How a Wife Becomes a Prostitute

How My Wife Became a Prostitute (
A Laugh)
It was a gloomy summer day. I got off work early and was watching TV at home. The food I had prepared was on the table, waiting for my wife to come home so we could eat together. But she didn't come back, and I started to get anxious. She had never been this late before. I looked at my watch; it was already 8 o'clock. Our neighborhood is newly built, and there aren't many residents yet. Because it's so remote, the security situation isn't very good. I wondered if something had happened. I quickly put on my clothes and went downstairs to meet my wife. Walking on the road... I was hoping nothing bad had happened. Just then, I heard a woman crying and a man shouting coming from the still-unfinished building number 18 in front of me. Who was that? Curious, I walked towards the building. The closer I got, the louder the crying became. It sounded really eerie in the middle of the night. I went to the window and looked inside. There was no light. I could vaguely see about five people inside. One of them, a woman, was kneeling naked, her back and buttocks facing me. A man was having sex with her. The man was saying something, but the woman wouldn't say. There was a man on the street. I thought, "Oh no, I've run into a rapist! What am I going to do?" I'm naturally timid, so I thought it was better to avoid trouble. I quickly made my escape. As I walked, I kept thinking, "Whose woman is this next victim?" When I got home, I covered myself with the blanket, just praying that my wife would come back quickly and that nothing bad would happen to her. Around 1 a.m., the door opened. I got out of bed and went to the door. The scene before me shocked me. My wife was covered in dust, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were torn into strips, and she was only wearing her underwear, which was stuck to her buttocks like a twisted rope. In the ditch, my head throbbed, and I almost fell. My wife limped up to help me. I saw that her eyes were red and almost black, and her face was covered with streaks from crying. We went inside and sat quietly without saying a word. I don't know how long it was before I asked her what happened. She wouldn't say, but just walked towards the bathroom. When she got there, she took off her clothes. Only then did I see clearly that her body was covered in wounds. Her lips were torn, and her breasts were covered with teeth and claw marks. Her thighs were the same. Her pubic hair was gone. I went over and touched her wound. I already sensed what had happened. She picked up the showerhead and vigorously washed her lower body. I quickly helped her sit on the toilet and gently spread her legs. Her labia were swollen, and semen was still leaking from her vagina. I kept comforting and reassuring her. Only then did she tell me what had happened that evening… She said it was my birthday today. After get off work, she went to the store and bought a lot of things to celebrate. It was already dark when she got back. Because my home is far from the store, she took the bus home. On the bus… She encountered these four men. At first, she didn't pay attention, but later my wife noticed that these men were pointing and whispering, and one of them even touched my thigh. I kept avoiding them. After getting off the bus at my stop, I noticed they followed me off, so I quickened my pace. But just as I reached the newly built building not far from our house, they caught up with me. One of them held a knife to my neck. Before I could react, several men picked me up and ran towards the unfinished building. I was terrified. I only started struggling when they started groping me. At that moment, an older man... A man, probably their leader, walked up to me. The room was dark; in the moonlight, I could only make out that he had a full beard. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and started hitting and kicking me until I was begging for mercy on the ground. He yelled at me, "You know what to do, right? I know what they're going to do. I'm terrified of him. My resistance is pointless; it will only cause me more harm and pain." Slowly, I took off my clothes. Then, the bearded man pointed to his groin. I understood his intention and unzipped his pants. I pulled out his penis with my right hand. Just as I was about to put it down, he said, "That's unhygienic. Lick it clean, or else..." The other men laughed, their eyes fixed on my genitals. I had no choice but to put it in my mouth and suck it. His penis was huge, completely filling my mouth. Each time, it reached my throat. His genitals smelled foul, like they hadn't been washed in months. I held back my tears. I continued like this until he became aroused. He ordered me to lie down and then started