I took my wife to play in a group.

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I stood behind the door, watching my wife remove her clothes piece by piece until her beautiful body was completely naked. Then, she removed her hair clips, letting her hair fall loose. She gently folded her clothes and placed them on the bedside table, her movements still so soft and graceful. Watching all this, my mind went blank, as if I were in a dream. After she finished, my wife turned her back, her hands tied behind her back, and softly said, "Come on, tie me up." I gritted my teeth, picked up the hemp rope that had already been prepared on the floor, straightened it, and put it around my wife's neck, slinging it down her shoulders, under her armpits, and tightly binding her arms together. Finally, I tied her wrists together tightly in a cross shape. Normally, according to the standard procedure for binding someone, I should also suspend her forearms, but this time I omitted it, letting her bound hands hang limply above her hips.

My wife turned back, looking at me affectionately, her voice low and gentle: "Husband, this time I was with another man… will you despise me afterward…?" Before she could finish, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply.

My wife responded passionately.

After a while, I released her, took two steps back, and carefully admired her bound, naked body. Even though I'd seen it countless times, her bound appearance still excited me immensely. Just then, the phone rang. It was Qiang from across the hall. I hung up and said to my wife, "Let's go, they're ready." My wife nodded, silently turned her back, and walked towards the door. Looking at her bare back, her long legs, the ropes coiled around her body like snakes, and her hands clenched into fists behind her back, I suddenly felt an overwhelming pity. I grabbed her arm and said, "If you... if you don't want to, I'll go tell them we're not doing it." My wife turned back, smiled, and said, "No, I want to. I know what you're thinking." I couldn't help but hug her tightly again, whispering in her ear, "Remember, no matter what, I love you deeply." My wife nodded and said, "Me too." Then, I led her out the door.

My wife, nervously looking around, was seeing herself naked outdoors for the first time. I was equally uneasy. Although we lived on the top floor, in a two-apartment building with only a few meters between us and the apartment across the hall, the thought of someone coming up to either of us could cause unimaginable trouble. Just then, the door across the hall opened at that perfect moment, and Qiang led his wife, Ayan, out. Ayan, completely naked, was tightly bound with a white cotton rope, her face flushed, looking much more shy than my wife. Both Ayan and my wife were beautiful women, and their allure was enhanced by their nakedness and restraint.

Unlike Ayan's shyness, my wife, having overcome her nervousness, gracefully raised her head, first greeting Ayan, then smiling at Qiang, who was staring at her firm breasts, and saying, "Qiang, have mercy!" This made Qiang somewhat embarrassed, repeatedly saying, "Yes, yes."

To avoid anyone actually coming up, I greeted Qiang and quickly led our "prisoners" back to our respective rooms. Before entering, my wife and I glanced back at each other. My wife paused, and A-Qiang gave her a push on the back. Her naked body disappeared into the opposite doorway.

Both our families have cameras (tools for SM enthusiasts). Although many details were obscured due to the camera angle, I was fully aware of the humiliation and torture she suffered across the street through my wife's description.

Similarly, I truthfully recorded everything I did to A-Yan (except for the sexual intercourse).

After the exchange in the hallway, A-Qiang took my wife to his home. She hesitated for a moment upon entering, but was immediately pushed inside by A-Qiang. With the heavy sound of the iron door closing, my naked wife was completely isolated in this cage-like house. Bound hand and foot, she could only face the expected yet unpredictable future with her own body.

To avoid one person changing their mind and causing unhappiness for everyone, A-Qiang and I decided to change the rules of the game this morning after a phone call, changing the option for anyone to stop at any time to only one chance per hour to request a stop. In other words, the wife must now endure at least an hour of sexual abuse before she can ask to stop.

Before that, she is just a helpless female prisoner.

A-Qiang's apartment has three bedrooms and two living rooms. One room is unfurnished, without even floor tiles. Ostensibly a storage room and gym, it has actually been converted into a makeshift torture chamber. Thick curtains are drawn, and several bright lights are on. One corner is piled with miscellaneous items, while another corner contains a multi-gym and two pommel horses (their purpose will soon be revealed). About three or four ropes hang from an iron hook on the ceiling (originally designed for a ceiling fan). There are fixed iron rings on both walls, and several exposed steel bars are buried in the concrete floor. I've already visited this place and think the design is ingenious. Because if you simply retract the ropes (if they were jump ropes instead of hemp ropes, it wouldn't matter if you didn't retract them), and move the gym to the location of the buried steel bars to conceal it, no one would guess the room's true purpose. I've had similar designs in mind before, but I've never been able to realize them. Now I've decided to replicate it, but that's another story.

