M's wife is so cheap.

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"Master, you've finally come." Tears welled in her eyes, tears of excitement and joy.

Brother Liu didn't speak, but lifted his wife's chin, pretending to flick cigarette ash. His wife immediately opened her mouth wide, becoming his ashtray. Then Brother Liu placed the cigarette butt against his wife's chest, not moving it, just staring at her. His wife knew she was now not only a public bus, but also a bitch in front of her master, having willingly offered her breasts. "Ahhh!" A painful cry inevitably escaped her lips. She had just showered and was covered in sweat. The cigarette butt was extinguished, and another cigarette burn appeared on her breast, making three in total, two of which were left by Brother Liu.

At this moment, Brother Liu spoke, not asking what had happened to his wife earlier, but simply asking, "Are you tired?" "No, this bitch isn't tired. Just don't treat me like a human, Master," his wife replied excitedly. Indeed, seeing her master arrive swept away all her fatigue. She didn't even think about how her master had come; she was only thinking about how she had been ruthlessly manipulated by him.

"Okay, if you're not tired, come with me," Brother Liu said. In his opinion, his wife had done enough here, and if she continued, things might go wrong. It was time for her to leave. He then opened the box, a custom-made box that Brother Liu had paid for for his wife. It was an embedded box. He then said to his wife, "Go in." The interior structure stunned his wife. This was the first time she had ever seen a box like this. Inside, there was a human-shaped recess. The material was relatively soft, and there was a prominent, thick, fake anchor at the bottom center of the box, at least 20 centimeters long.

Liu held the box against the bed to prevent it from sliding around. His wife curled up inside, following the contours of the box. The box wasn't very big, so she spread her legs, curling them into an "M" shape. She went in with her lower body first, without needing prompting, and sat down at the bottom, then curled up and retreated into the box, her arms also disappearing into the upper grooves.

Next, Liu used duct tape to secure his wife's legs and arms, completely embedding her in the box.

At this point, his wife started to wet again. Liu stomped on it, saying, "You're so cheap, wet again." His wife left his footprints, keeping her head down and saying nothing.

Brother Liu's preparations weren't finished. He handed his wife something that looked like a remote control, with only one button. He said to her, "This is a program connected to my phone. If you can't take it anymore, press this button, and my phone will sound an alarm. I'll release you immediately, understand?" His wife looked at the thing in her hand and nodded, replying, "The bitch understands, the bitch gets it." Next, Brother Liu stuffed a funnel-shaped, sealed plug into his wife's mouth. A tube extended upwards to the top of the box, ending outside, covered by a small round cap. There was a row of holes on the side to ensure his wife could breathe freely in the confined space. Then he put an eye mask on his wife, plunging her into complete darkness—a method her master preferred.

At this moment, his wife was like a human toy, manipulated by her master, and she felt herself becoming increasingly wet. Naturally, he wouldn't overlook his wife's front as well. Now that she was secured, making it easier to adjust her position, he clipped clips to her nipples and another row of clips to her breasts, causing his wife to let out soft moans. Finally, Brother Liu closed the box. Of course, the final step was inevitable: a thick rod was embedded in the front of the box. He fumbled for it, aimed at his wife's vagina, inserted it, closed the box, and zipped it up. From the outside, it was completely unrecognizable; it was just an ordinary box.

At this moment, his wife was completely in a small, dark space, yet she felt no fear, only a burning desire.

After doing all this, Brother Liu dragged the box out, and I watched him slowly descend the stairs.

His wife was now inside the box. Although the surrounding soft rubber provided good protection, her owner had dragged her down the ladder, not lifted her. His wife could only feel the intense impact on her two orifices, and the clamps on her breasts creating strong friction. Although she couldn't see, she could feel that her lower body was wet and she was ejaculating!

Meanwhile, I was still completely unaware that my wife had been taken away. It wasn't until a while later, when one of her repeat customers went to find her, that I discovered the door was wide open, but she was gone. Only then did I realize that my wife had definitely been dragged away in the box.

To confirm, after he left, I slowly went downstairs to my wife's room. There were only a few discarded pieces of lingerie scattered on the floor; the room was empty. That confirmed it—my wife had been taken away. I suddenly felt lost. Since I had nothing else to do, I figured I might as well stay a few days and listen to their gossip.