fucking me. He didn't have any technique; he just fucked me hard, one thrust after another. His penis was very thick, filling my vagina completely. When he penetrated, his large glans would press against my cervix; when he withdrew, his large penis would pull out my labia minora, causing them to open and close with each thrust. I felt nothing at the time, only hoping he would finish quickly. Not long after, I felt he was about to ejaculate. I thought, "Finally, it's over." But just as he was about to ejaculate, he pulled out his penis, ordered me to open my mouth and swallow the semen, saying it would stimulate my appetite. I had no choice but to comply. When this bearded man walked away, the others swarmed around me, completely disregarding my feelings, pinching, picking, pulling, and biting. Later, they started making fistfights to decide who would win. Then, I was tortured by him, Fanfan and Fufu. One of them, who was only about 1.6 meters tall, was the last one to come up. He initially wanted to have sex with me, but when he saw that my lower body was covered in semen, he yelled at me to wash myself clean. I looked at him pleadingly and said, "Where's the water?" Suddenly, he pulled out a glass beer bottle from behind him and told me to hold my thighs with both hands and elevate my buttocks. I had no choice but to do as he said, lying on the ground with my vagina facing the ceiling. Then he inserted the freshly made beer bottle into my vagina. At first, I only felt a cool sensation, but later I couldn't take it anymore. He only let me go when he was satisfied. He squatted down and poured the beer back into the bottle. Then he picked up the bottle and poured it over me, saying it was to disinfect me. The other men were watching. He first made me stick my buttocks out, then tried to penetrate my anus. But because my anus was too tight, he failed several times. Finally, he managed to penetrate my vagina. While he was having sex with me, he said, "How about that? I'm better than your husband." At first, I ignored him, but later, when he saw that I was ignoring him, he pinched my breasts hard. I had no choice but to praise him and let him hear the sounds of a woman in arousal. Only then was he satisfied, until they were exhausted themselves. At that time... I was already immobilized, but these people weren't done yet. The bearded man somehow produced a camera and, smiling, said, "Let's have a souvenir." He then started taking nude photos of me. I grabbed my clothes to cover myself, but they tore them up. Every part of my body was photographed. And that wasn't all; they said I had too much pubic hair, which would affect the photos, and they wanted to shave it. But they couldn't find a razor, so several of them held me down, spread my legs, and used a lighter to shave all my pubic hair off. They also took my money, ID card, and work permit.
They took it all. They even said they'd contact me later, otherwise... Hearing this, I realized what I'd just witnessed was my wife being raped. I'm so useless, I hate myself, but what could I do? I quietly washed my wife's body. Before I knew it, the sun had risen in the east. After much deliberation, I decided not to report it. This would be better for both of us. At least we wouldn't be gossiped about. Let it remain a dream! But my biggest worry was my wife's nude photos. Would they distribute them or blackmail us? This constant anxiety didn't last long. One day, my wife and I were watching TV when the phone rang. My wife answered it. From her expression when she finished, I knew they had come to our door. I went to my wife's side and gently stroked her hair. At that moment, my wife suddenly threw herself into my arms. She said those bad guys wanted me to retrieve the photos. They also... They told me to wash myself clean, put on sexy lingerie, and go find them. After hearing this, I already knew what they wanted to do to my wife. I smiled bitterly and comforted her, saying, "Try to think positively. As long as tomorrow is over, a new life will begin. Once I get the photos, I won't be afraid of him anymore, and he won't threaten me." With my persuasion and comfort, my wife seemed a little calmer. She continued, "They want me to go to the XXXX Hotel tomorrow night." I thought, "That's the biggest hotel in our city. These thugs are quite rich, aren't they?" That night, we didn't say anything more, lying quietly in bed. I knew neither of us slept; we just lay there, lost in thought. When the first rays of sunlight shone into our room in the morning, I woke my wife. Her first words were, "Let's move to another city. That way, he won't be able to find us. Or we can sue them." "Don't I want to?" I said. "Our home is here. Our parents are here. Won't you come back? Sue them..." They're all thugs