【Fallen】(06) Author: fl7898256

Author: fl7898256
Word Count: 7782

Chapter Six: The Cause

Endless shadows pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I struggled desperately to crawl forward, but I could never reach
the only source of light in the darkness: Jing. Jing was naked, her fair and delicate body radiating a
dazzling white light. Around her were demonic shadows, like erect penises constantly trying
to touch and caress her. I shouted Jing's name, but only received mocking laughter from the darkness.
Thunder …

"Knock knock knock knock," I was awakened by a series of rapid knocks. It was already daylight. It turned out to be
the clerk from the grocery store who had come to collect the shopping carts. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw me slowly awake, and put his phone back
in his pocket. It seemed he would have called the police if I hadn't woken up soon. I quickly rolled down the window and explained to the clerk that I had just been driving on the highway
and was tired, so I had only dozed off for a short while and would leave immediately. The guy shrugged, indicating he didn't care, and said he thought I was dead
, which scared him so much he almost called the police. I quickly apologized again, chatted for a bit, and then went back to work. I glanced at
my watch; it was already 7:30 in the morning. My head was throbbing, and I hadn't eaten anything since last night ; I was starving
. I stared blankly in the direction of the EF company for a while before starting the car, buying
breakfast at a nearby fast-food restaurant, and getting on the highway to go home.

The emptiness of the house made me feel uneasy. Jing was obviously not home; according to her "normal" work schedule, she wouldn't be back until
tonight . Who knows if she's still being raped right now? I stared at myself in the mirror with a bitter smile
and slapped myself hard. Everything that happened last night felt so unreal.

I checked my phone and found five missed calls. One was from Jing, who had called half an hour ago;
I was driving and didn't hear it. The others were from Stephanie, who had left me a voice message.

"Yi, listen, I know you're upset, but I hope you can gain a new understanding of your wife.
Of course , and she loves you very much... Anyway, thank you for your help. Now everything is ready,
and it's time for us to talk. I know you're tired, but I hope we can meet this afternoon. After all...
it's time. If possible, send me a text to confirm. As soon as possible!"

Without thinking, I replied with an "OK." Things had come to this point, it was time to see the outcome.
Stephanie replied with an address almost instantly—a motel not far from here,
to meet at 3 PM. I stared at the text message numbly for a while before finding Jing's missed calls. After hesitating for a moment,
I still didn't call her.

Feeling suffocated, I kicked the coffee table next to me hard, knocking it over, and
the things rolled all over the floor.

My body felt empty, my legs went weak, and I slid down against the wall, collapsing to the ground. Maybe this
is . Not knowing what to do to pass the time, I picked up a photo frame from the floor and looked at it.
Those were my wedding photos with Jing, taken in my hometown. In the photo, Jing, wearing a pure white wedding dress, nestled in my
arms , smiling brightly and happily, while I looked down at my new wife, my eyes filled with love.
Could we ever go back to how things were?

I spent most of the rest of the time staring at the clock. At 2:30, I finally got
up, rubbing my aching legs, and went to see Stephanie.

It was a chain hotel, somewhat run-down. The exposed hallway allowed me to avoid the front desk's inquiries
and go straight to my reserved room. I took a deep breath and knocked firmly a few times to announce my arrival.

"Coming!" Stephanie's voice came from the other side of the door, and there was a rustling sound, as if
she was observing me through the peephole. Soon, the sound of the latch being pulled came, and the door opened.

"Hi, Yi, thank you for coming. I was just... uh... Yi, what are you doing... don't..."
Stephanie exclaimed.

When her radiant face appeared before me, I don't know where the anger came from, but I
sprang up and forcefully grabbed her slender neck, shoving her into the room. The room wasn't big, and after pushing her back a few steps
, I tripped over the bed and we both fell onto it. The fall loosened my grip, and Stephanie rolled to the other side of the bed ,
kneeling on the floor, clutching her neck and waving at me in distress.

"Yi, calm down! I know you're upset! Let me explain… no… don't…" Amid her
gasps , I scrambled to my feet and charged at her again, grabbing her shirt by the front and slamming her against the wall
. Stephanie let out a muffled groan, weakly struggling against my hands .

"Fuck your mother! You bitch!" I roared at her. If there had been a mirror, I probably would have been
horrified by my own eyes.

Stephanie paused, her previously tense face relaxing and even showing a slight smile. Her
previously resisting hands loosened, and she began unbuttoning her shirt.