Meanwhile, Brother Liu left the building with the suitcase. After a violent jolt, we finally reached level ground. During this time, my wife had already orgasmed once.

Brother Liu put the suitcase in my wife's trunk. More bumps followed. Although no one was with my wife, she still felt her limits several times, but she stubbornly refused to press the remote control. Finally, we reached a flat section of road. In this environment, my wife actually fell asleep; she was exhausted from yesterday.

Lost in time, I don't know how much time passed, but the car finally stopped. The suitcase containing my wife was pulled out again by its owner. Another jolt, and my wife's juices flowed again uncontrollably.

Suddenly, without warning, his wife felt a burning sensation in her throat, a hot, foul-smelling stream flowing through her. It turned out her master had dragged the suitcase to the public restroom, but instead of urinating in the urinal, he had opened the top cover of the suitcase and urinated into the tube, all of it flowing into his wife's mouth. Already thirsty, the intense stimulation made it easy for her to drink it all.

The journey continued, and after another bumpy ride, they seemed to have reached their destination. Brother Liu finally opened the suitcase; the front was spilled out, filled with water. He first removed his wife's blindfold. She was initially blinded by the bright light, and after a moment, slowly opened her eyes. Brother Liu also saw that the bottom of the suitcase was full of water, but he didn't question it further, as if it were all expected.

He simply removed his wife's gag because he had something to ask her: "Ready?" His wife felt weak all over, especially her inner thighs, but still answered earnestly, "The bitch is ready." "Let me warn you," Liu said, "this time, both physically and mentally, I'm going to give you intense training and exploitation. Don't tell me your bottom line; I'll decide everything. If you're not ready, you can leave now." Without

hesitation, his wife replied, "The bitch is ready. The bitch is willing to obey any command from her master. In front of her master, the bitch doesn't need any bottom line." At this moment, his wife was completely consumed by the pleasure brought by lust and shame.

After she finished speaking, her master closed the box again. Before she could even observe her surroundings, she was plunged into darkness again, but this time her eyes weren't covered.

After a while, a noisy sound arose outside, a man and a woman. The box wasn't very soundproof, and his wife could hear it. Slowly, she pieced together the sounds; it seemed to be a master couple with a male submissive. This was the wife's judgment, but it wasn't actually true; they were lovers, not husband and wife.

A woman was overheard saying, "Didn't you say you were introducing a girlfriend to my male dog? Hasn't she arrived yet? My little puppy is quite handsome; I won't accept someone ugly." Brother Liu replied, "Don't worry, she's definitely good enough for your dog."

"Where is she? When will she arrive? If she's nice, let my husband have his fill first," the woman said.

"If you like her, you can take her for a day and then bring her back," Brother Liu added.

Hearing them discussing her like an object outside, the wife's body reacted again.

At this moment, the woman's husband said to Brother Liu, "You guys chat first, I'm going to the toilet." "Wait," Brother Liu stopped him, then said to him, "This is fine." He then patted the box.

The wife understood her master's meaning and got ready. The woman also asked curiously, "What's in here? Is it that female dog? Open it and see." "Don't rush, you'll find out in a bit, let your husband go to the toilet first." Brother Liu slowly teased her. Then he opened the top of the box again and said to the woman's husband, "You can pee in here." He slowly strolled over, naturally took out his own—they often played together, so he didn't feel embarrassed—and the opening was quite large. He started peeing into the hole, and the amount was considerable, but since it couldn't be seen inside, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no further action.

But the woman clearly sensed her wife inside and said to Brother Liu, "Can you open the box now?" "Open it yourself and see," Brother Liu replied, not intending to do it himself.

The woman bent down and unzipped the suitcase, eager to see what was inside, so she pulled it open abruptly. Her wife's tightly inserted penis was pulled out, the sudden intense stimulation causing her to cry out and ejaculate again. This was the first time she was shown to them, in the form of spraying water. The woman saw her wife the moment she opened the suitcase; she was trapped inside, her mouth sealed with a tube, clamped at the top, and filled with water. She had just ejaculated again, some of it splashing onto her feet.

"You really hid her here," the woman said to Brother Liu.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?" Brother Liu didn't answer, but asked her directly.