and desperados!!! Hearing this, my wife started crying again. Around noon, she wiped away her tears and walked with some difficulty towards the bathroom. Looking at her, I felt an indescribable sadness. Soon, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. I went in and helped her wash her entire body. Looking at her firm breasts, thick pubic hair, and long legs, I cried. This is the tragedy of an impotent man. While washing her, my wife suddenly said, "I want...I want...you to...insert...my asshole." "Why?" I asked in surprise. "Because I guess this time they'll definitely...so I want you to have your first time, like on our wedding night." I didn't say anything. My wife knelt down, pulled down my pants, and took my penis into her mouth. In all the years of our marriage, this was the first time she'd been so energetic. I was not only burning with lust, but I also vented all the resentment she felt from being fucked. My wife just silently endured it. She knew what I was thinking. I was resentful. But when I tried to penetrate her anus, I encountered a problem. It was too tight to go in. My wife went to the kitchen and got some salad oil. She put it on my penis. For some reason, my penis was unusually thick and long today. I was puzzled myself. Then my wife raised her buttocks, supported herself with one hand on the ground, and used the other hand to guide my penis into her anus. With a "sizzle," it went in. Wow, this was a whole new world! It felt amazing. My penis kept thrusting in and out of her anus. I can't describe the pleasure I felt because it was so comfortable. My whole body felt like it was floating, making me feel like I was dying of pleasure. "Please hurry up, okay?" my wife said. "I need an orgasm, faster, faster, give me the most intense feeling." Knowing this, I used all my strength. Her anus tightly enveloped my penis. With a "sizzle, sizzle," my penis moved quickly in and out of her anus. She seemed to have reached the so-called "Ooh" realm. Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah! Ah!! ... I knew she was about to climax. I could tell from her spasms that her climax had arrived. And with each rapid thrust, my penis also reached its climax, a stream of cloudy, foul-smelling semen shooting directly into her anus, quickly filling it. I pulled my penis out of her anus. She turned her head and took my still-erect penis into her mouth, sucking it again. As the storm subsided, we both regained our senses. The things we didn't want to think about returned to our minds. While kneading my wife's breasts, I asked her, "Can you serve those thugs the way you serve me?" "Yes," she said firmly. "I can do as they say. Because this is to get back my nakedness..." The only option...do I have any other choice???? Even if they made me dance naked, I would do it. Time flies. Before I knew it, it was almost their appointed time. My wife went to the dressing table, applied lipstick and powder, then changed into a sexy black lingerie set and stockings. After everything was ready, my wife asked me if I had anything else to say, or I would have to leave. Looking at my wife, I suddenly remembered something and said to her, "Wait a minute." I quickly took out the Sony camcorder I bought last year from the closet. It's an advanced camcorder with voice control. I've only used it once. I picked up my wife's purse and used scissors inside. A small opening was made. This way, the hidden camera can be exposed. "What's this for?" my wife asked, puzzled. "This way, we'll have evidence later... And... Oh, I see... Okay, I'll take it now. Wait for me at home." She said, pushing open the door and slowly disappearing into the night. Watching her figure, I just wanted to beg them to be gentle with her and for the nightmare to end soon. That night, I was constantly in a state between sleep and wakefulness. One moment I dreamed that my wife was being sexually abused, the next I dreamed that they were forcing her to become a prostitute. I drifted in and out of consciousness until dawn. Around 9 o'clock, my door opened, and my wife left with her handbag. She came in. I could tell she hadn't slept all night. I rushed over and asked her how she was doing. "I've got all the photos back," I said, relieved. "But they won't give me the negatives," my wife said. "What?!" I was stunned. How could they be so dishonest? They said they'd give us the negatives, but we'd have to pay 100,000 yuan to redeem them. Good heavens, I don't have that much money! My wife then threw herself onto the bed and started crying, muttering incoherently, "Or...or else...they'll make me work as a prostitute to pay for it." I was dumbfounded. I sat down on the sofa, speechless. "No, we have to sue them," I said. Hearing this, my wife got off the bed and knelt down. She