【Fallen】(11) Author: fl7898256

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Chapter Eleven

Pain, a burning pain, every muscle in my body screaming and convulsing. Just as I regained a little
consciousness , the surroundings were chaotic, there seemed to be women screaming, men arguing, my mind a complete mess.
What happened to me? Where am I? I focused my remaining attention on these questions.

Right, I was following Jing. I recalled what I had been doing. That day, I overheard Spencer and
Jing's conversation in the bathroom, and learned that they had some special plans for Saturday, May 18th. For
some reason, I lied to Jing before she even spoke.

"I'm going out early Saturday morning," I said, looking down at my iPad, the veins in my hand bulging
as if I wanted to crush it, "I'll be back very late, all day." I said through gritted teeth. I was protecting Jing,
comforting myself that giving my wife away was a last resort, but the waves of excitement in my heart made me incredibly
embarrassed.

"Ah! You…" Jing, who was tidying her clothes, visibly trembled, her mouth half-open as if she wanted to say something
, her face filled with panic. But she quickly composed herself, turning around to hide her embarrassment, "Where are you going?"
she asked softly.

"Some of my materials are at the school farm, I need to clean them up before I leave." I continued to pretend to look at my
tablet, my fingers casually swiping the screen. Pleasure! The pleasure that was about to burst forth! My penis was already showing signs of erection.
Am I really a cuckold?

"Do you need any help?" She tried to appear calm, but the tremor in her voice was undeniable. Why was she
trembling ? Was it shame or excitement?

"No, it's all rough work, you can't do it, go do your own thing."

"Oh."

That's how the conversation ended. Watching my wife's slender back, I tried to convince myself that I
was going to help her. But deep down I knew this wasn't real. Even if I went to face the madman Spencer,
there was nothing I could do. Was I expecting something else?

Early Saturday morning, before Jing woke up, I left home, drove to the public parking lot next to my house, changed into
the car I'd rented the day before, drove back to my building, parked at the entrance of the next unit, and stared at
Jing's red Ford through the rearview mirror. Thinking about Spencer's words, I realized he wouldn't let Jing off so easily. What
puzzled was that if, as he said, a simple phone call or text message was enough to summon and toy with Jing, why would he
go through all the trouble of arranging this so-called "breakup sex"? Something was fishy about today, but I couldn't figure it out. Lost
in thought, Jing appeared. I hadn't expected her to come out so quickly. Only half an hour had passed since I left home;
unless Jing was already awake and waiting for me when I left. A pang of sadness hit me.

Jing's hair was a little messy, but she'd tidied it up slightly, letting her long hair fall behind her head. She wore very light makeup;
she seemed to have prepared in a hurry. My heart clenched when I saw what she was wearing. It was a
long, blue and white cheongsam in the style of porcelain, specially ordered by Jing for our wedding.
A wedding photo of her wearing it still sat on our bedside table. I suddenly understood why Spencer had said he felt something for this dress.
On that night at the party, Spencer must have been ravaging the beauty beneath him while looking at the wedding photo, just like raping his new wife in front of
her husband . The skirt, slit up to her thigh, billowed with Jing's hurried steps,
revealing her long, black legs underneath, the flesh color vaguely visible—she was probably wearing black stockings. Her beautiful
black-stockinged feet were clad in ten-centimeter black heels with red soles, making her legs appear long, elegant, and regal.
But black stockings with a plain cheongsam was a complete mismatch; together, they made her look like a hostess from a nightclub. I could tell
, and Jing, with her keen eye for fashion, would understand even better, so her attire must have been Spencer
's request.

