Wife's Humiliation Diary

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My name is Ivy, I'm 28 years old. I was just an ordinary woman, working as an administrative secretary at an insurance company, and after work, I would go home to be a wife and mother. But my husband's decision changed my life.
My husband was the IT manager of an international company. One night in bed, he suddenly said to me, "Wife, I want to quit!"
I said, "Are you kidding me? We're paying our mortgage, how can I get paid? You know I go to work just to pass the time and earn money to buy flowers."
My husband said, "I've saved up some money. Now that the economy is better, I want to try my luck and start my own business. There's no future for an employee!"
After we discussed it for a while, he kissed my neck, and I forget what he said after that. Then we did what a couple should do—make love. I remember he was particularly energetic that night, maybe as compensation!
My husband later indeed quit his high-paying job and started his own company. But soon, all his savings were gone, his company was still struggling, and he didn't even have the money to pay the mortgage!
Finally, I had no choice but to ask my boss, Michael, for a raise and an advance of three months' salary to tide me over.
That day, I deliberately dressed sexily and brightly: a white, semi-transparent silk blouse, no undershirt, just a pink bra, a short, form-fitting skirt about 5-6 inches above the knee, a pair of new black fishnet designer Wolfxxd stockings, and 3-inch pointed-toe heels. I rarely wear heels because they're really tiring! Looking in the mirror, I really looked like the secretary outfit of those adult film actresses on my husband's computer.
Back at the office, I kept rehearsing how to tell Michael. Time ticked by, and it was almost time to leave work; my heart started to race.
Taking a deep breath, I rushed into Michael's office and told him my request. Michael didn't respond immediately. I noticed his gaze sweeping over my body before he told me he'd think about it.
The next day, back at the office, Michael called me into his office, handed me a briefcase, and said, "This is the first condition for your raise. If you're willing to accept the second condition, follow the instructions written inside."
Taking the briefcase back to my seat, I opened it and saw what was inside. For a moment, I didn't know how to react. At first, I thought it was some documents or project I needed to handle. I
never imagined that the briefcase contained a set of sexy lingerie—a black, see-through lingerie set. Inside was a note that read, "If you're willing to accept the second condition, please change into what's in this bag and then come to my office."
I stayed at my desk for the entire morning, without even having lunch. My mind was a mess. On one hand, I was trying to figure out what the second condition was—although I had prepared for the worst—but the series of events that followed were completely unexpected. On the other hand, I was worried about my family's finances; the bank had been calling repeatedly to urge us to make mortgage payments.
It was almost time to leave work when Michael sent me an email saying, "I'll be leaving the office at 6 PM." I knew this email was an implication that I needed to make a decision quickly.
At that moment, my heart was in turmoil.
Finally, I grabbed my briefcase and went to the restroom. Taking off my shirt, skirt, bra, and underwear became a turning point in my life, plunging me into despair. I changed into that black, see-through lingerie set. I had never worn such sexy lingerie before; my breasts and genitals peeked out from the black fabric, even more alluring than complete nudity. I put my shirt and skirt back on, walked to Michael's office, entered, and closed the door. With tears in my eyes, I said to him, "I'm willing to accept the second condition."
Michael: "Good! So, did you do what I asked you to do?"
Me: "Yes."
Michael: "How should I know? "
Me: "I said I did it, so I did it!"
"Okay! Show me."
I knew at that moment Michael was deliberately trying to make things difficult for me. I really wanted to slap him and call him a jerk. But I knew I had no choice. I unbuttoned my shirt from top to bottom, then pulled it open, letting Michael see the black lacy bra I was wearing. My full breasts were also partially revealed to him.
At that moment, my eyes filled with tears, and I forced them back, saying, "Have you seen enough?"
"And what about down there?
" Me: "What?"
His gaze pierced my most private area. I moved the chair back a little, pulled up the hem of my skirt, and then spread my legs.
Me: "Did you see that?"
He shook his head, gesturing for me to stand up. I had no choice but to stand up, take off my skirt, and let him have his fill.
Then he took a key card from the drawer and handed it to me. What I had predicted was finally happening. It was a key card for a five-star hotel in Admiralty. Michael wanted me to be in this lingerie by 8 pm that night.
I tidied my clothes and left Michael's office. Returning to my seat, I saw Michael make several phone calls, a lewd smile on his face.
I called my husband to tell him I had dinner with friends and he didn't need to wait for me. Michael left the office before me; as he passed my seat, he lightly stroked my back and reminded me of my date.
I arrived at the hotel promptly at eight o'clock, my mind racing with what was about to happen. My hands trembled as I opened the hotel room door. Would Michael be in the room? What should I say first? Or should I say nothing, just strip naked, lie on the bed, and be at his mercy?
Entering the room, I found it empty. On the bed was a note and a briefcase. The note read: "Please take off all your clothes, only wear underwear. Then wear the supplies prepared for you.
Wish you have an exciting night." The briefcase contained an eye mask. I was truly terrified, but I had no other choice. I followed the instructions on the note, took off my clothes until I was only wearing a black lacy lingerie set, put on
a blindfold, and lay quietly on the bed, waiting for someone else to enjoy my body. After a while, I heard the sound of the door opening. What I expected was about to happen; I was about to be penetrated by a man other than my husband. Just thinking about it made tears well up in my eyes.
I felt a pair of hands constantly caressing my body, and then he moved his hands to my two full breasts, kneading them continuously. He took off my bra and undershirt, and then his mouth kept sucking on my nipples. The feeling was hard to describe, but it made my whole body feel soft, just like the feeling when my daughter suckled at the breast.
He wanted to kiss my mouth, and I tried to avoid it, but in the end, I gave in. He kept pushing his tongue deep into my mouth, and I could only silently accept it, unable to do anything but let the tears keep flowing.
Then he pressed his body against mine, slowly inserting his penis into my vagina. My cunt was welcoming a male organ other than my husband's. After his entire penis was swallowed by my cunt, he began to thrust repeatedly, and I involuntarily let out lewd moans.
Suddenly he stopped, and I felt his penis twitch inside my cunt; I believed he had ejaculated. His penis went soft and slowly withdrew from my body.
Just when I thought it was over, my cunt was forcefully stretched open again by his penis. Caught completely off guard, I involuntarily cried out. This penis was thicker and harder than before, and the force was more intense. But he ejaculated after a very short time of thrusting; I guess it was because he had been holding back for a long time.
After he withdrew, I was suddenly flipped over, from facing the ceiling to facing the bed. I was then pulled to the edge of the bed, my upper body bent over the bed, and my lower body kneeling beside it. He then tied my hands behind my back with something that looked like a leather belt. At that moment, the image of Liang Xiwei tying Tang Z's hands with a belt during sex flashed through my mind.
I was terrified. With my hands bound, I couldn't even resist. Would my life end here, and would I never see my lovely daughter again, my beloved husband?