came down, grabbed my leg, and shouted, "We can't afford to mess with them! They...they all have guns!!!" Hearing this, I deflated again. This was clearly the mafia. My wife, oh my wife, why are you so beautiful? A model's figure, a face like Chen Hong. I used to be proud of that. Now I look like the old folks say, "beauty is a curse." God, why are you playing this joke on me? Wife, if we can't fight them, can't we at least run away? Let's run! No, they said if we run, they'll kill our whole family!!!! I can't implicate them!!! What could I say after hearing this? Fate...it's all fate. I slowly calmed myself down, and suddenly remembered... I took the camera out of my bag, turned on the LCD screen, and wanted to watch. My wife came up to me, embarrassed, and said, "You can't blame me, right? Maybe you shouldn't watch it." She tried to grab the camera. I said, "No, since things have come to this, what else is there to say..." The scene begins with my wife leaving home and arriving at the bus stop. A burly man wearing sunglasses walks towards her. After greeting her, he leads her to a BMW. They sit in the back, and there's another man in the front, the driver. After driving for a while, I see the man reach out and knead my wife's breasts through her clothes, while his other hand reaches... My wife's lower body... After a while, he pulled out his penis. With his other hand, he grabbed my wife's head and pressed it down. I saw my wife's mouth was already touching it. I only saw my wife's eyes tightly closed, taking his penis into her mouth. He moved it up and down like that. After a while, I saw the man's hand pressing my wife's head faster and faster. His body trembled and he stopped. After a while, he grabbed my wife's head. Only then did I see that my wife's mouth was full of semen. She tried to spit it out. The man said something to her, and then my wife tilted her head back, swallowing all the semen. The man then laughed loudly and occasionally touched my wife's face. It was clear that he... The service was satisfactory. The car continued on its way, but for some reason, it didn't go to the hotel. Instead, it headed towards the suburbs and stopped at a villa. The man led my wife out of the car. My wife seemed quite surprised. When we went inside, wow, it was really grand. There were two people sitting inside. One looked to be around 30 years old, with a full beard. I immediately remembered what my wife had told me about the man who led her to rape her. The other man looked to be around 60 or 70 years old, with a full head of white hair. He seemed to be in relatively good health. The bearded man introduced my wife to the older man, who seemed quite satisfied with her.A moment later, the old man said something to the bearded man and got up to leave. The bearded man then led my wife to the basement. In the basement, the bearded man told my wife to take off her clothes. My wife put her bag on the table by the basement door. From this angle, everything in the room was visible. When I saw the things on the walls and floor, I was shocked. The room was full of sadomasochistic toys. As my wife undressed, the bearded man put a dog leash around her neck and ordered her to lie down. My wife's body trembled; she was clearly scared, perhaps a little cold. Just then, the old man appeared. He was naked and thin, but he had a huge penis that was completely disproportionate to his appearance. He took the bag from my wife... He grabbed a leather whip from the wall and pulled my wife along like a dog, forcing her to crawl forward. My wife hesitated slightly, and the whip struck her delicate back, raising a welt. She crawled forward quickly, while the bearded man stood to the side, whipping her as she crawled. After a while, he led her to a maternity bed, tied her legs in a spread-eagle position, and then forced her to masturbate. My wife had no choice but to obey. The two men brought out stools, poured wine, and sat opposite her, watching her masturbate. After a while, my wife's face flushed red; she was clearly aroused because her vagina began to secrete fluid. Occasionally, the old man would insert the end of the whip into her vagina, further arousing her. I heard my wife moaning. Just then, the old man stood up and asked my wife if she wanted it. "Yes...yes...I want it...please come quickly..." I could tell my wife was already delirious. Then the old man clapped his hands, and a man walked in from outside, followed by a German Shepherd. The dog went straight for my wife. When my wife saw the dog, all her excitement vanished. I heard my wife say, "No...please...no...I'll serve you well. Please take the dog away." How could that be? The old man said, "Today you'll perform for me with it, otherwise..." Just then, the dog started licking the