【Endless Humiliation】(2)

Author: Shui Jiang
Publication Date: September 30, 2016
Publication Address: First published on this site A sense of
loss and emptiness filled my mind. The thought of my quiet and gentle wife being
brutally violated by that strong man called "Pillar" filled me with intense anger, yet my unruly lower body was still aroused
by primal urges.
For two consecutive days, I spoke to my wife on the phone. Her tone seemed as usual, and I tried my best to remain
silent. I dared not point it out, nor could I reveal it. The gloom surrounding me almost suffocated me.
These past few days, I've been staying out late.
The tall lamp beside the sofa casts a warm, yellow light. Yunting, after her shower, loves to sit there, barefoot
, leaning back on the sofa reading. Her focused expression makes me reluctant to disturb her; occasionally, she'll smooth her
long, flowing hair. Our wedding rings gleam like diamonds on the back of her slender fingers.
As I approached the bedroom, I longed for her to suddenly stand before me, wrap her arms around my neck, and then, with a coquettish yet affectionate tone,
tell me she'd bought another dress that day, her apologetic gaze both infuriating and amusing.
But now, none of that happened. The house was empty. In the study's trash can lay 　　the tissues I'd used to masturbate
after watching the video of my wife being violated . 　　It felt suffocating, a tightness in my chest. I tried to send an email to this despicable man, but reason told me it 　　was futile. In my emptiness, I'd sometimes watch the video that shameless Zhu Zi had sent again. 　　Zhu Zi sent another email, the video still hanging nearby, a video I both longed for and couldn't bear to watch. 　　The email was simple: 　　"How have you been these past few days? Why haven't you replied? You wouldn't be stupid enough to call the police, would you? That's the worst possible choice, but 　　I wouldn't mind if you did. If you've thought about my suggestions, let me know, or you can come to Huai City to find 　　me." By the way, here's a clip of Yunting's behavior after our phone call the other afternoon. 　　Download and open it. It captures a man's anticipation and a husband's unease. 　　The scene begins with them in a car parked on the side of the road. Zhu Zi is driving, and my wife, Yunting, is 　　in the passenger seat next to him. Neither of them speaks, as if waiting for someone. 　　She's wearing a white tank top and a dress that perfectly accentuates a woman's curves, subtly revealing 　　her breasts. Combined with Yunting's slender figure and gentle, serene face, she exudes a strong sense of wifely charm. 　　Then the scene jumps, probably edited from a dashcam. Two 　　scruffy men in their forties pass by in the distance, clearly laborers. They're carrying plastic bags, as if they've just returned from shopping 　　. But upon seeing Zhu Zi's car, they suddenly start running, the two old men almost kicking off their 　　slippers. 　　Zhu Zi leans against the hood of the car and leisurely lights a cigarette. Two disheveled old men, still panting heavily, ran 　　to the pillar, immediately looking apologetic and bowing profusely. They glanced furtively at Yun Ting in the car 　　, a hint of smugness flashing across their faces, but they quickly regained their composure, earnestly apologizing to the pillar. 　　The pillar, cigarette in hand, pointed at their heads, scolding them like they were being berated. This made them 　　look aggrieved, bowing repeatedly in apology. It was almost a habit of theirs; one of the skinny, 　　monkey-like old men even raised his hand to swear an oath, yet couldn't help but steal glances at Yun Ting in the car. 　　The other, disproportionately short-legged man, was earnestly making promises, but 　　after being glared at by the pillar, he immediately wilted. Finally, the pillar waved his hand and said a few more words. The two men bowed repeatedly as if only then being relieved 　　. Finally, the pillar checked his watch and said something. They also checked the time and comically 　　saluted the pillar. They turned and walked away, but soon they were whispering happily to each other again. 　　Once in the car, Zhu Zi cursed them a few more times, probably because something hadn't been fixed properly for him. Then 　　, after calming himself down, he said to Yun Ting, 　　"The second room in their basement is occupied by those two idiots now. Go over there!" 　　