He thrust his penis hard into my vagina. It was thinner than before, but very long, reaching deep into my vagina, causing me great pain. He continued thrusting, and suddenly he grabbed my long, beautiful hair. I cried out, my head forced back. The pain was so intense that tears streamed down my face through the blindfold.
I felt like a mare being subdued, being repeatedly thrust into. Fortunately, he ejaculated after dozens of thrusts while pulling my hair. At that moment, I felt worse than death.
After he pulled out, penises kept going in and out of my vagina. I couldn't tell if they were thick, thin, long, or short, and I lost count of how many times I was raped.
As my consciousness began to blur, everything seemed to stop, and the leather straps binding my hands were loosened. Just as I was about to remove my blindfold to see who was raping me, someone held my hands and whispered in my ear, "Please wait, let us go away first."
Then I heard the sound of a door opening and closing. I removed my blindfold, and I was alone in the hotel room. There were seven or eight condom wrappers on the bedside table. Later, I learned from Michael that I had had sex with three men that night. He didn't reveal whether he was involved, but it didn't matter whether he was involved that night or not, since what happened later was irrelevant. I
looked at my watch; it was already midnight. I also noticed the red welts on my arms near my wrists from the leather straps. Although I felt exhausted, not wanting my husband to worry or suspect anything, I dragged my weary body out of the hotel and took a taxi home.
When I got home, my husband and daughter were already asleep. I immediately ran into the shower and repeatedly sprayed water on my genitals. I felt filthy and cheap. Thinking about what had just happened, tears involuntarily streamed down my face.
Because of what happened at the hotel last night, I woke up later than usual today. My genitals still ached slightly, so I quickly washed up, put on some light makeup, and went to the office.
On my way to work, I was preoccupied with how to face Michael. Would he tell his colleagues about me?
When I got to the office, Michael was already there, seemingly energetic, engrossed in his work as if nothing had happened. In contrast, I felt a little dazed and couldn't concentrate on my work.
Around lunchtime, Michael called me into his office. I was terrified, trembling all over. What would he say to me?
Michael: "You worked hard last night. I've deposited the money you needed into your account. Seeing how tired you are, you can have half a day off this afternoon!" He said
it so casually, which surprised me a little.
That night in bed, I told my husband, "Honey, I've settled this month's bank payment, you don't need to worry!"
My husband: "How do you have so much money?"
I lied and said, "I saved some of my own money and sold my wedding jewelry."
Then my husband kissed me on the lips. I tried to avoid it because I had been kissed by a stranger the night before, and I felt very unclean, but because I didn't want my husband to suspect anything, I let him kiss me.
He put his hand inside my nightgown, constantly fondling my breasts. His other hand reached for my genitals, and after a few light touches, he suddenly inserted his middle finger into my vagina. Because it hurt so much, I tried to pull his hand away, but he ignored me and inserted it even deeper. Honey, do you know how much it hurt me?
After inserting his middle finger for a while, he pulled it out. Just when I thought I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, he inserted both fingers into my vagina and began scraping incessantly. He had done this to me before, but it used to feel so good, so exhilarating. However, due to last night's abuse, my vagina was red and swollen, and now it felt like an arrow piercing my heart, causing me to scream and writhe in pain.
Perhaps my husband sensed how dry my vagina was; with so much pain, how could it possibly be wet? I didn't enjoy it at all, desperately thrusting and scraping with his fingers, while I desperately twisted my body, trying to avoid his fingers.
After a round of torment, my husband finally withdrew his fingers from my vagina. He lay on top of me and inserted his thick penis into my vagina, all the way in.
My husband continued his piston-like movements, constantly changing positions. My husband has never been a virgin when it comes to sex, and I often find myself driven to the brink of ecstasy by him. My husband seemed unwilling to stop, and he didn't ejaculate for a long time.
I thought to myself, "Honey, please finish quickly, it really hurts."
To make my husband finish quickly, I pretended to enjoy it immensely, making lewd noises, forcing myself to have an orgasm, and vigorously sucking on his penis with my vagina. Finally, he ejaculated, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
For the next week, everything seemed to return to normal. I went to work as usual, while my husband forgot about saving his company and went out looking for investors to invest in it.
But I had a feeling that the peaceful days wouldn't last long.
The peaceful days were finally coming to an end, and my career as a prostitute began.
Early in the morning, Michael called me into his office.
Michael: "Ivy, you're going to a meeting with me today."
I asked, "What time?"
Michael: "At twelve."
Me: "Is there anything I need to prepare?"
Michael: "No need!"
I started to worry. Although Michael had gone to meetings with me before, I always had a little uneasy feeling, especially after the last incident.
Around midnight, Michael came out and said to me, "Okay!"
After tidying up the documents on my desk, I walked out of the company with my handbag. As soon as I started walking, my heart started pounding with the "clock-clock" sound of my high heels, faster and faster.
When I got to the parking lot, it was so quiet that I thought Michael could hear my heartbeat.
Seeing Michael's BXW reminded me of my husband. He used to have a car of that brand, but now… Just thinking about it made my heart ache.
Once in the car, because I was wearing a short skirt, my entire thigh was exposed. I noticed Michael's gaze flicker towards my thigh, and I subconsciously tugged at the hem of my skirt.
Actually, this action was rather unnecessary; he'd already seen my whole body, so what was a pair of thighs? Perhaps it was just a woman's instinct.
He drove me to a hotel in Happy Valley.
Michael: "Let's go get lunch first."
At the hotel's coffee shop, we ordered two executive lunches, and Michael also ordered two glasses of red wine. We ate and talked, and the topic shifted from work to what happened at the hotel that night.
Michael: "You know what? You actually slept with three men that night. They were senior staff members of an important client of the company."
When I heard him say this, I wasn't surprised at all, probably because I'd already sensed it.
I asked: "Were you involved too?"
Michael didn't answer directly, just smiled.
Me: "Will you keep this a secret for me?"
Michael: "We'll see if you know what's good for you!"
Then Michael took something out of his suit jacket pocket—a hotel room key! He then walked towards the elevator to the upper room. Staring at the key, I didn't know how to react for a moment; I just felt very confused, my mind a constant struggle.
I thought to myself, I've already slept with three men, and I might have been raped by Michael too. Even if I haven't, one more wouldn't matter! I was also worried that Michael would leak what happened to me at the hotel.
In the end, I took the key and took the elevator to my room.
When I entered the room, Michael was showering in the bathroom. Actually, I didn't even know if the person in the bathroom was Michael. I sat on the sofa, not daring to move, just silently waiting for my body to be played with again.
The water stopped, and the person who came out of the bathroom was indeed Michael. Actually, it didn't matter who it was; what was about to happen would be the same. He was shirtless, with only a large white towel wrapped around his lower body.
He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me and saying, "What? If you don't want to do it, you can leave. I can call a lady. Don't waste my time!"
I was silent for a moment, then lowered my head and said, "I'm willing."