fluid secreted from my wife's vagina. Then they lowered the bed. Only then did I realize that the maternity bed could be raised and lowered. Leading the dog... The man used his hand to insert the dog's penis into my wife's vagina. Strangely enough, the dog started moving on its own and ejaculated in no time. Seeing my wife's labia covered in semen, they laughed loudly. The bearded man even grabbed a handful and put it to my wife's mouth, forcing her to eat it. My wife shook her head and refused. The man holding the dog then held my wife's head down and forced her to eat it. While they were laughing and talking, the old man urinated into my wife's mouth and ordered her to drink it all and not spit it out. At this moment, the bearded man also urinated into my wife's vagina and ordered her to spread her labia to expose her vagina so he could urinate inside. Seeing this, I was furious. They treated my wife so inhumanely. At this moment, my wife lowered her head and said to me, "This is just the beginning; the cruelty is yet to come." After listening to her words, I continued reading. Two men took my wife off the bed, like leading a dog, and led her to the sink. They picked up a hose and sprayed water on her genitals, saying, "We'll clean you up." My wife couldn't stand the water pressure and kept trying to avoid it, but the water kept pouring onto her delicate body. Water streamed down her entire body. That wasn't enough; they ordered her to lie on her back with her legs spread wide, exposing her labia. Then they used the hose to pour water inside her. My wife didn't want to spread her legs any further, but the two older men each forced one of her legs apart. The older man then inserted the hose into her vagina. Soon, my wife's stomach swelled up. She desperately begged them to stop, but all she got in return was more violent actions. Looking at me... My wife's voice grew softer and softer. Only then did they stop, ceasing to pour water. My wife lay on the ground, face up, like a starfish. Water slowly flowed from her vagina. At this moment, my wife seemed to have fainted, lying quietly. The old man came to my wife's side, squatted down, and stroked my wife's swollen belly and genitals. Then, he used both palms to press hard on my wife's belly. With each press, water would spurt from my wife's vagina. The harder he pressed, the farther the water spurted, like playing with a water gun. It amused the old man with the big beard. As her belly shrank, my wife slowly woke up. When the old man saw that my wife was awake, he waved his hand and called the two men over. They picked up my wife and helped her onto a specially made wooden horse. This wooden horse was quite realistic, with a saddle... There was a loophole. The horse's limbs were replaced with wheels. They inserted a cucumber—the kind with thorns on top, of course—into the hole. Then they lifted my wife up, positioned her vagina, and pressed her down. "Ouch!" a scream rang out as the cucumber was deeply inserted into her vagina. Then they secured my wife's body with ropes. The old man pulled the horse's reins and walked ahead. With each rotation of the wheel, I saw my wife being deeply penetrated by the cucumber. She screamed again. After a few steps, the cucumber was stained with blood. After rotating several times, the old man stopped. The two men unharnessed my wife and placed her on the birthing bed where she had been lying. They spread my wife's legs apart; her vagina and labia were covered in blood. At this moment, the old man produced a box of ice from somewhere. I watched as he used his left hand to separate my wife's legs... He grabbed some ice cubes with his right hand and tried to insert them into my wife's vagina. My wife was stunned by his actions and desperately twisted her legs to try and stop him from putting them in. But how could a weak woman escape? Hearing my wife's pitiful cries, the ice cubes continued to be inserted until the old man put in the last one. Then they closed my wife's legs and wrapped her hands and legs with yellow tape before releasing her. My wife's vagina was in pain and cold, and she bounced on the ground. How she wanted to get the ice cubes out of her vagina! But she was powerless until she collapsed to the ground, unable to get up. The old man checked his watch and whispered something to the bearded man. Then, lewd laughter filled the room. I guessed they were talking about my wife's endurance.The bearded man then urinated into my wife's vagina. He ordered her to spread her labia to expose her vagina so he could urinate inside. I was furious. They were treating my wife so inhumanly. My wife lowered her head and said to me, "This is just the beginning; the cruelty is yet to come." I continued watching. The two men took my wife off the bed, like