【Fallen】(05) Author: fl7898256

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Chapter 5: Facing Hell

- What exactly is Stephanie up to? After Jing left with them, I kept thinking about this question. She
herself admitted to being the one who led Jing to this state, but it also seemed she was defying Spencer's orders to help me.
Stephanie was Spencer's sex slave, that much was undeniable. I didn't care how she became Spencer's sex
toy; I was curious why she, after dragging Jing down with her, would turn around and help us. Was it a trap,
including me in the scheme? But what did I have to lose now? Watching my wife being wantonly played with,
my male dignity had long since vanished. Why not take a gamble? Perhaps there was still a chance to turn things around.

Having made up my mind, I began preparing for tonight. I left some information on my laptop desktop,
indicating the time, location, and the names of Stephanie and Spencer, so that if anything went wrong, it would help the police find them.

At the same time, I carried the Indian short-handled hunting knife I bought a few years ago when I traveled to the West; if all else failed, I'd fight
to the death! As requested by Stephanie, I also brought a DV camera and a flashlight, and set
off early.

I parked the car in the parking lot of a grocery store not far from the EF company and started smoking to wait.
Halfway through my third pack of cigarettes, the clock struck 8:10. I took a deep breath and, under the cover of darkness,
headed towards the target building. Although the EF factory was surrounded by iron fences, the office building was open, allowing me
easy access to the side entrance. The porch lights, which should have been on, were off; Stephanie must have done it.

I opened the side door smoothly and peeked inside, feeling like a thief. The corridor lights were still on,
but most of the office lights were off, except for a light shining from under the door of a room further away, and
I could hear voices. I closed the side door as quietly as possible and went up the stairs to the second floor. The second floor
was even quieter, except for the creaking of the old floorboards under my feet, which made me tremble with fear, so I only dared to
walk close to the wall.

I found room 214 following the door number. It was dark inside, and I listened intently for a long time
without hearing a sound.

Just as I was hesitating whether to go in, I heard clear voices downstairs. It seemed the people from the meeting room had all
come out , so I gritted my teeth, opened the door, and went in. Using my flashlight, I scanned the room.
Near the window was a full-size bed, opposite which was a row of storage cabinets, several
sofas , a coffee table, and a desk—presumably a rest area for the staff on duty. Hearing
the voices getting closer, I hurried to the storage cabinets. Of the three doors, only the middle lock was loose
, seemingly designed to lure me in. Seeing the lock made me nervous; it felt like I was being tricked into a trap. But
considering the current situation, even if it was a pit of fire, I'd jump in. The closet wasn't spacious, but it was enough for me
to sit on the shoe rack inside. I closed the door, hung the DV camera on the clothes hook next to it, and peered out through the lattice of the door
, nervously gripping the hilt of the knife in my lap, waiting for things to unfold.

A female voice came from outside, saying, "I'll tidy up the room and then go bring your little bitch. Go
downstairs and chat with Wan for a bit, just ten minutes." It was Stephanie's voice; the little bitch must
be Jing, but I didn't know who Wan was.

Then a muffled male voice came, seemingly responding, followed by the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. If I wasn't
mistaken, it was Spencer. The room lit up, the light shining through the closet door's lattice and blinding me, making me squint
. The next instant, the closet door was flung open, and a dark figure blocked the light. As expected, it was Stephanie.
Seeing me there, she breathed a slight sigh of relief, seemingly gambling on whether I would show up. She glanced at the DV camera and said with
satisfaction , "Yi, thank you for coming. Thank God you still trust me." I was about to ask a question
when she stopped me, saying, "I know you have many questions, but now is not the time. I'll give you an answer after this is over
. Just stay here quietly with it," she pointed to the DV camera. "This is important to me and to
all of you . Please believe me, I'm really trying to help you!" She looked around nervously, then
pulled a bottle of water from behind her back and handed it to me, saying, "Please, stay quiet!"