"I can't see clearly, come out and let me see," she said, then quickly added, "Don't rush, you've been holding it in for a long time, now pee here." She said to a boy standing nearby, the male submissive they had brought.

The wife then looked closely at the boy; he looked handsome and sunny, wearing a white shirt, and looked very clean. From his appearance, you couldn't tell he was a male submissive. Although his wife could accept anyone, she was especially vulnerable to handsome men.

The woman had barely finished speaking when she explained to Liu, "I was making him hold his pee, and now that we've met, I'm letting him out, and also checking out this bitch." The box was opened, and his wife was completely exposed, a tube fixed upwards to the box, leading directly to her mouth.

The boy walked up to his wife, unzipped his pants, and while he wasn't wearing anything underneath, it was restrained by metal rings. It looked quite large, even when flaccid.

His wife's first thought was to put him in her mouth!

He aimed his penis at the opening, and because he had been holding his pee, it came out quickly. His wife swallowed repeatedly to keep up with his pace, and he, like a faucet that couldn't be turned off, continued for a long time before finishing—enough for two people in one go.

The woman beside her was very satisfied, clapping her hands and saying, "Not bad, not bad, not bad, not bad at all, very satisfied, let's see what happens." Brother Liu then tore off the tape securing his wife, removed the gag from her mouth, and pulled her out of the box. With a "plop," the prosthetic was also pulled out.

His wife's arms and legs were sore, and she hadn't adjusted yet; this was a natural bodily reaction, and they didn't rush her. While they were doing this, they also removed the clips from her breasts and nipples, causing her to sweat profusely from the pain. After his wife rested for a while, the woman said to her, "Stand up, let me see." His wife stood up, supporting herself with her hands, her head bowed, not daring to look at them.

"Head up, chest out, hands behind your back," Brother Liu suddenly ordered.

"Yes, Master," his wife replied, then, as her master instructed, she raised her head, straightened her chest, and put her hands behind her back.

The two men started touching her simultaneously; one groped her, the other manipulated her, his wife like a commodity waiting to be sold. The man who hadn't said much said, "This chick looks pretty good, nice face, good figure, and her nipples are quite pink. I just don't know how she'd be to play with." "I think she's a bit of a slut too. Look at her down there, look at her pussy, it can't even close properly." The woman said, while fiddling with his wife's pussy.

"She's had a lot of work these past few days, been fucked by about 20 people, that's normal." Brother Liu added from the side.

"Such good stuff, why didn't you bring her to us to play with first?" the woman complained.

"I brought her for you, why don't you take her and play with her for a day? But I have to come too, I need to see how she performs." Brother Liu added.

Listening to their discussion, his wife unconsciously clenched her legs together, leaving herself no dignity, but deep down she liked the feeling.

Just as his wife was immersed in her imagination, Brother Liu's words brought her back to reality. He looked at his wife and said, "I'm lending you to them to play with for a day now, do you have anything to say?" "No, a bitch obeys her master's orders." his wife replied.

"Don't embarrass me, understand what I mean?" he asked again.

"This bitch understands, this bitch will never embarrass her master," his wife said confidently.

"I can use this box too, it'll be perfect for taking her to my place," the woman said.

"Let's go then, by the way, she hasn't eaten all day, get her something to eat," Brother Liu said finally.

And so, his wife was put back into the box as before and taken to another car. This car was more spacious, so his wife wasn't put in the trunk, but in the front, laid flat on the seat. Along the way, she heard the woman constantly making phone calls, seemingly inviting her friends to come and play.

It didn't take long to reach their destination, which was again in a remote place. This was a warehouse under the ring road in Chengdu, with hardly anyone around, which served as their training room. When they arrived, a car was already parked there. It belonged to the woman's friends, who lived nearby and had arrived first. There was more than one person in the car; they were all players in the same circle, but all women. These women looked to be in their thirties or forties, and apart from one who was slightly overweight, the others all seemed quite elegant.

The woman was led into the warehouse and then released. A group of women surrounded her, chattering. Seeing the woman's state, one of the women asked, "Was she willing? Don't let anything go wrong." "She was willing at the time, otherwise you can ask her yourself," said Sister Hu. She was the woman from the beginning; her surname was Hu.

