The story of being gang raped

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I felt incredibly frustrated. Inside my own car, my hands were tightly bound to the steering wheel, and my legs were pinned together, leaving me motionless to stare at what was happening on the hood of a car outside the windshield. There, my wife, Zhu Chenhong, was being gang-raped by three strange men!

The leather straps securing my wrists to either side of the steering wheel, which had been around my waist, were now so tightly wrapped they were digging into my skin. Another leather strap, studded with rhinestones, was tied around my ankles—clearly torn from Zhu Chenhong's jeans, serving as a restraint.

On this late autumn night, my wife and I were once again experiencing a nightmare.

A large part of my frustration stems from the scene where I'm bound right now, strikingly similar to the position Zhu Chenhong was in when she was molested and raped by her driving instructor, Lao Wu, during her driving lessons that summer. My wife was also bound to the steering wheel of the training car back then; Lao Wu first groped her all over, and only after she was aroused did he gradually take advantage of Zhu Chenhong… Now, I'm in the same predicament, unable to move, and my zipper has been mischievously pulled all the way down, exposing my entire genitals.

I can imagine how shameful I feel in this state; this humiliation is overwhelming me, almost making me faint, but I can't even cry for help or shout, because a piece of black tape is stuck to my mouth, completely stuffing a white pair of briefs into my mouth.

Twenty minutes ago, Zhu Chenhong was wearing these ripped underwear, which had been intact. Naturally, they were brutally torn off by the stranger who was now violently assaulting her. This was the only piece of clothing damaged during the process of stripping my wife naked. Tragically, Zhu Chenhong's bra clasp was the kind that came undone with the slightest twist, making it very easy to remove. At this moment, it was hanging on my wife's shoulder, swinging back and forth against the car window with the rhythm of her body movements.

This was actually related to that damned driving instructor, Lao Wu. After easily raping Zhu Chenhong the first time, this guy lusted after my wife's body and relentlessly harassed her. He clearly had a premeditated plan; he even filmed the entire rape with his phone, deliberately avoiding showing his own face. The footage was full of close-ups of Zhu Chenhong's body, as well as her facial expressions during penetration and forced oral sex. He used this to blackmail Zhu Chenhong, forcing her to go to hotels with him every few days. During sex, Lao Wu had a particular penchant for violence. My wife is a senior executive at her company, earning a considerable income. Her underwear is all designer brands, but Lao Wu always tears it to shreds. She has no choice but to buy underwear that's easy to remove. I once suggested that Zhu Chenhong stop wearing underwear when she sleeps with Lao Wu, but Lao Wu refused, claiming he enjoys the violent process. After much pleading, he agreed to only target her underwear, thus preventing my wife from returning home from the hotel almost naked. However, several times I've seen obvious semen stains on Zhu Chenhong's jeans when she gets home, and it always leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

When Lao Wu has sex with Zhu Chenhong, this lecherous man naturally doesn't want to wear a condom. After ejaculating, he casually grabs my wife's ripped jeans to wipe his penis, leaving semen stains that, in my eyes, are a cruel mockery—"Heh, I've slept with your wife, repeatedly, and you know that? What can you do to me?"

What can I do? Just silently endure it. My wife and I both have respectable jobs. If Lao Wu posts Zhu Chenhong's nude photos of being raped online, I can't even imagine what will happen. Especially those videos of my wife sucking other men's penises; her tightly closed eyes could easily be misinterpreted as her enjoying pleasure. Wouldn't that create the impression that Zhu Chenhong is promiscuous and shameless?

As for calling the police, I don't even dare to think about it; the negative impact would be even greater! Faced with Lao Wu's threats, my wife and I had no choice but to obediently comply. For some reason, over the years, the perverts who have taken advantage of my wife, whether acquaintances or strangers, have all accurately grasped our psychological weakness, making us unable to muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

In 2008, Zhu Chenhong, representing Party A, was framed and gang-raped by Lao Jiang, the owner of a private factory, and his gang. Nude photos were taken of her, marking the beginning of her nightmare. Two years later, she was raped in her own home by a high school classmate, and the rape was also filmed. Soon after, due to my mistake, she was caught in a honey trap, falling into the abyss twice. Zhu Chenhong not only suffered immense humiliation but was also forced into prostitution. Ultimately, it was all because the other party possessed her nude photos and sex videos. I remember that between these two honey traps, my wife went on a business trip to Zhejiang and was tied up and abused by local migrant workers. The fat boss, who personally participated and recorded everything with handheld equipment, concluded: "Manager Zhu, your arrogant personality ruined you. You were afraid of losing face in front of everyone, so you could only let us manipulate you. In this respect, you are not even as good as those street prostitutes!" (For stories of my wife's previous gang rapes, see the earlier installments of the "Stripped Away" series.)