"Okay, come on, come fuck me, I'm here to be fucked by you today," she said, lightly licking
her red lips. After unbuttoning her clothes, she took advantage of my momentary daze, stroking my face with one hand
and gently grabbing my penis with the other. An unprecedented pleasure surged from my lower body into my
brain, and I even shuddered with pleasure.

"What are you doing, you slut!" I threw her to the ground, took a step back, and roared to
cover my embarrassment.

Stephanie, thrown down, sat on the wall and stayed there, deliberately lifting her
unbuttoned clothes to reveal her shoulders. Then she gently licked her lips and kneaded her right breast; she wasn't wearing
a bra.

"You...you are..." I guess I was already blushing and somewhat incoherent.

Seeing my reaction, Stephanie laughed even more happily. She stood up, leaning against the wall, and sauntered towards me
, taking off her shirt and throwing it aside, her firm breasts trembling slightly. Her breasts were actually quite beautiful.
Unlike Jing's dangling bell-shaped breasts, Stephanie's breasts, though a size smaller, were round and firm, with nipples proudly upturned
, gleaming brightly against her slender waist and fair skin. She wore black
leggings clung tightly to her legs, outlining their beautiful curves, creating a striking
contrast with her exposed white feet. Her toenails were painted a vibrant red—a look that probably only someone with fair skin could pull off so well. Combined with her shoulder-length short hair, she even gave off
a somewhat Catwoman vibe reminiscent of Anne Hathaway.

Thump! This time, I stumbled against the door as I backed away. Stephanie pressed closer,
her hands groping and trying to tear off my clothes. I awkwardly tried to push her away, but ended up pressing my hands against her
warm breasts.

"Mmm...ah...harder," she sighed softly, tilting her head back. In that instant, I got hard
.

"Bitch, do you want to be fucked? You think I'm afraid? Stop acting!" I yelled at her.

"Yes," she smiled seductively, her hand already inside my pants, grabbing my erect penis.
"I just think you're afraid. Come on, fuck me!" she provocatively said, then bent down and licked my
chest , letting out a soft moan.

"You son of a bitch! I'll fuck you to death today, you bitch!" Overwhelmed by anger and pleasure, I
had lost my mind.

I shoved her hard on the shoulder, sending her stumbling back several steps onto the bed. Then I took two large strides
in front of her, grabbed her legs with one hand and lifted them high, while the other hand grabbed her
panties and yanked them outwards. I was deliberately torturing her, not only grabbing her panties but also her vulva.

"Ah...be gentle, baby...I'm yours...be gentle...ah...fuck me..." she
moaned, her eyes glazed over.

The panties were thin to begin with, and they tore open easily,
revealing Stephanie's reddened vulva. This bitch really came prepared; she wasn't even wearing underwear. Her
vulva was different from Jing's; her pubic hair was neatly shaved, and her labia were slightly dark, but for a bitch who'd been touched and ridden by
thousands it was good enough. Her vulva was already leaking fluids. Seeing
this I was reminded of Jing, and of how Spencer's huge cock had also ravaged this cunt. A surge of resentment
welled up inside me. I pressed my index and middle fingers together and shoved them hard into her open vagina, stirring wildly inside, while her
juices overflowed.

"Ah...ah...oh...God...it feels so good...so good...oh...oh...oh...ah
...harder..." Stephanie cried out loudly, trembling, as she moved her hands to her chest and vigorously rubbed
her nipples.

"Bitch, you bitch! It's all your fault!" I vented my anger on her, increasing
the pressure on my hands.

"Yes!...Oh...good...good...so good...I want more...don't stop...yes...I'm
that bitch...bitch...come on...fuck me to death..." she stared at me with her big eyes, "
fuck me to death with your cock!"

"Fuck you!" I couldn't take it anymore, I ripped off my belt, kicked off my pants, and roughly thrust my already
erect penis into Stephanie's muddy cunt. Stephanie let out a satisfied shriek,
her hand reaching down to rub her clitoris, while I grabbed her legs and began to fuck her mercilessly. Her
cunt wasn't as tight as Jing's, but under this bitch's control, the folds inside were
like soft brushes, sweeping and rubbing back and forth on my penis, and her moans weren't as subtle as Jing's, making the pleasure
exceptionally intense.