Before they could ask, the woman spoke up herself: "I was willing." "You should all drink more water first," Sister Hu suddenly said.

The woman thought they were being made to drink urine, but that wasn't it; she was overthinking it. It was just ordinary mineral water, and each of them drank two large bottles.

Women are different from men. When men play with their wives, it's almost always about sex followed by various forms of manipulation and abuse, while with women, it's purely about manipulation and abuse.

After a brief exchange, Brother Liu and the other man were sent away, leaving four women sitting on a long leather sofa. The wife and the boy knelt side-by-side before them, the difference being that the wife was completely naked, while the boy was still dressed.

As the temporary hostess, Sister Hu spoke up: "I'm introducing you to this male dog as his girlfriend. Do you two have any objections?" "No objections." "No objections," they both replied

. "Okay, then Liu will be our witness. You two get things done here and serve my little puppy well," Sister Hu added. The boy was indeed quite young, appearing to be in his early twenties. Not only Sister Hu, but the other women also seemed to like him, and he occasionally had opportunities to be with them.

The boy took off his clothes, but his genitals were locked. Sister Hu took out a key and unlocked the lock for him. Then Sister Hu ordered, "You two go to the bathroom, wash yourselves clean, and give each other enemas before you come out."

Women, regardless of age, always have endless things to talk about, and the other women were no exception, chatting as they waited. My wife went to the bathroom with the boy to prepare. Once everything was ready, the two of them knelt down in front of the other women.

At this moment, Sister Hu grabbed my wife's hair and forced her down behind the male submissive, saying, "You slut, lick him." My wife immediately adjusted her posture and mindset. Because the male submissive was also kneeling, it was inconvenient for my wife to lick him in this position. So, she lay on the ground, diligently licking him.

Sister Hu also took this opportunity to change her clothes; after all, it was her own place, so she must have such things. At this moment, the slightly plump woman on the sofa smiled and said to the boy, "Come here, be good." "Yes," the boy replied, kneeling and crawling forward a few steps until he reached her. Then, the woman pressed his head between her legs, parted her thighs, and the boy began to lick her. Instantly, the woman let out a pleasurable moan. His

wife behind him also crawled forward a few steps, then simply changed her position, lying down beneath the boy.

"Mouth, thrust hard," a woman beside him said to the boy.

So he adjusted his position and thrust into his wife's mouth. By this time, his penis was already hard, and when it was hard, it was particularly thick. Due to the angle, although it was deeply pressing against his wife's throat, it wasn't fully inserted.

His wife felt like she was about to suffocate, but women are ruthless. At this moment, Sister Hu appeared, dressed in a patent leather queen outfit and high heels. She walked straight to my wife, extended one foot, and stepped on my wife's breast with her heel, specifically targeting the nipple before pressing down, then twisting it forcefully.

"Ugh, ugh," my wife whimpered in pain. Coupled with the pain in her chest, her hands involuntarily clenched into fists, and her legs curled up.

"Crack!" The whip in Sister Hu's hand struck my wife's thigh, instantly turning it red. She said, "Put your legs down." Then she stepped on my wife's other breast.

Another wave of pain hit, and my wife could only straighten her legs again. Meanwhile, another woman walked to my wife's side, pushing the boy's penis so he could penetrate deeper. They didn't consider whether my wife could bear it.

My wife's nausea intensified; the dual torment of body and mind stimulated her, and another stream of fluid seeped out.

"That bitch is so slutty, so wet, still swollen, begging to be fucked." All of this was naturally seen by Sister Hu. Then he patted the boy's back and said to him, "Go, fuck her cunt." After saying this, he whipped his wife, showing no mercy, and then said to his wife, "Get up, lie down." His wife felt another burning pain. The boy had just been pulled from her mouth, and before she could rest, she was back on her stomach, bent over. She and the boy switched positions, but his wife remained on the bottom.

This little warm-up had slowly aroused the women. A woman sitting next to my wife said, "Come here and lick me. There'll be a reward if you lick me well." She was wearing a short skirt, a mini-skirt, but a normal size, not the kind that doesn't cover the top of my wife's skirt. To my wife's surprise, the woman was also wearing nothing underneath, revealing her large, dark vulva. My wife crawled up to her and started licking her with her tongue, quickly covering my wife's mouth and face. The woman also pulled the skirt over my wife's head and pressed it down.