Michael: "What?"
I said loudly, "I said I'm willing!"
Michael: "So, are you going to take off your clothes again? Do you want me to help you take them off?"
I turned my back to him and then took off my clothes one by one, until I was only wearing a red bra and underwear.
Michael: "Ivy, you're wearing such sexy underwear today. Did you expect me to mess with you? Just wear it, no need to take it off! Also, put on your high heels."
I followed Michael's instructions, put on my high heels, and prepared to walk to Michael's side.
Suddenly he said to me, "Lie down on the floor!"
I followed his instructions and lay down on the floor, and then he took out a dog collar and leash from somewhere. He put the dog collar around my neck and tightened it so I could barely breathe. Then he fastened a leash to my collar.
He pulled on the leash and dragged me to the edge of the bed, and I clung to him like a female dog. He sat on the edge of the bed, then pulled the leash up, dragging my head to his genitals. I knew exactly what he wanted. Although I didn't want to suck him, he kept pulling on the leash, and I felt like a female dog struggling with her owner. I couldn't fight him; every time he pulled, I almost couldn't breathe.
I unwrapped the towel around his genitals, opened my mouth, and took his penis into my mouth, sucking and spitting it out. I was familiar with oral sex because I had given it to my husband before, but what Michael was asking for was too much for me; simple sucking and spitting wasn't enough for him.
He pressed my head down, trying to shove his entire penis into my mouth, all the way down my throat. Although his penis wasn't enormous, it still made me cough incessantly, my eyes watering. Then a gush of hot fluid shot into my throat, and I had no choice but to swallow it all. This was the first time in my life I had swallowed semen, and I wanted to scream.
Just when I thought it was over, Michael grabbed my leash and dragged me to the bed. He lay down on the bed and wanted me to play cowgirl with him. But because he had just ejaculated, his penis was completely limp and not hard enough to fit inside my vagina.
I could only continue to suck him, hoping it would get hard quickly. After a few minutes of sucking and spitting, it quickly became hard. I didn't expect Michael to recover so quickly.
I took off my underwear and then inserted his entire penis into my vagina. I kept moving my body back and forth, hoping he would ejaculate quickly, but even when I was exhausted, he still hadn't ejaculated.
He turned me over, making me man-on-top, and then thrust into me relentlessly. I lay on the bed like a doll used to satisfy his sexual desires, letting him fuck me until he ejaculated.
I was so exhausted that I fell asleep without realizing it. When I got up, it was already 6 PM. Michael had left, but the dog collar was still around my neck, and I found three thousand dollars near my handbag. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt like a prostitute. At that moment, I cried out, "Why am I so cheap!"
I picked up the three thousand dollars, wanting to tear it to shreds, but thinking of the upcoming bank payments and my daughter's tuition, I put the three thousand dollars away.
I put my clothes back on and left the hotel. For some reason, I even took the dog collar and leash with me; maybe I didn't want the cleaning staff to find them!
The next day, back at the company, everything seemed normal again. Michael worked as usual, and he even assigned me work.
A few peaceful days passed. One day, Michael, as usual, called me into his office. Once inside, he told me to close the door first. In the past, if he asked me to do something more sensitive, like a colleague's salary, he would always ask me to close the door first.
I asked, "What is it?"
Michael: "It's simple."
Then he told me to go to his side. At first, I thought there was something displayed in his notebook that he wanted me to look at, but when I got there, he pointed to his genitals.
I asked, "Is it here?"
Michael: "Is there a problem?"
I hesitated for a moment.
Michael: "If you don't want to, that's fine! I don't like forcing people!"
Perhaps I was too afraid he would reveal my secret, so I actually knelt down, unzipped his pants, took out his penis, and started sucking it. While I was sucking, he continued with his work at the desk, replying to emails and making phone calls.
After a while, suddenly someone knocked on the door. At that moment, I was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. I stopped immediately, but Michael pressed my head down and made me continue, while calling in the colleague who had knocked on the door.
Luckily, I was under the table, and Michael pretended nothing was wrong. I guess my colleague didn't notice me; otherwise, I can't imagine what the consequences would have been. The colleague spoke a few words with Michael and then left. Judging from his voice, he was probably Michael's right-hand man, Sam.
After about thirty minutes, Michael probably felt I was too slow to stimulate him to ejaculate. He pressed my head down and forcefully inserted his penis into my mouth, all the way to my throat. It was so hard; I wanted to scream. Why did I end up like this?
Then he ejaculated. Because I didn't want to soil my suit, I swallowed all the semen. This was the second time I had swallowed Michael's semen. As I was about to stand up and leave, Michael slipped three thousand dollars into my cleavage through the neckline of my white, tight-fitting, low-cut t-shirt.
After leaving his office, I rushed to the bathroom and kept rinsing my mouth with water. Inside the toilet stall, I took the three thousand dollars out from between my breasts. Looking at the money, I couldn't help but weep.
From then on, Michael would make demands of me every now and then. Sometimes I would go to a hotel under the pretense of going to a meeting, and sometimes I would perform oral sex on him in his office. After each time, my bank account would have an extra two or three thousand dollars. Besides being his personal secretary, I also became his personal prostitute at his beck and call.
Later, Michael became bolder and bolder. One time, I was doing my usual work at the company when Michael suddenly called me and asked me to bring a document to the conference room.
When I entered the conference room, there was only Michael inside. As soon as I entered, he pushed me towards the conference table, pressed me down with one hand, made me lie face down on the table, and removed my underwear with the other hand. Without any foreplay, he inserted his penis into my body. Then he pulled my hair with one hand and made me look at the large TV used for video conferences. At that moment, I was stunned. The TV was showing the scene of us having sex.
I tried to look away, but Michael pulled my hair hard again and said, "Look how cheap you are! You slut, I'm going to fuck you to death!"
Michael shouted as he thrust into me, and I kept yelling, "No! It hurts!"
After a round of thrusting, he finally ejaculated. He pulled up his zipper, and then he actually stuffed some money into my vagina!
After he left the meeting room, I took the money out of my vagina, and it was all covered in his semen.
Michael's demands on me were no longer limited to my work hours, but also began to affect my personal space.
One Sunday, after my husband and I had breakfast, I was going to take my daughter to the music school for her piano lesson when Michael suddenly called me and told me to go braless and wear the same semi-transparent white shirt from last time to his house.
Me: "I'm busy today!"
Michael: "Fine! You know your own business!"
Me: "Wait, let me arrange it, I'll call you back later."
I lied to my husband, saying I had some urgent business at work and asked him to take our daughter to her piano lesson. I immediately went home to change, calling Michael on the way to say I'd come to his house as soon as possible.
Back home, I immediately took off my bra and undershirt and changed into the outfit I'd asked for a raise in that day. Because the white shirt was too sheer, my entire breasts were showing, so I just threw on a coat and rushed out the door. On the street, I felt like everyone was staring at my chest.