My wife was brought into the "torture room," and A-Qiang ordered her to stand with her legs spread apart in the center of the room. My wife stood calmly, her full, white breasts held high.

A-Qiang pulled a rope hanging from the ceiling, tied it to the rope around my wife's wrists, and then tightened it. Then, he opened a large toolbox on the floor, took out two shorter ropes, and tied my wife's ankles to two hook-shaped steel bars about 10 centimeters high buried in the ground. Finally, A-Qiang gagged my wife with a spherical gag. Thus, my wife's body was completely ready.

A-Qiang turned to face my wife, carefully examining the naked woman bound in a "V" shape by the ropes, and pinched her rosy nipple. My wife, her vital parts attacked, let out a soft "ooh." A-Qiang told her, "When I torture you later, it won't stop because of your screams. If you really can't take it, just blink repeatedly. Understand?" His wife couldn't speak, only nodding repeatedly. (What A-Qiang said to my wife was almost exactly the same as what I said to his wife before I started the torture. We hadn't discussed it beforehand, and afterwards we were surprised by this unanimous agreement.) A-Qiang took a row of clothespins from the toolbox on the ground and clipped them one by one onto his wife's full breasts, also using two small clips with tiny copper bells attached to her tender nipples. After clipping them, A-Qiang's hands continuously rubbed his wife's breasts covered in clips, the small bells jingling on her nipples. His wife hummed softly. Suddenly, A-Qiang took two steps back, swung a leather whip, and lashed his wife's chest, knocking the clips off one by one. Clearly, this caused his wife immense pain. Her snow-white body writhed, emitting soft moans, but she couldn't escape the abuse.

After the beating, her fair breasts were bright red, her nipples erect. A-Qiang threw away the whip, stepped forward, and pinched each of her nipples, twisting them outwards. His wife trembled. A-Qiang reached down to her genitals, chuckling, "Wow, all wet." His wife twisted her body shyly in protest.

A-Qiang rummaged through the toolbox, found an electric vibrator, and waved it in front of his wife. The vibrator was large, and fear immediately flashed in his wife's beautiful eyes. A-Qiang thought for a moment, then put the vibrator down. His wife visibly relaxed, but she was wrong. A-Qiang hadn't changed his mind; instead, he knelt down, untied the rope binding his wife's left ankle, and then tied another rope hanging from the ceiling to her knee, raising her left thigh to waist level. Because his wife's right foot was still tied to the original steel bar, she could only turn to the side, her entire female genitalia completely exposed.

Ah Qiang clearly wanted this effect. He chuckled and picked up the extra-large vibrator again.

His wife shook her head repeatedly, but Ah Qiang, of course, ignored her feelings, pressed the switch, and the vibrator's head began to rotate, emitting a "buzzing" sound. Ah Qiang parted his wife's pubic hair with his left hand and pressed the vibrator against her clitoris with his right. His wife trembled all over, her "ooh-ooh" sounds grew louder, and her lower body unconsciously began to secrete vaginal fluid.

Then, A-Qiang turned the vibrator to its maximum intensity and thrust it in! With the intense stimulation to her lower body, his wife's left leg, which had been hanging naturally, kicked up suddenly but then slumped back down. With each thrust of the vibrator, his wife's entire body became limp. If she hadn't been tied up, she would have collapsed to the ground immediately.

After bringing his wife to orgasm with the vibrator, A-Qiang pulled the vibrator, now soaked with her vaginal fluids, from her body. A small puddle had formed at her feet. A-Qiang untied the ropes binding his wife's feet and then untied the ropes binding her hands, but she was still tightly bound, and the physical stimulation made her almost unable to stand.

A-Qiang supported her arm, made a farewell gesture to the camera, and helped his wife out of the room.

Clearly, he was going to take his wife to the guest room and use his penis on her.