After holding her in that position for a while, I spread her legs, grabbed her waist, and lifted her up,
my penis still inside her. Amidst her giggles, I moved her onto the desk, supporting one of her legs with one hand
so we were facing each other, and continued fucking. Stephanie

's face was no longer filled with her usual mockery; it was now brimming with desire. Her hot breath and moans urged me to increase my force. With a determined look, I pressed her upper body down onto the desk, grabbing her breasts tightly with both hands and increasing the frequency. She cooperated, wrapping her legs around my waist, bouncing wildly in rhythm with me. After another twenty or so thrusts, she convulsed, then began to tremble and moan loudly—she had orgasmed. My penis, gripped by her tightness, also felt a surge of pleasure, and my semen sprayed deep . I leaned on the desk, staring at her, panting heavily. She didn't speak, just smiled at me , got up and kissed me on the cheek. Then she pulled her penis out of her vagina, knelt down in front of me, and used one hand to clean my penis with her mouth while using the other to clean her own vagina. I felt the warmth and softness from my lower body, and my penis showed signs of becoming erect again. At this moment, Stephanie turned to the side and pointed to the carpet where she had been squatting, a fawning smile on her face. Following her finger, I saw a small puddle of semen there, my handiwork. "Look, Yi, I've given birth to all your children!" she said lewdly. As if a flash of lightning struck my eyes, I thought of Jing being ejaculated inside me the night before, and my penis suddenly sprang to life, startling Stephanie. She looked up and met my fierce gaze, and froze for a moment. I grabbed her by the neck, lifted her up, and threw her onto the bed. Since she couldn't get up, I grabbed her buttocks and pulled them high into the air, then slapped those upturned buttocks. "You filthy bitch, lift your ass up!" "Yes, my master." Stephanie, her face full of seductive charm, proactively raised her buttocks, writhing and begging for my attention. "Master's penis is so big, I love it." I sneered, holding her buttocks, and thrust in all the way, feeling it reach the very back. She shuddered with pleasure, her upper body sprawling on the bed. "Bitch, do it yourself!" I wanted to humiliate her. Stephanie glanced back at me with a hint of resentment, then obeyed my command, moving back and forth on her own. I picked up the belt next to me and whipped her ass intermittently. This bitch didn't cry out in pain; instead, she became more and more excited. After nearly a hundred whippings, I felt the urge to ejaculate. I pulled out my penis, and amidst Stephanie's pitiful pleas for mercy I took a bottle of chilled beer from the refrigerator and inserted it bottom-in into her cunt. "Ahhhhhh...so good...cool...so...uncomfortable...so comfortable...ohhhhh ..." With a series of high-pitched moans, she climaxed from the stimulation of the ice-cold beer, copious amounts of vaginal fluid dripping from the bottle onto the sheets. I pulled her off the bed, thrust a few times in her mouth, and then ejaculated all over her throat. She choked but swallowed it all. The beer bottle remained upside down in Stephanie 's cunt, and she showed no intention of removing it, simply sucking on my penis while looking up at me with a slight smile. "Sweetheart, you're much better at this than Spencer." She reached out and gently touched the beer bottle between her legs, her throat...

A soft moan escaped her lips.

"Shut up, you bitch! I don't want to hear his name!" I glared at her, annoyed.

Stephanie ignored my protests and continued, "That guy just uses brute force and that big dick,
but that dick is a real treasure, it feels like it could pierce me through..." She
described the wonderfulness of that penis to me in a lewd and vivid way. The

image of Jing and Spencer's frenzied intercourse that I had witnessed at the training factory flashed before my eyes, Jing being manipulated by him as if she were hanging on
that big dick.

The anger that had just subsided with ejaculation flared up again. I grabbed Stephanie's short hair and dragged her
to the bathroom, ignoring her painful cries, and pulled her up, holding her above the sink, making her
look at her face in the mirror.

"You've ruined my life!" I yelled at the mirror.

Stephanie's face showed a hint of mockery. "If we don't do it now, someone else will! You
don't understand your wife at all!" She stared intently into my eyes through the mirror. "You should be grateful that at least
this time you have me, this bitch, helping you. If it were someone else, your Jing would have been a complete
sex slave in no time." I was speechless for a moment, subconsciously agreeing with her point of view. To hide my embarrassment, I
remained silent, grabbed the exposed part of the beer bottle, and used it as a penis
to thrust . The beer was cold, and Stephanie's expression was both painful and pleasurable, her half-open mouth even showing a wronged
and tearful look.