Jing walked quickly, glancing warily around, seemingly trying to avoid attracting
unnecessary , and hurried to her car. She drove very fast, but thankfully there weren't many cars on the road early Saturday morning,
and I easily kept up with her. Although I had worried that my poor tracking skills would give me away,
judging from Jing's flustered movements after getting out of the car, she probably didn't care whether anyone was following her. I followed Jing
into the best Hilton hotel in D city, taking the wrong elevator to confirm her floor. Luckily
, the hotel's deep corridors and the staff's directions allowed me to see Jing's back before the door closed. I
walked heavily towards the room at the end of the corridor. This room was different; while the other rooms had single doors,
this one had double doors, probably a luxury suite or something similar. Looking around and seeing no one, I held my breath and pressed my face against
the door, hoping to hear something. However, the thick door only let me hear a faint sound of music; nothing else.
Just as I hesitated about what to do, I suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind me. Before I could turn around,
I was struck hard on the back of the neck, and then I lost consciousness…

I don't know what happened after that. I moved my hands and found myself tied to a chair,
with , playing some inexplicable adult film. A man and a woman were
having sex, the woman screaming and groaning. My glasses were off, so I couldn't see any details. Behind me,
two men were arguing fiercely.

"Jason! What's going on with this guy?!" a strange male voice roared. "We agreed there would
n't be any outsiders!"

"Calm down, man, everything's under control, perfectly safe!" a familiar voice replied—that
damned Spencer!

"So what are you going to do with him?"

"None of your business, I'll handle it. You two just do what you agreed on beforehand." "How is it none of my
business! I don't want to get involved with the police!"

"Hey, calm down, bro! Nobody will get into trouble! Nobody will know you exist! Okay?
How about this, I'll give you an extra 25% commission, okay?" Spencer negotiated with the man.

"An extra 50%!" The man countered, trying to rip them off.

"Ha! Trying to raise the price with me... How about this, still 25%, but you can play with this girl for one more day,
how about that?" "Holy crap... Really? Wasn't it supposed to be just today?" The man wavered.

"Things have changed... How about it? It's not cheap to play around with such a hot Asian girl like this."

"...Okay! Deal!" The stranger readily agreed, his voice full of joy. I had a bad
feeling; could it be Jing?

"There's one condition: you must do as I say, but don't worry, I'll make sure you have your fill!"
Spencer breathed a sigh of relief.

"No problem, my brother and I have more stamina than most women can handle. This is the first time we've encountered someone so
resilient, especially an Asian one... Fuck! He's awake!" The stranger somehow noticed I was awake.

"It's alright, he can't see you. Here, his eyes are in my hands... Put on the mask and go do your thing!"
Spencer ordered. The man didn't say anything more, walked past me, and left the room. I turned my head and only saw a
black man , seemingly wearing a white mask.

"Hey, hey, hey, Yi, my good friend, you're finally awake!" Spencer said affectionately, putting his arms around my neck.

"Spencer, you bastard! Where's Jing?! Let her go, the evidence's with me!" I
roared at him.

"Oh? Thanks for talking about evidence, but I don't want it. Can we talk about it later? I have important
things to do," Spencer said with a sly grin. "Oh, by the way, your glasses. I was
a little rough with you earlier, sorry, they're a bit crooked, but not broken. Just bear with them and enjoy the show." "Fuck..."
I was about to continue cursing when Spencer grabbed a wet towel from the table and shoved it into my mouth.

"Shh... just watch quietly, enjoy the show!" He ignored my sobs and struggles, turned up the computer
volume, and walked out of the room. The man's vulgar laughter and the woman's soft moans filled the room. This time I
saw clearly that the woman being fucked and reaching orgasm repeatedly was Jing.

Two masked men, one in black and one in white, were attacking her from both sides, sandwiching her in the middle. The black man was
muscular and strong, about the same height as Spencer, and his enormous black penis was comparable to Spencer's. He stood there,
watching with satisfaction as the Asian beauty, my wife Jing, lowered her head to lick his glans, his hands gripping Jing's long hair,
playfully swirling his massive penis in her mouth, visibly stretching Jing's cheeks. Behind Jing,
the bald white man was shorter, but still muscular. At this moment, he was gripping Jing's arms, thrusting hard into her vagina
with piston-like movements.