Before I could react, she closed the cupboard door and locked it, trapping me inside. I was startled
and about to react when I heard Stephanie outside say, "Please, since you're here, trust me." Her
voice trembled with fear. I sighed. Fine, let's see what happens. I knocked on the cupboard door and sat
back down. Stephanie was pleased to see me give in. He kissed the door and whispered, "Turn on the DV
and get ready . Drink some water and relax, it's about to begin." He then turned and hastily made the bed before leaving
the room. I turned on the DV recording mode. The battery and memory card had enough space for five or six hours, so it should be
fine . Bored, I took a sip of water, tossed the bottle at my feet, and waited anxiously.

About a minute later, the door opened again, and Stephanie led another person into the room. It was Jing,
my wife! What was she dressed like?! Jing's hair was disheveled and looked wet, as if she had just taken
a shower. She wore only a blue lace halter top without a bra, revealing her delicate nipples. Her beautiful back
was bare with only the halter top straps tied around her neck and waist. She wore a leopard-print miniskirt,
practically a slit skirt, exposing almost half of her buttocks, and even the thong she wore underneath was faintly visible. Her long
legs were encased in patterned black stockings, and she wore black sandals with nearly ten-centimeter stiletto heels. Combined with
her heavy makeup, she looked like a desperate streetwalker. Jing stood
awkwardly . I suppressed my anger, determined to see what Stephanie was up to.

Stephanie glanced at me casually, then pulled out two pills and handed them to Jing,
saying, "They're coming. Get ready." He turned to leave.

Jing grabbed Stephanie's arm anxiously, pleading in a tearful voice, "Stephanie, we agreed
there wouldn't be any outsiders joining us! Please, let me go! Please!"

Stephanie stopped, teasingly lifting Jing's chin with a finger. "That was your agreement with Spencer
. I didn't know. Besides, you've already done it once, didn't you enjoy it? This time is no different.
Since can't resist, just close your eyes and enjoy it."

Then she pointed at the pills with her chin, "Take these, it'll be over soon." She sighed again,
staring in my direction, and whispered, "You will be fine." She took a few steps towards the door,
added "soon," and left the room. Jing clearly didn't realize that Stephanie's
"you" meant "you all," not "you," and she certainly didn't realize that her beloved husband was hiding in
the closet next door, peeking. Jing stood there blankly, staring at the pills in her hand, her chest heaving with each breath
. After a long while, her shoulders suddenly trembled, and she covered her mouth with her right hand, choking back a sob.

"Yi, I'm sorry."

She grabbed the glass of water Stephanie had prepared and tried to feed the pills to her.

"Don't eat them!" I shouted. I roughly guessed what they were, probably some kind of aphrodisiac or love potion
. No matter what Stephanie had told me, I couldn't watch my wife swallow something like that. But strangely
, no sound came out of her throat. I curiously tried to touch my throat but found that my arm didn't
react at all. Now, the only part of my body that can move is my eyeballs! Stephanie! You bitch! I thought of that
bottle of water. She must have drugged me to prevent me from losing control and ruining her plan. It was probably some kind of muscle paralyzer
. Although it wasn't lethal and the dosage was small, I probably wouldn't be able to move for several hours.

While I was frantically struggling, Jing had already taken the pill and was sitting blankly on the bed, staring out the window, lost in thought.

I was so anxious that tears were streaming down my face, but it was no use; I couldn't do anything. After a few minutes,
Jing, who had been sitting blankly, started to move. She began to unconsciously touch her face, as if she was hot and about to sweat.
She also touched her chest intentionally or unintentionally, and her legs began to squeeze together and rub against each other, as if her vagina was itchy.
The aphrodisiac was starting to take effect. At this moment, although Jing's face was flushed, she still maintained her self-awareness. She noticed
the changes in herself and seemed to try to relieve her heat by drinking water, but it was obviously to no avail. A short
while , Jing's face became even flushed, her breathing quickened, and her eyes became somewhat unfocused. Her hands, almost
uncontrollably, slid to her vulva, gently touching it, while she let out a comfortable moan. She then lay back
on the bed, her legs spread wide in an M-shape, one hand pulling down her thong, the other forcefully rubbing her clitoris,
emitting waves of pleasurable gasps and moans. Jing's vulva was facing me, already overflowing with moisture.
The finger pressing her clitoris had changed to her index finger; her middle finger was already inside, forcefully digging into her vulva to relieve the itch.
At the same time , I heard men's voices outside. I desperately wanted to stand up and protect Jing, but
I could only roll my eyes.