leading a dog, and led her to the sink. They picked up a hose and sprayed water into my wife's lower body, saying, "We'll clean you up." My wife couldn't stand the water pressure and kept trying to avoid it, but the water kept pouring onto her delicate body. Water streamed down my wife's body. That wasn't enough. They ordered my wife to lie on her back with her legs spread wide, exposing her labia. Then they used the hose to pour water inside her. My wife didn't want to spread her legs anymore, but the two older men... The car owner spread my wife's legs apart. The older man then inserted the water hose into my wife's vagina. Soon, my wife's belly swelled up. She desperately begged them to stop, but they only responded with more violent actions. Seeing my wife's cries growing fainter and fainter, they finally stopped and stopped pouring water in. My wife lay on the ground, face up, in a starfish position. Water slowly flowed from her vagina. At this point, my wife seemed to have fainted, lying quietly. The old man came to my wife's side, squatted down, and stroked my wife's swollen belly and genitals. Then, he used both palms to press hard on my wife's belly. With each press, water would spurt out of my wife's vagina. The harder he pressed, the farther the water sprayed, like playing with a water gun. It amused the bearded man, who chuckled. As her belly shrank, my wife slowly woke up. The old man saw... When my wife woke up, I waved my hand and called over two men who helped her onto a specially made wooden horse. The horse was quite realistic; there was a hole in the saddle, and the limbs were replaced with wheels. They inserted a cucumber—the kind with thorns on top, of course—into the hole. Then they lifted my wife up, positioned her vagina, and pressed her onto the horse. "Ouch!" she screamed as the cucumber was deeply inserted into her vagina. They then secured my wife's body with ropes. The old man pulled the reins and walked ahead. With each rotation of the wheels, I saw the cucumber being deeply penetrated into my wife's vagina, followed by another scream. After a few steps, the cucumber was stained with blood. After several rotations, the old man stopped. The two men removed my wife from the horse and placed her on the birthing bed where she had been lying. They spread my wife's legs; her vagina and labia were covered in blood. At this moment… The old man produced a box of ice from somewhere. I watched as he used his left hand to separate my wife's labia. With his right hand, he grabbed some ice and began inserting it into her vagina. My wife was stunned by his actions, desperately twisting her legs to try and stop him from putting it in. But how could a weak woman escape? Amidst my wife's pitiful cries, ice was continuously inserted until the old man had put in the last piece. Then they closed my wife's legs and bound her hands and legs with yellow tape before releasing her. My wife's vagina was wracked with pain and cold; she bounced on the ground, desperately wanting to remove the ice. But she was powerless until she collapsed to the ground, unable to get up. The old man glanced at his watch and whispered something to the bearded man. Then, lewd laughter filled the room. I guessed they were discussing my wife's endurance.The bearded man then urinated into my wife's vagina. He ordered her to spread her labia to expose her vagina so he could urinate inside. I was furious. They were treating my wife so inhumanly. My wife lowered her head and said to me, "This is just the beginning; the cruelty is yet to come." I continued watching. The two men took my wife off the bed, like leading a dog, and led her to the sink. They picked up a hose and sprayed water into my wife's lower body, saying, "We'll clean you up." My wife couldn't stand the water pressure and kept trying to avoid it, but the water kept pouring onto her delicate body. Water streamed down my wife's body. That wasn't enough. They ordered my wife to lie on her back with her legs spread wide, exposing her labia. Then they used the hose to pour water inside her. My wife didn't want to spread her legs anymore, but the two older men... The car owner spread my wife's legs apart. The older man then inserted the water hose into my wife's vagina. Soon, my wife's belly swelled up. She desperately begged them to stop, but they only responded with more violent actions. Seeing my wife's cries growing fainter and fainter, they finally stopped and stopped pouring water in. My wife lay on the ground, face up, in a starfish position. Water slowly flowed from her vagina. At this point, my wife seemed to have fainted, lying quietly. The old man came to my wife's side, squatted down, and stroked my wife's swollen belly and genitals. Then, he used both palms to press hard on