"Oh, so good, this slut's tongue is amazing, ahhh," she said to the other women.

"What are you standing there for? Fuck her." At this moment, Sister Hu also spoke to the boy.

The boy obediently crawled behind my wife, brandishing a huge weapon, stood up, held my wife's buttocks, and thrust in without a condom, all the way in. Because my wife had been fucked by many men before, and there was a lot of lubrication down there, even though his penis was very large, it went in smoothly all the way in.

Sister Hu stood behind him, feeling more comfortable playing with him since he was her male submissive. She stood behind the boy, raised her foot, and stomped the heel of her high heel into his anus, then exerted force from behind, chanting, "Harder, fuck this harder." With each stomp, the boy thrust into his wife more forcefully. These words undoubtedly stimulated his wife intensely, causing her vagina to clench tightly. Her tongue licked faster and deeper.

"Master, I'm about to cum," came the boy's voice from behind. Because he was used to being played with by women, although his penis was large, his sexual function was actually weak. Plus, his wife was wet and had internal suction, so they only lasted two or three minutes.

"Useless, get out," Sister Hu said rudely. Then she pulled her leg back and withdrew the high heel from his penis.

He didn't dare resist, obediently pulling it out of his wife's vagina and kneeling beside her.

The leather outfit Sister Hu was wearing had a zipper at the crotch. She then used the same method, stepping her high heels into her wife's crotch and unzipping it. The boy also knelt down between her legs and began licking her vulva.

The current position was that a female dominator was sitting on the sofa, her wife's head buried between her legs, licking her vulva. Behind her, another female dominator, her high heels pressing against her wife's vulva for support, stood with a boy servicing her, while two other women watched the spectacle without intervening.

This position remained in place for a while. Suddenly, the woman in front of her wife forcefully pressed her head down with both hands, saying, "Faster, faster, lick! Ahhh, ahhhhhh!" With a long, drawn-out cry, the woman's body convulsed, spraying warm liquid all over her wife's mouth and face. Her wife licked it up.

She slowly slowed her pace, continuing to caress her vulva with her tongue and lick the spurt. The woman leaned back on the sofa, slumped, and said to the woman next to her, "This slut's licking is so good, I wonder how many cunts she's sucked and licked." After saying this, she paused for a moment, sat up straight, lifted her wife's head, and said to her, "Good job, I'll reward you, open your mouth." Her wife didn't speak, obediently opened her mouth, and closed her eyes.

Sure enough, the woman spat a few times into her wife's mouth, then stood up and pressed her cunt against her wife's mouth again.

Her wife subconsciously swallowed, then stuck out her tongue to lick her cunt, but the woman suddenly reached out and slapped her hard across the face, saying, "Who told you to lick? Keep your mouth open and don't move." Her wife didn't dare touch her burning face, and turned her head back to press her cunt against her mouth again. Then the woman started urinating into her wife's mouth. Her wife opened her mouth wide to catch it, but a woman's urine is different from a man's. Although it all came out in one gulp, the urine covered her face and mouth, flowing down her neck and down to her genitals.

The woman was delighted, laughing loudly as she repeated, "This is so shameless, so interesting!" She then grabbed her wife's nipples with both hands and pulled hard. This caused her wife to cry out in pain.

Her reaction only fueled their interest. The slightly plump woman came to her wife, took off her own clothes, and placed her vagina near her wife's mouth. Her wife then began to serve the second woman.

Women are different from men. Men experience a brief cooling-off period after ejaculation, a period of tranquility.

But women can continue; they must enjoy what they like until they are completely satisfied.

These women didn't want to take turns like the men, so they all joined in. The wife was made to lie on her back on the ground. One woman sat on the wife's face, rubbing back and forth, covering her face again with smears. She also held down the wife's hands, preventing her from moving. The last woman, who hadn't moved until now, went to the wife and slapped her breasts repeatedly until they were red. Like the previous woman, she would occasionally pinch and twist the wife's nipples. In their eyes, although the wife's breasts weren't much bigger than theirs, she was prettier and had a better figure, so they wanted to humiliate and torture her even more. While

Sister Hu was still enjoying the male sub's oral service, she ordered him to hold down the wife's legs. At this moment, the last woman kicked off her high heels, stepped on the wife's vulva, and said, "This is really wet." Then she stuck her foot into the wife's vagina. The wife's struggles and twists were futile. She slowly spread the wife's vagina open with her foot, inserting the entire tip, and then thrusting her foot into the wife's vagina.