You've finally met your match! I thought to myself, gripping the bottle and starting to thrust wildly into her cunt.
After a while, Stephanie said she was about to climax. I pulled out the bottle, opened the cap, and took a few big gulps, then handed it to
Stephanie, inserting my now erect penis into her cold vagina. The stimulation made me shudder, and
I began to press down on her waist and fuck her hard. Stephanie drank her beer excitedly, the alcohol giving her a flushed face, and
she moaned loudly in sync with my rhythm. She climaxed again soon after.

Then I used various methods to bring her to orgasm four more times, from the bed to the sofa, from the carpet to the TV cabinet,
from the living room to the bathroom—basically any place where I could pose, I used my imagination to pin her down and fuck her hard
. Until I couldn't ejaculate anymore, I threw her, her swollen and convulsing vagina, into
the bathtub in the bathroom, and dragged my weak legs back to collapse onto the bed to rest. I fucked Stephanie for a full two and a half
hours, almost five times my usual time.

After a while, I heard a sound from the bathroom. Stephanie staggered out, leaning against the wall,
her legs spread wide, almost unable to close. She collapsed onto the bed, rested for a moment, then struggled
to climb onto my chest, but I pushed her away. I still hated her from the bottom of my heart.

Stephanie, somewhat embarrassed by being pushed away, gave an awkward laugh and lay on her side beside me, propping her head up with one hand
. Her once neat short hair was now a mess; I could even see a strand of white semen stuck
to the end. Her breasts were covered in my handprints, and there was even a bruise near her left nipple. Her leggings
were torn to shreds, but she didn't take them off, seemingly to show me her recent
madness.

"Was that good?" she asked. "I'm very satisfied. I've never felt so stimulated." I ignored
her.

"If you're so good, why can't you satisfy Jing? If it were me..." she continued, talking to herself.

"Are you done yet?" I didn't want to hear her mention Jing.

"Now you're even with Jing. Neither of you is innocent." She ignored me, cupping
her bruised breast to examine it. "You're so rough!" she complained.

I was stunned and lowered my head. She was right. If we're talking about cheating, I had just done it too.

"I caught her red-handed masturbating," Stephanie said casually, taking
a lighting it.

"What?" I couldn't believe my ears. "Masturbating? Where?"

"Where else? In the office." "How could that be!"

"Because your wife is a slut!" she sneered.

"Fuck your mother!" I sat up.

"Okay, okay," she smiled ingratiatingly, rolling over to me, exhaling
smoke onto my limp penis, then gently taking it into her mouth and kneading it. "I helped her a little," she mumbled.

"Explain yourself!" I urged her.

"I gave her a little bit of a drug, the one from last night." She gave me a seductive glance, then gently sucked on
my penis, pausing deliberately on "a little," as if savoring my anxious expression. "And I tampered with her
computer ; all the web pages are adult websites." I leaned back against the headboard. Stephanie
was a clever slut; she gave Jing a ruthless boost when she was on the verge of arousal.
"And then?" I asked weakly.

"You really enjoy hearing your wife being ravaged?" She giggled twice, then shrugged
when . "I threatened to report her for office sexual harassment, that I'd tell Yi
. She got scared and begged me to let her go," she grinned, seemingly reliving the pleasure. "Then Spencer happened to show up at
the perfect time, wanting Jing to go with him to the warehouse to inventory the goods. Your Jing didn't even have time to put on her underwear before
going." She stuck her tongue out at me. "After that, you can imagine, Spencer
had , really a long time..." A bitter smile seemed to linger on her lips as she lowered her head and remained silent.

My heart sank; the scene flashed before my eyes. Driven agitated by the aphrodisiac, Jing tried to
calm , only to find every webpage she opened filled with erotic images. Overwhelmed by lust
, she couldn't help but masturbate. Just as she was about to climax, Stephanie burst in and caught her, verbally humiliating her. At that moment, Spencer "
coincidentally " appeared, solemnly demanding that Jing come to work with him. Then, naturally, he "accidentally" discovered
Jing's naked genitals. Spencer's rape was then presented as Jing's active seduction.

"After that, Spencer took some nude photos of Jing to blackmail her, taking advantage of her whenever he had the chance. Sometimes
two or three times a day. I thought about how later your wife no longer needed to be threatened and willingly cooperated with Spencer's promiscuity; she
fell in love with that big dick." Stephanie said calmly, stroking my penis. "The photos were just her
own excuse."

"You're talking nonsense!" I roared. "You must have something else in your hands."