my wife's belly. With each press, water would spurt out of my wife's vagina. The harder he pressed, the farther the water sprayed, like playing with a water gun. It amused the bearded man, who chuckled. As her belly shrank, my wife slowly woke up. The old man saw... When my wife woke up, I waved my hand and called over two men who helped her onto a specially made wooden horse. The horse was quite realistic; there was a hole in the saddle, and the limbs were replaced with wheels. They inserted a cucumber—the kind with thorns on top, of course—into the hole. Then they lifted my wife up, positioned her vagina, and pressed her onto the horse. "Ouch!" she screamed as the cucumber was deeply inserted into her vagina. They then secured my wife's body with ropes. The old man pulled the reins and walked ahead. With each rotation of the wheels, I saw the cucumber being deeply penetrated into my wife's vagina, followed by another scream. After a few steps, the cucumber was stained with blood. After several rotations, the old man stopped. The two men removed my wife from the horse and placed her on the birthing bed where she had been lying. They spread my wife's legs; her vagina and labia were covered in blood. At this moment… The old man produced a box of ice from somewhere. I watched as he used his left hand to separate my wife's labia. With his right hand, he grabbed some ice and began inserting it into her vagina. My wife was stunned by his actions, desperately twisting her legs to try and stop him from putting it in. But how could a weak woman escape? Amidst my wife's pitiful cries, ice was continuously inserted until the old man had put in the last piece. Then they closed my wife's legs and bound her hands and legs with yellow tape before releasing her. My wife's vagina was wracked with pain and cold; she bounced on the ground, desperately wanting to remove the ice. But she was powerless until she collapsed to the ground, unable to get up. The old man glanced at his watch and whispered something to the bearded man. Then, lewd laughter filled the room. I guessed they were discussing my wife's endurance.
Then the bearded man approached my wife. She was too weak to move; her body was trembling uncontrollably. He said to her, "Our boss is satisfied. That's enough for the first half. Take a rest. Are you cold?" My wife nodded slightly. He took out a knife and cut the tape binding her. When she involuntarily spread her legs, ice water mixed with blood flowed from her vagina. Then the bearded man inserted the cigarette he was smoking into her vagina. A plume of smoke rose inside her. My wife lay quietly on the ground, tears streaming down her face. The bearded man then said to his younger henchman, "Help him warm up his body and genitals." "What am I supposed to do?" he asked his left henchman. "Do I need to tell you?! Wouldn't any man understand?" Then the man stripped naked and came... My wife approached. He pulled out his cigarette butt and threw it aside. He knelt on the ground, his penis already pressed against my wife's vaginal opening, her long legs draped over his shoulders. Then I heard my wife say to him, "Brother, could you be gentler?" The man didn't answer, just kept rubbing his penis against my wife's labia. Then he thrust forward. My wife cried out. I knew he had penetrated her. The man rapidly moved his hips back and forth, thrusting deep into my wife's cervix again and again, eliciting screams of agony from my wife. I rubbed my eyes, not wanting to watch anymore. Hearing my wife's screams, my heart ached. I instinctively turned to look at my wife, only to find she was asleep. I stroked her bruised thighs. Suddenly, I remembered something. I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. The scene that met my eyes stunned me. My wife's labia majora were covered in light purple patches, as if she had been electrocuted. New growths appeared on her labia minora. The blood that came out was obviously from a cut. How did this happen? At that moment, the camera emitted the sound only heard when a man ejaculates. I quickly raised the camera to continue watching. The man had ejaculated and was lying on top of my wife. His hands were still kneading my wife's perky breasts. As he got up and pulled out his penis, thick semen slowly flowed from my wife's vagina. "Is the lady still cold?" the bearded man asked my wife. Then he said something to the old man and kept pointing to his watch. I also glanced at the time on the camera. It was 3 o'clock. The old man nodded. The bearded man then told his young henchman to take my wife to the bedroom on the second floor. My wife was naked and was dragged upstairs. My wife didn't forget to take her bag with her as she went upstairs. When they got to the second floor, the man pushed my wife