Fanfiction "My Wife is a Slave" Parts 1-5 (Completed, Updated 2013111)

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**************** 　　... 　　gzedleew's "My Wife is a Slave" has always been a milestone in my heart, but it's a pity it was left unfinished 　. Fortunately, the sequels written by hj1288 and sex_1977 offer some consolation. However, after reading two of their sequels 　, the little flame in my heart just wouldn't be extinguished. I had originally planned to try to continue it a couple of years ago, but my wife was always by my side, and I had to hide even when reading erotic novels, so I didn't dare to have any other thoughts! Fortunately, after living apart for a few months recently, I finally have some freedom and can do what I want.　　　I don't mean any disrespect to the aforementioned great authors. It's a real pity that such a masterpiece was abandoned. Everyone has their own desired ending, after all, "a thousand people have a thousand Hamlets"! I'm just consoling myself and fulfilling a dream that has lingered in my heart for a long time. Please forgive me. 　**********　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　...　　　　　　　　　I knew it from the moment I witnessed Jing humiliating her in the hotel, but what could I do?　　　I've always had this question: I dated my wife since college, and we've been together since we got married and had children. I never noticed anything like this perverted behavior from her. Why did that guy use a few ropes and whips to make her completely addicted? I've searched online and consulted psychologists, just trying to understand how this thing called SM could turn a gentle, dignified woman—a woman who used to blush at the slightest swear word and would avoid me if I showed her any affection in public—into a shameless slut, a whore.　　　As I've learned more, I'm not completely clueless about SM anymore. At least I can name all the devices in the purse I brought back when I caught her cheating. But what's the use? I still can't enter my wife's inner world, understand that dark side. It's never been open to me. X Tao! Only he has been inside, understood, and even skillfully manipulated her. 　　I took out the CDs I'd found at Tao's house, looked at the dates on them, and gave a bitter smile. Every single date was a business trip I'd taken. Over the past year, I'd indeed been traveling more for work, for business, and to make life better for myself and my family, but I never imagined it would give someone with malicious intent an opportunity.　　　After hesitating for a moment, I inserted one of the CDs into the computer. Since it had already happened, I shouldn't run away, no matter how unbearable the scene was, I had to face it. 　　The scene unfolded; it was still in that house, the guy and his wife were having a candlelight dinner at the table. 　　"Sister Lin, today's my birthday, what are you going to do for me?" the guy asked with a grin. 　　His wife rolled her eyes at him: "What else do you want? I made all of tonight's dinner, and you didn't help at all except make a mess, and you even had to dress me up like that..." 　　"Like that? A naked apron, how romantic! If it weren't for that apron, I wouldn't have known that you, Lin-jie, could actually squirt!" 　　"Get lost! You brat, all you do is torture people. The food's almost burnt, and you're still going on and on. I wonder if I'll ever take care of you again?" 　　The two finished dinner like this, bickering and teasing each other. I was surprised that I hadn't taken the computer apart, but my trembling hand holding the mouse betrayed my unsettled state. 　　"Lin-jie, we've finished dinner, but I haven't had my cake yet!" Coming out of the kitchen, the two sat on the sofa, hugging each other, and the guy pointed to the cake on the coffee table. 　　"Can you still eat now? I'm full, I can't eat anymore." His wife leaned lazily on his shoulder. 　　"I can eat as long as you feed me," he whispered in his wife's ear. She slapped him a few times in annoyance, but he persisted, clinging to her and coaxing her until she finally nodded, albeit reluctantly. 　　It was the same table, but this time there was no food. Only a naked woman lay there, legs spread, bound by red ropes at her wrists and ankles, the other ends tied to the table legs. The man held a cake and patiently smeared cream on her body, occasionally touching sensitive spots, eliciting moans and ripples of flesh. He continued smearing cream from her forehead to her toes. 　　Then he began licking, avoiding her nipples and genitals. When he reached her toes, she let out a long moan, her body convulsing slightly—she had orgasmed. 　　The camera wobbled for a moment, indicating the man was holding a video camera. The lens was pointed at his wife's genitals; the area, previously smeared with white cream, was now blurred by the vaginal fluid. 　　He took out a thin string, tied both ends to her already erect nipples, and had his wife bite the middle. The string was the perfect length, suggesting they had done this before. Then, he rubbed his erect penis against his wife's vulva, finally thrusting it in with a sudden, forceful thrust amidst her moans. He then began a relentless, ferocious pumping motion, her breasts swaying with each stroke, pulling on her tied nipples, eliciting moans from her tightly closed lips—a moan that was hard to decipher, perhaps of pain or pleasure. 　　"Phew, Sister Lin, you're so wet inside!" 　　"Mmm... Waaah..." 　　"Does your nipple hurt? Is it good?" 　　"Mmm..." 　　"Every time I do this to you, seeing you clearly enjoying it but unable to scream gets me so excited!" 　　"..." 　　"I can't hold back anymore, I'm going to cum, is it okay if I cum inside?" 　　"Mmm... Mmm..." 　　"Okay! Uh... Ahh..." 　　While untying the rope, the guy asked his wife, "Sister Lin, your birthday is next month, how are you planning to celebrate?" 　　"I haven't thought about it yet, I don't even know if my husband will be home with me!"

