[The Hellish Depravity of a Newlywed Wife] (Prologue 1)

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Author: woaibuluo1
Published: 2015/2/14 on: sis001.com
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Prologue 1 Heart-
wrenching A sudden electric shock jolted me awake from my coma. Standing before me were
Sarah, wearing a black straitjacket and light black rubber stockings, and Theresa, wearing a white straitjacket and transparent rubber stockings.
Theresa pushed the full-length mirror behind her in front of me, looking at me with a sigh. "Come see
how our surgery on you went." In the mirror, my hands and feet were nailed to a cross with shiny alloy nails. The blood at the wounds had
congealed, now sending a sharp pain through my nerves. My penis and scrotum were each
tightly bound at the base by two flesh-colored stockings stained with white grime, the excess toes and cuffs hanging down naturally.
My penis was also completely and tightly wrapped in a sheer stocking, like a mummy, only the size
it was before erection. A 5mm transparent plastic tube with tiny scales protruded from my urethra, its edges
sealed with some unknown glue, and inside was a 2mm transparent tube of the same type.
Sarah then lewdly said, "These two tubes, one large and one small, one leading to your urethra and the other to your vas deferens
, are both tightly secured with air plugs. And these scales mean you can't pull them out,
so we now control your excretion and ejaculation.
Furthermore, your eyelids have been completely sewn shut, and your eyeballs have been surgically fixed, so your
vision is also controlled. Two months have passed, and I thought you wouldn't wake up, otherwise I wouldn't see
the good show to come. Hehe, let me tell you another secret..." "Oh, the secretions on your stockings are
from your beloved wife. Judging from your expression, you'll never be intimate with her again, so we
've kept your penis and her secretions together. See how considerate we are? Now for the main event
!"
Before I could react, Teresa pressed a button on the remote control. The wall two meters in front of me
slowly parted, revealing a wooden cross, a rocking horse, an iron maiden, a noose, a transparent water tank, and
a wooden frame filled with whips, spiked clubs, and other sex toys. It was covered in filth, exuding an extremely lewd atmosphere. One could immediately sense
how many poor women had moaned and wailed on it, including my wife who had just entered.
Soon after, four burly black men, dressed only in leather pants and with spiked clubs on their weapons, carried a
coffin resembling an Egyptian mummy to the wooden cross. They lowered the coffin, opened it, and revealed a living mummy lying inside, its chest and buttocks
slowly rising and falling, tightly bound in white velvet bandages.
Just as I had a nagging feeling that this was my beloved wife, Cao Qian, whom I hadn't seen in person for six months,
the live mummy was pulled out by two burly Black men. Two others slowly unwrapped the bandages from her body, 　　revealing a delicate figure
with a head covered by glossy grey stockings, and a torso clad in dark grey velvet pantyhose. The stockings were of excellent quality; despite being stretched to human size, they 　　retained their dark grey luster, allowing only her silhouette to be seen, not what lay beneath. 　　The stockings were pulled up to the toes, with loose layers cascading around her neck. 　　Beneath the stockings, her face was visible, her eyes, nose, and mouth tightly bound by three similar stockings. I was certain that it 　　was my wife. 　　Theresa seemed to see right through me, her hand slowly stroking my penis, which was covered by stockings, causing a 　　sharp pain. "Hehe, did you notice? Your wife underwent our surgery at the same time as you! I'm 　　sure you'll be excited after watching, but unfortunately, you seem unable to get an erection. If you can 　　satisfy us, I won't mind letting you ejaculate to release your pent-up desire." 　　I began to feel uneasy. I thought what had happened to my wife over the past two months might be even more inhumane 　　. I even dared not watch any longer, but unfortunately, I had no choice not to watch. 　　Afterwards, four burly men lifted my wife up and fixed her to the cross 　　. She was tightly bound to the rack by four leather straps around her hands, waist, and neck. Then one of them cut open the stockings over my wife's head and used a pipe-like instrument 　　to poke into her ears. After a moment, they removed a deflated black rubber balloon. It turned out that my wife's ears had been 　　fitted with inflatable earplugs. 　　After the earplugs were removed, a burly man slowly inserted two syringes into his wife's neck 　　and injected the liquid inside. "This one can quickly eliminate painkillers in the body, and the other 　　can double the effect of a person's sensations for a long time, hehe." 　　For some reason, after hearing the man's words, my unease intensified, and soon, the facts confirmed my unease 　　. 　　My wife, who had been injected with the drug, slowly seemed to wake up, and her previously lowered head slowly rose. But soon, 　　heart-wrenching screams came from my wife's small mouth, which was stuffed with stockings and bound by them, and they became more 　　and more intense, as if she were being tortured in purgatory. 　　Her two legs, wrapped in gray pantyhose, were also twitching violently, as if a chainsaw was slowly sawing her 　　in two from between her legs! Seeing my wife's miserable state, I couldn't help but shout, but my shouts did not alleviate my wife 　　's pain. Instead, Teresa gasped and pulled a flesh-colored pantyhose, stained with her vaginal secretions, from her vagina and 　　stuffed it into my mouth. 　　He then slowly walked to his wife's side, lewdly whispering in her ear, "Your husband is watching you. Today 　　is your first performance, so let the show begin! Perform well, little Qianqian." 　　The four burly black men, like lewd beasts whose shackles had been broken, roared and revealed sinister, lewd smiles 　　. 　　Black man A grabbed a long, shiny black hemp rope whip from the shelf and lashed his wife's abdomen and legs repeatedly 　　. The wife's increasingly screams and the way her small, dark gray stockinged feet stretched and curled with each lash were like 　　the most potent aphrodisiac, constantly stimulating A and making his whipping even more powerful. With 　　each lash, deep red welts appeared on his wife's white, delicate skin from beneath her dark gray stockings. 　　As the welts multiplied, the small, five-centimeter-high genital marks, partially hidden by the stockings, were also revealed.