Finally, I arrived at Michael's house. His house was in Mid-Levels, Central, with a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the entire Victoria Harbour, even my apartment complex.
As soon as he opened the door, he pushed me against the window, roughly removed my coat, and made me bend over, bracing myself against the glass. Then he immediately penetrated me. It hurt so much I almost screamed. His hands, through my white shirt, relentlessly fondled my breasts, kneading them until they were round and flat.
Looking at my home through the glass window, while my lower body was being repeatedly penetrated, tears streamed down my face, and my home began to blur in my vision.
Perhaps Michael had grown tired of me; his demands on me became less frequent, and he hadn't raped me in the past three weeks. On one hand, I was relieved to be free from this torment, but on the other hand, I was facing financial problems. Without Michael's "funding," one day Michael called me into his office as usual. As I wondered if it was going to be the same old story,
he said to me, "Remember Vivian?"
I replied, "Sure!"
Vivian was a former top saleswoman at the company, resigned about six months ago, and was quite beautiful and fit.
Michael: "Do you know why she used to be a top salesperson?"
Me: "She wasn't..."
Michael: "She was!"
Michael: "The three clients you served at the hotel last time were actually Vivian's accountant. They were about to sign a single deal, but she said she wanted to resign, which infuriated her! Then you came to me saying you needed the money, so I didn't call you to replace her. So you don't have to pay back that money; it's what you deserve."
Then Michael took a document and a box from the drawer. Michael told me the document was an insurance contract worth over ten million. The client was originally Vivian; all the details had been agreed upon, except for the contract to be signed.
Me: "You want me to sign it?"
Michael: "It's your decision, but if you agree to sign it, you'll get a considerable commission. However, you know, the client has some requirements!"
Me: "Let me think about it!"
Michael: "Fine! I've found another one. I thought it would be better for you since you need the money. There are plenty of salespeople out there; I'll ask anyone."
Me: "Wait, I'll go!"
Michael handed me a contract and a box, saying the box was a gift for the client.
I went to the restroom to touch up my makeup and then set off. The client's surname was Yang, and his company was located on a high floor of the IFC Tower 2 in Central. When I arrived at the IFC, my heart suddenly started racing. Although I was mentally prepared, I was still very scared when it actually happened. Mr.
Yang's company was beautifully and luxuriously decorated. His secretary came out and led me to his office. I never expected his secretary to be so beautiful, and quite sexy too. She wore a tight-fitting short skirt with a thigh-high slit, revealing almost her entire long, slender leg as she walked. Furthermore, she had deliberately left one button undone on her blouse, almost exposing her entire breast.
As I walked towards his office, I noticed people around me giving me strange looks, sizing me up, some even whispering. I felt like a work of art being appraised. My intuition told me they seemed to know what I was about to do with Mr. Yang.
Entering Mr. Yang's office, I found it enormous, easily thousands of square feet, offering a panoramic view of Victoria Harbour.
There was also a large sofa in the office—could this be the place where I would later be humiliated?
I greeted Mr. Yang first: "Mr. Yang, hello."
Yang: "Haha! Michael was right about the introduction, she's even more beautiful than Vivian, but I wonder what her figure is like?"
Caught off guard by his sudden question, I didn't know how to react. I just stood there, frozen in place, as if time had stood still.
I composed myself and said to Mr. Yang, "I understand what you mean. Please have your secretary leave."
Mr. Yang replied, "I always like to listen to Eunice's opinions. Say what you want, do what you want, and if you don't like it, just leave!"
I stammered, "You..."
I knew Mr. Yang was deliberately trying to humiliate me, but at this point, I had no choice but to accept it. I stood in front of Mr. Yang and began to remove the clothes I was wearing, one by one, while his secretary, Eunice, watched with her cold, beautiful gaze.
I undressed, piece by piece, until I was completely naked, except for the strappy high heels I was still wearing.
Yang: "Haha! Not bad, not bad! More fit than Vivian, just the right size. Eunice, what do you think?"
Eunice: "Okay! I didn't expect your breasts to be as big and firm as mine, but your buttocks are a little bigger, which is acceptable!"
Hearing Yang's secretary's evaluation of me, I really wanted to cry.
After a round of pointing and whispering, Yang told me to put my clothes back on. I thought Yang was just letting me off the hook like that? Just when I was feeling smug, thinking the matter was over, Yang said, "Everyone's hungry! Let's go out for lunch and talk again."
I had no idea what Yang was up to, but I knew I wouldn't feel good when I got back that afternoon.
Yang took me to a private club in Central, and his secretary Eunice came along too. I thought it was just a normal business lunch, but it turned out this was also part of the humiliation. They treated me like I wasn't even human, not even as good as a prostitute. I never thought there would be such a horrible place in Hong Kong!
As soon as we entered, the waiter said to Mr. Yang, "Hmm? Mr. Yang, I believe what you're referring to today is me, something different!"
Mr. Yang: "Haha! You have a good eye! You've tried so many mushroom chicken dishes, why not try some local chicken for a change?"
Hearing this, I felt a chill run down my spine.
Strangely, Mr. Yang and his secretary went in with the waiter from before, while I was led to another room by a different waitress. Even stranger, that room had a shower. The person who led me to the room told me to take off my clothes and shower. I wondered if it was a spa treatment, but Mr. Yang had no reason to be so nice to me; I couldn't understand it at all. At this point, I had no choice but to follow instructions. I took off all my clothes and soaked in the bathtub. The shower gel smelled so good! It made me feel lightheaded.
After showering, I realized that all my clothes were gone! I was terrified at that moment. But in the room, there was a large wooden table, shaped like the wooden racks used for serving sashimi in sushi restaurants, but with a steel ring at each of the four corners.
The waitress told me to lie down on the table, and although I hesitated, I did as she said. Then she took out a thick hemp rope and tried to tie my hands to the steel rings. I immediately resisted and shouted, "What are you trying to do?"
Several men rushed in and held down my hands and feet, rendering me immobile, and then let the waitress tie my hands and feet to the steel rings. Finally, one of the men circled the thick hemp rope around my breasts and then tightened it, causing my breasts to swell and throb! Because it was tied so tightly, besides the pain, even breathing was a little difficult.
At that moment, I felt like a fish on a chopping board, completely at their mercy. I was terrified, and my breasts rose and fell with my rapid breathing. I yelled, "What do you want? Let me go now!"
The waitress said, "You'd better lie down and sleep. Mr. Yang will let you go after he finishes his meal."
Then a man wearing a chef's hat, who looked like a chef, came in carrying a box. He opened the box and placed the contents on me piece by piece. At first, I didn't know what they were, I just knew they were very cold. Then he placed something on my breast; they were slices of sashimi. He filled my breasts with those red tuna sashimi. Because the sashimi was so cold, my nipples hardened.