"Hehe, if your big husband can't keep you company, your little husband can! How about we go to our villa and play Russian roulette again?"
"Get lost! Didn't you guys mess with me enough last time? I'm never going again."
"What mess? You clearly enjoyed it too! Did you forget when you were crawling on the ground chasing us calling us 'husband'?"
"..."
"Come on! This time we promise we won't go too far, and we'll even have some new tricks!"
"...We'll see!"
"Okay, then I'll let them know first, I need to conserve my energy, otherwise I won't be able to satisfy my sexy Lin-jie!"
"You have to make it clear beforehand, we can't do it like last time!"
"Relax, we absolutely won't force you to do anything you don't want to do, okay?"
"...Mm."
(To be continued)
********************************************************************************************** I really can't handle such heavy flavors; this is basically my limit. I like SM, but I prefer the mental aspect, occasionally with a touch of mild sadism. As for the more extreme stuff like piercing, I just can't bring myself to do it! After all, in the original novel, Lin is a pitiful woman, only unfortunate to have met the wrong person; she still loves her husband. Lin is different from the women in "Wife's Desire," so sometimes I can't bear to torture her further and want to give her a better ending.
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(Continued 2)
The broken monitor and the computer tower emitting faint blue smoke lay askew at my trembling feet. The trembling wasn't from fear, but from anger and heartache; I finally couldn't suppress the rage in my heart.
I tidied up the room, lit a cigarette, and tried to calm my raging emotions, but unbearable images kept appearing before my eyes. Suddenly, a few words surfaced in my mind: villa? Several? That kid has a villa? How is that possible? How could a college graduate working away from home for two years have that kind of financial resources? Could it be…?
I called my wife: “Did X Tao embezzle or misappropriate public funds at your bank?”
My wife was clearly stunned: “No…no!”
“Tell the truth! Don’t hide anything for him anymore! I don’t want you to cover up for another man in front of me like this!”
“Really, no, I’m the supervisor here, I can find out about these things…” My wife’s voice was clearly trembling with sobs.
“What about the villa?”
“Villa…what…villa?” My wife began to hesitate.
“It’s that villa you two often go to, not just the two of you, that one!” I said the last sentence almost through gritted teeth.
That villa was mortgaged to the bank by a wealthy businessman, and because it was located in a remote area, no one had ever taken a liking to it. My wife had embezzled public funds to raise money for me, but when X Tao discovered it, he didn't speak up and instead covered it up for her. Feeling indebted to him, she gave him the keys to the villa so he could stay there temporarily. Little did she expect that he would later lose everything.
Taking the keys from my wife, I deliberately ignored her sorrowful expression and drove to the villa. X Tao! You better pray you're not there!
The drive took about an hour. I arrived at the secluded villa, surrounded by only seven or eight other villas. When I reached the door, it was locked, and I felt a pang of disappointment. Entering
the living room on the first floor, I found a thin layer of dust on the floor, indicating that no one had been there for some time. The baseball bat I was clutching fell limply to the floor. The living room was large and spacious, with a few sofas, a coffee table, and a tall, X-shaped shelf in the corner.
I went up to the second floor and checked each room, but found nothing suspicious. Dejected, I walked back to the living room on the first floor. Suddenly, I remembered that villas like this usually have basements. I looked around; it wasn't hidden. I entered the basement through the back door of the kitchen. Turning on the lights, I found a small, separate room in the corner. Inside was the monitoring room. Because the power had been on, the cameras were all functioning normally. This monitoring system was the same as the one in my company—over thirty cameras monitoring around the clock, with the video data stored on a small server.
I accessed the mainframe and checked the footage from the past month. No one had been here. A thought struck me; I pulled up the footage from my wife's birthday. I remembered clearly that I was out of town negotiating a contract on her birthday, and there had been some setbacks. I only returned two days later.
The screen showed the guy. He appeared alone, came in, stuck a piece of paper with writing on it on the shoe rack in the entryway, and then went straight to the sofa in the living room and sat down, as if waiting for something.
About twenty minutes later, the door opened, and the wife walked in. Just as she was about to bend down to change her shoes, she noticed the piece of paper. After looking at it for a moment, she bit her lip, took off all her clothes, and retrieved a bag from behind the shoe rack. From it, she took out several items: a dog collar with a stainless steel chain, which she put on; two clips with bells, which she clipped to her nipples; a pair of black stockings; and a blindfold, which she put on her head. Then, she slowly crawled onto the floor, groping her way in like a female dog into the living room. It was very quiet, except for the clanking of the chain against the floor.
The spacious living room made her somewhat bewildered. The young man coughed lightly, and the wife, as if she had found her target, crawled towards the sofa, stopping when she reached him.
The young man gently stroked his wife's face with the ball of his foot, a wicked chuckle escaping his lips: "Sister Lin, my little bitch, it's your birthday today. I promised to give you an unforgettable birthday present!" His wife didn't reply, or perhaps there wasn't time. She turned her head, rubbing her face against the young man's foot like a pet, then took his toes into her mouth, licking them with her tongue and saliva.