Indeed, no matter how high you stand, what's the use of arrogance when you're stripped naked, tied up like a dumpling, and pushed onto the bed, surrounded by predatory wolves? In this respect, cheap sex workers have absolutely no psychological burden.

They say you can't step into the same river twice, yet we've been repeatedly exploited by our adversaries for the same weakness. Not only Zhu Chenhong, but also I have suffered unimaginable humiliation over the years.

Humiliation has been the theme of Zhu Chenhong's and my lives in recent years. Generally speaking, psychological humiliation has preconditions. For example, a criminal being caught by the police isn't humiliating, but a policeman falling into the clutches of a criminal is. When a smart, brave, and skilled, cool policewoman is bound and raped by a criminal who should be in jail, this situation is called the ultimate humiliation! Similarly, being gang-raped by a contractor while being a high-ranking client, being gang-raped by migrant workers while being a high-level white-collar worker in the city, and being forced into prostitution by people at the bottom of society

while being a high-income earner are all considered extremely humiliating. At this moment, it's 11:15 PM. The time on the dashboard shows that we've been abducted and brought to this auto repair shop for almost half an hour. We had just left my wife's parents' house in Jiading District and were driving home on the outer ring expressway when we were suddenly forced to stop by another car on a dark, poorly lit side road. Three young men with Northeastern accents aggressively accused me of scratching their car and fleeing, demanding an explanation. The problem is, I didn't feel any contact with any car along the way, so I argued a bit, and my wife chimed in, questioning whether they were trying to stage an accident. This immediately angered the three men from Northeast China, and the violence ensued. When they got out of their car and forcefully pulled open my door, I saw the gleaming watermelon knives in their hands. My heart sank instantly. Without a doubt, the claims of a minor collision and a hit-and-run were all excuses to cover up their sinister motives! What

happened next proved my judgment correct. Under the threat of the blades, we were forced to follow their car into a repair shop not far from the scene of the incident. The car in front had only one driver; the other two sat in the back seat of my car, forcing us to follow them with their knives. We drove like this for about a kilometer, seeing almost no pedestrians or other vehicles, with no chance to call for help, until we entered the repair shop's workshop.

The workshop wasn't large, the lighting was dim, and there were no cars being repaired in the few empty spaces. The floor was covered in old, greasy oil, clearly indicating a lack of business. However, I guessed that these three men from Northeast China weren't professional car repairmen, and since there was no one else in the shop, it was most likely a location for their illegal activities.

The man from Northeast China in the back seat ordered me to turn off the engine. The guy from the car in front got out, walked to my passenger side, opened the door, and grabbed my wife's right arm, trying to pull her out of the car. Zhu Chenhong forcefully shook off his hand and simultaneously gripped the door handle tightly, while also reaching her left hand under my arm to prevent him from succeeding. She shouted, "Let go of me! What are you doing?"

Seeing this, I quickly turned around and grabbed my wife's left hand with both hands to prevent her from being pulled out of the car, and shouted back, "Let's talk this out! Why are you resorting to violence?"

However, a knife approached from the back seat, the blade pressed against my neck, and a deep voice came from behind: "Be smart! Let go!"

My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively let go of her hands, watching helplessly as Zhu Chenhong was dragged out of the car.

I thought of calling the police, because if things continued to escalate, the consequences would be unimaginable. These three guys dared to take such a risk in a big city like Shanghai; they were either desperate criminals or had a history of such crimes and were now adept at it. Judging from the fact that they attacked my wife as soon as they entered the factory, they were

most likely after extorting some money. Today, Zhu Chenhong was dressed simply, in a white shirt, a light blue denim jacket, and matching light blue slim-fit jeans. She wore short stockings and high heels. Although she was past her youthful prime, her lightly made-up appearance still exuded the dignified and aloof elegance of a mature and intellectual woman. To be honest, this kind of appearance could easily arouse bad intentions in someone with malicious intent.

