The Price of Exposing Your Wife

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(1) Exposure

I've been married to my wife for two and a half years, and I feel incredibly happy and sexually fulfilled. She

married me as a virgin, and with my gradual guidance, she has become very compliant and enjoys all kinds of sexual pleasure.

Recently, I've started to guide my wife to dress more revealingly when we go out. With her 35D

breasts , 24-inch waist, and 36-inch hips, she often attracts

the attention of other men in various situations.

My wife, who was initially shy about dressing revealingly, has gradually become more accustomed to it,

which to even more intense and passionate lovemaking when we're at home.

That evening, at my suggestion, my wife, dressed in a rather eye-catching outfit—a white, tight-fitting sleeveless

top and a white, loose-fitting floral skirt—went to a market outside a riverbank in a neighboring county. This market

seemed to be a weekly gathering place, quite different from typical night markets. Night markets are rather monotonous,

while this market had many more fun stalls, such as marbles and balloon shooters. The market also had eye-catching, revealing displays selling miscellaneous goods and medicinal wines.

We strolled and played in the market, but my wife and I kept our distance. I could see many

men secretly staring at my wife

. Her tight-fitting sleeveless top seemed unable to contain her 35D breasts, and the bra lines were clearly visible on the top.

My wife stopped at a stall, and I knew she wanted to look at the cheap bags on the ground. I saw

her glance back at me, so I immediately went behind the stall owner and watched her from a distance. I saw her squatting down

, choosing bags, her panties barely visible between her white thighs.

I noticed a few shifty-looking men nearby, all peeking at

my wife's exposed skin. For a moment, I felt a pang of unease, but also a nameless, hot excitement

.

My wife continued browsing in the market, and I, keeping my distance, noticed a few

more shifty-looking Later, she stopped at a clothing stall

, choosing clothes and seemingly asking the owner about prices and styles.

The stall owner kept glancing furtively at my wife's body, while several shifty-looking men surrounded

her, seemingly looking at the clothes. My wife didn't seem to notice them, only glancing back at me

before asking the owner something and taking three pieces of clothing to the space between two carts behind the stall.

It was then I realized my wife was going to try on clothes. There was a white cloth set up between the carts as a

fitting area for customers. While my wife was trying on clothes, I noticed the four or five

shifty-looking men talking to the stall owner and even slipping him money

. Suddenly, the owner turned a large electric fan towards the white cloth. The cloth fluttered slightly from the side, and although it only

lasted about I saw my wife inside, wearing only a bra and panties, preparing to try on the clothes.

The white sheet fell down, and less than ten seconds later, the shop owner turned the fan around again. This time, I saw my wife

wearing only underwear, and she was taking off the top she was trying on. My wife was facing away from us, and

as soon as she took off her top, I saw her bare back! Wow! My wife was even trying on her bra...

At this moment, I noticed that there were as many as six men standing around me. The conflicting yet

exciting heat intensified.

Later, when the shop owner tried to lift the white sheet a third time with the fan, it didn't move. Suddenly,

I heard a low "Let's go" of disappointment from everyone around.

At this moment, although I felt very excited, I was also a little

worried about the atmosphere of the "audience" around me. So I secretly retreated to the side and kicked off the generator plug connected to the fan!

The shop owner turned the fan around again, but when he found it had no effect, he noticed that the plug was off. While the shop owner

was fixing the plug, my wife suddenly came out dressed, ending everyone's eye-catching time.

My wife continued browsing the stalls, and I followed her from a distance. I saw her stop at a shaved ice stall,

glance back at me, and then go inside, choosing a corner seat to sit down and order shaved ice. I sat down at a table

in the opposite corner.

My wife, with her head down, slowly turned her legs under the table towards me, crossing them over each other. Her loose

short skirt appear even shorter, revealing her fair and alluring thighs to me.

At that moment, two shifty-looking men sat down at my table, and two or

three men sat down at the table next to me, all ordering shaved ice and secretly admiring my wife's curves.

My wife, with her head down, didn't notice so many men watching her; perhaps she thought I was the only one looking at her

? So she slowly lowered her legs, bringing them together, and then subtly shifted their

position, her panties flashing through her eyes several times.

Just then, my wife received her shaved ice. She tilted her head up to take it and noticed a lot of men in her direction.

Her face flushed, and she squeezed her legs together to avoid exposing herself.

A man at the same table as me mumbled in Taiwanese Mandarin, "That woman's pretty good, hey." Another man

whispered back, "Awesome!" Haha, looks like you're both peeking… I really want to have a go with that woman…

I overheard the two men discussing my wife's thighs, her large breasts, and so on…

I remained silent and ate my shaved ice…

After finishing her shaved ice, my wife got up and continued shopping. Two or three men approached her,

but she kept her head down and shook her head, refusing to talk to them.

I thought it was about time to go over and take my wife away from the market, but then I suddenly

noticed a stall nearby. A woman dressed very scantily

cladly was sitting

on a makeshift single bed, being massaged by a lecturer. The stall sold a bunch of miscellaneous items and medicinal wines, and many men were gathered around. The woman was only wearing a semi-transparent men's shirt, sitting on a makeshift bed in the middle of the market. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were almost

visible. The shirt had three buttons undone, and her breasts, which looked slightly smaller than my wife's, were partially exposed.

The lecturer was explaining some female health issues and massage techniques while massaging her

. When I saw this, the lecturer was massaging around her thighs, and the woman's legs were half-open, her underwear clearly visible.

I'm a man too, of course I couldn't help but watch such a scene. Perhaps because I was momentarily stunned, I didn't...

Noticing my wife's mood, she suddenly walked in front of me and blocked my view, which startled me.

She passed by me from the side while continuing to walk.

Because she passed by me from the side, I knew I was in trouble just by looking at her expression

. She seemed angry and jealous.

She slowly walked by while whispering, "Do you prefer looking at him or me?" "She has a better figure than me?"

Before I could explain, she suddenly turned around and walked into the crowd at the stall. I saw her squeeze

to the front of the crowd and ask the lecturer a question, something like, "Is this massage effective?" or "

I don't believe it." I didn't pay attention because I was only thinking about how to coax my wife not to be angry later.

(2) Overthinking

I don't know how long I was thinking like this. When I suddenly felt that my surroundings had changed, I looked up and found that

my wife had agreed to go on stage and let the masseur try to massage her.

This booth wasn't just staffed with one massage instructor; there were several people helping out, but they didn't seem like nice guys.

They had my wife sit on a makeshift single bed, and the masseur began pressing on her shoulders and back.

As he massaged her back, her full breasts naturally thrust forward, trembling slightly

with the massage. Everyone watched quietly, and I could occasionally hear the men around me

swallowing hard. I felt quite helpless, knowing my wife was angry and upset because I had been staring at the prostitutes.

The masseur explained my wife's physical condition while massaging her back,

but it was all very vague. This way, I could be a lecturer too! Then, he suddenly invited my wife to lie face down on the single bed,

saying he needed to massage her back, buttocks, and legs.

My wife glanced at me, which should have been a request for my permission, but instead, she

just glanced at me and lay down on her own. It seemed my wife was really angry about me staring at the prostitutes' revealing outfits.

At this point, those seemingly unfriendly staff members surrounded my wife after she lay down and moved the single bed

so that her legs were more facing the audience. The masseur explained that this would allow everyone to see the massage area

more clearly . I had a feeling that they were deliberately exposing my wife's underwear to

the audience.

The masseur began massaging my wife's sides, occasionally massaging between her buttocks. After repeating this several times, seeing that

my wife didn't seem to mind, he started massaging between her buttocks under her loose short skirt.

Everyone could clearly see her two round, perky buttocks, sometimes slightly parted to the sides

, and the masseur's hands kneading and shaping her buttocks, creating a concave appearance.

Then the masseur slowly began massaging down to her legs. My wife's legs were still tightly closed, and the masseur

explained that he hoped she could relax.

So she gently massaged my buttocks and thighs back and forth. I guess she was doing it on purpose.

Every time her hands slid over the junction of my buttocks and thighs, she would lift my loose short skirt a little higher, explaining that there

were sciatic nerves and female physiological acupoints at this junction, and then she would

massage ...

After several rounds of this, the loose short skirt could no longer hide it, revealing almost half of my white, round

buttocks white panties were also showing about a third of their length. At this point, the men around us began to swallow more and more

.

I was genuinely worried and regretful for making my wife angry, but... another inexplicable sense of excitement

was growing stronger. My wife, who was lying on her stomach, turned her head and seemed to be looking at me, searching for my expression in her eyes.

Seeing that my wife was exposed and offered no resistance, the masseur became bolder, massaging her buttocks upwards several times

. Using this direction, he slowly pulled her loose short skirt up to her waist,

revealing her entire round, smooth buttocks. Her panties were completely exposed. The masseur then kneaded and massaged her

buttocks .

It seemed he used a bit too much force; two or three faint red finger marks

from the masseur .

At this point, the masseuse explained that it's important to stay hydrated during the massage, preferably with salt water. However, they

had warm saline solution for women's menstrual health. A staff member brought it to my wife, and surprisingly,

she obediently drank the water and continued the massage…

I was wondering if there was anything wrong with that water. Despite my worry,

the sight of my wife exposed to a group of strange, seemingly untrustworthy men overcame my anxiety.

My wife still lying on her side, looked at me with a satisfied expression, seemingly pleased with my stunned gaze…

The masseuse continued massaging my wife's buttocks, repeating the same movements two or three more times, and then slowly lifted her

loose shorts, revealing her entire buttocks and underwear. He then began

massaging

down her thighs, then her calves.

I suddenly had a feeling that the masseuse and the other staff members, who seemed to be of questionable character, were exchanging

glances as if they were waiting for something… For some reason, I still felt there was something wrong with that water.

At this point, the masseur began massaging my wife's inner thighs, near the back of her knees,

slowly sliding upwards and then back down. Because his hands were massaging near the inside of her knees,

it naturally parted my wife's legs slightly. Sometimes, instead of massaging, he would use a smooth, gliding motion,

suddenly sliding up and down her inner thighs.

The masseur seemed to notice that this area was sensitive—I knew it was

one of her erogenous zones—so he focused on that area, gradually moving upwards until he reached the

juncture of her inner thighs. I noticed my wife, lying face down, starting to moan softly.

Looking at her expression, I knew she seemed to be enjoying it and it aroused him. Her

expression was strange… Had he gone a little too far? I started thinking like this. I kept staring at my wife, giving her meaningful glances,

and slightly shaking my head to indicate that it was time to leave. But... oh my god, my wife's eyes seemed unfocused as she turned her head

to look at me. I couldn't tell if she was even paying attention to me; her gaze just seemed unfocused and hazy...

At this point, the masseuse spread my wife's legs wider, explaining that she would massage the other leg first.

Then , she gently bent one leg upwards towards her upper body and placed it on the bed. Now

, one leg was straight and the other was slightly bent and spread outwards while she was lying face down.

At this moment, the staff turned one of the booth lights on my wife's genitals, making

it clear to everyone. My wife's panties were slightly damp...

The men around her were taking deep breaths as they watched this. The masseuse

massaged my wife's smooth thighs and calves, sometimes gently touching them back and forth, and then switching to massaging the inner thighs and genitals. Whenever

she got close to the inner thighs and genitals, my wife's moans seemed to increase slightly. After doing this two or three times,

the masseuse suddenly explained that she would use their skin lotion to massage her legs.

My wife, surprisingly, nodded slightly in agreement. The masseuse then took the lotion from the staff

and lightly applied it to my wife's legs, rubbing and spreading it while saying things like, "Miss, your legs are so beautiful. This lotion

will keep your skin even more beautiful," and so on, trying to coax her.

I couldn't believe it; my wife's expression seemed hazy, and she seemed quite comfortable.

The masseuse then continued applying the lotion to her buttocks, saying, "I'm afraid it might get on your skirt… so…"

Because of the distance, I couldn't hear what the masseuse whispered in my wife's ear, but I saw her

nod, her eyes seemingly unfocused, and her face flushed.