"Them?" 　　Yun Ting seemed to know what was about to happen, but the two slovenly old men in front of her were unacceptable. 　　"Don't you want to?" 　　Zhu Zi smiled lewdly, his fingers teasingly tracing his wife's face. 　　"No, no!...I'll do whatever you want..." 　　Seeing this, I almost vomited blood. Was this guy trying to make my Yun Ting a prostitute, and by two 　　men like these? I was pathetically angry yet also excited, even expectant. Was it because my wife had already 　　been played with by Zhu Zi? Or...no...this shameless feeling needed to be eliminated. But I really 　　didn't have the resolve to turn off the video. 　　"You know, from now on there will be two scumbags like this, smelling your stockings every night and fantasizing about your body while 　　masturbating!" 　　"...Disgusting." 　　A hint of disgust flashed across my dignified and serene wife's face. 　　I'd seen that expression on her face before, because for the past six months, it seemed like someone had been staring at her 　　underwear as it dried in the sun. I'd jokingly said something similar back then, and naturally, my wife reacted the same way. 　　"For men like them, fantasizing about women and masturbating is a common occurrence!" 　　Stockings? Just stockings, a touch of disappointment. I was also a little jealous of my wife's submissiveness to such a man. 　　Even though I hated this guy, I was still helpless. 　　"I'm going..." 　　My wife, having no other choice, glanced uneasily at him. It was as if this man was her only support. 　　She obediently picked up a small bag and tucked it into her chest, then picked up the DV camera on the dashboard with her other hand. 　　Through the camera in Yun Ting's hand, I could see that the door to the second room in the basement was 　　half-open. I could see the filth and mess inside from the footage, and I could even smell the stench. 　　The spacious room contained two makeshift beds, presumably made of planks with various items underneath. 　　A row of simple hooks hung on the wall, and several old clothes were hanging from the electrical wires, ready to dry. 　　The most valuable item in the room was probably the coffee table salvaged between the two "beds. 　　" "Hello! I am…"

My wife pushed open the door and, being well-mannered, greeted them shyly and politely.
"Oh! Go ahead and say it!"
The two disheveled old men, still drinking beer, sat up almost simultaneously.
"Zhu Zi said...you bought my...used stockings from him,"
my wife said hesitantly.
"Yes, but we didn't expect you to bring them over yourself."
I could see that the two old men's eyes hadn't left my wife's body. Stockings—they actually
wanted stockings to cover my wife's beautiful legs and her private parts! This reminded me of how many pairs of stockings and underwear I'd had stolen and left hanging outside over the past six months . Six months? Ah, 　　that started shortly after
my wife joined that foreign trade company. 　　I know we've lived here for almost a year and a half! But my thoughts quickly returned to the video. 　　"But..." 　　my wife's voice was still hesitant. 　　"But what?" 　　"Say it, beautiful!" 　　Now these two short, scrawny old men were nothing like the subservient men they were in front of Zhu Zi. Moreover, chatting with 　　a beauty like my wife made them feel satisfied. 　　"Please, someone hold this camera for me! Pillar... I hope it can record... my... entire 　　process." 　　My wife's voice grew softer and softer towards the end. 　　"Damn, this kid is a pervert! Haha!" 　　Before the skinny old man could finish speaking, he was pushed by the short-legged guy behind him, instantly silencing his laughter 　　. 　　"Okay, no problem! But how do we use this?" 　　The short-legged guy readily took it. The camera swayed around the room for a while. 　　"As long as... the lens can see me..." 　　"Is that so?" 　　"Yes, please try not to shake it." 　　Finally, I saw my beautiful wife's shy expression again. A fitted white camisole dress outlined 　　her alluring curves, and a large section of her healthy thighs covered in black stockings was exposed below the hem. Below were black 　　velvet pointed-toe stilettos with narrow single-strap buckles with gold metallic accents. 　　