Her feet were completely soaked by her wife's, with half of her foot inserted into her wife's vagina. Her wife was being stimulated all over; her vagina was being penetrated by a foot, her breasts and nipples were being played with, her face was pressed against another woman's vagina, and her hands and feet were pinned down, making it impossible for her to move. She felt like she couldn't breathe, her brain being overwhelmed by waves of stimulation—pleasure, shame, and pain washed over her. Her mind went blank for a brief moment, her tongue mechanically licking.

The woman standing beneath her wife withdrew her foot after a while, and the instant it did, her wife ejaculated again. At this moment, her wife had lost all dignity; she had become their plaything.

As she pulled her foot away, the woman sitting on her wife's face also got up. Although she hadn't ejaculated from her wife's licking, her face was covered in it.

Her wife lay on the ground, her chest heaving, breathing heavily once more.

Then Sister Hu came up with another idea. She took out a bunch of thin glow sticks and said to the man and woman on the ground, "Boycott them up, and whoever has the most will get a reward." The two on the ground changed positions again, bending over, and several women surrounded them, inserting a few sticks here and there.

Although they were thin, the sheer number of sticks was overwhelming. My wife didn't know how many sticks the man next to her had inserted, nor how many had been inserted into her rear. She only felt her rear getting bigger and bigger, until there was almost no space left, and it was stretched wide. Although my wife was a woman, her endurance was no less than a man's. The boy had inserted more than 30 sticks, while my wife had more than 40 inside.

After that, the women took turns riding on her, like riding horses, competing with each other. The loser would be whipped. Although my wife had a strong endurance, her physical strength, stamina, and load-bearing capacity were definitely not as good as the men's. She lost every time, and the women whipped her mercilessly, leaving marks on my wife's back and waist.

Women and men have different focuses when it comes to playing, but Sister Hu's lover is also a sadist, so the room had basically everything one would expect. They also preferred the wife, who was physically strong. Their enthusiasm didn't seem to wane anytime soon; they started the next activity as soon as they finished one.

At this point, the boy got a break and was called over by several women. He was forced to kneel before them like a male concubine, being freely caressed by the women, but at least he got some rest.

The wife was different; the better she performed, the more aroused they became.

In the middle of the room was a suspension device made of pulleys. The wife had been suspended many times before when she was being played with, so it wasn't surprising to her. Several women worked together to suspend the wife in the center, but not in a straight-up-down manner. Instead, her arms and legs were spread apart in a spread-eagle position, and for reinforcement, there were four ropes, two on each hand. The wife just silently endured it.

After settling the wife in, the women surrounded her, carefully examining her. At this moment, Sister Hu took out a slingshot and said to the other women, "Let's aim at her and see who's the most accurate. I'll go first." She then stood about a meter in front of my wife, ready to shoot. My wife, seeing this, could only grit her teeth and wait.

"Smack!" A slingshot hit my wife's breast. Although it was made of paper, it still hurt a lot. A small bump immediately appeared on my wife's breast. Unable to bear the pain, she cried out, her limbs twitching, but to no avail.

They seemed to enjoy this game, taking turns until the second round when one of the women hit my wife's nipple. They clapped and cheered excitedly. My wife's crying continued unabated; tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls. Several small bumps appeared on both breasts, and one nipple was swollen.

After their cheers, they didn't stop there, but instead shifted their target to my wife. My wife had no pubic hair, and the shape was beautiful, which displeased them. Sister Hu quickly aimed at her wife's genitals and smacked her. "Smack!" Another hit.

"Ah!" Before the pain had subsided, another wave of pain hit her, and she burst into tears.

Only then did Sister Hu pretend to ask her wife, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

"Yes, it hurts," her wife answered between sobs.

"Can't take it anymore? Old Liu said you had a high tolerance, he was just bragging!" Sister Hu said again.