At that moment, although I was filled with an unprecedented, inexplicable excitement, a sense of

unease crept into my heart… yet, it was still mixed with excited anticipation.

(3) Out of control

Then I saw the masseuse gently massaging my wife's inner thighs with lotion, while telling the staff

to come over and whispering to them. Then the masseuse stopped, and the staff came over and slowly pulled my wife's skirt

down and took off the skirt...

Then they pushed my wife's top up a little, and then applied lotion to her waist and slowly applied it

upwards . The staff on the left and right pushed my wife's tight top higher and higher until

it was under her armpits. The staff gently pulled my wife's arms straight forward and then pulled the top towards her hands and took off

the top.

My wife suddenly seemed to want to sit up and grab her clothes, but the staff smiled and said they would

fold and put them away for her, so she shouldn't worry. Then the masseur gently pressed on my wife's back, and she lay back down...

At

this point, my mind was completely blank. I was worried, but also excited, watching my wife lying there

in a place full of strange men, wearing only a bra and panties, while the masseur continued to apply

lotion and massage her back, then down to her waist, then onto her buttocks,

outside and then slowly down to her legs...

Then, while saying that he would ask his apprentices to help, two staff members came over and massaged my

wife's The masseur massaged her legs and inner thighs with lotion. I saw the pale white lotion on my wife's fair skin

, and in the light, it looked as if men's semen had covered her entire body.

The masseur reminded the two staff members several times, "Be careful!" "It will get on the lady's

bra , be careful, it will get on..."

Then they looked down at my wife, who was lying down, and said something. I saw my wife's expression turn red and become unfocused,

and she kept nodding while panting slightly. Then the two staff members reached out to unhook my wife's bra at the back...

At

this moment, my mind went blank. I felt I should stop and just shout. Going in to identify my wife

and bring her out would be the fastest and most direct way. But...

God... the staff member smiled and said that they were not very good at unhooking bras and were afraid of breaking them. "Come on! Unhook it yourself..."

After saying that, they took my wife's hands on the left and right and guided them to the back of the bra clasp. Then... my wife,

under their guidance, unhooked her bra herself.

The masseur, while massaging my wife's legs, remarked that her underwear would get wet...

He then slowly pulled my wife's panties down, pausing at her thighs as if to

check for resistance. My wife, however, remained dazed, lying face down, softly

panting. So the masseur boldly removed all of my wife's panties from her legs and handed them to another

staff member...

And just like that... my wife lay naked in front of this group of shifty-eyed men. My

mind went completely blank; I couldn't think straight. It was an unprecedented, inexplicably stimulating sensation, a rush of heat coursing through my body.

I... was stunned...

The masseur and a staff member, one gently stroking and applying lotion to her upper body, the other to her lower body, buttocks, legs,

and back. Some of the lotion flowed down onto my wife's 35D breasts, which bulged outwards due to

the pressure , and the lotion slid down these bulges.

The masseuse continued massaging my wife's bare buttocks with lotion and then boldly began to squeeze

and slightly spread her buttocks apart with her palms.

At this point, the staff massaging my wife's upper body noticed that her waist seemed quite sensitive, and

the groove along her spine was also quite responsive. So they gently stroked down her spine, then

slid down to her waist, and then pushed back up to the sides of her breasts, repeating the process.

Then the masseuse told my wife to

continue massaging her legs in the same position as before, one leg straight and the other bent. Good heavens, my wife was wearing underwear before, but not now! This

position, with her legs spread apart, even though she was lying face down, still allowed everyone to clearly see...

most of my wife's genitals.

Whether it was lotion or my wife's vaginal fluid, everyone could clearly see that my wife's labia were wet and

sticky The masseuse then began massaging her inner thighs, occasionally letting his hand suddenly glide across my wife's

labia.

At this moment, one of the men who had been discussing my wife's naked body overheard something that made me suddenly

feel I should stop. They said that they had bought that lotion from that stall before, and that it was an aphrodisiac cream that would irritate women so much that they couldn't stand it,

especially when applied to sensitive areas like the nipples and labia, turning even a lady into a slut...!

I was surprised. Regardless of whether the two men were telling the truth, I saw my wife start

panting heavily, and the panting grew louder and louder. At that moment, I knew I had to stop!

So I shouted loudly, "Wife! Wife!"

Huh? My wife was still expressionless, panting, not looking in any direction, not responding at all?

Just then, another staff member who had been quietly watching suddenly shouted, "Haha, does everyone

like this woman? If you do, shout 'Wife, I love you!'!"

As a result, the men around us started shouting one after another, "Wife, wife, I love you! Wife, come home with me!

Beautiful wife! You're so great! You're mine! Wife!"

Wow, I was calling out for my wife too, but my voice was completely lost in everyone else's shouts.

The staff looked tall and burly, with a face full of menacing features. I'll just call him "Tall Guy." He was pointing at me and I don't know

what he was saying to the masseuses and the others, but it was too noisy to hear. I tried to squeeze to the front, but after a couple of tries, the people in front of me

seemed annoyed, and several of them turned around and glared at me.

Before I could even think about what to do next, what I saw next stunned me. I saw

the masseuse and the staff member suddenly help my wife sit up, and the masseuse grabbed my wife

's hands on either side and pulled them slightly back, pretending to massage her hands.

My wife sat up completely naked, facing everyone. Her hands were being pulled back and

massaged, her full breasts involuntarily thrusting forward. With the vibrations of the massage, her large breasts

swayed. Suddenly, everyone around fell silent, stunned by the incredibly alluring sight of my wife.

Even I was speechless; a strange excitement completely overwhelmed me.

My wife sat naked on the bed, clearly visible to this group of shifty-eyed men.

The masseur had a staff member behind her, constantly pulling her hands back and massaging them

. The masseur applied some lotion to my wife's chest, then used his hands to apply more

to her lower abdomen from behind.

For some reason, when the masseur touched my wife's lower abdomen, she trembled slightly, then

slowly moved his hands upwards, reaching her breasts. My wife's soft moans, combined with

the vibrations from the massage, made her large breasts sway even more.

Suddenly, the masseuse slid her hands, which were covered in lotion, directly onto her 35D breasts. At this

moment I saw my wife suddenly start moaning even louder.

(4) Letting go

At this moment, I really wanted to stop her because everyone's eyes were strange. I shouted loudly again, "Wife!" "

Wife !" "It's me!" "Stop, let's go home!!"

As a result, the people around me started shouting again, "Come home with me, wife!

Wife, you're so great!" Come home with me!! I love you, wife!! Keep going!

Everyone's emotions were getting higher and higher. I wanted to push forward, and everyone pushed and shoved forward. At this moment,

several staff members came out. They were all very strong and blocked the front and shouted, "If you keep pushing and shoving, we'll close up and stop the performance!"

At this moment, it was a bit chaotic, and even in the noise, people were shouting prices. But the scene on stage suddenly made

everyone quiet down and stare in disbelief.

I saw that one staff member was still holding my wife's hands behind her back, and the other was

hugging The masseur massaged my wife's breasts with both hands , while simultaneously

massaging her thighs from the front, slowly sliding his hands inwards to spread her thighs apart.

The person holding her hands from behind pulled her naked body backwards. Then, while the masseur in

front massaged her inner thighs, he instructed two staff members to come over and

grab my wife's calves, folding them upwards... Everyone was stunned. My wife was not only completely naked in front of everyone, but her legs were also

spread and folded ...

She was pulled back by the person behind her, causing her genitals to be lifted further forward and upward, making her entire vulva completely visible

to everyone

It seemed the lotion was working on my wife's sensitive areas, along with the effects of the medicine from the water earlier. At this point, my wife

had a dazed expression and eyes, offering no resistance.

The masseur then began massaging my wife's inner thighs, slowly moving closer and closer to her vulva,

observing her reaction. Then, the masseur boldly reached out and massaged my wife's

vulva separating it to reveal her inner labia. At this moment, my wife... Her body began to tremble, and her panting grew increasingly rapid.

Her large breasts were being massaged by the man behind her… no, at this point it wasn't a massage anymore, it was

caressing. The man behind her boldly and directly caressed and rubbed her breasts, constantly teasing her

nipples. Meanwhile, the masseur used one hand to stroke her inner and outer labia, while the other hand

teased rubbed her clitoris. The men around them cheered and applauded in unison.

At this moment, I saw my wife's panting become even more rapid, and she began to moan, her lower abdomen starting to twitch…

…This scene was all too familiar to me. It was my wife, her vagina and genitals were starting to feel aroused, she was about to climax.

Looking at the six people on stage—one on each side, one behind, one in front—rubbing and caressing my wife's naked

body, my inexplicable excitement had reached its peak. But I still reflexively tried to push

forward , to rescue my wife. Finally, a very burly staff member came over and forcefully pushed me to the

ground

. I immediately stood up, wanting to fight the staff member, no matter how strong he was. But the staff member approached

me, first apologizing in a brotherly Taiwanese accent, then offering me betel nuts and cigarettes, asking if I wanted some.

I shouted loudly, "That's my wife on stage! I want to take her away! Take her away!!"

The people around me went crazy again, all shouting that I wanted to take her home too! She's mine! She's

my wife!

The staff member said helplessly, "I know this performance is great, but we can't have everyone claiming she's their wife

, can we?"

I continued to shout, "She really is my wife! She really is! Let me go on stage, my wife will immediately recognize

me!! "i=70> Then everyone started shouting again, "I want to go on stage too!! I want to take her back!! I want her!!"

I was about to shout again when the tall, burly staff member put his arm around my shoulder,

like me, and whispered, "Hey, you want to take that woman home? It's simple."

He immediately interrupted me, retorting, "What?! That woman?! That's my wife!!"

I pulled out a photo from my wallet—my wife's wedding photo. The staff member paused, looked

at , and then told me to wait while he handled it. He went back to the stage and seemed to be discussing something with the others, pointing and

whispering about me

. Strange…are these people staff? Why are there so many of them? I realized…these aren't

respectable people. I started to calmly observe them, and I discovered…two vans had already arrived

. The staff on the stage weren't originally from this stall; they seemed to be newcomers or

thugs.

I also noticed that many stalls in the market … The stall was already packing up; it turned out we'd come out late, it was already 11:30

...

The more I felt something was wrong, the more I decided to use my last resort: calling the police! I also called

a friend to bring reinforcements to rescue her!

Suddenly, the man who had just spoken to me on stage came down again, bringing another shorter man. He kept

bowing and apologizing, asking who I was about to call.

He told me it was all a misunderstanding, that he didn't know the woman wasn't alone, but they said she

had gone up on stage voluntarily, and I hadn't said anything or stopped her at first, so they

felt

At that moment, seeing my wife being harassed by those men, I started to panic and said to the man,

"Yes, it was indeed my wife who went up there voluntarily, and I didn't stop her, that was wrong of me. But in this situation

, my wife will be dragged off and gang-raped. I need to stop this and take my wife home!

" The man sighed and laughed, saying, "You must have some kind of fetish for showing your wife to others or raping her,

right?"

I was about to deny it when he laughed and said, "Don't deny it, let's talk about serious matters first. To be honest, we ultimately wanted to

take your wife back with us, but you'll definitely call the police or won't let it go. We're out having fun and don't want

to get wanted or cause any unnecessary trouble over a woman. Let's have your wife go back with you."

At this point, I breathed a sigh of relief, but he continued, "But look, a bunch of men in the audience are

going crazy because of your wife. I just told the guys on stage, and they're very unhappy because

your wife offered herself to us first."

I was about to refute him, but I stopped and listened to him, because I felt there was something veiled in what he was saying.

The man continued, "Your wife volunteered to come up on stage for everyone to have their way with, and you didn't stop her

because wanted to watch, while we just wanted to have some fun, even if we couldn't have sex with you." "Well, there's a way to have the best of both worlds,"

I said hastily, trying to continue. The man leaned closer and whispered, "We won't have sex with your wife. We'll just make her orgasm a few times on

stage like we are now, and use our men to block out the crazy men below, making sure

she doesn't get dragged off the stage, but without giving anything away, so the audience can enjoy the show.