onto a long bed and left. It took my wife a while to get up. She looked at her purse... The camera inside said, "Honey, I want to go home..." The sound of footsteps going upstairs interrupted my wife. She then put her bag on the windowsill by the flowerpot and quickly climbed into bed. As soon as the door opened, the old man walked in, grinning, and said to my wife, "Serve me well, and I'll let you go home. Otherwise..." He then picked up his large penis and rubbed it against my wife's face, occasionally tapping her lips with it. My wife clearly understood. She reached out and took the old man's penis, putting it in her mouth and sucking it vigorously. I knew my wife's intention; she wanted him to finish quickly so she could go home. But the old man wasn't in a hurry. He lay down on the bed and slowly enjoyed himself. After a while, he made my wife climb on top of him. He aimed his large penis at my wife's vagina, grabbed her buttocks with both hands, and pressed down hard. With a "squelch," his large penis was completely inside my wife's vagina. He completely enveloped her. My wife's expression wasn't good; she was clearly in pain. The pain in her vagina hadn't lessened much. But my wife was still gritting her teeth and moving up and down, sweat pouring down her body. The old man wasn't idle either; his hands would touch my wife's breasts one moment, then her anus the next. His mouth kept sucking on my wife's nipples, and he would occasionally try to kiss her lips. But my wife always avoided his kiss. Suddenly, the old man became unhappy and slapped my wife off the bed. I guessed it was because he hadn't let him kiss her. I saw the old man grab my wife's long hair and yell, "Who do you think you are?! You dare to mess with me!" Slaps rained down on my wife's face, causing blood to trickle from the corners of her mouth. He still wasn't satisfied, so he took out a stun gun from under the bed, pushed my wife back onto the bed, and raised the stun gun to touch her labia. Only then did I remember... The old man brought the stun gun to my wife, which had been used to treat her genitals. On the screen, all I could see was my wife repeatedly apologizing and letting out screams. The old man, tired of beating her and seeing her give in, tossed the stun gun aside, took a packet of pills from the bedside table, put one in his own mouth, and gave the other to my wife. Afraid of further beatings, she quickly swallowed it and lay obediently on the bed, spread-eagled, waiting for the old man to have sex with her. But the old man wasn't in a hurry; he sat on the sofa and began sucking intently, occasionally glancing at my wife's reaction. After a while, my wife's legs, which had been spread apart, suddenly closed tightly, and she began to writhe. Her breasts grew larger, and her nipples became erect. She frequently touched her genitals and moaned. That's when I realized he had given my wife an aphrodisiac. As the effects of the drug became more pronounced, my wife couldn't take it anymore and climbed off the bed. I knelt before the old man, begging him to fuck me. The old man reached into my wife's vagina and touched it; it was full of vaginal fluid. My wife was already in a state of ecstasy, willing to do anything as long as a man fucked her. The old man, seeing that she was ready, told my wife to kneel on the bed. This time, he didn't penetrate her vagina, but instead used his penis to penetrate her anus. Before the old man could even move, my wife started moving wildly on her own, moaning, "
Faster... harder... fuck me harder... ah... ah... ah... who are you?" the old man asked as he fucked her. "I... I am... I am a whore... I am a prostitute... I am your sex slave... I am..." I couldn't bear to hear the rest. Watching my wife degrade herself like this, I didn't know how I felt. It was all the aphrodisiac's fault. I turned off the camera. I could guess what happened next without watching. I was eight or nine tenths done. Looking at my wife, a strange thought crossed my mind. I wanted to rape her. I wondered if I was starting to become a pervert... I pulled down my pants and vented on her. My wife remained quietly asleep. Maybe I could borrow money, but how could I repay them? It seemed the only way was for my wife to become a prostitute. That way, she could avoid being killed. It was such a pity for my beautiful wife. A few days later, the phone rang again. After answering, my wife told me they said... tomorrow... they'd take me... to... hire clients. I was speechless. What could I say? The next morning, car horns woke me up. Watching her leave, I whispered to my wife, "Honey, don't forget to bring condoms for those damn men." My wife just took a deep breath, smiled bitterly, and nodded...
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