Almost every inch of my skin was covered in sashimi. Then he told me to open my mouth and put a cup-shaped object into it, followed by pouring soy sauce into the cup. Just
when I thought it was over, the most painful moment came. Something was being inserted into my vagina. I didn't know what it was, I just knew it was very thick. The chef kept pushing it in and in until he couldn't insert it any further. I tried to force it out, but it was too deep, so I had to give up. That feeling of being forced was really uncomfortable!
Slowly, I got used to it. For some reason, my vagina involuntarily started sucking on it, and it gave me a very comfortable feeling. I even forgot the pain in my chest from being bound by the thick rope.
Then everyone else left the room. A little while later, Mr. Yang and Eunice came in.
As soon as Mr. Yang saw me, he said, "Haha! Not bad, not bad! It's practically a work of art! Eunice, what do you think?"
Eunice: "Okay! It's arranged quite nicely."
Hearing them say that, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore, and they kept flowing from my eyes! But they ignored me and even took several pictures of me.
They picked up pieces of the sashimi spread on me and ate them, even adding sauce from the cup in my mouth. Some soy sauce dripped onto my face, but they seemed not to see it and didn't wipe it away, treating me like an inanimate object!
Yang: "Haha! Truly a delicacy! The fresh sashimi combined with the slight warmth of a woman's body is a perfect match!"
As they ate, the conversation turned to my body. Yang used his chopsticks to "expose" my breasts, saying, "Haha! These breasts are so soft and bouncy!"
Eunce pinched my nipple with his chopsticks, saying, "Look how hard they are!"
He then pinched it harder with his chopsticks. Although it hurt, I couldn't scream because my mouth was stuffed with a cup; I could only make gurgling sounds from my throat.
When the sashimi on my body was almost completely eaten, I suddenly felt someone pull the thing that had been inserted into my vagina. It was Yang! He didn't pull it out immediately, but pulled it out a little and then put it back in, repeating this dozens of times while constantly twisting it. I was in excruciating pain, cold sweat pouring down my face.
Finally, he pulled it out completely, and I saw that it was a thick, long banana!
Because it had been inside my vagina for so long, the entire banana was covered in my vaginal fluid, and I could feel that my vagina still couldn't close, remaining wide open.
Mr. Yang peeled the banana and then told his secretary to remove the cup from my mouth.
As soon as the cup was removed, I immediately screamed wildly, "You guys are perverts! Let me go!" As
soon as I finished speaking, Mr. Yang shoved the entire banana into my mouth.
Mr. Yang: "Haha! We're full, it's your turn!"
Then they left the room, and the others came in to clean the sashimi off my body and the banana from my mouth, then untied me and let me take a shower to clean myself. Tears streamed down my face as I showered.
After I finished showering, Mr. Yang took me back to his office.
Me: "Mr. Yang, you should have had enough fun by now. Can you sign a contract for me?"
Mr. Yang: "Haha! Sure, sure! You sign the contract first."
I took a contract out of my briefcase and was about to sign it when Mr. Yang stopped me.
Yang: "I won't use this pen to sign."
Me: "Then which one?"
Yang: "Didn't Michael give me a gift?"
I took the box out of my handbag and handed it to Yang. He opened the box, and inside was a very thick fountain pen.
Yang: "Haha! It's beautiful! I want you to sign with this pen, but not with your hand..."
I didn't understand what he meant at first, but I noticed his gaze was fixed on my genitals.
He actually wanted me to insert that fountain pen into my vagina and then sign the contract!
Me: "You're dreaming! I won't do that!"
Yang: "Okay! Fine then! Please leave!"
I was unwilling to give up. I was just one step away. Since he had already humiliated me so much, what did this matter?
I pulled up my skirt, took off my underwear, took the pen from Yang's hand, and slowly inserted it into my vagina. The pen was hard and cold. I kept pushing it in until only a small part of the nib was sticking out. Afraid it would fall out of my vagina, I had to clench it tightly with my vaginal muscles.
Me: "Are you satisfied now!"
Yang: "Haha! Well done!"
Yang placed an ink bottle on the ground and told me to squat down and add ink, then sign the contract. After much effort, I finally drew a few strokes on the contract, which counted as a signature!
Then he told me to lie on the ground and keep spinning the pen still inside my vagina, playing with it in and out.
Yang: "Haha! I didn't expect so much fluid, this is really fun."
Me: "It hurts! How long are you going to play!"
He slapped me: "Shut up! I'll play as long as I want! Who told you to make a sound!"
He frantically stirred the pen, like he was stirring flour, making me feel like I was dying. As he stirred the pen, my vaginal fluid kept flowing. He suddenly pulled the pen out and shoved his penis in hard, and I immediately let out a scream. He fucked me frantically, and I just lay there quietly, tears streaming down my face. Finally, he ejaculated, and as he pulled his penis out, a few drops of semen dripped onto the contract. Mr. Yang signed the contract with his still-wet pen and then told me to leave.
Looking at the semen-stained contract, my heart ached, but the tears had already flowed and wouldn't fall anymore!
Ever since I helped Michael sign the contract with Mr. Yang, every two or three months, he would use me—or rather, use my body—to complete transactions, and I would earn what I wanted…money. Although my husband's business still wasn't doing well, I could finally buy my favorite designer handbags and have delicious executive lunches at upscale restaurants.
One day, Michael asked me to accompany him to Macau on business. Although I knew it wouldn't be a simple business trip, I agreed under duress and enticement. But I never expected Michael to treat me like this. He handed me several bags and told me to bring them to the pier the next day. I opened the bag and found, besides the sexy lingerie, a designer mini dress with a crisscross design at the chest, and a pair of over-the-knee boots with heels over 5 inches high and a snug fit. The undershirt was a t-back style, which I've always disliked. I tried buying one once, but it was so uncomfortable I never wore it again. The bra was specifically designed for low-cut and backless tops. Looking at
the bag, I was worried about what to do with it. If I took it home, my husband would definitely find it, and I wouldn't know how to explain it to him. Suddenly, I remembered there was a large locker at my yoga studio, so I put the bags in the locker before going home.
On the day I left for Macau, I went to the studio early in the morning, did a yoga class, and took a shower.
I changed into the lingerie, form-fitting dress, and long boots Michael gave me. Because the boots were a tight-fitting design and half a size smaller than my usual size, it took me quite a while to put them on. Looking in the mirror, I was shocked; most of my cleavage was exposed, and the hem of the dress barely covered my buttocks. I felt like a completely different person. Even the receptionist at the club asked me why I was dressed so sexy, and I could only laugh and reply that I was going to a ball that night.
Because the boots were over-the-knee and the shoes were narrow, and my heels were high, I almost couldn't walk in them. And dressed so sexily, I knew I'd get stares on the street, so I decided to take a taxi to the pier. On the way, I noticed the taxi driver constantly glancing at me in the rearview mirror. There was a picture in the upper right corner that I believe showed my entire thigh. I instinctively tugged at my skirt, but it was too short, and it was a one-piece design. Pulling it up revealed a large portion of my chest – I was worried about the lower part, but not the upper.