" He took a drag of his cigarette and continued, "So... at the end, we'll pretend to let everyone

bid your wife to spend the night with, but we've conspired to make sure you win the bid, and then you can take her away. That way,

you can satisfy your fetish of seeing your wife exposed, and I can also give myself an explanation. The brothers on stage can have

some fun with your wife, but don't worry, it's not about having sex with her, and it'll satisfy the audience too.

How about it?!"

I added, "I'm their second-in-command; they'll listen to me!"

I was stunned for a moment. It really was a perfect solution, hitting the nail on the head. The man continued, "

If you don't agree, I'll pretend I didn't see it. Go on stage and take your wife away. But I don't know if

the will let you take her.

I don't want to see that kind of ending. If you're going to do that, I'll leave now because I don't want to see a bad

outcome Also, don't call the police or ask anyone for help, otherwise the situation will definitely get super out of control.

I don't know what will happen. And those brothers on stage, they just took a lot of pictures of your wife. If you call

the police and have those brothers arrested, I'm afraid they'll use those photos to retaliate against you later...

Anyway, if you follow my method, you'll be able to take your wife home soon. How about it, brother? Is it

a deal?"

This man was no ordinary person. I was temporarily convinced by him. He agreed to stay by my side, saying that if I had any problems or concerns,

I could talk to him directly. Actually, he was right... I wanted to see my wife in this situation, but I was worried that I would

n't even be able to get my wife back, and that she would be gang-raped by everyone. The method this man proposed solved all my concerns...

…

At this moment, the man gave the people on stage an OK sign, and I nodded to indicate that I was willing to let them

continue to play with my wife like this…

and the people on stage also nodded and lewdly smiled at each other, as if they were about to start playing with my

wife At this moment, I suddenly felt an indescribable sense of tension. Even her husband let the people on stage continue

, and I didn’t know how far they would play with her…

(5) Group sex

At this moment, I noticed my wife on stage. I didn’t know when her hands had been tied behind her back!

My wife was sitting naked on the edge of the bed, leaning back against another person, with her legs spread wide and folded together.

She was being held by the masseur on both sides with a massage stick, which was coated with some kind of ointment.

There was also a strip of ointment next to the bed. Then the massage stick was turned on and rotated quickly. The masseur slowly spread my wife’s labia majora

and labia minora and then inserted it into her vagina. The masseur began to quickly insert it into my wife’s vagina. Her

two large breasts were being held by the masseur on both sides. The vigorous kneading shaped her breasts into strange forms, leaving red finger marks on her fair skin.

My wife gasped rapidly, her lower abdomen convulsing, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing this, I knew… my wife was on the verge of orgasm; she was about to climax.

This scene aroused the lust of the group of shifty-eyed men in the audience, who shouted wildly. My wife's

moans suddenly grew louder. I saw the masseuse who had been violently thrusting the rotating vibrator into my wife now had

another person add a different vibrating dildo, spinning it rapidly to directly stimulate my wife's clitoris.

I know my wife's body best. If her clitoris is stimulated while she's on the verge of orgasm, she won't be able to take it.

I promised them they could only play with my wife, not do anything, but I never imagined just playing with her would lead to this.

However, a strange excitement filled my mind and body, and my initial worry subsided.

It seemed that what that man said really had a brainwashing and calming effect. Now, my mind was blank as I watched those men play with

my wife …

Sure enough, my wife's lower abdomen began to convulse violently, turning into a trembling, naked body. Suddenly, she straightened up

as if trying to sit up, but the people behind her grabbed her two legs, which were being held open. It was clear that the gripped areas

were red from being tightly squeezed, showing that my wife was trying to forcefully close her legs together. Under the influence

of the drug and the aphrodisiac ointment… Under the influence of the drug and the collective manipulation by this group,

my wife's eyes were completely glazed over, her small mouth constantly open, moaning and

drooling My God... my wife seemed to be on the verge of collapse...

Finally, after hearing my wife let out a loud cry, her whole body went limp. They stopped what they were doing, and

the vibrating dildo was pulled out. Everyone could clearly see that as soon as the dildo was pulled out of her vagina,

liquid entire vulva. I didn't know if it was ointment, lotion, or vaginal fluid.

I knew my wife had already reached a complete orgasm. Every time she did this, she would go limp and

lean against me, lost in thought. But now, it wasn't me beside her, but those wolves and tigers. Would

those people let my wife rest...? Sure enough, this time it was another man. He held a small, semi-transparent film canister

between my wife's open legs , containing a dark, paste-like liquid. He dipped his index and middle fingers in it and slowly inserted both fingers into my wife's vagina 　　. I anxiously asked the man beside me what kind of ointment it was. 　　He reassured me, saying it was an aphrodisiac ointment that directly stimulated the G-spot inside a woman's vagina, and he'd give me two bottles to take home. He added with a mysterious smile that the ingredients were expensive, but he was giving it to me as a gift … 　　I was still worried about the ointment… but what I was even more worried about was how long it would take. 　　I impatiently asked the man again, and he reassured me that he would keep an eye on things. He said he would stop my wife if she really couldn't take it anymore, and then they moved on to the final segment where he would take my wife home for the night. I started to get aroused; the man was always smiling, which made me increasingly uneasy. 　　Suddenly, on stage, my wife straightened her naked body again and began to moan softly. I saw a man inserting two fingers, covered in ointment, into her vagina, presumably searching for her G-spot. His fingers were moving around inside her vagina, searching but not inserting very deeply. 　　It was getting late, and all the market stalls along the riverbank had closed up, leaving only our stall still packed with people. My wife's moans suddenly grew louder, sounding even more helpless in the empty suburban riverbank. 　　It seemed the man had found my wife's G-spot. They kept using two fingers to probe inside her vagina, while the men who had been playing with my wife's breasts changed to two men, one on each side, vigorously rubbing her breasts. Sometimes they would even suck on her nipples directly. At this point, my wife's body began to tremble again 　　. I knew my wife was about to have another orgasm because I knew her body well. When her G-spot was being played with inside , if her nipples were also being sucked, my wife simply couldn't take it. I had accidentally made her faint a few times before. 　　So, as I watched my wife being treated like that with worry, my initial inexplicable excitement slowly faded, replaced by worry and tension... 　　I saw my wife on the edge of the bed, being played with by several men, her two large breasts being sucked by two men on either side, while her genitals were being manipulated by another man. My wife's trembling grew more intense, her moans grew louder, and the spasms in her lower abdomen became more severe. I knew her vagina was about to give out 　　. All around us, people were murmuring rhythmically, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" 　　At that moment, I noticed my wife's entire hips were starting to sway rhythmically. She wasn't conscious; her expression and eyes were completely unfocused. 　　Then, another person on stage suddenly pulled down his pants, took out his already erect penis, and moved it towards my wife. I suddenly shouted to the man next to me, "Hey!!" 　　The man seemed taken aback by my sudden outburst; he glared at me with a displeased expression. I looked back at the stage and saw the man shove his erect penis directly into my wife's small mouth. 　　The man next to me smiled again and said, "Just call me Second Boss. People usually call me 'Hey' !" That guy's jaw must have been dislocated right away... But as your good brother, don't do that next time. 　　I don't care who the boss is, I'll just confront him and say, didn't we agree not to take out your penis? 　　The man laughed and said, "I told you, I promise I won't do it to your wife." They were just giving her oral sex. I helplessly continued watching, a mix of worry and inexplicable excitement. 　　Then I saw my wife on the edge of the bed on the platform. Her hips, which had been swaying rhythmically, were now moving erratically all over. Her mouth was stuffed full of the man's penis, preventing her from making a sound. Her breasts were being rubbed and sucked, leaving many red claw marks on her fair skin. Around one nipple, I could clearly see bite marks. The man who had been stimulating my wife's G-spot with his fingers had switched to using three fingers, rapidly thrusting them in and out of her vagina. 　　Suddenly, my wife pulled her mouth away from the man's penis, letting out loud moans and groans, her whole body trembling violently, her lower abdomen convulsing. The men below the platform were shouting excitedly. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! 　　I figured my wife was about to have a breakdown and reach her climax, but time was ticking by, and my wife was being played with like this, having climaxed for so long this time? 　　She was on stage, and she was still close to collapsing from her climax, but it didn't end... I immediately thought of that dark ointment from earlier and worried. Suddenly, I saw my wife start to lose control of her bladder, and she urinated. Everyone...

Seeing this, they cheered loudly. The man who was playing with my wife's vagina was violently stirring her vagina with his fingers.

At this moment, I began to regret agreeing to their request. It seemed that even if they didn't have sex with my wife, just playing with her like this

was worse than having sex with her directly. Looking at the stage, my wife's naked body was helplessly being abused.

Her cries of lust, on the verge of collapse, sounded even more helpless in this desolate open space outside the river embankment in the dead of night. The unprecedented excitement in my heart

was mixed with more worry and regret. I thought helplessly, it should be over soon, right?

(6) Extreme cruelty

Two or three of the men on stage were playing with my wife while leering at the

men , as if to show off their masterpiece

. Two of the men even raised their hands and waved them up and down, gesturing for the men below

to cheer loudly with them. The men below cheered excitedly.

My wife still didn't go limp. Her whole body continued to tremble violently, and her lower abdomen continued to convulse violently.

I had never seen my wife in such a close-to-orgasmic state for so long...

At this moment, another man took the vibrating dildo that had been spinning at high speed and directly stimulated my wife's clitoris.

Another man also took a thin, long, rotating vibrating dildo and inserted it into my wife's vagina

. My God, I saw these three men playing with and stimulating my wife's vagina at the same time!

One man used two fingers to rapidly insert and stimulate the G-spot inside the vagina; another used a thin, long vibrator

to stir and wildly penetrate the vagina;

and yet another used a high-speed rotating vibrator to stimulate the clitoris. The wife's vagina was simultaneously being stirred and penetrated by the thin vibrator and another man's fingers

, while her clitoris was also being stimulated. Suddenly, the wife let out a loud, lewd moan, and her entire body stiffened.

Her naked body trembled violently, twisting against the man behind her. He grabbed her

large breasts and forcefully pulled her back against them, preventing her from escaping

their ministrations.

At this moment, liquid continuously gushed from the wife's vagina; I couldn't tell if it was urine or vaginal fluid.

The

wife's completely naked body was now writhing and trembling violently! My

wife seemed on the verge of a breakdown. She tried to break free from their ministrations, but she couldn't because the man behind her

was tightly holding her, gripping her breasts, and her legs were being spread apart and held.

I turned to the second-in-command and said, "My wife can't take it anymore! Stop!"

The man said, "Didn't you promise not to do it? You said you'd do whatever you wanted, right?

But I've been insisting on stopping!"

He gave a bitter, helpless smile and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go up and talk to them." So I

watched as the second-in-command went up on stage and whispered among himself, seemingly discussing something. But the men who were toying with my

wife continued their frenzied abuse

. Suddenly, my wife's head snapped back, and she screamed hysterically, her naked body

convulsing and twisting violently.

Her large breasts were being vigorously rubbed and squeezed by the man behind her, distorted into

shapes Her labia were being filled with fingers and a vibrator simultaneously, a constant, uncontrollable... Water splashed out at five o'clock.

Meanwhile, the second-in-command was still on stage discussing and pointing with several men, seemingly giving orders.

But his wife, subjected to their frenzied abuse, continued unabated

. Suddenly, his wife's cries stopped, but she was still tilting her head back, her small mouth wide open, panting heavily

, her whole body still trembling violently, her lower abdomen convulsing intensely.

I should be quite familiar with this kind of reaction from my wife; she should be about to collapse into orgasm, then go

limp But why was she continuing like this for so long? I had never seen my wife like this before.

At this moment, I pointed directly and bluntly at the second-in-command on stage, signaling to stop them!

I saw the second-in-command nod vigorously at me, giving me an "OK" sign, and pointing at me with the man standing next to him.

Seeing my rudeness in pointing at the second-in-command, the man suddenly pointed at me too, his face

fierce

, and tried to rush off the stage towards me. I saw the second-in-command quickly block him, pulling and pushing him back onto the stage. At this moment, I saw the man look very unhappy, gesturing towards the

men who were frantically abusing my wife, pointing and saying something, then grabbing the microphone and shouting to the audience, "..." "Let's fuck this woman

to death! Okay?!"