Caught in the middle, Jing was struggling, but her dazed eyes held no resentment. She actively
licked the black man's huge glans, as if sucking on an ice pop, unable to get enough. The top of her cheongsam had
been unbuttoned, and a pendulous breast dangled out, swaying with the bald man's rhythm; her bra was nowhere to be seen
. The hem of her cheongsam was lifted up and draped over her back, her snow-white, full buttocks welcoming the thrusting from behind. Her thong was
pulled down to her knees, and her stockings, perhaps to facilitate the thrusting, had been untied, swaying back and forth, highlighting
her humiliated posture. The black stockings had seductive patterns, clearly
designed ; I had no idea she owned such stockings. The toes of her high heels were pressed together because of her posture;
she seemed to be struggling to stand, almost collapsing, only able to rely on the man behind her for support. Although her mouth was stuffed with the black glans,
the moans from her throat were still clearly audible.

At this moment, Spencer walked into the frame; he wasn't wearing a mask. He paused in front of the three of them, admiring them for a moment,
then glanced at the camera, chuckled, and sat down on the sofa with a dozen beers in his hand
, drinking and masturbating his enormous penis, seemingly warming up for the battle.

I blushed and roared in anger, but apart from a few muffled groans, it had no effect whatsoever.

Suddenly, Spencer said something and gestured to the bald man. The bald man, who was in the middle of a passionate encounter, was
clearly annoyed. Then the black man next to him, who was enjoying oral sex, said something, and the bald man reluctantly pulled out
his wet penis and took a step back. Suddenly losing her support, Jing let out a soft moan, her legs buckled, and she sat cross
-legged on the ground, panting with her arms supporting her weight. She looked back at the bald man with a hint of resentment.

"Come here, bitch!" Spencer pointed at his penis.

"I...I didn't..." Jing

whispered, trying to explain. "Come here when I tell you to, you bitch!" Spencer said impatiently, his voice several octaves higher.

Jing hesitated, about to stand up. Spencer said again, "I called you a bitch, you have to crawl over here yourself!" He
grinned lewdly at Jing. Jing's face flushed red, but she did as he said and crawled towards him. Because of
the inconvenience , she could only frown and humiliatingly use her knees instead of her feet to move forward. She crawled to Spencer's feet, stopped,
and looked up , shouting, "Spencer! Don't go too far!" "Hmph! You slut, you're actually itching for this, aren't you?"
He lifted Jing's chin, "I'm going to fuck you so you'll never forget me, oh, sorry, it's us! Now get
on top of me!" He slapped Jing's buttocks.

Jing groaned in pain, but obediently climbed onto Spencer, skillfully
inserting into her slightly open vagina, then sat down heavily, letting out a satisfied
groan. Her hands naturally held Spencer's head, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing her nipples against his mouth, and
began up and down, releasing her unsatisfied sexual desire. The other two men, seeing this lewd scene
, were clearly even more excited, slowly stroking their own penises, hoping to join in. Spencer wasn't in a hurry. He gestured for
the two to have some beer, then tilted his head back and downed his bottle. He threw the bottle away, placed his hands on his waist, and began to thrust harder into Jing.

I couldn't see Jing's face, but judging from her long hair swinging back, she must have been extremely excited, constantly
moaning loudly.

"Bitch!" Spencer said with a sneer. "You say no, but I've fucked your slutty body into
submission . Isn't it great to have sex with someone else while wearing your wedding dress?"

"Great...so comfortable..." Jing said dreamily, seemingly not hearing what Spencer was saying at all
. My heart ached.

"How about I fuck you in front of your husband?"

"Yes...anything is fine...ah?...ah...no...no...this won't do...oh...gently
...don't go too deep...it's hitting...it's hitting..." Jing moaned. She
still , but her movements became even more vigorous, clearly more excited.

Spencer saw it too, grabbed Jing's buttocks and fucked her hard a dozen times, then ripped off Jing's
thong and threw it behind the sofa. He then waved to the bald man with a face full of unsatisfied desire and pointed at Jing's buttocks.