In the past few years, I was present twice when Zhu Chenhong was gang-raped, once by her classmate and once by Boss Li. The rest I witnessed through videos or hearsay. Was I about to face the same fate again tonight?

I decided to do something. I deeply regretted turning off the car; otherwise, I could have driven off and found an opportunity to call the police. Could I just fling open the car door and run out? In the dim light, I surveyed the factory layout. It was about twelve or thirteen meters from the vehicle to the factory gate, and roughly the same distance from the factory gate to the roadside gate. The problem was, it was still a quiet road outside, located in a suburban area. How confident was I of shaking off my pursuers? If I couldn't escape, would the perpetrators treat us even more cruelly?

Just as I hesitated, the two guys in the back seat, as if they had known beforehand, took action against me, completely shattering my hopes of a last-ditch effort. One of them continued to hold the knife to my neck, while the other got out of the car and used his hands to restrain me. He used the belt on the spot to neatly and efficiently fasten my hands to the steering wheel. After being tied up, my posture was like that of a novice driver, sitting upright with both hands on the steering wheel. Now, I couldn't even get out of the car!

With my thought of calling the police eliminated, the three guys could finally focus on dealing with Zhu Chenhong. The Northeasterner who had dragged my wife out of the car earlier looked to be only in his early twenties. He was rather small and didn't fit the image of a burly Northeasterner at all. Instead, he looked thin and stunted. While the other two were tying me up, this guy was constantly struggling with Zhu Chenhong, but he didn't gain the upper hand at all. It seemed that the two were evenly matched, and the man couldn't subdue my wife at all. Instead, he was pushed around and staggered repeatedly.

Seeing this, the two men laughed and cursed as they surrounded him, mocking the short man's incompetence in not even being able to handle a woman, while simultaneously helping him. This instantly changed the stalemate.

Actually, the two men who got out of my car weren't particularly strong; they were just slightly muscular. One looked about the same age as the short man who was bothering my wife, and was characterized by his dyed blond hair—a typical "punk" style. The other was older than them, around thirty years old, with tattoos on his arms, though it was unclear whether they were dragons or snakes.

The three men—the short one and the punk—were all dressed in worn-out camouflage uniforms, while the tattooed man wore a wrinkled suit, so greasy it looked like it hadn't been washed in a long time, that its original color was barely visible. Walking outside like that, he really did look like a car mechanic, and you couldn't tell he posed any threat to society. Who would have thought that when night fell, these seemingly honest and law-abiding people would reveal their vicious fangs…

Zhu Chenhong was momentarily distracted when the punk grabbed her from behind and hugged her around the waist. Unfortunately, both of my wife's arms were wrapped in his embrace, instantly giving the short one an opportunity. He leaned in and grabbed one of Zhu Chenhong's high, round breasts, rubbing my wife's right breast through her clothes. Zhu Chenhong was both shocked and furious. She tried desperately to twist her body and break free from the man's embrace, but the disparity in strength made it impossible for her to succeed. The tattooed man, seeing an opportunity, took advantage of her predicament and attacked Zhu Chenhong's left breast. In one fell swoop, my wife's two hemispheres fell into the hands of two strange men. The perverts simultaneously used a kneading motion, shaping Zhu Chenhong's breasts into various forms. The scene was extremely brutal!

Having suffered such humiliation, Zhu Chenhong was not about to give in easily. Although her hands were restrained, her legs were free. She suppressed her shame and kicked and stomped on her attackers. It should be known that kicks from high heels are quite lethal. The short man was kicked several times in a row. Because of the close proximity, the kicks all landed on the front of his shin, a part that is more vulnerable to pain. He became enraged and immediately bent down to catch the kick with his hand. Just then, Zhu Chenhong kicked out, and the short man caught her. Her shin was caught on the punk's elbow, and the punk lifted her up, leaving one leg dangling in the air. The short man held my wife's leg with one hand and suddenly grabbed Zhu Chenhong

's groin with the other, unexpectedly grabbing my wife's inner thigh through her jeans! From the moment she fell into the arms of the pervert, the groping and crotch grabbing followed one after another in a short period of time. During this period, Zhu Chenhong's screams for help were incessant, but they only echoed in the somewhat empty factory. Given the desolation outside, they had no effect on calling for help and only increased the three men's interest.