The audience below the stage reached their peak of excitement, shouting "Good! Good! Good!"

before I could even continue yelling at the second-in-command on stage to stop it. At the same time, I saw the

men , their actions of abusing my wife, immediately transform into extremely violent and frenzied acts of abuse

. I saw the man with the high-speed rotating vibrator begin thrusting and

pumping forcefully into my wife's vagina.

The man with his fingers also began thrusting and churning her vagina very quickly, frantically stimulating

her G- spot

. And the man who had been stimulating her clitoris with the high-speed rotating vibrator began

rubbing her clitoris back and forth very quickly

. Suddenly, my wife's completely naked body began violently, hysterically, twisting from side to side

, her head still tilted back, panting loudly and hysterically, with a thick drool hanging from her mouth.

Then, her lower abdomen began to cramp even more rapidly and violently than before; I had never seen anything so intense.

The man behind her tightly embraced her upper body and breasts from behind, preventing her

from escaping their hysterical struggles. Her breasts were gripped so tightly they were deeply sunken.

My God… these men only wanted pleasure, completely disregarding my wife's safety. I kept shouting for

the second-in-command on stage to stop!

But he couldn't see me. I kept calling because I saw him pointing backstage, ordering the

disgruntled man to go back. The men in the audience, witnessing my wife's extreme abuse on stage,

were aroused to a fever pitch.

Then I saw the second-in-command pushing the man backstage. The man, glaring fiercely at

me, was reluctantly pushed back.

Meanwhile, the men on stage continued their frenzied abuse of my wife's naked body. My wife was now in a state of collapse…

These reactions on the verge of climax were completely different from before. I had never seen my wife

last last like this. I immediately thought of those aphrodisiacs and ointments—those were simply demonic drugs…!

I couldn't stand it anymore! I decided to rush up and stop them!

But I decided to call the police first and ask my friends to call for backup to rescue her. I knew

it would be difficult to snatch my wife directly from those people on stage, but at least there was hope that I could hold out until the police arrived

. My call to the police went through!

My first words were that my wife was being held hostage by a group of gangsters. My second words were that this was a riverbank near a bridge

in a county, and there was a market there. Just as the police were about to repeat themselves, suddenly four or five

men from the audience bumped into us, and we fell down. The four or five men were all laughing,

apologizing , and saying that watching the performance on stage was too exciting

. I immediately stood up because my phone had been knocked away in the collision!

I had no time to listen to those four or five men's apologies and jokes. I was busy looking for my phone on the ground. Those four or five men quickly

squeezed back into the crowd. My head was spinning... What a coincidence! I was only halfway through calling the police!

I wasn't even in the direction everyone was pushing... Could it be that those people...?

There was no time to think about it anymore. I looked at the stage again and saw my wife's head tilted back, slumped down,

her eyes half-open, half-closed, her gaze unfocused.

I was quite familiar with this reaction; my wife must have fainted?

But her eyes weren't glazed over, still half-open, her head limp. I couldn't tell. Was

my wife fainting or still on the verge of a breakdown orgasm? I hadn't seen it before...

Her whole body was still convulsing and trembling violently, her lower abdomen still convulsing rapidly

... My wife's body and vagina were still on the verge of a breakdown orgasm?

I didn't know! I'd never seen my wife react like this before. I tried to go around to the side and

rush onto the stage, but as soon as I moved, the audience below, in their excited pushing and shoving, pushed

me aside, blocking the men in the audience. Two or three more men then moved closer

. A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: why, from the beginning until now, whenever I

moved were there always men pushing and shoving me, only to be blocked by the men I was blocking?

I didn't have time to think about it further, because I continued to push my way out of the crowd, trying to find an opportunity to rush onto the stage. I

predicted the police would arrive soon

. At that moment, the second-in-command came running back from backstage to the crowd we were pushing, shouting with a wry smile, "Everyone,

be quiet, don't push, enjoy the show!"

I wondered again, why didn't he stop those men on stage from excessively abusing my wife? Was he stalling for time

?

I kept calling to him, urging him to go up on stage and stop them, but the crowd was pushing and shoving, and the scene was chaotic.

The second-in-command wasn't looking in my direction; he was busy talking to the men blocking us, seemingly trying to calm things down and control the situation

. The most frenzied and intense abuse of my wife continued on

stage. Then the second-in-command saw me and immediately nodded. He slowly walked up to the stage and

discussed something with the men still abusing my wife, all of them nodding and grinning lewdly. At that

moment, the men actually stopped their intense abuse and moved away from the bed, letting my wife

rest.

But my wife's body continued to tremble violently, her lower abdomen still convulsing rapidly.

Her head was limp, turned towards the audience, her eyes half-open, her gaze unfocused.

Looking at the men's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) lewd faces on and off stage, and my

wife in this empty suburban riverbank late at night, it felt like being in hell…

(7) The Lustful Scheme

Finally it stopped, and I breathed a sigh of relief. But my wife was still convulsing violently, which was really worrying

...

However, I was still hoping that the police would arrive soon. But... I had only said half of it, and I didn't know

if the police had heard correctly. To make matters worse, my phone was also missing...

At this moment, my wife's violent convulsions subsided a little, but the men in the audience started shouting again, "

Don't stop! Continue! Let that woman have sex to death!!"

These men in the audience were very excited, and it seemed that they were not satisfied with why it had stopped. These men

did not care whether my wife would be played to death. They only cared about seeing her have fun. The whole scene seemed to be about to

get out of control again.

I thought to myself, could it be... that another wave is about to start?

I stretched out my index finger and shook it at the second-in-command on the stage to signal, "Stop! Stop!"

The second-in-command nodded vigorously at me to show he understood.

On stage, he picked up the microphone and tried to smooth things over, saying, "Everyone, don't get excited. Let's take this woman

to the back to rest for a bit. There'll be something even more exciting later, okay?"

The men in the audience shouted, "Yes, yes, yes! It'll be even more amazing later!"

Just that one sentence silenced the frenzied men. The second-in-command

shrugged at me, as if to say, "Don't worry, he's taken care of it!"

Suddenly, I had a feeling that the second-in-command was suddenly helping me. Was he really that kind?

Impossible…!

At that moment, I was thinking that if the call to the police went through, they should be able to

rescue my wife smoothly when they arrived. Thinking of this, I felt much more relaxed and started paying attention to my surroundings so I could

use them if things got out of control.

Just then, the man who had been so aggressive towards me earlier came out from backstage. I noticed he was very tall and

strong. He glanced at me, a wicked lewd smile on his lips, and

then was still twitching slightly

. Watching him carry my naked wife to the back, I felt a pang of unease. I wanted

to rush onto the stage, but I held back for now because I was waiting for the police to arrive, and I couldn't let him ruin

my wait.

Then I saw the second-in-command driving a black sedan backing up to the backstage area, and then I saw the man carrying my wife.

After another man helped open the car door, he placed his naked wife in the empty back seat and laid her down.

The second-in-command then told them all to leave.

He then got out of the driver's seat and walked towards me. He smiled easily and said, "Don't worry,

let your wife rest and sleep for a while. I'm on your side... haha."

I nodded, pretending to thank him, and said, "If you really want to help me, you should let me take my wife home

right away !"

Of course, I didn't trust this second-in-command at all; he couldn't be that kind. So, I pretended, waiting for

an opportunity to act, determined to find a way to at least safely rescue my wife. I didn't care about my fate, even

losing my life, but I had to be sure I could safely rescue her!

Suddenly, the second-in-command leaned closer and whispered, "Brother, I've been almost by your side the whole time and helped

you with so many things, and I still haven't even touched your wife!"

Hearing this, I thought, "See... he's showing his true colors." I immediately said coldly, "

What do you want...? To play with my wife until she dies...?"

"Oh dear, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding," the second-in-command smiled and continued, "It's like this, I suddenly

have something to take care of and need to leave for a while, but I haven't even had a chance to touch your wife yet... Anyway, your wife

needs to rest, so..."

He then continued cautiously, "I'll drive that black car over there and park it a little further away, then I'll leave

your wife alone in the car to rest safely and peacefully." "I'll strictly order them

to stay here with you for the next hour. No one is allowed to go near that car, okay?

I've done so much for you, so when I get back I'll have a look at your wife's amazing body!

Then you can take her home, that's it!"

For a moment, I couldn't figure out what kind of wicked plan this second-in-command was plotting. I just replied, "Okay! When you

get back, only you can touch and play with her, no more group touching her together,

and no more doing anything like what happened just now that almost caused trouble for my wife!

Then we'll end tonight's business and I can take my wife home!"

I thought to myself, is this my chance? Of course, I should quickly agree and make some more tentative

requests to see how he responds. The longer I delay, the better the chance it is for the police to arrive. Sigh

... If the phone isn't missing, it will be easier to call for help later...

The second-in-command immediately said very politely, "Of course, of course, I told you not to worry too much, heh.

" So I watched him walk back to the driver's seat. I really couldn't figure out what was wrong. This guy agreed so readily;

he must have some kind of plan in mind...

I saw the second-in-command drive the black sedan towards the backstage area, but it seemed to get stuck. He leaned

out of the window and shouted to the back, "How did you guys get here?"

Several men pointed and said loudly that you couldn't drive straight through; there was a muddy area in the middle where you'd get stuck.

You had to go around the small hill on the left side of the backstage area; that way, the road would be paved.

I watched coldly, wondering if he was going to speed away and take my wife with him.

However, if they wanted to do that, I think they would have killed me and taken my wife away long ago. They

wouldn't have delayed until now, so I really can't understand what kind of wicked plan they're hatching.

I saw the second-in-command drive a black sedan around to the backstage area, behind a small mound. The mound was only about

one story high, so you couldn't see what was behind it from here. Then I saw the black sedan drive around to the other side of the mound

and slowly pull up to a stop a short distance from the backstage area

. The second-in-command got out of the car and hopped back, instructing everyone not to

disturb that woman! And absolutely no one is allowed to get close!!

Then he came over and grinned at me, saying that I shouldn't do anything reckless either. He promised that he would let me take my wife back in the end,

and that he had already helped me so much, so he hoped I wouldn't suddenly run over and snatch my wife away!

"Let him come back and have his fun..."

I nodded slowly, pretending to agree, but in my heart, I was thinking there was definitely something wrong because the way he was talking

was completely different from before. Could it be that he was really rushing somewhere to do something? Anyway, I thought the

longer I delayed, the better the chance of the police arriving. Just

then, I saw the second-in-command running quickly, talking on his cell phone, towards the back left of the backstage area...

I suddenly seemed to realize something.

But two men tapped me on the right, interrupting my thoughts. I turned around, and these two

were obviously the type who were quite good at fighting, but they were both very polite to me at the same time, saying that

I could contact them if I needed anything while the second-in-command was away... I thought to myself, "Hmph, too much politeness is bound to be a trap...

They're obviously sending two thugs to monitor and control me, aren't they?"

I glanced at the black sedan where my wife was resting not far from the backstage area, thinking, "Would these

wolves and tigers really let my wife rest like this?"

There must be an even more lewd plan waiting for me later.

Thinking this, I turned to look to my left and saw the second-in-command standing backstage to the left rear. Just then, the two men on my right patted

me and called me. I turned around, and they asked if I wanted a cigarette.

I impatiently said I already had one and turned my head back to my left. I

turned to my left reflexively because I didn't want to see these two men.

But they called me again, and one of the men even went around to my left, blocking my view. Suddenly, I had a

feeling that these two men had prevented me from looking in this direction two or three times...

At this moment, I glared at the man on my left and said coldly, "So? Are you already planning to kill me?"

Both men took a step back, waving their hands and quickly denying it. I took the opportunity to glance at my left, looking

around because I felt they had been trying to prevent me from looking in that direction

. However, I didn't see anything unusual. I did see the second-in-command get into a minivan on the backstage left rear

, and it quickly drove further and further away from the riverbank. Once on the other side of the riverbank, he got off. At this moment,

the man on my left leaned over again, blocking my view, and asked if I wanted betel nuts.