The bald man was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood his meaning and quickly walked over. What were they going to do? Could it be... just

as I suspected, the bald man walked over with his gun, grabbed Jing's buttocks with both hands, rubbed his penis between them a few times , and was about to insert it . Jing finally reacted, "No... do n't do it at the same time... ahh ... Separated only by a thin membrane, the two enormous penises pressed against the space inside Jing's body, intensifying the stimulation . Ignoring Jing's pleas for mercy, they roared and relentlessly pounded into her. After about forty or fifty thrusts, their movements paused, and they roared and gasped, clearly about to climax and ejaculate. Jing, sandwiched between them, sensed their movements. "No!...Ahhh...Don't ejaculate inside!" Jing mustered her last shred of consciousness, twisting her waist to try and escape the impending ejaculation. But the two men, on the verge of climax, wouldn't listen. One grabbed her thigh, the other pressed her buttocks, continuing to thrust and knead, enjoying the tightness and wetness of Jing's two orifices. A sense of crisis made Jing burst upwards at the last moment, managing not to escape the penis inside her anus, but instead flinging Spencer's penis out of her vagina. In that instant, both men ejaculated. Spencer's penis, like a large water gun , sprayed streams of white fluid upwards onto Jing's vulva, then pooled and dripped onto the floor. The bald man, head thrown back , groaned comfortably, thrusting repeatedly and ejaculating all his semen into Jing's anus. It was unclear how much he ejaculated, but Jing's anus couldn't hold it all; white semen flowed , the two streams mixing and dripping onto the floor. Impacted by the two streams of semen, Jing screamed, her body trembling as she reached orgasm. She convulsed before collapsing into Spencer's arms, clutching his hairy head and panting heavily. However, from the camera's perspective, it looked as if Jing, enjoying the act, was offering her breasts to the man's penis—a scene of utter debauchery . "Look what you've done!" Spencer angrily shoved Jing onto the sofa, clearly dissatisfied with not having ejaculated inside her at the last moment, and instead having his own semen soak her thighs. His roar startled Jing, who was curled up in a ball, panting uncontrollably, and she finally noticed what had happened. Seeing the anger on Spencer's face, Jing trembled and quickly got up, burying her face in Spencer's crotch , diligently licking and sucking the semen on his legs. This eased Spencer's expression somewhat. Jing's genitals, covered in semen, were facing the camera. She intentionally or unintentionally twisted her buttocks, which were being played with comfortably. One hand, for some unknown purpose, caressed and manipulated her still-open vagina. "Bitch! Bitch! Jing, you slut who's been touched and fucked by thousands!" I roared in my heart. However, a wave of pleasure also rose in my lower body at the same time. Seeing my wife being played with at will actually gave me a faint sense of pleasure. Spencer also calmed down, pushed Jing aside, and stood up and walked out of the frame. "Play all you want, we have plenty of time," he said to the two of them. Jing lay on her back on the sofa, her lower body dangling off the edge, still twitching slightly. The black man who hadn't had enough fun earlier rushed over, picked Jing up, pulled her into his arms, and groped her all over. Not long after, the door opened, and Spencer walked in. "How was it? Not bad, right?" He dried his hands with a white towel and threw it in front of me. "Your wife's juices got all over my hands, I just washed them." I glared at him, panting. "Oh, sorry, I forgot you were gagged." He pulled the towel out of my mouth. "Ugh... ah... fuck you!... huff huff..." I gasped for breath, all my words summed up in one "fuck you." Having been gagged for so long, I was too weak to speak. Spencer smiled but ignored me, kneeling beside me and looking at the computer screen. Jing had regained some strength and was giving him oral sex under the black man's control. She kneaded his large scrotum with one hand and gripped the base of his penis with the other , stroking it up and down, while her head was being bounced up and down by the black man. The dark purple glans moved in and out , drawing out strands of sticky fluid. The black man leaned back on the sofa, breathing heavily with pleasure. The bald man, who had just ejaculated into Jing's anus, pulled her legs over, took off her high heels, and made her use her black-stockinged, alluring feet to perform footjob on his limp penis. Working on both ends simultaneously was clearly insufficient; often, after only a few strokes, Jing's legs would stop moving, resulting in a hard slap on her buttocks from the bald man, leaving a red handprint on her snow-white skin. Jing groaned in pain, but helplessly, her head was held down by the black man, and to avoid further physical pain, she could only diligently perform the footjob for the bald man. While enjoying the footjob, the bald man picked up Jing's high heels and played with them, suddenly throwing one to the black man and saying something. The black man laughed loudly, saying, "I won't lose to you," and then clutched the shoe in his hand. Upon hearing this, Jing raised her head and frowned in protest, but the black man roughly pushed her down from behind, causing her to choke and spit out tears. "Perfect! A born bitch!" Spencer praised in my ear. "You'll fucking go to hell! I'm going to kill you! Kill you!" I roared and writhed wildly in the chair. The men's humiliation of Jing and her lewd behavior fueled my rage. "I understand your anger, Yi," Spencer said calmly, now in control. "Originally, you wouldn't seen these heartbreaking scenes, and so many people wouldn't have played with her. She would have just been my private pet." " But you, you changed that. Humph! You dare threaten me! I, Spencer, never allow myself to be threatened!" "What do you want to do?" I asked, afraid he would go so far as to kill me to silence me. He must have noticed my fear, because he patted my shoulder reassuringly. "Relax, Yi, I never intended to kill you! I have a long life ahead of me, why make things difficult for myself?" I secretly breathed a sigh of relief; at least Jing and I weren't in any real danger.