The conversation stopped abruptly when the door opened. Two men walked in: a tall white man, Spencer,
and a medium-sized Asian man, presumably Wan.

"Wan," Spencer said intimately, putting his arm around Wan's shoulder, "You're tired of negotiating the contract, why don't you take a break
and try the new chicken I found?"

Seeing Jing engrossed in masturbation, Wan paused for a moment, but seemed prepared. He leered
at my wife and said, "Spencer, my brother, you have good taste!" He swallowed hard,
turning to look at Spencer expectantly. "Next..." he seemed to be waiting for Spencer's opinion.

"Yours, all yours. Tonight you're her master!" Spencer waved his hand, handing my wife over
to someone else to play with.

"Alright, alright, then I'll gladly accept. Why don't you join in?" Wan rubbed his hands together,
lecherously squatting by the bedside, watching Jing play with her vagina up close.

Spencer was naturally happy to oblige. He turned and used his key to open the cabinet next to me, pulling something out and tossing it to Wan
—a huge black rubber dildo. He then took a pink electric dildo and walked towards Jing.

"So big?" Wan was surprised by the size of the dildo. "Won't it tear her apart?" he asked, somewhat doubtfully
comparing it to Jing's vagina.

"No matter how thick it is, it won't tear her apart. This bitch's cunt is amazing, so elastic, it can fit anything without
tearing her apart." Spencer, that bastard, said smugly, urging Wan, "Try it!"

Wan was skeptical, but he brought the dildo close to Jing's overflowing vagina and touched it a few times. Jing let out
a moan .

"Ah... um... um... give it to me... give it to me," she murmured, her voice like a dream. She actually reached out and
grabbed the head of the dildo, pulling it towards her vagina, which was being stretched open by her fingers. Wan was happy with Jing's initiative and
pushed the dildo into her vagina.

"Ah... so... so good... ah... deeper... deeper... please,
" Jing trembled as she begged Wan.

Wan chuckled, took off his shirt, and began thrusting the dildo into Jing's cunt.
Although Jing's cunt was stretched and deformed, it was still within her tolerance, and Jing was clearly trembling with pleasure as she enjoyed
the thrusting.

"This is amazing! I've never fucked such a top-quality girl in China. Tonight's going to be fun!"

he said, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

Spencer chuckled, didn't reply, took off his shirt, sat on the bed, and inserted the vibrating dildo into
Jing's slightly open mouth. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, Jing had lost consciousness, completely becoming a slut enjoying
physical pleasure, actively sucking on the vibrating dildo in her mouth. At this moment, Jing
's mouth was being manipulated by two men using dildos, emitting indistinct moans. Her freed hands
moved to her chest, reaching into her transparent bodice to vigorously knead her breasts. Her two silk-stockinged legs also
moved restlessly, instinctively wrapping around Wan, who was playing with her genitals, as if not wanting him
to leave . This provoked Wan to tease her, and he began to kiss and bite the legs and ankles resting on his shoulders, causing
Jing to wriggle restlessly, but without any intention of retreating or avoiding them. The two men's free hands were not idle either, greedily
caressing and kneading Jing's body, and Jing responded to them passionately.