I ignored him, found a chair, and took out a cigarette. The two men beside me immediately

lit it for me. As I smoked, I quietly watched the black sedan not far from the backstage area, trying to calm myself down.

Thinking about it...

Just then, some men on and off the stage on the left started getting their phones ring and quickly left, starting

the cars and motorcycles parked around them. Oh? Suddenly, four men in one car, two men on each of the two motorcycles, all

leaving?

I thought to myself, even better, it's best if they all leave. There were still nearly 30 men on and off the stage. I watched

the cars and motorcycles quickly drive further and further away towards the riverbank on the left...

I coldly observed these men on and off the stage, and I noticed...

the remaining men seemed to be waiting for something, each doing some trivial things

to pass the time

. Looking at these people on and off the stage, I noticed something else...

there weren't as many audience members as before. Perhaps some of the men in the audience before

were actually but now, it was obvious that these remaining men, who were originally audience members

, knew all the people on stage

. I knew it! It wasn't a coincidence before. When I tried to go around to the stage, a group of audience members pushed and

shoved I even called the police on my phone, and a few people were knocked down, and my phone was gone!

Many of their men were scattered throughout the audience, constantly monitoring me.

I thought, they're no longer pretending to be spectators—does that mean they've achieved their mission? Perhaps even

their goal?

They must have achieved something, so what are they waiting for?

Just then, I heard the distant sound of police sirens from the other side of the riverbank. Great!!

Forget all your conspiracies, the police are here!! Yes!! Yes!!

A feeling of excitement, like winning the lottery jackpot, surged up

. Wait? Wait a minute? The distant police sirens seemed to stop, then faded away again

…? What's going on?

Weren't those the police I just called?

Half an hour had passed, and some of their phones started ringing. The men who

rang immediately showed excited, lewd expressions. Some even glanced at me furtively.

It felt strange. They quickly started their cars and motorcycles, and another car and two motorcycles drove away.

What's going on? Were they off work?

Getting ready to go find some women to have fun? Whatever, I kept my eyes on my wife's black car, waiting

for an opportunity to deal with these two men, snatch my wife, and escape. I didn't care about my life, but I

had to be certain I'd rescue her.

Just then, the man next to me handed me his phone, saying the second-in-command wanted to talk to me. I took it, and heard

his helpless voice say he'd just received a message that I'd called the police…

I grunted, not replying, and secretly glanced at the two men beside me. It seemed this call might

mean the second-in-command was about to turn hostile, since he knew I'd called the police?

I thought I was in for a tough fight. Looks like I'd have to fight alone in the end. Okay, let's go!

I prepared myself for a fight even if it meant risking my life!

The second-in-command continued, "Please, don't do anything reckless! The police matter has been resolved, it's over!"

His concise and powerful words made me feel like he wasn't really going to turn hostile.

I retorted to the second-in-command on the phone, "How did you know I called the police?"

He said he had people stationed on the other side of the riverbank, along both roads leading to the riverbank, to

block the police. Now, that man claimed to have reported the incident, and the police were probably looking for his

girlfriend . What a close call!

He then whispered to me that he hadn't told his other brothers about this, otherwise my wife would have

been taken away by them immediately and held hostage, never to return…

He added with a bitter laugh, "Please don't do anything rash, otherwise it'll be difficult for him to continue helping me."

I coldly replied, "I just want to get my wife back quickly. Hurry up and finish this so we can get this over with!"

He replied, "Okay, okay, don't worry, don't be anxious..." and then hung up.

I was surprised. It turned out that the entire river embankment was under their control. No matter if I

fought alone, called the police, or asked for help, they had a plan to deal with the situation.

But then I thought that they didn't just kill me and forcibly take my wife away. And they have been

trying to comfort me ever since. This is something that I have always found strange.

In the next moment, I wandered around the stage. Now there was no one to stop me from going up. Sigh...

I had been trying to go up to the stage to save my wife, but I couldn't. I looked at the messy sheets on the bed and

the liquid that my wife had just leaked everywhere. I felt endless regret and heartache. It was all because of my weird fetish that

my wife was ruined.

(8)

The two men next to me also had their phones ringing one after another. They happily got into the car and left.

Then two other men followed me. Beside me, another tall, burly man stood with a thug-like posture. I didn't care who

came ; they were all there to monitor and control me

. I wandered backstage, but couldn't go any further. Two men beside me restricted my movement. They politely said,

"Second-in-command's rule is that no one can get too close to the black sedan where my wife is resting

." I flipped through the descriptions of the various plasters sold at the stall, especially the aphrodisiacs and ointments.

I felt disgusted after just one look and didn't want to look anymore. My wandering around the stage and audience was purposeful; I was always looking for an opportunity to

secretly take a few things.

So, while keeping an eye on the black sedan where my wife was resting, I sometimes

slowly , sometimes sitting down to rest. After several trips, I had secretly taken and hidden two items: a folding knife and

a switchblade. I checked the time; two and a half hours had passed.

During this time, these people kept leaving in cars and on bicycles, about six at a time, and

about four would come back…

Hmm? They just left with excited, lewd smiles. Weren't they going home or out to play?

Why are they all back?

And I've noticed that those who come back sometimes glance at me with strange smiles. Could it be...

that they 're waiting for the second-in-command to come back so they can continue to abuse my wife?

Several more men's phones rang, and they left with the same excited, lewd grins. A few returned, and

when our eyes met, strange smiles appeared on their faces.

Looking at the time, more than four hours had passed. I didn't want to look at these men's faces. I turned back to look at the

black sedan in the distance, thinking that my wife should still be soundly asleep, resting. She was so tired, so very tired…

Twice, I asked these two men to call the second-in-command for me, tentatively asking how much longer it would take for

him to return. Each time, the second-in-command said it wouldn't be that soon. My probing of his return time was because I was already

planning my move!

I intended to use the two knives I carried to suddenly ambush and stab the two men beside me, then rush towards the

black sedan and snatch my wife!

However, this plan required me to keep some distance from the group of men on my left, lest they catch up to me too quickly.

For these four hours, I had been wandering around the stage and the audience, purposefully testing their reaction. It seemed the group of men

on my left had gotten used to my wandering around. Good! Later, I would use this wandering to

distance the two men beside me from that group!

I continued to stroll leisurely around the stage and audience area, with two men following me. I tried to

gradually increase the distance between myself and the group of men

. While strategically observing, I kept glancing at the black car where my wife was resting, constantly scheming about

what would happen if I successfully reached it. I even tried to think from the opposite perspective: how would they be

wary

Thinking this, I considered the opposite again…

If I were the second-in-command, would I be so comfortable leaving my wife in that black car?

Perhaps the black car was just a decoy… a decoy… No way!?

I looked at the black car not far backstage and wondered… what if my wife wasn't in there?

Where would she be? Perhaps out of boredom, I continued this reverse thinking...

A series of idioms and stories kept popping into my head... stealing the sky and replacing the sun, stealing the beam and replacing the pillar,

the cat replacing the prince ...

I noticed that several of those people's phones rang again, and then they left with the same excited, lewd grins.

A few returned, and when their eyes met mine, strange smiles appeared...

Suddenly, something dawned on me, my head buzzed, and a sense of unease surged within me. I immediately checked

my watch ; it was almost 5 a.m., and the second-in-command had been gone for almost 5 hours...!

I looked at the black sedan where my wife was resting, thinking that my gaze had barely left it

for long during this time. If I had to say what the gap in my not-seeing the black sedan was... Ah!! A small mound!!

At this moment, I tried hard to piece together the strange things that had just happened, trying to connect the dots: those two

men preventing me from looking to my left… the small mound behind me on the left… the second-in-command getting into a minivan… no

… no… the arrangement is wrong… there must be a connection…

I kept piecing together and rearranging the fragments in my mind…

the small mound… preventing me from looking to my left… the minivan leaving…

…some of these men leaving… and some returning… their eyes and smiles were all strange…

Ah! My mind suddenly went blank!! My God!!!

They transferred my wife to an SUV behind the small hill. Then the black sedan drove out and parked

not far from backstage. Two men prevented me from looking to my left because the SUV was going to drive out from behind the small hill.

Some of these men left, and some returned, their eyes and smiles strange. They were going to take turns having sex with my wife.

I turned around and saw several men return, and then several drove away, quickly disappearing up the riverbank.

I stared in horror at the direction they went. I felt... my wife was in that direction, not backstage

.

I looked back at the black sedan not far from backstage. Anxiety, anxiety, fear, and a whole host of other emotions

rushed into my mind. I checked my watch; it had been more than five hours since they left... Oh no! ...Damn it!

At this moment

, but because an unprecedentedly complex mix of thoughts was crashing over me: fear, confusion, regret, self-blame,

heartache, anger…

The two men who had been following me had probably noticed the undisguised change in my

expression . One of them suddenly dialed his phone, then handed it to me, saying the second-in-command was looking for me. I took a deep breath,

immediately calming my panicked thoughts.

I realized that this man, seeing my expression, had immediately called the second-in-command…

The timing wasn't simple. If I didn't stay calm, if I exposed their trick on the phone,

or against them, I knew my wife would never come back because… my wife wasn't here; she was with them

!

I took the phone. The second-in-command's first words were, "How are you? Is everything alright?"

Hearing this, I knew they were testing my reaction.

I thought, at least get my wife back first, so I sighed and replied, "Come back! I want to

take my wife home as soon as possible!"

The second-in-command replied with a smile, "Okay! I'll go back now, but it's quite a distance, I'll be there in about an

hour !"

I found a chair and sat down weakly, taking deep drags on my cigarette. I no longer wanted to keep staring at the

black car not far away in the backstage area. I had been worried they would find a chance to rush towards the car, but those worries were completely unnecessary.

I knew my wife had been taken somewhere by them, and they had been using her for over five hours straight. My wife

was completely naked, and under the influence of the aphrodisiac and ointment, she was completely at their mercy. For

over five hours, they had been taking turns with her, continuously being gang-raped by these men for over five hours... No! Six

hours...

Right now, I just want to see my wife as soon as possible, while also thinking about how to talk to

these people to get them to release her. Thinking this, almost an hour finally passed, and it was getting light; it

was almost 6 a.m.

Two or three cars and several motorcycles slowly drove towards the riverbank. I noticed one of the vans

was still swaying slightly from side to side as it drove. It seemed they were still doing it with

my wife inside.

The cars all stopped near the stage, and people got out and came over. The number of people on and off the stage quickly returned to

40. The second-in-command, who had also gotten out of his car, smiled and walked towards me. A man next to him blocked my left

view. I just wanted to see my wife as soon as possible, so I didn't confront them. I turned my head away from my left,

knowing that the SUV was about to circle around to the back of the small hill.

The second-in-command smiled at me without saying anything. I stood up, not wanting to say much, and only wearily said

one sentence: "Bring my wife out, and then let's end this!"

The second-in-command nodded without speaking and slowly walked towards the black

sedan circled behind a small mound before emerging and driving backstage. At this moment,

many men gathered around me, standing in a circle.

I saw another tall, muscular, dark-skinned man approach the black sedan parked backstage, lift my naked

wife from the back seat, carry her back to the stage, and place her on the bed. I saw that my wife's hands were still

bound

body was still trembling rapidly, and she was panting heavily. The man deliberately turned

my wife's head towards the audience; her head was limp and turned to the side.

My wife's eyes were half-open and half-closed, her gaze completely unfocused and blank, seemingly staring at nothing.

A trickle of saliva or some other liquid hung from the corner of her mouth.

My wife's lower abdomen was convulsing rapidly, a familiar sight that

indicated

her vagina had just finished a series of excessive stimulations. Her large breasts were covered in dark and light scratches and red finger marks, with

several bite marks around the nipples. Her entire body was also covered in scratches and red finger marks.

At this moment, the second-in-command, seeing I hadn't spoken, moved closer to me, looking at me without saying a word. I

knew he was watching my reaction.

Then, several men on the stage helped my wife up to sit on the edge of the bed,

leaning against the man behind her. Two men on either side each grabbed one of her legs, spreading them wide

apart to expose her entire vulva and labia to the audience.