Since the "rape" was not recorded (this was our agreement; my encounter with A-Yan was also not recorded), I cannot provide a detailed description. According to my wife, A-Qiang took her to the guest room, untied her upper body, removed the gag, and made her lie on her back on the bed. He then folded her right leg and tied her calf and thigh together with rope. Next, he straightened her other leg and tied it to the bed railing at the foot of the bed. He then tied her hands to the headboard railing. Now, except for her bound right leg, my wife's entire body was fixed to the bed.

Then came A-Qiang's merciless assault on my wife's delicate body. It was my wife's first time having sex with a man other than me, and despite this humiliation, she still reached orgasm.

Afterwards, A-Qiang untied all the ropes binding my wife, bringing her back to her senses from her frenzy. After resting for a while, A-Qiang tied my wife's hands in front of her, led her to the bathroom for a quick rinse, and then returned to the "torture room."

My wife reappeared on the camera's lens, her slender, fair, naked body glistening with glistening water droplets. The two prominent, rosy nipples on her full breasts were particularly vibrant, the blush from her orgasm not yet fully faded, making her appear even more shy. All of this not only made Ah-Qiang drool, but even I couldn't resist pulling my wife close and having sex with her again when I watched the videotape later.

Ah-Qiang led my wife to a wall fitted with iron rings and ordered her to stand with her back against the wall. Then, Ah-Qiang untied the ropes binding her hands and tied her limbs to the iron rings on the wall. My wife was now fixed to the wall in an "X" shape. She stood upright, looking at her abuser with slight tension, awaiting the next step of humiliation and torture.

Ah-Qiang began rummaging through the toolbox again. This time, he found a small wooden stick with a smooth, rounded tip and a slightly thicker, hooked end. My intelligent wife immediately knew the purpose of the stick and her face flushed crimson. Of course, just as she had imagined, A-Qiang squatted down, gently parted her labia, and slowly inserted the wooden stick... As the stick went deeper, his wife frowned.

This time her mouth wasn't gagged, but she still bit her lower lip tightly, trying not to make a sound.

When the stick reached the bottom, the hook at the end pressed against her clitoris. This time, his wife finally couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" A-Qiang then picked up a piece of rope and carefully tied it around her crotch and waist, forming a "T". This way, the stick was firmly inserted into his wife's vagina and wouldn't fall out. His wife kept moaning softly, and her body began to twist and struggle, the iron rings clanging against her. But she was ultimately tightly bound, and such struggles were completely futile.

A-Qiang took out a large, red SM-specific candle, already stained with candle wax, and lit it. When his wife saw that the "instrument of torture" was this, she actually breathed a sigh of relief. Because when I trained her before, the punishment she feared least was dripping wax (of course, only with special low-temperature candles; I wouldn't dare use ordinary candles on my beloved wife's delicate body), she was actually somewhat looking forward to it.

Once the wick was filled with molten wax, A-Qiang poured it all over his wife's left nipple. His wife let out a soft "Oh," her tone surprisingly pleasurable. The red wax flowed down her high breasts, all the way to her thighs, slowly solidifying, looking quite eerie. Then, A-Qiang did the same to his wife's right breast. His wife gasped in delight again.

Seeing his wife's ecstatic expression, A-Qiang was both amused and exasperated, saying, "I didn't expect you to enjoy this. My A-Yan is most afraid of dripping wax. No, I have to try something else." But what other "play" could A-Qiang possibly have to deal with his wife, who was completely naked except for a thong?

A-Qiang cleaned the wax off his wife's body, naturally rubbing her full breasts a few times in the process. His wife looked down helplessly. Since her breasts were 36C (91.5cm, I measured them myself, the net bust size after she took off her clothes), larger than A-Yan's (though A-Yan's waist was slimmer), it seemed A-Qiang's interest was focused there.