After playing for a while, Wan seemed to feel unsatisfied. One hand continued to operate the dildo, while the other hand
unbuckled his belt, releasing his already erect penis, seemingly ready to take matters into his own hands. Wan's penis
was quite large , although it couldn't compare to Spencer's, it was still considered quite large for an Asian. Wan pulled the large dildo out of Jing's vagina with a forceful
tug , causing Jing to stir restlessly. Her left hand even
reached down, seemingly trying to retrieve the dildo and put it back into her vagina. With the dildo gone, Jing's vagina was completely...
Fully exposed to Wan's eyes, the pink vulva trembled as if it were breathing.
The opening, stretched open, slowly closed, squeezing out a large amount of sticky, lustful fluid.

Seeing this, Wan was captivated, constantly stroking and teasing the flowing vulva. Finally, he pressed his face
against the opening and sucked hard, the sound of water making a soft smacking sound, indicating a considerable amount had been sucked. Wan swallowed
the fluid in his mouth and exclaimed in Chinese, "Damn, this is top-notch! Even this lustful fluid is sweet,
so nourishing!" This seemed more like a soliloquy. Spencer clearly didn't understand Chinese, but he understood Wan's excited expression. He pulled the vibrating dildo from Jing's mouth and leaned against the wall, watching Wan 's actions
with interest . Jing, who had been moaning and groaning from the stimulation, suddenly trembled upon hearing Wan's words. Excitedly, she raised her head and looked at Wan, who was teasing and sucking her genitals, a hint of joy on her face. "Yi Yi? Yi Yi? Is that you?" Me? Has Jing lost her mind? Wan, who was licking her honey pot, also looked up, completely bewildered, and asked Spencer, "What is she talking about ? What Yi Yi?" Spencer was also confused: "Yi Yi? Yi Yi? Yi? Hahahaha, I get it. This little bitch thinks you're her husband! Brother, you're so lucky, this little bitch now considers you her husband. Looks like I'll have to learn some Chinese from now on, hahahaha." He said while stroking and playing with Jing's breasts. Wan, who had been bewildered just now, suddenly realized what was going on, jumped up and excitedly punched Spencer, "Damn it, brother, you're amazing! I didn't believe you when you told me you found a decent wife, but you actually did it!" "How could I! I only give my brothers the best, have fun!" Spencer laughed triumphantly. Jing was already hallucinating from the aphrodisiac, and with just one sentence in Chinese, she imagined I was playing with her. Those two scumbags! Tears of humiliation streamed down my face. My beloved wife was being used and manipulated like a toy. I roughly understood the purpose of the camera. If I wasn't mistaken, Wan was an EF company client in China, and he was in the US to sign a trade contract. Clearly, Spencer was using sexual bribery to secure the deal, and my wife was the bargaining chip. This recording was extremely serious. Commercial bribery is a serious crime in the US. Not only would it affect the individual, but if it were discovered, the entire company would be fined and bankrupt . It seemed Stephanie really wanted to bring down Spencer behind the scenes. Understanding what was going on, Wan dropped his joking demeanor and got into character, playing Jing's husband— that is, me. "Baby, it's me, your husband," Wan said seriously. "Husband, my good husband, come hug me, I'm so tired," Jing's face was full of joy, her eyes shimmering with tears, incredibly alluring. As she spoke, she raised her hands and pulled Wan's head to her chest, burying it in her ample