My God… how can I describe it… utterly chaotic!!

I can only describe my wife's vulva as a complete mess.

Her labia majora and minora were both everted and open. I

know this wasn't normal; it was because of the recent intense sexual activity. Her entire vulva was covered in a

sticky

Between her everted labia, sticky white fluid was constantly dripping onto the bed. At this

time lower abdomen was still trembling rapidly with small contractions. With each larger contraction, her everted labia opened and closed

, and with each opening and closing of the labia, more fluid flowed out…

I knew it was the man's semen…

I didn't need to think to know that the previous six… For hours, these men took turns having sex with my

wife, without using condoms, ejaculating directly inside her vagina…

The semen flowing from between her battered, everted labia was even a thick, yellowish-white liquid—clearly

the semen of someone with a sexually transmitted disease…

I was furious, but… I remained silent, watching because I knew they were deliberately showing me

my wife's completely mangled genitals. The second-in-command was watching me intently, as were several other men around

us, seemingly waiting for my reaction. I found it strange; why didn't they just kill me and take

my wife away? This was something I couldn't understand.

I glanced at the second-in-command and asked, "Is it over? Then I'm taking my wife away!"

The second-in-command leaned very close to me and slowly said, "I want to discuss something with you..."

He added, "Your wife is really amazing. We want to continue playing with her." His very first sentence almost made

me lose control and want to just fight him outright .

But I just coldly continued to look at the second-in-command, wondering what they wanted to discuss, because they could simply

kill me and take my wife.

The second-in-command continued, "But you definitely won't agree..."

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he pressed close to my face, saying, "If we kill you directly,

we can take your wife and play with her to our hearts' content." "If two people go missing every time, our criminal records will pile up. If we let you go back,

I bet you'll call the police and hire people to retaliate. That'll be a huge problem. If we keep you around,

you'll constantly tell us what not to do, and then we won't have any fun."

Hearing this, I finally understood what they wanted. The second-in-command continued, "So,

oh dear, this is a real headache. Let's discuss how we can take your wife with us to continue

our fun, and you can agree to let her come with us for a few days."

I immediately replied, "Impossible!"

The second-in-command smiled bitterly and said, "I know, that's why we need to discuss..."

I interrupted him coldly, "How much do you want? I'm willing to pay in exchange for my wife!"

The second-in-command seemed to want to say something, but I didn't let him. I continued, "You also said you don't want trouble. Anyway, I

've already let you have your wife like this, and I'm willing to pay. You get both pleasure and money,

how about it ?"

The second-in-command nodded and said, "Talking about money hurts feelings. Let's discuss another point first." Then he widened his eyes and

said, "How can you guarantee that after you take your wife back, they won't call the police or retaliate?"

Hearing this, I slowly understood the second-in-command's further intentions. I believed they deliberately let me

know that my wife had been gang-raped by them for more than 6 hours. Now they wanted to directly ask me for some guarantees or collateral, to make

me voluntarily accept all of this so that they would have no worries.

I thought to myself, as long as I can safely take my wife back, I am willing to sacrifice all my assets and savings, and

make each of these men die a terrible death. However, I must first see how to negotiate with these wolves and tigers

before they will let me take my wife back...

The sky gradually turned white. Originally, the sunlight should represent justice, but when it shone on the faces of these men,

it reflected a lewd luster...

(9) Evil Plan

Looking at their expressions, I guessed even more clearly that they had already planned how to blackmail me. So I

coldly retorted, "What guarantees do you want from me? Tell me!

" The second-in-command, who had been watching me closely, said with a forced smile, "It's simple. All

you need to do is ask you to do something for us or make a couple of phone calls. However, it's still too early, and all the agencies

and organizations are still asleep, so we'll do these things later..."

I thought to myself, "Sure enough, these people don't want to release me. I absolutely cannot go with them again, absolutely

not !"

So I continued coldly, "I'm willing to give you a large sum of money to end things today. How about this: I

'll take my wife home, and you all come to my house. After noon, we'll go out and take care of some things, including transferring

the money to you... "

The second-in-command shook his head with a smile and refused, while giving a wink to the person next to him. I suddenly became alert,

as if if I didn't comply with their demands, they might do something to me or my wife...

At this moment, the second-in-command leaned close to me, staring at me and saying, "Brother, I know what you're thinking!

I propose two choices: one is that you and your wife come with us, and the other is that you go back, and your wife comes with

us as a hostage, to prevent you from calling the police or retaliating against us. We really don't want to hurt you or cause you trouble, so stop

haggling."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and ordered the people on the stage to take my wife to the van. I immediately shouted at

them , "Wait! There's 180 in cash in my safe!" "We'll bring you the tens of thousands and gold bars to my house..."

The second-in-command stopped, turned to me, and smiled, saying, "Come back with us first, we'll have plenty of time to come to your house to get them later

..."

At this moment, a tall, strong man on the stage picked up his naked wife and was about to walk towards the

van . Seeing this, and realizing my wife was about to be taken away again, I instinctively wanted to find a way to stop it, at least to get

them to agree to let my wife stay with me!

So I shouted loudly, "Okay, okay! I'll go with you...

but my wife has to stay with me! I want to hold her and ride in the same vehicle!"

The second-in-command turned to me with annoyance, his expression turning to a smile, and said, "Sigh... alright,

I agree, okay?"

After saying that, he ordered the men surrounding me to go and be with my wife, and winked at me again

...

Right now, I just wanted to hold my wife with me as soon as possible, and I didn't want to think about anything else. What was the second-in-command giving orders again?

But I had only taken a step or two when he suddenly picked up his phone and shouted, "Wait! There's

a problem!"

The men around me surrounded me again. I saw the man on stage carrying his naked wife

into the van.

At that moment, the second-in-command, having heard something on his phone, suddenly yelled at me, "The police are here again!!

" "Why did you call the police again?!"

Hearing "the police are here again?" immediately filled me with excitement, but also confusion. I hadn't called the police again…

Suddenly, the men surrounding me shouted angrily at me, saying things like "How dare you call the police!" and

started punching and kicking me. The situation spiraled out of control…

I endured the pain and the beatings, not fighting back, but using the time to push forward.

I wanted to quickly create a path to the van and rescue my wife if I could

squeeze through in time… I ran out and ran as fast as I could, hoping to intercept the van and block it!

Since the police were here, I had to fight to the death to delay its departure.

The scene was chaotic, and somehow I suddenly collapsed, unable to withstand the beating.

I lay sprawled on the ground, watching helplessly as the van sped away. I had failed

…

Only then did I notice the second-in-command beside me, angrily shouting orders to stop

the beating and yelling, “Everyone, get out of here! The police are here! Get out of here!

” The second-in-command helped me up, saying with distress, “Why did you call the police again? See? I told you

it would get out of control!”

Ignoring my injuries and pain, I yelled at the second-in-command, ordering them to bring my

wife !

Otherwise, when the police arrived, I would chase after them… "Go to the ends of the earth!"

I roared at the second-in-command. "If you order them back now, I'll only tell the police they kidnapped my

wife, not you!"

The second-in-command coldly replied, "Then go wait for the police. The result will be that your wife was taken hostage and killed, and she

won't come back !

" He continued, "You can still catch up with me now. It's up to you!"

After saying that, the second-in-command ran towards a car and jumped in. I didn't know whether to follow or not

, and kept looking back to see how long it would take for the police to arrive. The police arrived????

Everyone on and off the stage got into cars and motorcycles and drove away quickly. I reflexively

ran a few steps in the direction the van had left, then stopped and anxiously looked back, hoping the police would arrive quickly. What was going on?

Were the police tortoises???? Everyone had run away and they still hadn't arrived?? The police arrived?? Where did they go????

At this moment, the second- in-command... A car sped towards me and stopped in front of me. The second-in-command opened the

back and said helplessly, "Get in! Let's catch your wife first!"

I was panting heavily and didn't reply. I hesitated, glancing back at the police and then at

the second-in-command in the car. Seeing my hesitation, he directly asked for my business card and contact information, saying he had to escape first and

would contact me later

. Hearing this, I decided to go with them first, otherwise… by the time the police arrived, my wife would be

long gone. I tried to climb into a waiting seat, but the back seat… The first man stepped aside to let me in, then he

came I sat in the back seat between the second-in-command and another man, and the car sped off…

As soon as the man on my right sat back down, he immediately pulled out a gun and pressed it against the back of my head. The second-in-command asked helplessly, “

Why did I call the police?”

I said I didn’t call the police again! Because I didn’t have a cell phone, and I told them to hurry up and catch up with the van.

The second-in-command continued helplessly, “This is what caused the situation to get out of control. Many of the people present had criminal records,

and some were fugitives involved in shootings. We couldn’t afford to run into the police…”

He then told me that he didn't trust me anymore, so he was going to point a gun at me just in case. I quickly

replied, "You can point a knife or a gun at me, I won't resist! The important thing now is to catch up with that car and get

my wife back! "

I continued, "Use your phone to tell that van to stop so we can catch them!"

At this point, the second-in-command widened his eyes and said, "Brother,

the is full of brothers from another gang. Some of them are even shooting suspects who have killed people. I'm worried they

might kill your wife too, and then I'd be an accomplice!

I told you calling the police would cause things to get out of control, but you didn't believe me!!"

Hearing this, my mind went completely blank. I glared at the second-in-command and shouted, "What did you say?! They'll

kill my wife?!"

The second-in-command frowned and comforted me, saying, "Don't get agitated. Calm down and let me call them to find out where they are,

okay ?"

Then I saw the second-in-command make several phone calls, but couldn't reach the people in the van. Those who answered

said they weren't familiar with the other gang members and didn't know where they were.

The car was now driving into the mountains, winding along mountain roads. The second-in-command stopped

dialing, lit a cigarette, and told me, "Don't worry, we'll find them!"

He exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Listen to me quietly. It's like this…

two of those gang members are murder suspects on the run. We don't know where they've gone, but I

just need to ask their leader or the two protectors

." I immediately said urgently, "Then contact them!"

The second-in-command shook his head and said, "I just tried, but no one answered…

Because, brother, it's too early now! They'll answer when they wake up!"

I sighed deeply and impatiently told the second-in-command to let me out of the car! I'll go down the mountain myself to find

my wife!

The second-in-command looked troubled and said to me, "Brother, you just don't trust me, that's right...

Sigh... That's right, you should know what happened in the middle of the night...

Okay, to be honest, I'm worried too. I'll tell you what I'm worried about later. I'm telling him not to

point a gun , and to get them all out of the car. Only you and I will be left in the car...

" The second-in-command leaned closer and cautiously said, "I'm small and thin, I can't beat you... Please don't take the opportunity to

kill me. I'm doing this to show my sincerity. I have something to discuss with you... something I'm very afraid of

..."

At this moment, both cars stopped, surrounded by desolate mountain roads. I saw the second-in

-command giving orders , and indeed, only he and I were left in the back seat. The second-in-command said to me, "Brother... I

apologize for what happened in the middle of the night. You can even beat me up later if you want, but it's complicated now. Please cooperate, even if it's just to help me

... We have to cooperate!"

The second-in-command continued, "I told you, two of the men who took your wife are fugitives, like gun

suspects . They'll kill...

My worry is, if they finish with your wife and then kill her, I'll become an accomplice, and I'll

have a criminal record! I'll have to run again! No way!"

Hearing this, I interrupted him, saying, "Okay! Come down the mountain with me, call the police, and work with my people to

rescue my wife. If you really help me wholeheartedly, I won't hold you accountable afterwards, only the others. And I

'll give you some money, how about it?"

I tentatively asked, half-believing, to see how the second-in-command would respond. He immediately nodded vigorously

, saying, "Okay! Okay!

Let's wait a bit and see if there's any news from their gang. If there's no news in ten or twenty minutes at most

, we'll go down the mountain, use your methods to find your people, and call the police...

You... sigh... won't you get me into trouble?"

Hearing this, I thought I should first appease the second-in-command and get him to let me go down the mountain for help, so I said, "Me, get you into trouble?