"So what are you going to do today!" I yelled at him.

He ignored me, put his arm around my shoulder, and pointed at the screen. "Look, look, Jing, that slut, is at it again."

Following his gaze, I saw that the second threesome had started. This time, Jing was placed on the carpet, and the black
man was on top of her in a traditional missionary position, fucking her. From the camera angle, you could see his thick penis
going in and out of Jing's vagina, each thrust turning her vulva inside out. The bald man was kneeling above Jing's head
, frantically fucking her mouth at the same speed as he was fucking her vagina. Jing was struggling, and could only use her small hands to hold the base of the bald man's penis
to slow his onslaught. Whether it was a manifestation of Jing's inner itch or an unintentional act, her legs wrapped
around the black man's waist as if assisting his movements.

"Look how proactive she is."

I was speechless; it was true.

"Being proactive is good. This kind of recording is very useful."

"What do you mean?" I became alert.

"You call yourself a PhD? You can't even figure this out?... Never mind, let me explain." Seeing my blank expression,
Spencer chuckled and explained.

"You have the video of me sexually bribing Wan, so I should have something too, right? Here, this is perfect.
After the prosecutor sees this video, he won't think Jing was coerced by me, right? Then everyone will think
Jing is mine, that she actively helped me bribe the Chinese businessman. You want to sue me for commercial bribery? No problem, but
your wife will also..."

"You shameless bastard!" "

I don't care what you say, you can try to sue me and send me to jail. I can guarantee you can
do it . But your Jing will go in with me, which will keep me entertained, and I'll have a beautiful Chinese
wife to play with."

"Shut up! Shut up!"

"Do you want me to show your face too, so it becomes an adult film, wow, I'm both an actor and
a director ."

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you! Spencer..." After hearing his words, I felt completely exhausted.
It's over, it's getting worse, there's no way to stop it.

"Don't kill me, I haven't had enough of your wife yet, let me live a little longer, okay!" He patted my
face, leaving me stunned, and walked out the door with a smile.

In the video, the three of them had changed to a third position. The bald man took over from the black man and moved behind Jing. Jing, like
a female dog, lay on top of the black man's crotch, actively performing oral sex on him. The lust had seeped into my heart.
Was this how it was going to end between Jing and me?

Jing's whole body tensed up. She spat out the black man's penis, twisted her body, and grabbed the bald man's arm, her eyes filled with desire.