"Each stroke of these tally marks represents the number of times your wife had orgasmed during the month before the surgery
, and these tally marks are almost all over your wife's body,"
Sarah added, before lashing the burly man with a whip, seemingly dissatisfied with this low-level performance.
The black man, B, immediately grabbed a large box from a nearby shelf. As the box opened, a strong
smell of alcohol wafted out. Inside, half a box of steel
needles, about 30 centimeters long and 0.3 millimeters thick, were soaking in a clear liquid.
B pulled out a needle, grabbed his wife's twitching, stockinged foot, and slowly
pierced it through the instep and out of the stocking, immediately turning the dark gray stocking around the wound
black.
After the first injection, the burly man seemed unsatisfied. One by one, steel needles were removed from the liquid and
slowly inserted into his wife's stockinged feet and legs. An hour later, each of her feet had five needles pierced,
and her legs, extending to her groin, had two needles inserted every 10 centimeters on each side.
Throughout this process, B inserted each needle slowly, as if enjoying
the pain of his wife's muscles being slowly pierced and the wounds being stimulated by the alcohol. The whipping of the needles, the wife's simultaneous fainting from the pain
and the drug-induced ecstasy, along with her heart-wrenching screams, were like the most potent aphrodisiac stimulating A's hormones, making their
behavior even more brutal.
Another Black man, C, who had been idle, also became eager to try. He grabbed a steel needle and ripped open his wife's
pantyhose, causing her E-cup breasts to pop out—a sight that caused me excruciating pain!
The wife's breasts were encased in two sheer velvet stockings that had just been rolled up from her legs.
Her nipples were faintly visible through the tips of the stockings, while the base of her breasts was tightly bound by the rolled-up stockings.
Shockingly, the stockings binding the base of her breasts were sewn to the skin and flesh with needle and thread, making it look
as if the base of her breasts was tightly coiled by a grotesque centipede. Any caressing of her breasts through these stockings
would aggravate the wound and cause her pain. As her breasts bounced out, Black man C grabbed her
large breasts and began to violently knead them, constantly changing their shape.
Seeing this, B also turned his attention to the breasts. One after another, steel needles soaked in alcohol pierced
through her large breasts in a cross pattern, revealing that her breasts were covered in needles.
C picked up a syringe from the side and plunged it into his wife's breast, quickly injecting all the liquid. Soon,
the toe of the transparent stocking covering her nipple was soaked, revealing to me that her nipple and areola were divided
into four parts in a cross shape, with only a small steel ring passing through each of the four separate nipples and stretching them into a circle.
Seeing his wife begin to secrete milk, the Black men scrambled to suckle her nipples, accompanied by her cries of agony
. B brought a steel needle and inserted it 5 centimeters into the center of the cross shape on one nipple, then the other.
Finally, one of the Black men, D, took advantage of the lull and pulled out a generator-like machine from somewhere. He then
clipped electrodes onto the steel needles piercing his wife's legs, feet, and breasts, and slowly cranked the lever, gradually increasing the speed.
Over ten minutes, as the lever accelerated, his wife's convulsions
became increasingly violent, but her screams gradually weakened, like a candle flame that might be extinguished at any moment. The stockings she wore were also
soaked with her sweat, gradually turning a darker color.
"We've been playing for almost two hours, and Qianqian's almost at her limit. The foreplay should be over. Let's start
the main event." Hearing Sarah's words, my heart nearly stopped. This wasn't the main event? The main event was
going to torture my wife to death!
Without allowing me to struggle, four black men tightly tied ropes around my wife's ankles, which were covered in steel needles.
They then hoisted her legs up from in front of her and bound them together above her head. Throughout the process, my wife was like
a puppet, completely unrestrained by her joints. Just as I was beginning to wonder what was going on, D stepped
forward and ripped open my wife's already damp, dark gray pantyhose. As a burst of heat escaped, my wife's crotch
was revealed, but the scene before me was completely unexpected.
A strip of dark white nylon fabric, already damp and constantly seeping with sticky fluid, appeared before my
eyes. Like the area around her nipples, it had been meticulously sewn to her skin. Two
raised areas, vaguely visible at the vaginal and anal locations, were from which sticky fluid continuously dripped.
Several Black men roughly rubbed my wife's groin, causing her to convulse for about ten minutes. Then, one
of the men untied the stocking covering my wife's mouth and removed the soaking wet white acrylic pantyhose from her mouth.