Impossible!" What good would it do me to call the police or have someone arrest and kill you?

I need your help to find my wife!

The second-in-command seemed very grateful and kept thanking me…

I didn't really believe it would be that easy, but I was just playing it by ear. What's even more ridiculous is that the second-in-command actually

said he was tired and wanted to sleep for a bit, and he actually closed his eyes and rested right next to me without any worries…?!

I calmed down and thought about some strategies for what to do after we went down the mountain…

About 20 minutes later, the second-in-command's phone rang. He didn't shy away from letting me hear

what he was saying, and basically he already knew where my wife was and they were going to meet her. The

second-in-command hung up the phone and said happily, "Great, we found your wife!"

He continued, "Brother, could you make a couple of calls for me…

call your company on your cell phone and your wife's company to ask for leave so you

can't make it back because you're traveling in central Taiwan…"

I immediately shouted in confusion, "Huh??"

The second-in-command, looking terrified, said, "Think about it, you and your wife weren't supposed to go to the company today, but

they kept looking for you and found out you were both missing. Then they went to the police, and now they have news of your wife.

But once they called the police, it's terrible!"

His expression grew even more terrified as he continued, "Because when the police come to investigate, those with murder convictions…

in their haste, they might kill your wife, and all their efforts will be wasted… Neither you nor I want your wife to die,

right?"

Please… I told you my biggest fear and worry is something going wrong, and now I'm on the run again…

Hearing this, I agreed to his request because I thought…

there really was a possibility that my wife would never come back.

Then the second-in-command, still grinning foolishly and apologizing, took out my phone and asked me to dial, trying to apologize and explain something.

I shook my head, indicating I already guessed it because I already suspected he had arranged for someone in the audience to steal my

phone

So I turned on my phone and, while dialing, told the second-in-command that my wife and I worked at the same company;

I was the department head, and she was my clerk, so one call would be enough.

The second-in-command then looked scared again and asked if I was really calling someone from the company.

I immediately took out my business cards from my wallet, showing him both mine and my boss's, indicating that I was

calling his cell phone

. I dialed, waking him up, and told him my wife and I needed to take the day off because we were going on a last-minute

trip and wouldn't be back in time. My boss, woken up, was furious on the other end of the line, grumbling that he could have slept an extra hour

. I wasn't paying attention to his grumbling because I was secretly focused on something else.

I'd used this phone for five years; I knew it so well I could operate

any function without looking at the screen. I held the phone close to my cheek while talking,

secretly I had secretly switched the phone to call forwarding mode!

And for the forwarding destination, I could easily select the last call I dialed—the

one to call the police that night—without even looking at the screen!

I continued talking into the phone, "Boss, please let me take some time off. As for those export

trade ..."

At this point, I secretly pressed the hang-up button, pretending to keep saying "hello, hello, hello," and then muttered to myself, "Why

did it disconnect "...

The second-in-command immediately chimed in, "Anyway, you've already asked your wife for leave. Don't worry about

those accounts for now. Let's hurry down the mountain and find your wife..."

I knew in my heart that my boss cared a lot about whether I had actually received payment for each export transaction; otherwise, he would

lose money. I know my boss will call me immediately to press me for answers, and then he'll likely transfer me to the police station. I hope

my boss, with whom I've had a great working relationship for many years, can be alert and help me in this situation…

Yes, I hope my boss realizes something's wrong and helps me call the police or even find someone to help. I also

know that , as the second-in-command said, things might backfire and those people might kill my wife. But I have

a feeling that the more polite the second-in-command is, the more it indicates he has a premeditated plan, and the more I need to do the opposite of what he says!

In short, play it by ear…!

At this moment, the second-in-command ordered everyone outside to get into the car. As we were leaving, I noticed the man sitting to my right

was carrying a black cloth bag.

The car started driving downhill. Then the second-in-command said to me, "You know we'll be meeting another gang soon

. They're all repeat offenders; we can't let you see their faces, so..."

He then pointed to the black cloth bag the man next to him was holding and said, "So... I'm really sorry, but please

put on a hood for now...

because we've arranged to meet halfway up the mountain, we're almost there..."

Hearing this, I couldn't immediately figure out what kind of conspiracy this was, so I hesitated... I didn't agree to the second-in-command's request. The second

-in-command pointed at the black hood and said, "Actually... you can vaguely see the outside from inside this hood... Look

at this material, we're just making a show for those people, otherwise they'd be quite neurotic... very annoying..."

Hearing this, I agreed to the second-in-command's request, thinking that arguing about this was pointless, so I let them put the black hood

over my head...

I found that the material of this black hood was really thin, and you could vaguely see the outside, so I didn't say anything more.

But I felt that this black hood was disgusting because it seemed a bit wet and sticky, especially the big part around my nose. I

said, "Can you change it? This is disgusting, why is it wet and sticky...?"

I heard the second-in-command apologize again, saying, "Just bear with it..."

I didn't say anything more, and used this time to think about things, thinking about some possible

situations ...

As I was thinking, I seemed to hear the second-in-command saying something again, and the sound of a car, all mixed together,

the sound getting farther and farther away... I was so sleepy...

(10) Sex Slave

I suddenly woke up! I found myself lying alone in the car. It was pitch black outside. The black cloth that had been binding my

hands was gone. My head ached terribly, I was dizzy, and incredibly thirsty…

I tried to get up, but I had no strength. I heard several men talking outside…

One said, “Is that guy still sleeping? He can really sleep… Did he put too much of that drug on him?”

Another man said, “That drug is supposed to keep someone asleep for at least a day and a night, but this guy has been asleep for more than a day

, haha.”

Yet another man said, “I’m not interested in the sleeping drug on that black cloth hood; I’m interested in the

aphrodisiac I put on the woman inside.”

Then I heard another man say, “That aphrodisiac is amazing! Let me tell you!

It’s something I developed with the Third Master. It’s a concoction of drugs and aphrodisiacs. After a woman takes it

, wow! She’ll become a sex machine!” Hahaha...

I heard this and tried to get up, but I had no strength at all. I continued to hear that voice

saying ...

"Especially, that bottle of drugs plus aphrodisiac cream, applied inside a woman's vagina, plus the aphrodisiac she drinks,

the woman's brain can't think straight, but her body is constantly aroused and accommodating the man's penetration. That woman will

keep letting the man penetrate her, so she's called a sex machine!" "Hahahaha!" The other men were all

laughing lewdly and saying "Awesome!" "!!!"

Then I heard another voice say, "And, because this drug contains narcotics... um!

It can control a woman and turn her into a docile sex slave!" Then I heard many more men laughing lewdly...

I was still dizzy and weak, but hearing this, my mind suddenly cleared up a lot, and I

sat up. The only thing on my mind was, were they talking about my wife? I was terrified and angry, and I banged my elbow against

the car window. The men outside noticed and came over to help me open the car door.

I only said one sentence, "Where's my wife...?"

The men laughed and said, "Okay, okay, Second Uncle told us to help you in as soon as you woke up." My mind was still a bit

foggy, and I kept repeating, "Second Uncle...?"

One of the men chuckled and replied, "You two seem to know each other well. You're our Second Boss...hehe."

They helped me out of the car, and as I looked around, I saw that I was surrounded by

trees . Ahead was an abandoned factory; it seemed to be a remote, abandoned factory deep in the mountains...

They helped me into the dark, abandoned factory and up to the second floor. At the end of the corridor, there was a large

room , with light shining from it.

The closer I got to the large room, the clearer I could hear a woman's moans and

the lewd laughter of many men. Entering the room, I saw a large mosquito net hanging over the entrance. Lifting it,

I went inside. The atmosphere was completely different from the abandoned factory I'd seen earlier.

There were many camping lights, making it quite bright. Large pieces of mosquito netting were pasted over

the windows

. Several large fans made the room cool and comfortable, unlike

the stuffy

Scattered around were two or three sofas of various sizes, and four or five tables and chairs. On the messy floor were two large

ice buckets filled with unopened beer and other drinks.

My eyes couldn't adjust to the light at the far end of the room. Looking closer, I saw two motorcycles at

the far end , their headlights on, pointing in the same direction. In the direction the headlights were shining, I saw two large

mattresses on the floor

. Looking closer… I saw my wife…!

I saw my wife, completely naked, kneeling and performing oral sex on a man. Two men on either side of her

were kneading her large, swaying breasts.

The reason her breasts and entire naked body were swaying rapidly was because one man was grabbing her round, white buttocks from behind, violently and rapidly thrusting into her.

The sounds of the frenzied thrusting, mixed with the lewd laughter of the other men, filled the room.

My mind was overwhelmed with emotions. I wanted to scream but couldn't. Just then,

the two up placed me on a sofa. I saw two men walking towards me. One of them was

familiar; he took a stool opposite me and sat down—it was the second-in-command…!

The second-in-command still had that smile, looking at me and saying, "Awake? You sleep well…" My throat was hoarse as I

struggled to squeeze out a few words, "Give me back…my wife…!"

The second-in-command looked at me, smiling, and said, "Look, isn't this place nice? I designed it." No mosquitoes

, cool and refreshing, plenty to eat and drink... and plenty of fun! It's a fantastic little paradise for debauchery, hahaha!

I continued, my throat hoarse, struggling to squeeze out a few words: "Stop... immediately... wife... I want...

take her away..."

The second-in-command ignored me, continuing with that hateful smile, "Look how amazing this woman is!

Big, beautiful breasts, slim waist, big, round, tender buttocks...

pretty face, smooth skin, and a tight vagina... she's top-quality stuff! Hahahahaha!"

I tried to stand up, but I had no strength at all, so I slumped back down, continuing in my hoarse voice...

He struggled to speak to the second-in-command, saying, "What? This woman?...That's my wife...I'm taking her away...

" The second-in-command suddenly turned around, his voice rising, and said to me, "What did you say? That woman is your

wife? You've got it wrong!"

Then he turned back to the group, grinning, and said, "Hey! This guy says that woman is his wife? Hahahaha

!" At

this point, all the men burst into laughter... The second-in-command, leering, wide-eyed, shouted at me, " This woman is our sex slave! This woman is our sex machine! 　　" He emphasized each word, "This woman is—our—woman! Not— your—woman! Not—your—old—woman!" "Wife! Do you understand? Wahahahahaha..." 　　The second-in-command laughed lewdly. Just as I was about to go berserk, a man on the other side of the mattress suddenly shouted a few times. I saw that the man who was having sex with my wife from behind shouted a few times and then ejaculated inside my wife's vagina after a few very forceful frantic thrusts. 　　At this moment, another man immediately went to the mattress and lay down next to my wife. He then saw my wife trembling and panting as she actively followed his lead, straddling the waist of the man lying on the mattress . The man adjusted the position of his hand on my wife's vaginal opening and then inserted his entire hard penis inside. 　　My wife still had a dazed, unfocused expression, and she began to wiggle her hips to match the rhythm Another man stood beside her, thrusting his penis into her small mouth. Her large breasts, untouched, swung rapidly up and down as she was being brutally violated. 　　Seeing this, I mustered all my strength and sprang up from the sofa, lunging towards the mattress. But I was too weak; I only got close to the mattress before collapsing back down. I called out to my wife on the mattress in a hoarse voice, "Wife… Wife… Stop… It's me… Let's go home… Wife…" … 　　My wife's face was dazed, her mouth leaving the man's penis, her head slowly turning towards me, but her eyes were unfocused , looking somewhere, her whole head bobbing up and down with the frenzied thrusting, suddenly she threw her head back, letting out a loud, soft moan… 　　I knew this reaction well, my wife was approaching orgasm. My mind was blank, I just wanted to muster all my strength and move towards the mattress, but… my body really had no strength… I was completely powerless… 　　At this moment, the second-in-command revealed a wicked smile I'd never seen before, squatted down next to me and said, "Hehe… you said that's your wife? But that woman didn't pay attention to you… 　　that woman is being fucked really well right now." "Hahahahahahaha…" 　　I gasped for breath, glaring angrily at the second-in-command, hoarsely shouting, "Stop… stop… how long have I been asleep…? You 've been taking turns… my wife… she'll be fucked to death…" 　　The second-in-command laughed again and said, "Oh dear, don't worry about that, of course we've made sure this woman…" "Go to sleep and rest... 　　You know what? This woman is top-tier! We cherish her... Hahaha, how long have you been sleeping? Let me think... You've been sleeping since... Oh right! You've been sleeping since 8 AM yesterday until almost midnight!" 　　My voice seemed to have recovered a bit, and I continued shouting to the second-in-command, "Why are you tied up? I told you... whatever money you want, whatever collateral you want... I'll cooperate... Release my wife..." 　　The second-in-command suddenly opened his big eyes, a ferocious smile on his face, and said, "I think you're still half asleep? You still think you have the right to negotiate with us? 　　Let me put it this way! Of course, we want your money too. That woman obediently told us everything. We heard that most of savings and assets are in her name? You really dote on her... 　　After you've dealt with your matter, I have a way to get that woman to transfer all the money to us, hahahahaha!" 　　I was stunned for a moment because I felt that the second-in-command wanted me dead...