I arrived at the Macau Ferry Terminal on time, but Michael wasn't there. I stood there for a long time, constantly being stared at with strange looks. Even more outrageous, several men came up to me one after another asking about my price. I never expected such a thing to happen at the Macau Ferry Terminal! Suddenly, I felt like a prostitute standing on the street.
Michael finally appeared, and he even asked me what I had said to those men. It turned out he had arrived earlier! He had just watched from afar as I was humiliated.
At first, I thought I was taking a ferry to Macau, but it turned out Michael had chartered a helicopter. This was my first time in a helicopter, and it was incredibly exciting. But what happened on the plane was even more thrilling, something I'll never forget!
Once on the plane, Michael took a small object out of his bag. At first, I didn't know what it was. He pulled up my skirt, reached inside, slightly pulled down my thong, parted my labia, and quickly inserted it into my vagina. I was startled.
I asked him what it was, and he replied, "You'll see in a moment."
Then I felt something vibrating inside my vagina, faster and faster. He had inserted a vibrating egg! I said to him, "Take it out quickly!"
Michael: "Is it uncomfortable?"
Me: "It's uncomfortable!"
I tried to reach under my skirt to take the vibrating egg out myself. Michael immediately tied my hands behind my back. At that moment, I could only let the vibrating egg vibrate violently inside me.
My husband had also wanted to buy me a vibrating egg, saying it would enhance the pleasure of sex. But after I called him a pervert, he gave up the idea. He never imagined that a man other than my husband would insert it into my vagina. I kept twisting my genitals and contracting my vagina, hoping to force the vibrating egg out, but I unconsciously entered a state of ecstasy. I didn't even realize the helicopter had arrived in Macau. After
Michael untied me, I needed his help to disembark smoothly, partly because the boots were too high, and partly because the vibrating egg was still inside my vagina, making it difficult to walk. Plus, I felt a little dizzy. After arriving in Macau, Michael took me to a high-class Portuguese restaurant for lunch. There weren't many customers in the restaurant, but as soon as we entered, my sexy clothes and tall figure immediately made me the center of attention, and the vibrating egg still inside my vagina made me very uncomfortable. We were seated in a relatively central location, with several other tables nearby.
After ordering, Michael shifted his gaze to my chest and asked, "Do you have that bra?"
I replied, "Yes!"
Michael: "Let's show you."
I immediately recalled a scene from a movie I'd seen before. I remembered my husband asking me if I were the female lead and would do this, and I confidently answered him, "Definitely not!"
But when it actually happened, I gave Michael a resounding "Nonsense! I would never do that! You're dreaming!"
Michael: "Okay!"
Then I felt the vibrating egg inside my vagina, the frequency increasing steadily. It made me break out in a cold sweat.
I gasped for breath and yelled at Michael, "Stop it already!"
Michael: "You're here for this show, so I'm stopping it!"
Me: "You jerk!"
So that's why Michael bought this dress for me. Actually, all I had to do was gently lift the fabric at my chest, and my entire bra would be revealed to him.
It was so painful! The vibrating egg was vibrating faster and faster, I really couldn't take it!
I finally gave in. I quickly pulled up the fabric covering my left breast and said to him, "I saw it!"
Michael: "Sorry, too fast, I couldn't see it."
Me: "You..."
I had to do it again. This time, after pulling it up, I didn't let go immediately.
Me: "I saw it!"
I noticed that everyone around me was looking at me. Just then, the waiter brought over our food order, and he was also stunned by my actions.
Michael: "That bra fits perfectly, it looks great on you." Me: "Have you seen enough?"
Michael: "Okay!"
Michael turned down the frequency of the vibrator, but it was still vibrating. I felt my entire undershirt was wet. I couldn't taste any food for lunch.
After lunch, we went to check in at the Westin Hotel. This was my first time there, and the hotel was really beautiful and grand!
The frontdesk employee kept looking me up and down, and I felt like a prostitute. What I was doing was no different from what a prostitute was doing. Thinking about this, I wanted to cry out. For some reason, I suddenly gripped Michael's hand tightly and moved closer to him. Maybe it gave me a little sense of security, or maybe I wanted people to think we were a couple.
As soon as we entered the room, Michael said, "You've held back for so long, let me release first."
He pushed me onto the bed and frantically stripped off my dress, bra, and undershirt, quickly pulling the vibrator out of my vagina.
When the vibrator was pulled out, I involuntarily cried out. Finally free from the torment of that vibrator, just when I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief, a thick penis was inserted into my vagina—a penis that was both familiar and strange!
Michael thrust wildly, and I was driven to the brink of ecstasy. My vagina made constant squelching sounds.
Suddenly, my cell phone rang. Michael handed the phone to me and continued his thrusting.
It was my husband calling, and my heart suddenly raced.
He asked, "Honey, have you arrived in Macau yet?"
I gasped, "Yes!"
He asked, "Why are you breathing so fast?"
I nervously replied, "I need to get to my meeting!"
He asked, "Have you eaten?"
His barrage of questions and concerns continued as Michael's penis thrust in and out of my vagina, while my husband uttered sweet nothings.
But I couldn't hear a word of his affection; the stimulation from my genitals made it impossible for me to concentrate on the call. All I could think about was him hanging up quickly so I wouldn't give myself away. I stole a glance at Michael; he gave me a sly smile and increased the force of his thrusts.
I couldn't hold back any longer; I was about to let out a wanton moan!
I gasped for breath and told my husband, "I have to go to a meeting! I'll call you later."
As soon as I hung up, I let out an involuntary moan, and soon after, Michael ejaculated inside me!
Michael lay on top of me to rest, his erect penis still inside me, until after a while it softened and slowly withdrew. He turned over, told me to take a shower, and handed me a bag, instructing me to wear my undergarments and put on heavy makeup afterward. He said we were attending a formal banquet that night.
I got up, the semen still flowing down my thighs, so I rushed into the bathroom, ignoring what Michael had given me in the bag.
After showering, I took the bag out of Michael's hand and was startled. At first, I thought it was just some sexy lingerie. But strictly speaking, this wasn't a set of clothes or lingerie! It was a rope garment made of thin leather straps. I had seen similar outfits on AV actresses in the ones my husband showed me. But when I held this rope garment, I had no idea how to put it on.
I forced myself to put it on, pulling it left and right, until I finally managed to get it on. The rope garment only had one thin strap at the bottom, which dug right into my labia, making me very uncomfortable. My breasts were pushed up high.
As I was looking in the mirror, gazing at my body wrapped in the rope garment, there was a sudden knock on
the door. Michael knocked and said, "Are you ready? If you don't know how to put it on, I can help you!"
I nervously replied, "Okay! I'm putting on makeup! Wait a little longer!"