"Is this okay?" 　　"Yes!" 　　"So, is it okay? Is it alright?" 　　The skinny old man said expectantly, 　　"Yes... If needed, you can..." 　　Facing these two filthy, slovenly, and lewd old men, my wife said awkwardly. 　　"What?" 　　"You can check my stockings... Are they smelly enough? They have... the smell of my love juice!" 　　"Yes, yes, yes. Hehe..." 　　The skinny old man's eyes almost lit up. He reached out to take the bag from Yun Ting's hand. 　　"If it's not enough, are you... Hahaha! Is that really all the lustful fluid flowing from your vagina?" 　　"Hey, hurry up! Let me see too!" 　　It was obvious that the short-legged man was also a little anxious. His tone was almost ready to quarrel, but the scene hardly moved 　　. 　　"It's not in the bag... it's the one I'm wearing!" 　　Seeing that my wife was too ashamed to look at them anymore, I felt my mouth go dry and couldn't help but 　　lick my lips, especially since she was actually facing these two filthy and lewd old men. 　　"This! You!" 　　This was clearly far beyond their expectations. 　　"Do you think I'm really that lewd..." 　　The wife's voice was like a moan. Shy, uneasy, her beautiful long hair slipped down one cheek. 　　"I need to check too. I...you take this piece of junk for a bit! Hey!" 　　"You, you take it again!" 　　the skinny old man replied impatiently. They ignored Yun Ting's unease. 　　The wife put the small bag on the ground, walked uneasily to the wall where there was a simple hook, leaned against the wall, 　　looked at the lens, spread her arms, and hooked her slender fingers on the hook, as if she were bound. 　　"Please, come and check!" 　　Yun Ting turned her beautiful face to one side as if resigned, revealing her snow-white neck. Especially her submissive appearance 　　aroused the male desire even more. 　　"I won't get it up. Beautiful lady, I, I, it's not clear like this, can you walk over?" 　　the short-legged man almost pleaded. 　　"Hmm!" 　　Yun Ting answered with her eyes closed. 　　As the video played, I could immediately feel the short, muscular man rapidly approaching my wife. 　　"Then I'll take a look!" 　　The skinny old man squatted down and actually lifted my wife's chin slowly. The video indeed 　　followed suit. 　　"Hmph... um!" 　　Feeling the old man's burning gaze, my wife couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. I even swallowed 　　hard. 　　Yun Ting was squirming uneasily, her thighs trembling as she tried to clench them, but couldn't. The woman's private parts 　　were only covered by black stockings, stockings that didn't even have a thick crotch design, just simple side 　　panels. My wife's sparse pubic hair was also neatly wrapped in the transparent stockings. There were still 　　traces of her thighs being wet with vaginal fluid. 　　"Aww..." 　　The skinny man showed an ugly look of amazement, his mouth slightly open, forgetting to close it. He brought his nose as close as possible to smell 　　the fragrance emanating from my wife's private parts. 　　"Let me try! Let me try a taste, soon, very soon." 　　The video suddenly zoomed out. 　　"Ah!...You...you...Uncle...Ah! You guys...don't do this!" 　　"This old bastard definitely doesn't have enough juice up there, hehe. He can't hold back!" " 　　Zhu Zi said he has to film me at my most lewd. So..." 　　His wife's shy voice rang out off-screen. 　　"It's your turn to lift it for a while!" 　　the short-legged man said defiantly. 　　At this moment, the camera randomly turned towards Yun Ting again, as if one could feel the camera being lifted up with great reluctance.

My wife remained in the same position, her pretty cheeks even rosier, the rise and fall
of her breasts slowly subsiding.
This damned pillar, did he really intend to let these two trashy men completely possess my body, Yun Ting 　　?
Anticipation, heartache. I even shamelessly and slowly stroked my penis, watching how things unfolded.
"But we both feel you're not getting enough juices, what should we do?"
the short, lecherous man asked with a sly smile, his hand already secretly stroking my wife's legs.
"...There are tools for playing with women in the bag!"
my wife hesitantly revealed the contents of the bag.
"This? It's..."
I didn't know if these two filthy old men truly didn't know, yet they still asked Yun Ting how to
use it on her.