"Quick! I'm about to... uh... almost there," Jing said. My chest felt like it had been hit by a hammer, and
a metallic taste filled my mouth. The black man unceremoniously turned her head back, got up, knelt in front of Jing, and began to
vigorously fuck her mouth. Amidst a chorus of moans from both men and women, all three climaxed. Jing's limbs went limp,
and she collapsed to the ground, curled up in a ball, trembling and convulsing uncontrollably. Both men pulled out their penises and, each
holding a high heel, roared as they ejaculated all their semen into it.

"Mine's more, right?" the black man said to the bald man, panting heavily.

"Mine's definitely more!" the bald man retorted. The two argued back and forth.

"I have a way to compare," Spencer suggested from the side. "Have her put them on, and see which one overflows
more."

"Great idea!" the two men gave Spencer a thumbs up.

The three men surrounded Jing, watching the spectacle with amusement.

"You slut, put shoes on your slutty feet!" Spencer said excitedly.

"This... how am I supposed to put these on..."

"Put them on! Otherwise, the next project is to fuck you on the balcony, so everyone outside can see how slutty you are!
Oh, and maybe you'll be on TV, and your husband will see you!"

"No! I... I... I'll put them on..." Jing gave in. Although she was lewd, she
wasn't open enough to openly have sex naked in public.

Hesitating for a moment, somewhat embarrassed, she stepped
onto . Thick semen seeped from between her black-stockinged feet, flowing down her high heels onto the carpet.

"Yeah!" the black man cheered. "Damn it!" the bald man slammed his fist against the wall, turned around, pulled a $20 bill from
his pocket, and threw it to the black man. "

If this weren't the second time, I wouldn't have lost to you!" the bald man protested.

"You lose every time you try, if you're not satisfied, let's keep going!" the black man said, rolling up the dollar bill with satisfaction and
glancing smugly at his still-erect penis.

Jing stood there awkwardly, her clothes long gone, leaving only
her torn stockings clinging to her legs, covered in obvious semen stains,
soaked through several times. Her semen-soaked feet were clearly uncomfortable, and she paced back and forth listlessly.

"Alright, alright, boys! Stop arguing! You have plenty of time to compete," Spencer interrupted their
argument. "Now it's this bitch's boss's turn to favor her. You two, get out of here."

With that, he grabbed the bewildered Jing, deliberately pulling her towards the camera, and then penetrated her
from behind. Jing let out a satisfied moan, bending over without any resistance, forcefully rising on her tiptoes to match
Spencer's thrusts from behind, everything so practiced. Spencer looked at the camera provocatively; he
knew I could see him, so he smiled at me. My muscles tensed, fiercely watching
Spencer on the screen, watching him slowly and steadily thrust in and out of Jing's honeypot like a pile driver. Jing's pale,
flushed body swayed rhythmically, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly, her knuckles white. Suddenly, he grabbed
Jing's long hair, pulling her face towards the camera, her intoxicated face appearing on the screen. I don't know where
this guy hid the camera; even though Jing was so close, she didn't notice. Her lips were slightly parted, revealing a sliver of her white, even teeth. Her eyes were half-open, as if she were half-asleep, trembling with Spencer's movements. Clear moans emanated from those deep, dark holes. Each lewd cry drilled into my brain like an electric drill, as if Jing were making love to me. I could even feel her final breath, and pleasure surged through my veins like an electric current. "I love you, Yi!" Jing's hazy voice echoed in my mind. "Come and fuck me! Fuck me! Waaah!"

"Ugh, fuck me hard!" she said, "Fuck mehard! Plz!" I jolted
my eyes open and saw Spencer watching me mockingly behind Jing's face, which was filled with pleasure

. "Yi! I'm fucking your wife!"

For a moment, Jing's expression seemed filled with sadness and regret, but only for a moment. Shame became a
force , and Jing had a chaotic climax. Her distorted expression made me dizzy, the world spun, and I passed out again.

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