His wife not only had full breasts (her pride), but also relatively large nipples and areolas. At this moment, her nipples were erect with excitement. A-Qiang reached out and flicked her left nipple, causing her entire breast to tremble slightly. A-Qiang took out a stiff feather about 15cm long from his toolbox, the hollow end of which had been sharpened. A-Qiang grabbed his wife's right breast with his left hand, kneading and shaping it into various forms, then tightly pinched the swollen nipple and poked it with the sharpened feather. His wife immediately screamed, "Ah!" A-Qiang reached his left hand under his wife's abdomen, hooking his index finger around the T-string between her legs and pulling it repeatedly, causing the wooden rod inserted into her lower body to create new "turbulence" inside her. His right hand, meanwhile, used a feather to caress his wife's breasts. Under this dual stimulation, his wife half-closed her eyes, moaning and writhing, the rope around her lower body already soaked.

Seeing his wife's state, A-Qiang stopped stimulating her, untied the T-string, and pulled out the wooden rod. The sudden emptiness inside her vagina made his wife cry out "Oh!" She fluttered her long eyelashes, looking at A-Qiang in confusion.

A-Qiang untied her from the wall, took her to the center of the room, below the iron hook, and said, "Lie down on the ground." His wife first knelt down, then slowly lay face down on the ground. The moment her tender nipples touched the cold, rough cement floor, she couldn't help but shiver. A-Qiang first twisted his wife's hands behind her back, binding her wrists, then folded her legs and tied them together with her hands, creating a "four-horse-hoof" position. Ah Qiang then tied a thin rope around his wife's mouth, rendering her unable to speak again.

Next, he moved a chair over, climbed up, and hung a hand-operated hoist on its hook. After hanging it, he jumped down, hooked the hook at the bottom of the hoist onto the ropes binding his wife's hands and feet, tested its strength, and began to pull the chain on the hoist. With a clanging sound of the chain, his wife's body began to slowly lift off the ground, until she was about 1.5 meters off the ground.

Her long hair fell down, obscuring her face. Ah Qiang used a rope to tie her hair into a ponytail, then tied it to the rope binding her wrists, so that her face could only face forward. Ah Qiang looked with satisfaction at the white body hanging in mid-air like a lamb to the slaughter, and with a gentle push, his wife's naked body began to rotate. Her hands were tied behind her back at the wrists, and her arms were not tied to her body, causing her considerable pain.

Of course, Ah Qiang would not stop there. Because his wife was now hanging upside down with her back to the sky and her chest facing down, her sagging breasts appeared even fuller and larger. A-Qiang took out two clips, each with a thin thread about 20 centimeters long attached to a Coca-Cola bottle. He clipped the clips onto his wife's trembling nipples, then went out and brought back a bucket of water. His wife, already experienced in masochism, immediately began to whimper in terror. Of course, this had no effect. At this point, like A-Yan in the other room, their bodies no longer belonged to them; neither remembered the agreement to stop in an hour.

A-Qiang slowly added water to the Coca-Cola bottles with a ladle, filling each bottle about one-third full.

The weight of the bottles stretched his wife's breasts into a cone shape, and her nipples were at least twice their original length. She whimpered desperately, twisting her body, bound and suspended in mid-air, her legs repeatedly coming together and then spreading apart.

A-Qiang poured some more water into the Coke bottle, filling it about halfway. He straightened up, walked between his wife's legs, and spread her thighs apart. His wife's genitals were already uncontrollably "flooded." A-Qiang shook his head and sighed, "You really are good material for masochism." Saying this, he controlled the gourd to lower his wife's body to a suitable height (you can imagine what "suitable" means), pulled down his pants, and held his wife's slender waist with both hands. Just as things were about to escalate, he suddenly turned around, smiled at the camera lens, and said, "I forgot to turn it off." He picked up the remote control from the ground and turned off the camera.

Thankfully, A-Qiang remembered their agreement even in such a situation. Although I found this wife-swapping BDSM very exciting and had no regrets, clearly watching someone else rape my wife always caused some psychological pressure (simply doing SM with my wife is different from actually doing it, at least that's how I felt). My wife later told me that after A-Qiang entered her, he stood still, holding her waist with both hands, moving her body back and forth. Water bottles dangled from her breasts, her vagina constantly being penetrated. The combination of pain and pleasure nearly drove her to madness.

The camera switched back on an hour later. She was now down, her hands bound behind her back, her mouth gagged, kneeling naked, panting and drenched in sweat. The nipple clamps had been removed, her breasts had returned to their normal shape, but her nipples and areolas remained swollen.