"You...please use it on my body, on the places you most want to touch..."
"You can only get juices?...Then I'll begin!"
It was clearly a vibrator. A thin wire connected to a controller.
"Let me play with it too,"
the skinny old man said impatiently.
"Don't rush, is it just like this? Like this?"
The short-legged man's head was practically buried under Yun Ting's skirt.
"Yes, it has a switch."
As the old man clumsily turned it, a "buzzing" motor sounded.
"Um... um... Uncle,... too... like this..."
My wife's legs suddenly clamped together.
"Hehe, do you often get played with like this by Zhu Zi?"
"Hmph... um... um..."
Yun Ting's face turned from left to right, then uneasily turned back to the left, and laboriously tilted her chin up.
"If you could do this every day, you'd be ecstatic!"
the skinny old man mocked coldly.
"Let you try it, it's only for one minute."
The surface of the black vibrating egg that the short-legged man handed over was already wet.
"If you want, you can take off my... clothes."
"Okay!"
The skinny old man, who had both a camera and a vibrating egg in his hand, was beaten to it by the short-legged man and could only wait
there helplessly.
"Wait!"
the short-legged man said, and the camera panned to the ground, but I could still see my wife's white halter-neck dress quickly
falling to the ground, forming a circle around her stiletto heels.
As a large woven bag fell to the ground, and something was placed on it, the camera returned to my
wife's body, and of course, the two slovenly old men appeared in the frame at the same time.
"Beautiful lady, isn't it more exciting stepping on this?"
the skinny old man said, placing a salvaged coffee table next to my wife.
The scene before me made me a little excited. My wife was only wearing a black bra and thin black
stockings, the ultra-thin stockings covering her most private parts without any underwear, directly over her sexy mons pubis
. Her body seemed bound in front of the two slovenly old men. Following their lewd demands, her left leg
was spread open, stepping onto the coffee table they had salvaged, her slender heel dangling in the air.
"Here it comes!"
the skinny old man said, pressing a vibrating egg against my wife's body, sliding it between her labia.
"Oh, beautiful, let me kiss you!"
The short-legged man sat on the coffee table, his legs spread apart beside Yun Ting's feet. He held her calves with both hands,
rubbing his cheeks and chin against her stocking-clad thighs, occasionally kissing them.
"Hmph..."
My wife looked at them with disgust, turning her face away, but her lower abdomen twitched, and she couldn't help but let out a
muffled groan.
The old skinny man's other hand caressed my wife's buttocks and waist. The controller for the vibrator was connected by a wire, and she
was half-lying on the ground.
"Let me untie this for you too!"
"Hmm... whatever you like..."
Her black bra loosened.
"You must like showing your breasts too! Aren't you a slutty woman who likes to expose herself?"
"You must already look down on me!"
my wife whispered sadly.
I believe that at this moment, only I, her husband, felt sorry for her, silently telling my beloved wife,
come back soon!
"No way! I wouldn't mind marrying a prostitute, but those sluts, damn it, they're all
so arrogant!"
As the skinny old man spoke, he pulled down the straps of my wife's bra, letting them hang from her arms.
The black bra slipped down to her lower abdomen, completely exposing her pert breasts, her pink nipples
innocently erect.
"Ah! You've seen everything... um!"
"Actually, a woman like you should be very excited right now, all horny!"
"Hmph... no..."
she denied, but still allowed the skinny old man to knead her breasts. The short-legged man, not wanting to miss
an opportunity, also reached out and played with my wife's other breast. Those two snow-white, full breasts
were deformed in the hands of two strange old men.
"Hmm! Be gentle."
"Your pussy is already leaking juices..."
The short-legged man leaned against the coffee table, able to move freely, kissing his wife's waist, while his other hand erotically
slid forward from her buttocks.
"Tell me, why was he playing with my pussy so intensely just now!"
The skinny old man asked Yun Ting, a little frustrated.
"Hehehe, you don't understand, do you!"
"...Um...My clitoris is very sensitive...Ah...Uncle...Ah..."