breasts. Wan, not wanting to miss this opportunity, began licking and sucking Jing 's breasts through her bodice, teasing her nipples, his hands also playing with and teasing her labia. "Ah...so good...husband, you're so good at licking...yes...yes...that's it...ah..." Jing moaned excitedly, one arm holding Wan's head against her breast, the other hand sliding down her body to Wan's erect penis, actively stroking and caressing it. Wan shuddered with excitement, straddling Jing and biting her ear, saying, "Wife, you're so horny, I want to fuck you, what's your favorite position?" Jing, with her eyes closed, enjoyed Wan's caresses and sucking. "I like it all, I...like...it...ah... I love it when Yi Yi fucks me...come on...my pussy is so itchy...so itchy..." Wan, seeing that it was about time, chuckled, "Then wife, I'm going to come in." Maintaining his position on top of Jing, he thrust in, inserting his penis into her honey hole amidst Jing's loud moans. He vigorously rubbed her bouncing breasts with both hands and began to thrust back and forth. Jing thought it was me fucking her, and cooperatively wrapped her silk- stockinged legs around Wan's waist, one arm around Wan's neck, the other hand supporting her thong, moving her honey hole towards his penis in rhythm with his movements, making wet, smacking sounds and high-pitched moans. Spencer, the mastermind behind it all, happily lit a cigarette, watching Jing being fucked until she was delirious. After fifty or sixty thrusts, Wan let out a muffled groan, releasing his hands from Jing 's breasts, which were covered in red handprints from being pressed down. He reached back, grabbed Jing's heels, and lifted her beautiful legs high, increasing the frequency of his thrusts. "You little bitch, how about I shoot it all inside you, and give you a baby?" he lewdly teased the delirious Jing. "Ah...ah...ah...ah...so good...husband, you...you're so...amazing today," Jing succumbed to Wan's frenzied thrusting, losing all reason. "Shoot...shoot it all...all inside ...I want...I want...husband...I'm...I'm your little bitch...the little bitch wants your semen...only your semen...shoot...I'll give you a...baby." After about thirty more vigorous thrusts, Wan's movements froze, his buttocks twitching rhythmically. He ejaculated inside my wife's vagina. Jing, scalded by the semen, rolled her eyes back and screamed loudly, her body curling up as she reached her climax. Wan lay on top of Jing, trembling for a while, before reluctantly pulling out his penis and sitting down beside her, panting heavily . His hands, still unsatisfied, held one of Jing's legs, stroking and kneading it back and forth. From here, I could clearly see Jing's vagina trembling, some white, foamy semen being squeezed out , dripping down Jing's everted labia onto the bed. At this moment, Jing seemed somewhat unsatisfied, caressing her vagina that had been filled with semen, as if she didn't want the semen to flow out, her actions extremely lewd. Spencer, who had been watching the commotion, cursed, "Fuck! After I ejaculated inside her last time, this bitch went crazy and tried to kill me. What's wrong with her today?" He turned to Wan and gave him a thumbs up. "Her husband is really something!" "Hahaha," Wan chuckled smugly, admiring his "success." "What a stunner! But speaking of which, will there be any problems if I ejaculate inside her? Should I use a condom?" he asked Spencer with a hint of concern . "It's fine. I gave her a birth control pill beforehand. There won't be any problems. Otherwise, her husband will just be a cheapskate!" Spencer said slyly. The two men exchanged a look and burst into laughter.