Hearing this, her wife replied through her tears, "It's okay, I can take it. Since I came with you, I was mentally prepared. You can continue." They had been waiting for her to say that, and without any more psychological burden, they took turns again. Later, they simply used rubber bands to flick her genitals. Her wife continued to cry, trembling involuntarily, as if she had been stung by a bee, her genitals swollen.

At this moment, Sister Hu ordered her male sub, "Come here, fuck her again." However, he was limp this time, clearly having been played with too much, his stimulation threshold was higher. Sister Hu had no choice but to say to him again, "Come on, bite her." He then bit his wife's nipple, needing no prompting, and bit harder and harder. His wife's struggles were useless. Sister Hu's hands weren't idle either; she was stroking the boy's penis, which quickly became hard and rubbed against his wife's opening. Even the slightest contact caused his wife excruciating pain, but her pain was the source of their pleasure. The boy forcefully penetrated his wife's vagina, his thick member instantly filling her completely. His wife was suspended in the air, the pain and shame far outweighing the pleasure.

Not long after, the boy was about to ejaculate again and said to Sister Hu, "Master, I..." This time, Sister Hu didn't let him stop but said to him, "Keep going, shoot inside." The boy didn't stop, and with a violent thrust, he ejaculated into his wife's vagina. When he pulled out, drops flowed down his wife's vagina and dripped onto the ground.

The wife thought it was over, but then a woman next to her took out an alcohol spray bottle and said, "Let me disinfect you." She then started spraying the wife's genitals.

This was the last thing the wife heard; it pushed her to her limit, and she fainted from the pain. This was a relatively dangerous situation.

The women were slightly tense for a moment, but quickly calmed down. Sister Hu, acting as a doctor, provided simple and timely treatment, lowering the wife down from the air and pinching her philtrum. The wife slowly regained consciousness, but the pain in her body was still intense, so they let her rest. The other women all had respectable professions, but their hearts harbored demons.

This was particularly bad for the boy; he had just ejaculated and was now being stimulated by the women, being led around and sexually assaulted. The wife lay on the sofa, glancing at them sideways, her heart burning again, her body throbbing with desire, intensely craving that she was the one they were playing with. Her mind was filled with scenes of being manipulated.

The woman who spoke the least saw her wife slowly moving around and came to her side. After all, there was only one man, not enough to share. She asked her wife with some concern, "How are you? Feeling better?" Her wife nodded and said, "Much better." She didn't forget to say thank you at the end.

"Then come with me to the toilet," she said to her wife again.

Her wife understood that she wanted her to serve her, probably to drink her urine, so she nodded and replied, "Okay." Then she got up and followed her to the toilet, each step bringing a pang of pain. The woman said to the others, "You guys keep playing, I'm going to the restroom." My wife followed her to the restroom. Once inside, the woman locked the door, took off her clothes, and became naked just like my wife. The woman's pubic area was also shaved, her breasts were larger, and her nipples were darker. She gently stroked my wife's breasts and said, "Let's exchange contact information. You can come find me later." Seeing my wife standing there speechless, she simply lowered her head and began sucking on my wife's nipples, gently licking them with her tongue.

Later, my wife learned that this woman was bisexual, both a dominant and submissive, and a lesbian. She had taken a liking to my wife's qualities and extended an invitation. You see, my wife had been with both men and women, but this was the first time she had been kissed so earnestly by a woman, not just during a BDSM activity. She felt a strange sensation. My wife was definitely not a lesbian, otherwise she wouldn't enjoy being with men so much; she had just never experienced anything like this before, and it felt novel and exciting.

The woman pressed herself against my wife's body, kissing her from head to toe, seemingly unconcerned that my wife's vagina had been penetrated by another man. She even used her tongue to pull out some of the fluid inside, then slowly moved upwards, returning it to my wife's mouth, and began a French kiss. Stimulated by this, my wife responded, and the two women embraced tightly, kissing passionately.

This continued for a while before the woman stopped and asked my wife again, "How about it? Let's exchange contact information, we can play together sometime." My wife nodded, not refusing, and gave her her number, but the phone wasn't in her hand; it was with its owner, so she'd have to add it later.

The reason this woman brought my wife to the bathroom was because the others didn't know about her sexual orientation, only that she also played as a Dom. She didn't want them to know, so she found an opportunity to bring my wife alone to the bathroom, hoping to persuade her, and it went so smoothly.