I struggled internally as I put on makeup. Should I just go out wearing this rope garment? No, what else could I do now?
I walked out of the bathroom, and Michael's gaze immediately fell on me.
Michael: "You really are a sexy stunner! I didn't expect you to fit so well."
Michael walked towards me and then told me to turn around. As I was wondering what he was going to do, he tightened the leather strap around my back, and I immediately cried out, "Ah!"
The tightening made my breasts bounce higher and appear fuller, but it also made it a little difficult to breathe and caused some pain.
Michael told me to put my knee-length boots back on and then gave me a wet-wet tunic. I wore the wet-wet tunic, with only the rope garment underneath, and followed Michael to a VIP room in the hotel casino. As I walked, the leather strap digging into my labia constantly rubbed against my labia and clitoris, and the tight boots made my steps unsteady and unnatural. I almost fell several times, but thankfully Michael was there to support me.
Besides the sexy female dealer in the VIP room, there were three middle-aged men in outdated suits, clearly nouveau riche from mainland China. As soon as we entered, their eyes immediately turned to us. For some reason, I felt startled and immediately gripped Michael's hand tightly.
Michael pulled me to sit opposite the three men. As soon as I sat down, a sharp pain shot through my labia, because the tight-fitting dress sank deeper into my groin.
I involuntarily let out a soft "Ah!"
I believe Michael knew the three men, because after we sat down, he exchanged pleasantries with them. Then they began their betting game.
Michael seemed to be the dealer, betting against the three of them, and the stakes were high. At first, Michael had some wins and losses, but gradually the situation reversed rapidly, and Michael lost several rounds in a row. In the end, Michael almost ran out of chips.
One of the mainland Chinese men said to Michael in Mandarin, "Mr. Zhang, you've almost lost all your money."
Michael thought for a moment and then replied in Mandarin, "I still have one bet left." Then, all three mainland Chinese men turned to look at me. Could it be that Michael intended to treat me as…? The thought immediately startled me. Suddenly, Michael told me to stand up and then said to the three mainland Chinese men, "You can take a look at the counter first."
Michael unbuttoned my wet and dry jacket one button at a time until the entire garment was revealed. I could only stand there, dumbfounded, like a doll in a boutique window, at their mercy. After my wet and dry jacket was removed, the female dealer and the three mainland Chinese men stared in disbelief.
Michael said, "If I lose this hand, she belongs to you all tonight, and you can enjoy her to your heart's content; conversely, if I win, all the money on your table belongs to me. What do you say?"
After considering for a while, the three mainlanders all said in unison, "Okay!"
I kept trembling, desperately hoping that Michael would win this hand, otherwise, when the female dealer started dealing the cards, I would just stand there, not daring to move, wearing only that rope dress and those knee-high boots.
Finally, the thing I least wanted happened: Michael lost. The three mainlanders immediately gave me lewd smiles. I looked at Michael with great reluctance and whispered to him, "I don't want to be with them!"
Although this wasn't the first time I had been humiliated, these three mainlanders really made me feel nauseous. The others, while not exactly handsome, were at least CEOs or senior employees of companies; but these three were just nouveau riche with a rustic air.
But at this point, what could Michael possibly say? He draped the wet coat back over me, as if rewrapping a gift. Then he dragged me to the three mainlanders, handed me and a bag to them, and said, "The stuff in this bag will give you a good time tonight."
I clung to Michael's hand, refusing to let go, but he ripped it off and placed me in the rough hands of an older man, about fifty years old and slightly overweight. The thought of his hands caressing my tender skin sent chills down my spine.
The man dragged me away hastily, with the other two men close behind. As we left the VIP room, I looked back at Michael with pleading eyes, hoping he would change his mind, but he didn't even glance at me. Tears instantly filled my eyes, blurring my vision; I could only follow the man dragging me.
Once inside the elevator, one of the men pinched my buttocks and said, "She's very fertile! Maybe she'll give us a chubby, healthy baby."
Then they burst into laughter. At that moment, I felt worse than a prostitute.
As soon as we entered the hotel room, they immediately stripped me of my clothes, as excitedly as if unwrapping a gift—or rather, even more excited. One of the men squeezed my breasts and said, "Very bouncy!"
The other two, hearing this, curiously played with my breasts like children playing with their new toys.
Then the older one opened the bag Michael had given him and took out what was inside. Seeing it terrified me, but they were excited. It was a gag with an opening at the mouth! I had seen it in the porn my husband showed me before; it was a terrifying thing. I never imagined I was about to use it myself!
They immediately put it on me. I tried to resist, but with the combined strength of the three of them, I was eventually gagged. After being gagged, my mouth could no longer close.
The older man forced me to kneel down, then shoved his penis forcefully into my mouth. A stench of body odor immediately assaulted my nostrils, making me feel nauseous. I tried to spit it out, but he forcefully pressed my head down, then thrust it deeper and deeper, all the way to my throat. I tried to push him away, but my hands were immediately grabbed by the other two men. They
took turns holding my hands and inserting their penises into my mouth. When they were tired of my mouth, they would penetrate my vagina; when they were tired of my vagina, they would penetrate my mouth. This continued all night, their penises constantly going in and out of my mouth and vagina. I lost count of how many times I was raped; I only know that I swallowed a lot of fishy, foul-smelling semen, my vagina filled to the brim with it, constantly overflowing from the opening.
After a whole night of rape, they got tired of playing and let me go. It was almost six in the morning.
I dragged my weary body back to Michael's hotel room. Michael was sleeping in bed with two naked blonde women. For some reason, I suddenly felt angry and heartbroken. I angrily packed my belongings and took a ferry back to Hong Kong alone, secretly sobbing on the boat.
Back in Hong Kong, I couldn't calm down for a long time. I took several days of sick leave from work. During these days off, I thought it over and decided to leave Michael. My worst-case scenario was to have my husband file for bankruptcy, apply for government assistance, and start over. I'm capable; I don't believe I can't find a job!
Back at the company, I handed Michael my resignation letter. His face darkened, and he handed me a DVD, telling me to watch it before making a decision. Actually, I knew what was on the DVD even before watching it. But driven by curiosity, I secretly watched it during lunchtime. I desperately hoped the DVD didn't contain what I imagined, but unfortunately, there's always a gap between ideals and reality. The DVD contained footage of me having sex with three foreign men, as well as footage of Michael raping me in the conference room last time.
After lunch, Michael called me into his office.
Michael: "Have you finished watching the DVD?"
Me: "Yes!"
Michael: "Are you planning to resign again?"
Me: "You're so despicable!"
Michael: "Actually, why do you want to resign? Because of the Macau incident?"
I didn't say anything, and Michael continued: "I'm very sorry! I didn't want what happened in Macau either. Actually, I'm heartbroken, but I lost so much money back then, and I wanted to win it all back."
Suddenly, Michael came over and hugged me, and I was startled by his action.