The short guy, not satisfied with just touching Zhu Chenhong's genitals outside her jeans, roughly forced his hand inside her jeans from her abdomen. With his hands pressed against her skin, Zhu Chenhong clearly began to lose control.

Seeing the short guy enjoying himself, the tattooed man lewdly reminded him, "What's your rush? Strip this bitch naked, the three of us can take our time!"

The punk was the first to respond. He released his embrace, grabbed my wife's denim jacket by the collar from behind, and ripped it off, tossing it to the ground. The tattooed man followed, tearing open Zhu Chenhong's shirt, while the punk worked from behind, expertly loosening my wife's bra as well. With this, Zhu Chenhong's upper body was almost completely naked,

her carefully maintained snow-white skin instantly exposed to the air!

Over the years, Zhu Chenhong, having been gang-raped several times, had become much more open-minded, both physically and psychologically. This wasn't the first time she'd been raped by migrant workers, but the prospect of being stripped naked again was still unbearable for her. I, tied to the car, felt the same way. Even though I found the act of losing

my wife's virginity strangely stimulating, I couldn't help but roar loudly to express my extreme indignation. The three men ignored our simultaneous roars. The tattooed man and the short man developed a strong interest in Zhu Chenhong's breasts, especially her delicate nipples. This time, without clothing to obstruct them, their hands landed directly on her breasts, causing my wife to scream repeatedly, her cries accompanied by uncontrollable moans. Seeing his companions relentlessly fondling Zhu Chenhong's breasts while he was merely holding my wife's arms behind her back, the punk felt cheated and shouted that he wanted to switch places with the two men.

Tattoo, caught up in the moment, wasn't about to back down and impatiently reminded him, "What's there to change? There are plenty of other places to play. This bitch's still got her genitals."

The punk hesitated for a moment and asked, "What if she won't behave if I let go of her hands?"

The short guy glanced at him disdainfully and said indifferently, "Same old rule, tie this bitch's hands and feet up first!"

His words were a wake-up call. The three men temporarily stopped sexually assaulting Zhu Chenhong. Tattoo quickly walked to their car, took out a roll of light-colored thin hemp rope, and the perverts immediately began to bind Zhu Chenhong's hands behind her back, along her wrists, without a word. The roll of hemp rope that Tattoo had taken out contained two ropes. One was used to bind Zhu Chenhong's hands, and the other was used by the short guy to wrap around my wife's ankles, firmly binding her legs as well. The entire binding process was completed in one smooth motion. Judging from the preparation of the rope and the skill of their movements, these three were definitely not doing this for the first time! So, who was the victim last time?

I have no way of knowing who the last woman who was gang-raped was, but without a doubt, this time it must be my wife, Zhu Chenhong! Bound hand and foot, Zhu Chenhong lost her last means of resistance. With her legs tightly bound together, she could barely stand, and could only helplessly allow three strange men to grope and violate her at will.

Not long after falling into the wife-swapping trap, and only two or three months after Coach Wu's forced sexual assault, Zhu Chenhong was once again naked and bound, reduced to a sex object in front of strange men.

This time, the punk rocker went straight to my wife, shamelessly groping her thighs, which were clad in tight jeans, especially lingering on her genitals. With her three most sensitive areas being violated simultaneously, Zhu Chenhong couldn't withstand it for long. Within minutes, she teetered on the edge of ecstasy, her cheeks flushed, her eyes closed, nearly driven to collapse by the arousal.

The short guy had already unbuckled most of the belt on her jeans, and the punk rocker pulled down her waistband, revealing white underwear. He exclaimed in surprise, "This bitch's underwear is all wet!

"

At this, the other two stopped, and the three of them bent down and crowded around Zhu Chenhong's thighs, staring intently at my wife's genitals, discussing as they looked: "I didn't expect this bitch to be so slutty, acting all proper on the surface!"

"Yeah, yeah, she's already this wet before we've even had much fun.

Won't she be overflowing with filth later?" "Hehe, did she pee her pants? Let me feel it... eh? It's sticky, not pee!"

Although she was still wearing her underwear, being stared at, touched, and subjected to vulgar comments made Zhu Chenhong feel utterly ashamed. Yet, the vaginal fluids flowed uncontrollably, defying her will, and the wet patches near her genitals on her white underwear grew larger and more pronounced!