After hours of continuous abuse, her fair skin was flushed, her once clear and bright eyes were now misty, her bound hands had turned purple, and her wet pubic hair gleamed with a dark sheen. Her breasts heaved violently as she looked bewildered at Ah Qiang, who had just finished with her, appearing so weak and helpless. Every time she was abused, she would show this pitiful look, which only fueled my desire for her.

A-Qiang, seemingly attracted by his wife's expression, pulled her up from the ground and led her to the pommel horse in the corner of the room. He had her stand on the springboard, legs spread, and then tied her legs to the horse's legs.

Next, A-Qiang pushed his wife's bare back with one hand, pressing her upper body down onto the pommel horse, her slender waist positioned precisely between the two handles. A-Qiang folded a hemp rope four times and tied it to the two handles, thus pressing his wife's body under the rope. A-Qiang tied another hemp rope around his wife's wrists and passed it through her crotch from behind. He measured the rope against his wife's private parts, then tied a knot in it, positioning it precisely against her genitals, and then looped the other end of the rope around his wife's neck and tied it tightly. This way, whenever his wife raised her head, the rope between her legs would immediately tighten, and the knot would sink deeply into her vagina.

His wife was bound naked to the saddle, unable to move. Her legs were spread apart, her hands were tied behind her back, her long, black hair hung down, and her snow-white buttocks were raised high, creating a poignant picture of a beautiful woman suffering torture.

A-Qiang patted his wife's plump buttocks with satisfaction and asked, "How's it going? Comfortable?" His wife gave a muffled reply. A-Qiang laughed, "Looks like I'll have to add some more fun." He picked up the leather whip and, with a sharp "crack," struck his wife's buttocks. In pain, his wife naturally jerked her head up, immediately pulling on the rope between her legs, giving her a second lash. She let out a miserable groan. A red welt immediately appeared on her buttocks after that first lash. Then came the second and third lashes. His wife groaned incessantly, tears streaming down her face.

However, like me, A-Qiang wasn't particularly keen on severe torture, so he stopped after about ten lashes. My wife's delicate body was thankfully spared extremely harsh treatment, but even so, her buttocks were still covered in crisscrossing welts. A-Qiang glanced at the wall clock; there was still over an hour until the agreed-upon end time. So, he grinned and said to my wife, "How about we have your husband come over for a get-together?" Although my wife wasn't entirely willing to be abused in front of me, she could only watch helplessly as A-Qiang picked up the cordless phone and started dialing.

Actually, I had similar thoughts in the other room, so as soon as the phone rang, I knew A-Qiang definitely wasn't asking for an early end. After exchanging a few tacit words, I hung up the phone and took Ayan down from the room. While tying her up tightly, I told her, "I'm taking you home now." Ayan, already weak all over, didn't think much of it and softly said, "Why is it over already? Wasn't it... supposed to be six o'clock?" I gave her breasts a hard squeeze and laughed, "Oh, you're still reluctant to let go." Ayan pouted and said coquettishly, "Who's reluctant to let go? I can't wait for you to let me go, you're so annoying!" However, her watery eyes clearly expressed another meaning. I stood behind her, my arms wrapped around her chest, squeezing her breasts, and said, "Let's go." I half-embraced, half-pushed, leading a naked, bound woman to another room. Although the journey wasn't long, it was a pleasant and enjoyable experience. What's more, this woman's hands, bound behind her back, were anything but still active, "exerting themselves" with my "enthusiastic" little brother (which is why I like to omit the hands being suspended high in a standard bondage). As we crossed the hallway, while I was locking the door, Ayan broke free from my grasping hands and nimbly dashed into the already open door across the hall. Despite being tightly bound, she moved like a nimble rabbit. I followed leisurely behind, admiring the beautiful curves of her back and hips, accentuated by her bindings.

I followed Ayan into the room and casually closed the door behind me. She entered the interrogation room and saw my wife still bound to the saddle horse with her buttocks sticking out, while her husband stood to the side, grinning at her. She asked in surprise,

"Qiang, why are you still tied up?" I laughed from behind, "The game isn't over yet, of course she has to be tied up." Ayan turned around, her almond-shaped eyes wide, and said, "You...you..." She finally understood what we were going to do, but it was too late.