"Brother, you take a break, let me have some fun too, how about it?" Spencer said lewdly to Wan.

"No problem! But wait a minute, let me clean you up." Wan readily replied.

"Baby," he turned to Jing and continued to play her husband, "I don't want children yet,
can you release the babies that your husband just shot inside me?" He helped Jing off the bed and made her squat on the floor. Jing
looked a little dizzy and didn't say anything, but obediently followed Wan's instructions to use her hand to stimulate her honey hole, which was just filled with
semen , and gently swayed her buttocks to let the semen flow out and drip onto the floor in a small puddle.
Wan was pleased to see this, and put his semi-erect penis to Jing's mouth. Jing actually took his penis in her mouth without hesitation and began
to clean the remaining fluid off his penis. Wan then gave Spencer an OK sign with a smug look. Spencer
stood up excitedly and awkwardly clasped his hands in a gesture similar to that in kung fu movies to thank Wan.
Then, he got out of bed, grabbed Jing's breasts from behind, and pulled her up from the ground. He shoved her forward, sending her crashing against
the closet where I was hiding. Jing, leaning against the closet door, was still licking her fingers, her eyes glazed over
as she looked back, seemingly anticipating her husband's arrival. Little did she know that she and her real husband were only separated by a sheet of metal
.

Spencer stepped forward, pulled Jing's thong down to her ankles, and used his fingers to scoop some of her vaginal fluid
and smear it on his massive penis. Without giving Jing any time to prepare, he suddenly thrust his penis into her
vagina and began to pump. As his penis entered her vagina, Jing gasped in pleasure, then
turned back to look at Wan with a seductive expression, saying coquettishly, "Husband, your little brother has gotten so much bigger than before, it's amazing
!" After saying that, she even sucked on her index finger seductively. The confused Jing had no idea that she was being
played with by two different penises.

Wan was displeased, seemingly feeling mocked by Jing for his small penis. "You filthy bitch, you just
like being fucked by a big cock, don't you? You slut, no wonder your husband can't satisfy you and you're cheating on him!"

"No...no...husband...husband..." Jing hurriedly protested, "I just want my husband
to fuck me...fuck me...it feels so good...ah...ah...ah...I just...just..." She seemed
embarrassed to say something.

"Say it now!" Wan strode over, angrily ripping off her bodice and throwing it aside. He forcefully kneaded
and pulled at Jing's nipples. Jing groaned in pain but didn't object. Instead, she made an expression of enjoyment,
her mouth slightly open, her tongue slightly protruding, and a few drops of saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

"I just...I just like...I really like my husband fucking me roughly..." The last sentence was barely audible
, but Wan still heard it. Wan excitedly translated Jing's words to Spencer.
Spencer grinned, "Since you like rough treatment, let's give her rough treatment. That's real sincerity, haha!"

After that, the two men tacitly stopped talking and just vigorously fucked and played with Jing. Jing occasionally groaned in pain
but didn't resist at all. Instead, her body responded and she cried out loudly. The three of them changed positions several times.
Sometimes Spencer would pick her up and walk her around the room, fucking her, which Wan watched with applause . Other times
, she would sit on Wan with her legs wide open and move up and down on her own. During this time, Jing was brought to orgasm four times and was
so she could only be helped to the bed by the two men. Spencer and Wan each ejaculated once, and Wan
ejaculated inside her again, filling her vagina. She was also ejaculated on in the face by Spencer during a breastjob. Her hair was a mess
, stained with someone's bodily fluids, her large breasts swung wildly, her leopard-print skirt was rolled up and wrapped around her waist, and her panties
were still hanging on her left ankle, seemingly intentionally left on. One of her stockings was torn, but she
was still wearing her high heels. Both men seemed to adore her small, stockinged feet, constantly fondling and playing with them.

When the two men got tired, they threw the limp, trembling Jing on the ground, and even pretended to smoke and discuss contract details
for a while . Then, I forget who suggested moving to another place, the two men readily agreed, picked up
the exhausted Jing lying on the carpet, and left the room, seemingly heading to an office not far away.
Soon after, the sounds of a woman's moans and men's lewd laughter reached my ears. I was already in tears.

My mind was a jumble of images, the scene of Jing calling my name and being brought to orgasm by others replaying in my head
over and over again , giving me a splitting headache. I don't know how much time passed, but then my eyes lit up, the closet door opened, and
there was Stephanie. She looked at me with pity, wiped away my tears, and kissed my forehead. She
told me I could walk now, but I just stood up like a zombie and numbly walked towards the door.
She followed behind me and said something, then waved the DV camera in her hand, but I couldn't hear
what she was trying to say. I just wanted to get out of this hell as quickly as possible. It was quiet outside, even the hallway lights were off
, and I couldn't hear Jing or the other two men's voices. I didn't know when they left or
where they went. Stephanie tried to talk to me, but seeing my zombie-like state, she
gave up. She helped me out, put me in the car, gave me some instructions, and then hurriedly left. Jing, wearing a wedding dress,
her face shy, surrounded by layers of dark shadows, men's lewd laughter, her wet vulva dripping with semen, moaning and
calling my name—my mind went blank, and I slumped onto the steering wheel, unconscious.

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