I repeated, "What...? My business is done...?"

The second-in-command continued, staring at me with wide eyes and smiling, "In a few days, there will be a news story about a young

couple who went on a last-minute trip to central Taiwan. They crashed their car, which plunged into a river valley. The man's body was found in the car,

but the woman's body is missing. It's believed she wasn't wearing a seatbelt and was thrown from the car and swept away by the river..."

At this point, the second-in-command moved his face even closer and said, "So..." " When it's just getting light and we can see the road better,

we'll take you to the edge of a distant mountain, put you in your car, knock you unconscious, and then push you and the car down the mountain into the river.

That way, the news story I told you will be true,"

the second-in-command continued, a lewd and sinister expression on

his face. "Then we'll continue to possess this woman's body, making her our complete sex slave and sex machine. Hahahaha..."

Hearing this, I was stunned... My whole body was filled with chills. My God... No wonder the second-in-command

seemed ...

Because he had already used me to make others think that my wife and I were on a trip to central Taiwan...

This scheme of his was to kill me, so they could completely escape punishment, and everyone would think that my wife and I

were already dead, but in the end, they would be completely their exclusive sex slaves...

I knew it! The more polite the second-in-command was, the more terrifying his premeditation was. He wanted me

to call in sick, but if he threatened me, I might suddenly shout for help on the phone, and then all their

efforts would be in vain

. So... that call in sick... was very crucial... Damn it! Damn it!

I don't even know if the boss noticed anything amiss when I secretly switched the call. Even

if he did , I doubt he knew my wife and I were here... I have no idea where I am...

Thinking about this, I suddenly realized my situation was incredibly dire!

It's hopeless... everything is over...

I suddenly mustered all my remaining strength and sprang up. Since my hands were bound, I

clenched my fists and slammed them towards the second-in-command's face. He probably knew I'd go berserk after hearing what he said,

so attack missed...

Several men immediately surrounded me with sticks and knives from the table and floor. I knew...

I was doomed... I hated it so much...

I wasn't afraid of my own death; what I hated was that my death wouldn't even save my wife. Fine,

kill me then...! At least I'll disrupt the second-in-command's plan, at least you'll kill me, and one day

my body will be found—a murder!

But the second-in-command immediately shouted to stop them, saying they couldn't hit him! Otherwise, when

the forensic , they'll know it wasn't drowning but murder!

After he finished speaking, he ordered several men to forcefully restrain me, wrapping my upper body and legs tightly with two blankets,

binding them, and then tying me up with rope. They tied me to a nearby pillar, put a motorcycle helmet on my head, and

forced a dentist's mouth opener into my mouth.

Although I tried my best to resist, my physical condition was already extremely poor, and I was completely

powerless to resist being bound like this...

The second-in-command then smiled even more evilly and said, "You can't be harmed until dawn, and we can't let

the chemical reaction of the sleeping pills in your body cause any problems. So we can't let you be unconscious until dawn, and we can't leave any obvious marks

of binding . So, even though we're binding you like this with blankets over your body, you can't bite your tongue to commit suicide or bang your head against the wall. How about that? I

've thought of everything, haven't I? I'm a professional at killing innocent people. You just stay there obediently and watch us take turns having sex with this woman. 　　Consider it

a kind of enjoyment before you die... Haha ... 　　I watched in horror and heartache as my wife was gang-raped by them… 　　I saw her smooth, fair body, covered with red scratches, especially on her breasts. Although her hands were no longer bound, there were still red marks from the bindings on her arms and wrists. My 　　wife, who had been wriggling her hips, had stopped, allowing the man to thrust into her rapidly . Suddenly, I saw her limp, her naked body leaning against the man lying on top of her. 　　I knew… this reaction meant she was exhausted. He had told my wife to rest? But I saw that they hadn't rested for long at all, and they were still going at it like that. 　　Then the man who had been lying down turned over and sat up, laying his wife down on his back and starting to rub her labia with his hands. 　　I even saw my wife slowly spread her legs, letting them rub her labia. Then the man used his hard penis to rub against my wife's labia, and suddenly he thrust into her. wife, who had been limp on the mattress, suddenly started trembling again 　　. Her breasts were being rubbed and kneaded by two men, sometimes sucking on her nipples. My wife couldn't cry out because another man was savagely kissing her mouth, his tongue constantly protruding. 　　Because my mouth was held open by the restraints, I could only roar, unable to speak. I roared hoarsely, unable to contain my anger. Then the second-in-command swayed to my side, laughing, and said, "Didn't you love watching your wife exposed and played with in front of a bunch of men? 　　Are you enjoying it now? I'm being merciful, aren't I? Let you satisfy your fetish completely before you die, okay?" Hahahaha! 　　I glared at the second-in-command and roared hoarsely at him… 　　At this moment, the man became more and more frantic and forceful, finally stopping after a few rapid and forceful thrusts. My wife saw that as soon as his penis was pulled out of her vagina, semen immediately flowed out and dripped onto the bed. 　　Immediately, another man came over, wiped my wife's labia, which were dripping with semen, with toilet paper, and then immediately thrust his hard penis back in. My 　　wife trembled all over again, and the trembling became more and more intense. Her hands looked limp and spread out to her sides, but sometimes she waved them as if trying to grab something. Before, at this time, I would be having sex with my wife while bending down to let her hug me tightly and gently kiss her, and gently hold her body tightly… 　　But these men in front of me were not going to be so gentle. One of the men was rubbing my wife's breasts on the left and right, while the other two men used their hands to fold my wife's hands behind her back and press them down while they continued to violently thrust into my wife's vagina. At this moment…

He reached out and rubbed his wife's clitoris with his fingers. His wife's whole body trembled violently, and

her lower abdomen began to convulse.

Her moans grew more intense, but she couldn't make a sound despite her mouth being wide open. I closed my eyes, not wanting

to watch any longer…

There's always a way… There must be some… I need to calm down and think carefully…

It must be almost 1 a.m. now. I must figure out a way before they kill me at dawn…

…

Not long after, the man ejaculated inside my wife's vagina. I opened my eyes and saw another

man immediately taking over and having sex with my wife. And to my astonishment, I saw her hips begin to move in rhythm with the thrusting,

twisting and turning. Wasn't she already exhausted…? How could this be? Has she really become a sex machine

…?

I saw the man frantically thrusting into my wife's vagina. With each rapid thrust,

a lot of her previous semen spilled out. My wife's lower abdomen then began to spasm rapidly, her entire naked

body trembling violently

. Before, when I made love to my wife and saw her reaction, I couldn't bear to keep going. I would

slow down and gently kiss her, lightly caressing

her breasts

. But these men were beasts. They didn't slow down; they were thrusting wildly into my wife

's vagina, and her breasts were being roughly kneaded into shapes I'd never seen before

. Another man picked up a high-speed vibrating dildo and pressed it directly against my wife's clitoris, rubbing it rapidly.

I saw my wife's entire body contort in pain. Her body convulsed violently, her hips twisting erratically.

I knew my wife couldn't take it anymore; she wanted to break free and stop, but she couldn't.

The man who was pounding into her was tightly holding her buttocks, while another man pressed his hand against her pubic hair

, rapidly rubbing her clitoris with a high-speed rotating vibrating dildo. Her upper body was being held down by two men, who were kneading

her breasts and nipples. She couldn't break free at all…

My wife's head was shaking violently from side to side. I knew she was about to give up. I just hoped she would

collapse these men would stop, because they probably didn't want to kill her, and then

they wouldn't have any fun…

I prayed to God… I hoped all of this would end quickly. I was completely powerless to save my

wife . I hoped for a miracle, but… is there really a miracle…? Is there really a God…?

Finally, that man ejaculated and stopped his frenzied thrusting. However, the man with the rotating vibrator continued

to rub my wife's clitoris rapidly. My wife's body was still trembling violently, and her lower abdomen was

convulsing rapidly.

I just wanted them to at least let my wife rest for a bit; that was all I could ask for now. But I couldn't

speak; I could only open my mouth and hoarsely shout.

Immediately, another man stepped forward and thrust his hard penis inside her. My God…

they really wouldn't let my wife rest!

With her clitoris constantly being stimulated and played with, the second brother immediately thrust in again. My wife, lying there, had her head

thrown back, her mouth wide open, panting rapidly. I could see she was clearly about to give up. Usually, at this point, she

would cry out to me to stop, but I saw her hips begin to writhe in

rhythm .

"At this rate, she'll really be fucked to death from exhaustion..."

I kept writhing, my body bound to the wall, screaming hoarsely. Then the boss came over,

grinning, and said, "I've been thinking about it. Even if you bite your tongue off, the coroner might think you bit it off yourself

when ..."

He then pulled the gag out of my mouth. As soon as I could speak, I immediately said to the second-in-command, "Didn't you say

my wife was top-quality? If you keep fucking her like this, she'll die and we won't have anything to do with her anymore!!

" The second-in-command chuckled dismissively and said, "Oh! That's alright! Several times before, this woman was fucked

even worse by our continuous fucking. Don't worry!"

Hearing this, I felt even more heartbroken. It turned out that my wife had been subjected to even more intense and continuous abuse and ravaging by them

...

The second-in-command continued, "We need to train this woman to become the best sex slave, the best sex machine!

So of course we need to train her orgasm endurance, her endurance while being fucked, um... what else?" Hahahaha

...

I can't speak because hearing this... my heart aches so much I can't say a word. Thinking about my

delicate being trained by these people into a sex slave, a sex machine... my heart aches so much...

My wife's head, lying on her back, stopped moving, but her wide-open mouth still had drool hanging down her

entire naked body, trembling violently and rapidly. After this man finished his frenzied fucking and ejaculated,

another man immediately took his place.

This man continued to frantically fuck my wife. I saw

her , her eyes unfocused and vacant, her mouth constantly half-open, panting

rapidly, drool hanging from the corner of her mouth.

My God, my wife is completely finished...?

But her naked body is still trembling and convulsing violently. The man who was fucking her

was shouting, "This time we're breaking the record! How many times in a row am I?" "Haha,"

another man lewdly replied, "You should be the eleventh one now, breaking the ten-consecutive-pull record again!" Another man

shouted menacingly, "The record at noon was 12 consecutive pulls before she passed out! Keep it up! Just one more to break the record!"

The second-in-command slowly walked over and said, "This woman keeps improving! Hehe...

From that night's six hours, she passed out after only seven, then another seven... Hmm... I remember

then eight... then ten, and then twelve at noon today..."

The second-in-command's voice suddenly became louder as he said this, "I'm confident this woman can break the twelve-consecutive-pull record this time

!

This sex machine is getting better and better!" Ahahahahaha!

Everyone lewdly laughed again, "The more you use the machine, the better it gets!

Yeah, yeah! The machine is meant to be used! Hahahaha!"

Hearing this, my heart ached beyond measure. In the deep mountain night outside the window,

the low If there are evil spirits in this forest, hear my curse… I am willing to exchange my life for the curse to kill

these men before me. I am willing to fall into the deepest abyss of hell, to curse these men to their deaths, all of them to a gruesome end

…

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