They didn't stay in the bathroom for long; when they came out, my wife was much better, and naturally became their target again. However, my wife still felt a burning pain, and her nipples were also painful to the touch. Fearing their wife would faint from the pain again, they focused their attack on her anus. Several women, still wearing the dildo, took turns assaulting their wife, enjoying trampling her underfoot to feel superior.

From afternoon until evening, their wife was exhausted from their abuse. At this point, Sister Hu said to their wife, "Oh, right, your master said you haven't eaten. I'll get you something to eat." Their wife had no choice but to thank her.

Sister Hu brought over a bowl of white rice porridge, then used a speculum to widen the boy's penis, slowly pouring the porridge inside while simultaneously squeezing it with the dildo until no more could be poured in. Then she removed the speculum, naturally squeezing out some, some around him, and some spilling onto the ground. She then said to their wife, "Come here, lick it clean and eat it." Little did they know that their wife had even eaten gold; now she was merely a vessel, which was easy for her.

Their wife first licked the ground clean, then the area around him, and finally even the dildo clean, leaving only the inside.

Seeing how quickly his wife had done it, Sister Hu spoke again, "You must be starving, lie down." His wife lay flat on the ground again, arms outstretched, motionless. Before anything even started, several feet were already on her, hurling insults at her. His wife wasn't paying attention to them; she saw the boy, also called up by Sister Hu, squatting on her face, his mouth close to hers.

His wife watched his anus contract and expand, then licked it with the tip of her tongue. Seeing his wife's proactive action, Sister Hu had the boy sit directly on her face, making direct contact, instead of squatting.

Because it was freshly poured in porridge, it came out easily. As soon as it touched his wife's mouth, she felt his dilation and quickly opened her mouth wide. But it wasn't solid; most of it sprayed directly into her mouth, with some splashing onto her face.

This wasn't holy water; she couldn't swallow it whole. She could only chew it in large mouthfuls and then swallow it. It didn't have a particularly unpleasant taste.

Sister Hu squatted down in front of her wife, looking at her with disdain, and asked, "You slut, is it tasty?" Her wife nodded in reply, "Tasty." Sister Hu felt that her wife hadn't been completely destroyed by her yet, and became somewhat annoyed. She ordered the boy, "Pull it all out, let her eat it all." He obeyed his master's orders and exerted force again. Her wife opened her mouth wide once more, but this time it was a little different. Although she had received an enema before, so much time had passed. Besides a small amount of white rice porridge, a piece of gold with a strong, foul odor also came out. The boy quickly broke it off himself, but a considerable piece still fell into his wife's mouth. They saw all of this and subconsciously stepped back, clearly not expecting such a large piece of gold to come out, let alone that her wife would catch it with her mouth open.

At that moment, her wife thought, "Since you all think I'm cheap, then I'll show you how cheap I can be." She didn't spit it out, but instead chewed and swallowed it along with the white rice porridge in her mouth.

"Continue!" Seeing her wife like this, Sister Hu continued to order the boy around.

Then the boy poured all his energy into his wife's mouth; thankfully, it wasn't much, and she chewed and swallowed it all. But the other women only wanted to play with the wife, not this kind of thing, and their interest had waned. After all, it was late, and women and men were indeed different.

The other women all went home, leaving only Sister Hu, the wife, and the boy. The women's enthusiasm vanished quickly. She gave some instructions, telling the wife and the boy to clean the place, and that they could sleep together that night, but neither of them were allowed to wear clothes. Then she went to rest.

Now it was just the two of them. The boy was quite considerate of the wife, genuinely treating her like his girlfriend. He told her to take a shower and go to bed first, while he would clean up.

The wife didn't refuse; after showering, she went to his bed, a single cot. The wife was indeed exhausted, having barely rested for the past few days. Now that her tense nerves relaxed, she fell asleep in less than a minute.

She hadn't been asleep for long when she felt a warm tongue moving inside her. The boy was licking her vulva. He woke her up, and she felt quite comfortable; this was the first time in days she'd been treated so gently.

The boy was briefly stunned, then asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" "No, I'm happy! Now I'm yours, come and explode inside me!" the wife replied. She and her temporary boyfriend then entered into a deeper connection.

[The End]

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M's wife is so cheap.

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