To my surprise, the pantyhose looked very familiar.
Then I remembered that these were the white pantyhose my wife wore on our wedding day, a symbol of sacred purity.
Every so often afterward, I would ask her to wear these pantyhose without underwear so I could make love to her through them. Almost
every time, she would orgasm multiple times. After each encounter, I would preserve the traces of our love and
disinfect them. These pantyhose practically symbolized the love and passion of our five-year marriage. Why
were they here now, stuffed into my wife's mouth?
What horrified me even more was that my wife's once-white teeth were gone; they looked as if they had been
pulled out by the roots. Then the pantyhose tied to my wife's nose and eyes were removed. My wife's captivating
face, which I hadn't seen in so long, reappeared before me. But she could no longer see me,
because her eyes had been sewn shut, preventing her from opening them. Two white plastic threads
extended from the corners of her eyes to a small box fixed behind her ears.
D opened the remote control in the two small boxes. A buzzing sound came from his wife's eyes,
and her eyelids vibrated with the sound. Soon, thin strands of white, sticky fluid, like her tears
, flowed from the slits of her eyes, slowly trickling down her struggling, swaying cheeks. Some of it flowed into her wide-open
mouth, emitting painful yet pleasurable moans, while some dripped down her chin onto her dark gray pantyhose, leaving
damp spots.
The Black men were clearly aroused even more by the scene. Black man A tore open the wet pantyhose covering his wife's crotch.
I saw that a section of my wife's vagina, with a bright red bulge from the leg of a pantyhose inserted in the middle, was drooping downwards due to gravity. The
same was true for her anus, but after being pulled down a short distance, the drooping stopped. Then, a mass resembling a stocking
began to droop downwards, slowly unfolding while dripping mucus.
This unfolding was the crotch of a pantyhose, and the writing and symbols on it made me realize that this pantyhose was
the one my wife wore when I first saw her at school—a pair of fake over-the-knee K-stockings.
At that time, my wife looked pure and lovely, like an immature girl, and I secretly kept those pantyhose as
a souvenir.
The bright red bulge was my wife's cervix and duodenum. The two legs of the pantyhose
were inserted completely, leaving only the crotch exposed to absorb the mucus, but it was now also wet with mucus.
My wife's cervix and duodenum were pulled out of her body and tightly sewn
together with needle and thread to her labia and anus. At the same time, B and C cut the thread that had sewn the wife's eyes shut, and slowly pulled out
two spiky, ball-shaped vibrating eggs. After the eggs were removed, a large amount of cloudy discharge
flowed from the holes in the wife's eyes.
Then I saw the wife's eyes clearly. Her once clear and bright eyes were gone,
replaced by two pink vaginas dripping with mucus. Then two black men found two ladders and placed them
on either side of the wife's head. They then took the stockings that had been used to tie the wife's nose and mouth, put them completely over their
penises, grabbed the wife's head, and inserted them into the vagina where her eyes were, and began to thrust. The other two men
took the white pantyhose that the wife had taken out of her mouth, and each took a leg of the stocking and put it on their penises, which were covered with spiked socks, until
the glans reached the tip of the stocking. Then they stood in front of the wife, pulled the crotch of the pantyhose tight,
and inserted it into the wife's cervix and duodenum from the inside of the pantyhose and began to thrust. My crucifix
was slowly raised and moved in front of my wife. Then, Theresa turned on the two tubes at the opening of my penis and inserted them
into my wife's esophagus, before inserting my penis into her toothless mouth.
My wife's complex moans ceased, and saliva slowly soaked the stockings covering my penis. As my
urine and semen slowly flowed into my wife's esophagus, the stinging pain, the throbbing pain of my penis being encased, and
the heartache of my wife being inhumanely tortured constantly tormented me. Then, Theresa called in about 50 black men.
For the next four hours, I was surrounded by my wife's sobbing and the sounds of the black men's penises pounding into her,
producing fluids and thrusting sounds.
Four hours later, after I was removed, the needles on my wife's body were removed, the white pantyhose stained with semen
was stuffed back into her mouth and bound with the same stocking she had used before, her nose was tied with a stocking stained with semen
, the vibrating eggs in her eyes were put back in and sewn up and covered with stockings, and the stockings in her crotch were repaired and restored
to their original state to support her drooping cervix and diuresis. Then, new pantyhose were put on her body over the original tattered pantyhose
, and she was tightly wrapped with the original bandage before being placed in the mummy coffin.
"Your wife's first performance is over. From now on, she'll be
performing for those members who are obsessed with torturing beautiful women, until she earns ten times the cost of your surgeries. As for waiting for the customers,
please let your wife prepare herself." Sarah then walked over to her wife, gave her an injection of painkillers and an aphrodisiac
, and turned on a remote control. With a buzzing sound, her wife's body trembled slightly,
and wet patches slowly seeped from her eyes, breasts, and between her legs. Then, the four black men didn't even glance at me, simply closed the lid,
and carried her out.
...
PS: This is my original work, originally just something I wrote for fun, so the writing is a bit rough.
If you enjoy it, please give me some support. I will update Prologue 2 in a week.
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