Qiang untied my wife from the saddle horse, loosened the rope binding her mouth, but still kept her hands bound, and made her stand side-by-side with Ayan. The two naked wives, despite having already suffered greatly, were still overcome with shame.

Ayan, in particular, had completely lost her earlier passion and exuberance.

Qiang and I discussed it briefly before we began to "deal with" them. I first made them stand facing each other, then passed ropes under their armpits and tightly bound their upper bodies together. Because the two women were of similar height, their breasts were squeezed flat into four plump mounds of tender flesh under such close contact. I adjusted the two women's positions so that one of their nipples was just touching (since their breasts and bust sizes were different, it was impossible for both nipples to touch each other), and laughed, saying, "Now you've really 'touched each other'!" Ayan shyly buried her head in my wife's shoulder, not daring to look at me, while my wife gave me a charming, seductive look and scolded, "You pervert!" Perhaps because it was their first time having such intimate contact with naked women, both women were now displaying their allure, a mixture of shyness and reproach, making me stare intently, drooling, my hands roaming over their bodies.

While I was playing with my two naked wives, Aqiang wasn't idle either. He took a relatively long rope and tied five or six knots about every 10 centimeters in the middle. Then he came over, patted my wife's buttocks, and gestured for them to spread their legs. Then, A-Qiang threaded the rope between their legs. I stood behind A-Yan, and A-Qiang stood behind my wife, each holding one end of the rope tightly against the two women's private parts, pulling back and forth.

As the knot rubbed against their genitals, both naked women trembled violently. I saw my wife's pretty face turn bright red, her mouth slightly open, clearly trying her best to restrain herself. If it were just me or A-Qiang here, she might have already moaned. Although I couldn't see A-Yan's expression, judging from the way her hands, bound behind her back, kept clenching and unclenching, she was in a similar state to my wife.

Finally, my wife couldn't hold back any longer and let out an "Oh." It seemed like she was letting out a long sigh of relief. Once she started, she no longer cared about modesty or shame, and her moans of pleasure were incessant.

Seeing his wife's reaction, Ayan immediately relaxed and joined in the "duet." Instantly, the two women's moans rose and fell, creating the most beautiful music in the world. Their upper bodies continued to twist and turn, causing their naked bodies to rub against each other, their four full breasts massaging each other.

I gestured to Aqiang to stop this "tug-of-war," and the rope glistened with the women's fluids. I stroked Ayan's buttocks and laughed, "Look at you two, the water's flowing like a river; this rope could really be used for tug-of-war." Ayan was so teased that she couldn't lift her head. Suddenly, my wife let out a long "Ah!" It turned out that Aqiang, standing behind her, had inserted a knot in the rope into her vagina and quickly pulled it out.

We separated the two women, making them kneel side by side on the ground, facing the two fully clothed men.

Looking at their beautiful, tender bodies, Aqiang and I were both aroused. A-Qiang pulled two extra-large syringe-like objects from his toolbox. Needless to say, everyone present knew what they were for. My wife's face turned even redder, biting her lip and remaining silent. A-Yan's face paled, and she cried out to A-Qiang,

"No, no enema!" But A-Qiang chuckled and said, "Sorry, he's your master now," pointing at me, "Beg me, it's no use." He handed me a syringe-like enema kit.

I added, "Of course, begging me is even more useless." A-Yan resignedly lowered her head and said softly, "Can you give me a smaller one? I have to go to work tomorrow." I stroked her shoulder and said, "That depends on your performance." At that moment, A-Qiang came in carrying a basin of soapy water and said, "Ladies, the show is about to begin." I suddenly had another idea and said, "How about we try a different liquid today?" I went to the living room, opened the refrigerator, took out a beer, and waved it at A-Qiang. A-Qiang immediately understood and exclaimed in approval. This time, even my wife cried out, "No, no!" Of course, the wives' protests only fueled our desire to go further. Besides, we knew that they both actually enjoyed new thrills, so their protests were mostly fake. We led them to the pommel horse, spread their legs, and tied one to each side. Their upper bodies were still bent down and tied to the "horse's back," making their buttocks stick out high, exactly the same position as when my wife was tied up and whipped. Then, we gagged them with two gags. Although we had never used beer to give my wives enemas before, we could imagine that if we didn't gag them, we would probably call everyone in the building.

