to ensure she never stops producing milk. Training her to orgasm and squirt milk really exhausted me, hahaha! This thing is specially for her." Peter said, taking out two golden objects. Rongrong's face changed upon seeing them. When Peter put the two golden objects on Rongrong's still-erect nipples, I finally saw them clearly. They looked like golden flowers, with overlapping petals spread open, and Rongrong's nipples protruding from the center of the petals.

The areolas were perfectly concealed by the petals, such a beautiful ornament on Rongrong's chest. I couldn't help but admire

its boundless beauty, making Rongrong look both pure and slightly wanton, incredibly alluring. Peter then took out a

golden ring and slipped it over the golden flower on Rongrong's nipple, giving it a gentle twist. "Mmm," Rongrong couldn't help but

moan. Peter then slipped the ring over the other nipple and twisted it, and Rongrong moaned again.
When Peter removed his hands, I saw two golden metal flower buds, about to bloom,

tightly enveloping Rongrong's nipples on her chest. "This is a nipple lock I specially commissioned a craftsman to make for her

. Only the key in my hand can open it. If her nipple lock can't be opened, she can't produce milk,

and eventually her breasts will burst from their own engorgement. Hehehe, isn't that beautiful?"
??? By this time, I was horrified by their cruelty. I never imagined Rongrong would be violated like this.

My anger slowly subsided, leaving only sorrow for Rongrong's ordeal.
??? They gang-raped Rongrong in front of me. Seeing Rongrong being ravaged beneath them, my heart bled. I was locked to the bed by

those thugs, and every day they would put on a show of violating Rongrong in front of me. Gradually, I

became numb to it. Rongrong was no longer ashamed to be raped by these villains in front of me.
Just when I thought I would be imprisoned like this for the rest of my life, Rongrong suddenly opened the door to

my room, her body covered in semen. She led me out, urging me to run. Seeing her ravaged body, covered in

semen grabbed her, saying, "Let's run together." Rongrong shook her head, tears streaming down her face, saying,

"No, it's too late. I can't go. Husband, forget about me. Go back to China and find a good woman to marry. I'm no

longer good enough for you." "No, I will never abandon you, wife. I love you. Come with me." I

hugged Rongrong tightly, saying forcefully, "No, husband, you don't understand. I... I'm no longer

the wife . I'm just Peter's sex slave now. I... I... I can't live without him anymore. I'm sorry,

husband, this is the last time I'll call you husband. Qiang, you must go. I had

the chance because Peter wasn't here. Go quickly.
" Hearing Rongrong's words struck me like a bolt from the blue. I couldn't believe it: "No, Rongrong, I don't believe it, it's not

true! Why, why would you rather be his sex slave than my wife?" Rongrong turned her head away, not daring

to look at me: "I... I've been subdued by Peter's big cock. My body can't live without him anymore. You don't

know , my body has more than ten orgasms every day. Can

you do that? His cock is thick and long, and it has beads. Every time he rapes me until I'm dying and feeling incredibly good.

Can you do that? Look, I asked him to put this clitoral ring on me. How about that, is that enough?"
I stared at Rongrong in disbelief. The person in front of me felt so unfamiliar. "You slut and that

scoundrel go to hell!" I turned and ran. I didn't want Rongrong to see me cry. I kept running until I

collapsed from exhaustion. Finally, a passerby rescued me. In despair, I sought

asylum and returned to my long-lost homeland. But my heart had died in America. I didn't know

why I was alive.
After seeing me run away, Rongrong, with tears streaming down her face, silently said, "I'm sorry, husband, we can't go back to

the way things were. As long as you're doing well, Rongrong has no other desires. Goodbye, husband." Rongrong turned and walked back to Peter 's

brothel. Seeing the drugs scattered on the floor, she picked up a syringe, silently put her feet on the sofa armrest, spread her legs, and inserted the syringe into her vagina. "Oh ...so good...ah...so hot...mmm...I want it..." Rongrong threw away the empty syringe, and with a lustful look, climbed onto the bed where a bunch of men were lying. While using an electric vibrator to thrust in and out of her vagina, she grabbed the penises of the sleeping naked men and gave them oral sex. Rongrong cried out loudly, "Ah...so good...so good...fuck me to death, keep going...fuck me to death...so good!" "Rongrong's moans echoed in the night sky. After returning to China, I ultimately didn't get married. I brought Rongrong's parents to live with me. I told them that Rongrong and I had been in a car accident a year ago, that Rongrong was terminally ill, and that I only returned to China a year later after recovering. I promised to treat them as my own parents and fulfill my filial duties. Every time I see Rongrong's picture, I think of her moaning and groaning lasciviously under Peter and the others, and I can't help but masturbate."

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