Zhu Chenhong instinctively tried to turn around to avoid the lecherous men's burning, almost tangible gazes. However, the bindings on her feet made her movements clumsy and comical, as she could only turn around by hopping. To make matters worse, her breasts bounced up and down with each hop in her high heels. Perhaps deliberately highlighting my wife's embarrassing situation, the three men didn't stop Zhu Chenhong's actions. Instead, they waited for her to turn around before cheerfully walking up to her and bending down to examine her genitals again. This forced Zhu Chenhong to awkwardly turn to the side again. This happened repeatedly, until Zhu Chenhong was back to square one, still unable to escape the lecherous men's fixed gaze on her inner thighs. She was exhausted and panting, which only drew more laughter from the men.

Faced with the lewd teasing of the perverts, Zhu Chenhong tried to escape by jumping, at least temporarily creating distance between herself and the three strange men. This was futile, offering only psychological comfort. Although jumping with her hands and feet bound was exhausting, Zhu Chenhong was physically fit, thanks to her experience as a member of the university's sprint team.

The tattooed men immediately shattered my wife's expectations. Together, they pulled down Zhu Chenhong's underwear, all the way down to where her jeans had been half-undone. With a frustrated scream, my wife's vulva was completely exposed. Even from nearly seven or eight meters away, I could clearly see the glistening vaginal fluid reflecting off Zhu Chenhong's sparse pubic hair.

Seeing this, I sighed inwardly. Over the years, my wife had been repeatedly gang-raped and subjected to all sorts of defilement, which greatly developed her body. Her level of debauchery was incomparable to what it was before. With just a little teasing, she was already overflowing with lustful fluids. Could this be considered progress?

At this moment, Zhu Chenhong could be described as both extremely disheveled and incredibly sexy. Disheveled because she was almost completely naked, her hands and feet were bound, and all her sensitive and private parts were exposed to the perverts like lambs to the slaughter. Yet, she was equally sexy because she was naked and bound by ropes. Her humiliated expression, fair skin, and the raw desire of her exposed private parts contrasted with her open shirt, her underwear pulled down to her knees, and her jeans. The endless violence reflected an unparalleled sensuality! In this sexy scene, the most striking features were Zhu Chenhong's pair of delicate nipples and the relatively lush pubic hair between her legs.

Undeniably, I was already aroused. Even in such a perilous environment, I couldn't suppress the strange desire that arose within me as I witnessed my wife being bound and played with by other men. Combining this with all the adult films I'd seen from Japanese adult filmmakers, I even imagined that if the bondage techniques were more refined, for example, if the rope passed near Zhu Chenhong's breasts and genitals, wouldn't the visual impact be even stronger?

Just as I was inappropriately fantasizing about my wife, the three men began a new round of attacks on various parts of Zhu Chenhong's body. At this moment, apart from

her was completely defenseless. All she could do was desperately twist her body to avoid those targeted claws. Even so, her nipples and genitals were still in the hands of the strangers. At the same time, the vaginal fluid flowing from Zhu Chenhong's vagina had formed a thin stream, dripping incessantly onto her panties between her legs.

During this time, the punk mainly squatted in front of my wife, intently playing with Zhu Chenhong's genitals with his hands. Sometimes he would grab a handful of pubic hair, and sometimes he would stick his fingers into her vaginal opening, making his entire right hand wet. My wife's underwear was completely soaked at the crotch area. This kind of play was too shameful. Zhu Chenhong's cries became louder and more lewd with each sound!

Those two guys weren't idle either. Their main target was my wife's upper body, where the most teasing feature was her pair of fair and firm breasts. They seemed to be secretly competing in their teasing skills. The shorter guy and the one who was stabbing Qin each displayed their unique abilities. One used his fingertips to knead, rub, pinch, flick, and pluck, turning a perfectly good jade peak into a white dough ball. It even changed shape with his palm, becoming round or flat, and the nipple gradually enlarged under the stimulation of his fingers, eventually standing proudly. The other guy simply went all out and lowered his head to suckle the nipple, first exploring... He gently circled the areola with the tip of his tongue, lightly touching the nipple like a dragonfly skimming the water, creating a playful atmosphere of seduction. After Zhu Chenhong lost control and her nipple hardened as if spilled water, he calmly and unhurriedly bit down with the tip of his teeth. This flirtatious action immediately captivated my wife, further amplifying Zhu Chenhong's sense of humiliation. At this moment, three of her most private and sensitive body parts were being attacked simultaneously, each offering a different experience. Yet, bound and naked, she was completely unable to move. Zhu Chenhong was actually on the verge of a psychological breakdown.