Immediately, my wife stood on tiptoe, trying to lift her body. But the skinny old man persisted. The exhausted Yun Ting
could only sway her hips.
"Ah...Um...Um...Uncle!"
"This slut's getting horny!"
But this damned old man wouldn't give up. He took the vibrator and inserted it directly into my wife's pantyhose.
He got immense pleasure from watching my wife's distressed expression and writhing body.
The short-legged man stood up from the coffee table, grabbed Yun Ting's face, and pressed his mouth directly onto her tender lips. After a struggle, his thick tongue
finally pried open my wife's lips, completely ignoring Yun Ting's resistance, greedily sucking her tender
tongue and saliva. His fingers mercilessly kneaded her nipples.
"Mmm...mmm..."
My quiet wife was practically just a tool for them to vent their desires of many years.
"I, I, let me kiss you."
The skinny old man stood on the coffee table and forced the short-legged man aside. My wife didn't resist much at this moment and obediently
offered her fragrant lips.
The unscrupulous short-legged man squatted down between Yun Ting's legs and pulled her pantyhose down.
My wife, pressed against the wall, actually obediently lifted her buttocks slightly, helping him to smoothly remove the pantyhose down to her ankles.
The old man's mouth was already covering my wife's mons pubis, roughly kissing and sucking.
"Ah... um..."
My wife seemed to be electrocuted, twisting her hips violently, ignoring the old skinny man, letting out a wanton moan.
The old skinny man, stunned for a moment, seemed to remember something, pinching Yun Ting's nipples with his fingers and kneading her breasts forcefully.
"Hmph... um... Uncle... hmph... it hurts... hmph, I can't take it..."
Yun Ting kept twisting as she was being played with, her breathing becoming lewd and heavy.
The short-legged man simply sat under Yun Ting, holding her legs with both hands, tilting his head back and licking and sucking with all his might.
The high heels on the coffee table slipped weakly, but to accommodate her short legs, he stepped back on them, still
trembling.
To please the old skinny man's ravaging of her breasts, my wife, whose bones were already weak, offered him
her tender lips and fragrant tongue.
Even as the old skinny man sucked on my wife's smooth, tender tongue, his kneading of her soft breasts showed
no gentleness whatsoever; instead, he intensified his actions.
In this dilapidated basement room, my wife was passionately responding to the two scruffy old men's fondling.
My headphones were filled with her uncontrolled kisses, the licking and sucking of her genitals, and her intermittent moans.
"Ah…this woman…this woman is…so lewd…"
The short-legged man, his face covered in my wife's fluids, took a breath and continued, not wanting to waste a moment.
Lost in passion, my wife even actively rubbed the old skinny man's neck as he stood on the coffee table, one hand inside his pants
stroking his penis while kissing him.
"…Let me have a lewd orgasm!"
she pleaded, her eyes closed, twisting her hips.
"Then you'll have to repay me!"
The short, envious man shoved the vibrator directly into Yun Ting's body, stimulating it with his hand while
sucking on her mons pubis, especially her sensitive clitoris. He didn't mind even when the old skinny monkey ejaculated on his head.
Watching the video, he shamelessly sped up his masturbation.
The old skinny monkey, feeling a little lost after ejaculating, completely forgot his age, continuing to masturbate with one hand, trying to get his uncooperative
penis hard again, while also squeezing Yun Ting's body.
"Ugh..."
Finally, Yun Ting's body arched, then her waist swayed violently. The wire connecting the vibrator and the controller was swallowed
a few millimeters. More than ten seconds later, she sat paralyzed on the coffee table.
"Repay me, repay me."
"Anything as long as Zhu Zi doesn't mind..."
"I know!" The impatient short, shoved man turned my wife's body down, making her lie on her side, took out his penis, and 　　roughly shoved it into Yun Ting's mouth
while pressing her face against it. He immediately began thrusting his hips.
His large hand was still gripping her breasts, which had already been pinched red by the old skinny man
.
"You fucking know how to enjoy yourself..."