After the preparations were complete, A-Qiang couldn't wait to empty the basin, open the beer bottle, and pour it all into the basin. I inserted the syringe into the basin, accurately drew 150ml of cold beer, and then gently parted A-Yan's buttocks, only to see her anus contracting tensely. Just then, I heard my wife make a soft "uh" sound. I turned around and saw that A-Qiang had already conquered her, injecting golden beer with white foam into her body. My wife struggled desperately, her naked body tightly bound. I also inserted the syringe nozzle into A-Yan's anus and slowly began to inject.

Before the beer was even poured in, A-Yan's body had already stiffened, her bound hands forming "claws." As the beer was poured in, A-Yan's head began to shake violently, her struggles becoming increasingly intense, but all in vain. Meanwhile, my wife's violent struggles were pushing the heavy pommel horse, forcing A-Qiang to push the syringe with one hand and hold down my wife's bare back with the other to prevent her from moving too much.

My wife had received enemas before, but never such a violent reaction. I thought it was partly due to the cold temperature of the beer, and partly because it was alcohol, which was somewhat irritating to the skin.

As I injected, I felt the resistance increasing, almost doubling, completely different from the "feel" of ordinary liquids. After injecting all the fluid, I pulled out the syringe and quickly inserted the anal plug into Ayan's anus with my left hand. On the other side, my wife had also been injected and plugged. Both women were moaning, seemingly begging us to let them go to the toilet immediately. Of course, we weren't going to let them go so quickly.

We untied the two women from the saddle one by one, then found a bamboo pole about 2.5 meters long (used for drying clothes) and tied them to opposite ends of the pole (facing opposite directions). Then we tied the middle of the pole to a rope hanging from the ceiling. I announced the next rule to them: "You two try to hold it in. Whoever can't hold it in and begs for mercy to go to the toilet first loses. Tonight, the losing couple will treat us to seafood at xxx restaurant. And the losing wife will have to be 'trained' by the three of us for a day." (I'm not listing the restaurant's name because it's very famous locally, and anyone familiar with the area will immediately recognize my city.) This rule was something Aqiang and I had just discussed.

A-Qiang removed the gags from the two women's mouths. They both tried to speak, but simultaneously lowered their heads, probably remembering the cruel rules. At this moment, A-Yan had her back to me, and I could only see my wife's expression. She was frowning, her mouth slightly open, bent over, her legs tightly pressed together, rubbing against each other. A-Yan, on the other hand, was constantly twisting her slender waist and buttocks; clearly, both women were desperately trying to resist the indescribable pleasure and pain.

We naturally wouldn't let them wait "boringly." A-Qiang and I each picked up a whip and lashed them on their backs and buttocks, laughing, "Let's make you 'push the millstone'!" The pain caused the two women to run forward naturally. Since they were tied to opposite ends of a bamboo pole, running like this was actually going in circles, like pushing a millstone. When A-Yan turned in front of me, I gave her another lash, and my wife received the same "treatment" from A-Qiang. The two women's breathing became increasingly heavy and rapid.

Finally, Ayan couldn't bear it any longer and cried out, "Let me go, please..." I stopped whipping her, lifted her chin, and said, "Have you thought this through? This counts as surrendering." Ayan cried, "Yes, yes, please hurry..." I untied her, and Ayan quickly ran into the toilet. A deafening sound followed... My wife was truly determined; even after Ayan "surrendered," she remained standing, naked and bound, continuing to be tortured by Aqiang for another five or six minutes, until our agreed-upon six o'clock. By then, Ayan, freed from her "burden," lay limp on the bed, panting heavily, unable to move.

When the time came, I untied my wife and let her "relax" in the toilet. Of course, another deafening sound followed... Afterward, I tied her up again, said goodbye to Aqiang and his wife, and took her back to my home (this way, it was a proper ending, and my wife liked it). This adventure was over. That evening, the four of us actually went out for seafood together. Both ladies had put on elaborate makeup, but it couldn't hide the exhaustion and shyness that followed the frenzy, excitement, and brutality. However, Ayan still needed one more round of "training." I awaited the day she would fulfill her promise.

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