Michael whispered gently in my ear, "We've worked together for so long, I really miss you. I hope you can stay by my side."
Michael held me tighter and tighter, kissing my neck. My whole body immediately went limp, and I leaned against him. Time seemed to stand still; all around was silent, except for the sound of our heartbeats and breathing.
Michael broke the silence: "I know your husband's business is facing some financial problems. If you stay, I can find people to invest in your husband's company."
Hearing this, my heart softened, and I completely forgot what had happened in Macau. In the end, I decided to stay by Michael's side, ostensibly as his secretary, but secretly as his tool for sexual gratification and making money. I couldn't tell if it was out of love for my husband or because Michael gave me a sense of security.
Michael kept his promise and found some people to invest in my husband's company. Of course, my husband didn't know that Michael was the one who arranged it all. My husband's company's financial problems were finally temporarily relieved.
Days passed like this, and I lost count of how many men I'd slept with, including Michael, of course. Luckily, none of my partners were the type I disliked; I'm sure Michael had chosen them! I was like a high-class call girl, and slowly I got used to this life.
Soon, the company's anniversary dinner arrived. As the secretary, I always participated in the planning, and this year was no exception. But this year I had an additional role, one I'll never forget, and one that made me determined to leave Michael.
On the night of the anniversary dinner, as usual, I dressed meticulously, striving to present my best self. Midway through the banquet, Michael suddenly pulled me away from the banquet hall. Michael: "Ivy, I need your help with something."
Me: "What is it?"
Michael: "In the past, I would arrange a gift for the male colleagues who met the sales target at the anniversary banquet."
Me: "What gift?"
Michael: "What kind of gift do you think would be most attractive to all the male colleagues?"
I remained silent, but I knew in my heart what Michael meant by the gift. Michael continued: "I had originally arranged for a high-class prostitute to serve my brothers tonight, but she backed out at the last minute, and I couldn't find a second one in the rush."
Me: "You don't want to use me..."
Michael: "Yes!"
Me: "I don't want them to know that I'm presentable."
Michael: "Don't worry! I've made arrangements for you. They won't know it's you. You'll just be sleeping there, letting them vent their frustrations. Look, they're all so drunk, they're all asleep in the room! They're completely oblivious to what's going on. I'll pick you up a little later."
Hearing Michael say this, my heart softened, and I nodded in agreement. Once in the room, Michael first had me take off all my clothes, then put them in a large bag. Next, he took out a black leather hood and put it on me. The hood only revealed my eyes, nostrils, and mouth, and had a lock at the back; once fastened, the hood couldn't be removed.
After putting the hood on me, Michael also tied a red ribbon around my neck. After making sure the hood wouldn't be removed, he left with the large bag. I was left alone, naked, in the hotel room. I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at myself in the mirror, tears welling up in my eyes. I don't know how long I waited, but then I heard a commotion outside the door, and I could vaguely hear the shouts of Sammichael's henchmen. I knew my ordeal was about to begin.
They opened the door and came in—more than ten people, all of them my familiar colleagues. The room was immediately filled with the smell of alcohol, along with extremely lewd and humiliating words: "Wow! So hot!"
, "Her breasts are so big!"
, "I'll fuck her tonight!"
, "Wearing that hood, she looks so SM!"
Their hands kept caressing my body; some grabbed my breasts, and some inserted their fingers into my vagina, thrusting in and out. They then put my hands behind my back and covered them with a glove—the same glove I'd seen in a Hong Kong Category III film, I think it was called "Barefoot Horror," the kind used to bind Leung X. It covered both my forearms.
Their penises kept going in and out of my vagina and mouth. After ejaculating, they kept drinking. Everyone gradually entered a state of frenzy, while my consciousness, due to exhaustion, gradually faded. My vagina was numb with pain.
Suddenly, a cold sensation brought me back to my senses. They poured the leftover liquor over me, then licked my body and sucked on my nipples. The tingling sensation made me writhe, which only fueled their bestiality. They continued thrusting into my vagina and mouth, ejaculating repeatedly. Finally, they shoved a bottle of liquor into my vagina. I tried to resist, but they grabbed my legs, spread them wide, and turned me upside down, head down, before pouring the entire bottle of liquor into my vagina. The liquor kept flowing in, while tears streamed from my eyes. When they released me, the liquor continued to flow from my vagina, and my tears dried up.
I was so exhausted that I fell asleep without realizing it.
Suddenly, I felt someone kiss my lips, waking me from my sleep. I opened my eyes; it was Michael, and everyone else in the room had left.
Michael removed my hood and gloves, and I immediately hugged him tightly and cried out.
Michael comforted me, "I'm sorry, I didn't know they would go so crazy." Then he took a box out of his pocket and gave it to me. I opened it and saw that it was a diamond ring, which I believe is at least two carats.
After crying for a while, I went to the bathroom to shower, and after getting dressed, Michael drove me home.
It was almost six o'clock in the morning when I got home.
Michael gave me a few days off, and after the holiday, I returned to the company as usual. I was worried that my male colleagues might know that I was the woman who was violated that night. Fortunately, everything was normal, and I didn't seem to be recognized by them. There was only one person, Sam, who often looked at my sensitive areas with strange eyes, and would intentionally or unintentionally pat my shoulder, and even gently stroke my back.
My intuition told me that he seemed to know that I was the person from that night. Finally, by chance, this incident came to light, leading me to decide to leave Michael. One night, I had already left the office, but because I forgot some things, I went back.
When I returned to the company, all my colleagues had left. But seeing that Michael's office light was still on, I impulsively decided to give him an office sex session. But as I approached his office, I overheard his conversation with Sam.
Sam: "Michael, thanks a lot for last time, Ivy is really hot."
Michael: "Don't mention it, we're brothers, we all play together when there's a girl."
Sam: "How about I play with Ivy a few more times?"
Michael: "You rascal, you're addicted, I've given her to you!"
Sam: "Are you willing to give her up?"
Michael: "I, Michael, have plenty of women. What's Ivy compared to me!"
Hearing this, my heart ached, and tears streamed down my face. I ran away from the office and wandered aimlessly through the streets, Michael and Sam's conversation replaying in my mind. Suddenly, the sound of a car horn startled me awake. I had almost been hit by a car.
The person inside got out—it was Yang!
Yang: "Aren't you Michael's subordinate? Aren't you Ivy?"
I nodded and immediately shouted, not sure if it was from shock or the feeling of being betrayed by Michael.
Yang comforted me and helped me to his car. He took me to a fancy restaurant in a hotel.
And there I told him everything about Michael and me. I don't know why I told him these things; maybe I just wanted someone to confide in, to vent my humiliation.
I told Yang I really wanted to leave Michael, and unexpectedly, he said he was willing to help me, on the condition that I do three things for him. I asked him what it was about, and he only replied that he would tell me later, and that it was fine if I didn't agree. I knew in my heart that it wouldn't be anything good, but I still agreed in the end.

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