This time, the old skinny man was envious, but not wanting to suffer any loss, he first took off my wife's right high heel, then
her stockings, and finally lifted her entire smooth, snow-white thigh high. He buried his face in her legs and continued
to lick and suck. His hand, which was masturbating, seemed to have become even stronger.
"Hmph... ahh..."
My wife's private parts, stimulated to orgasm again by the old man, made her feel both pain and excitement, and gradually she was filled with sensuality
, even her moans were sweet. Her entire snow-white, slender right leg was spread apart and lifted high, and
the old skinny man, full of lust, did not give her a chance to bend it, her toes could only curl tightly. Black stockings hung on her
right foot. The sexy high heel was discarded crookedly not far away.
"You come... you can do it, Zhu Zi must have made you do this before."
The short, impatient woman stopped her thrusting waist with her legs bent.
Exhausted, Yun Ting laboriously lifted her head to the side, struggling to perform oral sex on him.
Soon, the wicked short-legged man, completely ignoring Yun Ting's protests, grabbed her head and ejaculated all over my wife's
mouth.
"Ah...um...I'm...again..."
Without the short-legged man's penis, Yun Ting's moans became unrestrained.
But the old skinny monkey actually stopped. This made Yun Ting a little disappointed.
"You...masturbate...lewd masturbate. I'll accompany you...like the kind in front of the pillar..."
"Come on...maybe I can ejaculate again...let us watch you get all horny."
The short-legged man didn't want to miss this opportunity. He placed two tattered blankets behind Yun Ting.
Yun Ting's naked, snow-white skin was already soaked with sweat, flushed red. Her tender nipples were fully erect,
and her full breasts were wet.
"Look, this is my slutty little hole."
My Yunting, with semen dripping from her short legs, looked shyly at the two filthy
old men in front of her, their pants down to their ankles, their hands still gripping their dirty penises.
Her hands moved from her thighs to her knees, then slowly opened.
"This slutty look..." The old skinny monkey couldn't help but start masturbating.
Faced with such a video, I...
"Please enjoy my slutty look! I'm starting."
Saying this, she bit her lip, one hand covering her mons pubis, then groping for her clitoris, beginning to press.
Her other hand moved up her waist and squeezed her breasts hard.
"Having a woman like this... Pillar feels so good."
"Hmph... He fucks me mercilessly every day... and he always goes in so deep... He says he wants to turn me into
a whore for everyone... Ahh..."
"So... can we fuck you now... fuck your pussy..."
The short-legged man asked expectantly, panting heavily.
"...Ahhh... when he's tired of me... my body will be shared by any man... even if I get pregnant
... I won't know whose child it is..."
"Like a bus, like a public toilet? Everyone?"
"...Yes... Ahhh... to become a free woman that any man can use to vent his frustration on
... Ahhh..."
Yun Ting pressed her clitoris faster, her naked body convulsing vividly.
Looking at his wife's dazed eyes, I was absolutely hard, my hand almost chasing
the speed of her fingers.
"You're willing to do all this...?"
"...But I...ah...my body is already so wanton...my little hole is yearning to be mercilessly
played with..."
The wife's hair, damp with sweat, clung to her snow-white neck. Her body, even more translucent after being moistened
, exuded a captivating and sexy aura.
I seemed to hear my wife swallow back the words she couldn't say. But right now, I was just
like two slovenly old men, recklessly masturbating. I was even more aroused by the sight of her writhing tender flesh.
"...ah...I want..."
Yun Ting immediately tilted her head back, her back arching sharply, stiffening in mid-air, her vulva protruding high, almost as if I
could feel the tender flesh inside her vagina contracting.
"Aww..."
The skinny old man hurriedly ran to her side, grasping his glans and smearing the semen that had flowed out onto her arm. The short-
legged man also smeared the semen that had flowed onto his hand between Yun Ting's legs.
The scene abruptly ends, followed by a note:
She's already a slut. Perhaps submitting to me is the only way out. Contact me!
(To be continued)

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