"That's it! Really, that's it!" Stephanie looked at me mockingly, spreading her hands. "Your wife
is now Spencer's semi-sex slave. But she loves you so much, she'll accept almost anything Spencer does,
except insult you." I felt a pang of sadness; I knew that. "To avoid taking birth control pills, she seems to have made some kind of agreement with Spencer
, but I don't know the specifics. Does she really want to have a child for you? You just ejaculated
a lot , how about I bear the baby for you?" I snorted and ignored her.

Seeing my lack of reaction, Stephanie, somewhat bored, lay between my legs, looking at my glans. "Once a woman
has been fucked good once, she'll welcome the rest with her legs wide open. Besides, Jing and I are the same kind of people. I
knew from the interview that we were the same kind of people, horny sluts with extremely high sex drives. This is what they call birds of a feather flock together,
haha ." Her voice sounded self-deprecating. "I overheard Jing and Spencer's conversation. She actually wanted to end this relationship,
but every time she was silenced by a big dick... Her reason is fighting against her lust. Whether she can win depends on
the man beside her..."

"The difference is, Jing has you. But my Justin... you're different from him... you've never hit Jing, have you?"
She looked up and asked me.

I nodded blankly.

"I fell in love with a jerk who hits me over the smallest things, but I'm just a masochist, I just love her..."
Stephanie's tone became much lower. "Later, he saw my text messages with Spencer about hooking up.
Even though I explained to him that there was only sex and no love between us, he still beat me up badly and went to
get revenge on Spencer. He got into a car accident on the way and died in the hospital..."

Stephanie rubbed her eyes. "Jing showed me myself, showed me how much I actually hated Spencer and
how much I hated myself. That's why I'm helping you. Are you satisfied?"

Even the most hateful person has a pitiable side. I nodded silently.

"So what are you going to do next? Bribe him?" I asked.

"No," Stephanie turned and pulled a DV camera from under the bed, handing it back to me. "This is just a last
resort . If I fail, you'll use it to help Jing get away from Spencer. If it succeeds, nothing else will be needed...
"

I didn't quite understand her meaning and continued to press, "What are you going to do?"

Stephanie hesitated for a moment, then finally shook her head. "Yi, it's not that I don't trust you, I just
can't leave myself any potential pitfalls. I'm sorry, I can't tell you. Don't worry,
I'll completely delete everything about Jing from Spencer's... Spend more time with Jing, stop doing your stupid
experiments all day. As long as you're by her side, she won't become the next me."

I was about to say something more when Stephanie suddenly changed her expression. "Darling. Now it's
time for you to leave. Please, I'm going to take a shower and get some sleep. Oh my god, that was amazing!"

She clearly didn't want to say anything more. Fine, I knew what I needed to know. I awkwardly
put on my clothes under her gaze, grabbed my DV camera, and left. I hesitated again at the door, but swallowed back the "thank you," and
fled the room as if my life depended on it.

Before starting the car, I glanced at my phone. It was already past seven. Jing had sent me several text messages asking
when would be home; dinner was ready and waiting for me. A bitter taste rose in my mouth. Even if the taste had changed, home was still
home. As soon as we entered the house, Jing hopped up to me like a little rabbit, hugging me tightly and tilting her head back for a kiss
. I gently kissed her; her lips were soft and sweet. The food had gotten cold, so Jing told me to sit
and rest for a while. She ran around reheating the food herself, and I felt a surge of warmth in my heart. A home with her
is Jing asked me what I had been busy with that day. Thinking about what I had done,
a sense of guilt welled up inside me. I had also cheated on her. I stammered and made excuses. Jing also told me about her
busy day, but didn't mention what happened last night, and I wisely kept quiet about it too. Jing was struggling, and I
agreed with Stephanie's words; she needed a warm home to fight her inner demons. Jing excitedly
told me that in the next few days, EF company had sent her to participate in
the Midwest Agricultural Exhibition in D City with several colleagues from other departments. I was also very happy to hear this. Those who could represent the company at the exhibition were generally very capable
employees ; it seemed Jing had indeed grown a lot since starting work. I held her tightly in my arms, my heart aching. She had to endure Spencer
's humiliation and abuse while simultaneously striving to work diligently; the psychological pressure she was under was immense. If this matter
were exposed , it could potentially destroy her mental health. I absolutely could not act rashly now. I silently
prayed that Stephanie's so-called plan would be implemented quickly.

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