After a while, the young man pulled his foot out of his wife's mouth and lightly kicked her large breasts a few times: "You slut, you've dirtied my toes. I'll take you to the bathroom and give you a good wash." He pulled on the leash holding his wife and led her upstairs. His wife followed closely behind, crawling like a perfectly tamed female dog.
There were no cameras in the bathroom. After about ten minutes, the young man led his wife downstairs again. An "X"-shaped metal frame in the corner was pulled out, with buckles on it. His wife's hands and feet were fixed to the frame, her head slightly lowered, like a suffering saint in a Western oil painting.
At this moment, three more men came down the stairs: a middle-aged man and two young men. One of them had dyed blond hair, and the other I recognized from Tie Dan's phone; he should be the one called Gouzi. Each of the three men was carrying several props. The young man casually took a leather hand slap from Gouzi, lightly lifted his wife's chin, and her head naturally lifted. He gently slapped his wife's delicate cheeks, making a crisp "slap slap" sound. Suddenly, he slapped her hard downwards. A scream, a loud "slap," and her high, firm breasts shook violently, a clear bloodstain appearing on them. With each shake, the bells on her nipples made a faint "ding-a-ling."
Seeing that someone had started, the other three men also began lashing the wife's fair body with their leather whips or horsehair whips. Soon, her naked body was covered in blood-red welts. They were all skilled; the whips hurt but didn't draw blood, and the sound was loud. The middle-aged man, in particular, stood to the side of the wife, deliberately showing off his skill. With two crisp "snap" sounds, the bells on her nipples fell off.
The four men took turns whipping her, each "snap" accompanied by a slightly suppressed yet lustful moan and a sensual writhing of her body. With a heavy lash between her legs, a high-pitched, trembling "Ahhh!" escaped her lips. Her legs shook violently, and a trickle of fluid flowed from between them.
"Ha, you actually made her pee! You're quite the slut!" the blond-haired man laughed loudly. The wife seemed oblivious, her whole body trembling. If her hands hadn't been restrained, she probably would have already collapsed to her knees.
The men immediately dropped their whips and began caressing their wives' naked bodies. The middle-aged man slowly and steadily pulled at his wife's nipples, and just as she was about to cry out, he pinched one nipple between his thumb and middle finger and snapped it sharply. A crisp "snap" rang out, and his wife's legs convulsed, spurting out another gush of fluid.
The men laughed, and X Tao said, "Sister Lin, how about it? Are you satisfied with our new trick? If you like it, we can do it a few more times!" The middle-aged man, as if showing off, snapped his fingers at his wife's nipples several more times, each time causing her naked body to convulse violently.
My teeth were grinding so hard they felt like they would shatter. I couldn't bear to watch any longer and dragged the progress bar with the mouse.
The scene reappears; the wife has been taken down from the shelf and is kneeling on a small round table, her hands and feet still tied to the table legs. The mask on her face remains on; she likely won't even know how many men she's been with, nor who they are.
The four men are now naked, tightly surrounding her. A deck of cards rests on her smooth back; they're using her body as a card table. X-Tao and the blond-haired man are partners, while the middle-aged man and Gouzi are partners. Soon, the blond-haired man wins. He cheers, grabs the table, and gently turns it so his wife's buttocks face him. He thrusts into her, and she moans. X-Tao then inserts his penis into her mouth, and the two begin their double penetration.
The middle-aged man kneads his wife's breasts for a while, then pulls out his phone from his clothes on the sofa, plays music, and says to the others, "Let's switch to the next song when it ends!" The others nod in agreement.
After about three minutes, the song ended, and the blond-haired man reluctantly withdrew from his wife's body. The middle-aged man turned the table so that his wife's buttocks faced him. The camera's position was now clear; the middle-aged man aimed his penis at his wife's anus, thrusting it in. A hook on the other side pulled his wife's hair close to her genitals, forcing her to perform oral sex on him. The middle-aged man's thrusting was fierce, and
his wife moaned softly as she climaxed. The four men took turns penetrating his wife's anus, each taking turns for a few minutes at a time. His wife's moans grew louder and more lewd, and she orgasmed countless times, leaving all the men drenched in sweat. Finally, they put his wife off the table, made her tilt her head back, and masturbated around her, ejaculating on her face before they stopped.
Several men put on their clothes and prepared to leave. The middle-aged man patted X Tao on the shoulder and lewdly grinned, "Brother, no doubt about it, this slut is amazing. Next time you come to my place, I'll let you try my girls, see the big boobs I've trained, the milk, just a light squeeze and it's like a fountain, so satisfying!"
The blond-haired man said to X Tao, "Brother, next time I come, I want this woman to come and greet me, I haven't had enough this time!"
"Absolutely no problem, I'll take care of it. You finally got a holiday and came all the way from H City, I have to make sure you're well taken care of! But, you should go home next time you're on holiday, our parents miss you a lot, I wonder how you're doing over there..."
The men chatted and laughed as they walked out the door, leaving only the wife lying quietly on the ground, clearly seeing the black hole in the middle of her red, ravaged anus that hadn't completely closed...
(To be continued)
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