I used to be very confused. Every time Zhu Chenhong was gang-raped, she wasn't immediately penetrated and ejaculated inside her vagina. Instead, she endured countless forms of humiliation, both verbal and physical. For example, at the Haining factory, the fat boss and the workers played with Zhu Chenhong's naked body while interrogating her about her menstrual cycle, her first sexual experience with someone, and whether she had slept with any colleagues. They forced her to answer each question and then made sarcastic comments after receiving her answers. Another example is when she fell into a "honey trap." The pimp, Li, and his accomplices not only touched every inch of Zhu Chenhong's body but even shaved her pubic hair clean with an electric razor! And the most heartbreaking incident occurred in 2008 in the small town of Tonglu in southern China, where Lao Jiang, the Cao brothers, and other small business owners coerced Zhu Chenhong into performing a nude dance on a coffee table! Why did these predatory wolves hesitate to penetrate Zhu Chenhong's body even though her hands were tied behind her back and she was pushed onto the bed? It wasn't until later, when Xiao Luo, the online friend who led me into the wife-swapping trap, solved the mystery, that I understood. He told me that as a high-ranking female executive in a foreign company, she naturally developed a cold and arrogant demeanor, which would unconsciously be revealed in her every move. This domineering nature would put invisible pressure on the abusers. Therefore, experienced perpetrators chose to use humiliation to initially dismantle Zhu Chenhong's superior aura. And when a high-class urban white-collar worker finally lowered her noble head during the sexual abuse, letting endless humiliation and desire fill her heart, then further sexual intercourse would be extremely conquest-inducing and fulfilling.

The three unfamiliar men from Northeast China were clearly experts in their field. They had gleaned a vague idea of my wife's profession from her clothing and even the scent of her perfume. They employed the same strategy and, of course, succeeded. Zhu Chenhong was gradually becoming their tool for sexual gratification.

The place where they abused my wife was only a few steps away from me. My wife was stripped naked and bound hand and foot. Her most private parts were being scrutinized and groped by these strange men, becoming a public playground. Not only was Zhu Chenhong's dignity shattered, but my dignity as a man was also completely destroyed. I felt as if I had been stripped of my last shred of modesty, exposed to the hordes of beasts. I had no chance to resist, only an overwhelming sense of shame.

Like Zhu Chenhong, who had been repeatedly violated, I was trembling all over, my heart pounding, my breathing rapid, and my mind blank. After struggling a few times, I suddenly felt the leather straps securing my wrists loosen. A few more movements and my hands would be free again. This undoubtedly gave me a glimmer of hope, but when that possibility arose, I hesitated.

Yes, my wife being played with in front of me was indeed a great humiliation, but it wasn't the first time. It's like how virginity is precious in many people's eyes, but once it's deflowered, it's just another thing. Counting on my fingers, Zhu Chenhong has been gang-raped five times so far. In order of time, she was trapped by Jiang Kaicai and others in Tonglu, a fat boss and migrant workers in Haining, her own classmates and colleagues, Li Laoda and his accomplices in a prostitution den, and a group of netizens in a cheap suburban hotel for wife-swapping games. During this period, she was also raped several times by her driving instructor

and forced into prostitution. There are at least thirty or forty men who penetrated Zhu Chenhong's vagina and ejaculated inside her. Among them, there were oral sex, breast sex, pubic hair stimulation, and masturbation. Li Laoda went too far. He actually installed a hidden high-definition camera in the rented room where my wife solicited clients and filmed Zhu Chenhong's prostitution. He even sent it to me with ulterior motives. I had no idea what pubic hair stimulation was before. After watching the video, I understood that it is to repeatedly rub the genitals against the client's penis, but the client does not penetrate. Instead, he uses Zhu Chenhong's pubic hair to stimulate the glans. He usually ejaculates after a few times. Anyway, my wife had been forced to try every lewd and obscene act, one by one. Such humiliation was nothing new to us, something we'd become accustomed to.

Honestly, the fact that my wife had been raped like this troubled me deeply. The biggest dilemma was that over the years, the humiliation had fostered a strange psychology within me, making me somewhat anticipate this alternative experience.

After the previous five times, what was another gang rape compared to that? I was torn between whether I should take advantage of the chaos to break free from this stimulating situation.

[The End]

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