How did my wife become a prostitute?

How My Wife Became a Prostitute:

It was a gloomy summer day. I got off work early and was watching TV at home. The food I had prepared
was on the table, waiting for my wife to come home so we could eat together. But she didn't come home, and I started to
get anxious. She had never been away this late before.

I checked my watch; it was already 8 o'clock. Our neighborhood was newly built, and there weren't many residents yet.
Because it was so remote, the security situation wasn't very good. I wondered if something had happened. I quickly got dressed and went downstairs
to meet my wife.

As I walked, I kept thinking, "Please, please, nothing bad has happened." Just then, I suddenly heard a woman crying and a man shouting coming from the unfinished building at number 18 in front of me.
Who was that? Filled with curiosity, I walked towards
that building .

The closer I got, the louder the crying became; it sounded terrifying in the middle of the night. I went to the window and
craned my neck to look inside. The room was dark, but I could vaguely make out five people. One of them, a woman, was kneeling
naked on the floor, her back and buttocks facing me. A man was having sex with her, and he
was saying something like, "That woman isn't talking, she's just crying." There were three other men around her.

My first thought was, "Oh no! I've stumbled upon a rapist! What am I going to do?" I'm naturally timid, and I thought it best to
avoid trouble. I made my escape as fast as I could, thinking to myself, "Whose woman will be victimized now
?"

Back home, I pulled the covers over my head, hoping my wife would come home quickly and nothing bad would happen. Around 1:00 AM,
the door opened. I jumped out of bed and went to the doorway, where I was stunned by what I saw: my wife
was covered in dust, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were torn to shreds, and she was only wearing her underwear, which was twisted into a rope and stuck in
her buttocks . My head buzzed, and I almost fell over. My wife limped over and helped me up. I
saw that her eyes were red from crying, and her face was covered with tear tracks.

We went inside and sat quietly for what seemed like an eternity before I finally asked her
what had happened. She didn't answer and just walked towards the bathroom. When she got to the bathroom, she took off her clothes, and that's when I saw clearly that her
body was covered in wounds. Her lips were cut, her breasts were covered with teeth marks and claw marks, as were her thighs, and
her pubic hair was gone.

I went over and touched her wounds, and I already had a feeling that something had happened. She picked up
the showerhead and vigorously washed her lower body. I quickly helped her sit on the toilet and gently spread her legs. Her labia
were swollen, and semen was leaking from her vagina. I kept comforting and reassuring her, and only then
did she tell me what had happened that evening…

She said it was my birthday today, and after work she went to the store and bought a lot of things to celebrate with me.
It was already dark when she got back. Because my house is far from the store, she took the bus home. On the bus, she
encountered these four men. At first, she didn't pay attention, but later my wife noticed that these men were pointing and whispering about her,
and one of them even touched her thigh. She kept trying to avoid them.

"After I got off the train, I noticed they followed me off, so I quickened my pace. But just as I reached the
newly built building not far from my house, they caught up with me. One of them held a knife to my neck, and before I
could react , several of them picked me up and ran towards the unfinished building.

I was terrified. I only started struggling when they started groping me. Then an
older man, probably their leader, walked up to me. The room was dark, and in the moonlight, I could only make out that he
had a beard. He didn't say anything, just raised his hand and started hitting and kicking me until I was begging for mercy on the ground.

He said to me, 'You...'" "You know what to do, right?" I knew what they wanted me to do, and I was terrified of him
. My resistance was pointless; it would only cause me more harm and pain. So
I slowly took off my clothes.

At that moment, the bearded man pointed to his genitals. I understood his intention. I unzipped his
pants , took out his penis with my right hand, and was about to put it down when he said, "That's so unhygienic. Lick it
clean for me, or else..." The other men laughed, their eyes fixed on my genitals.

I had no choice but to put it in my mouth and let him suck it. His penis was really big... My mouth was completely stuffed
, the liquid reaching my throat with each thrust; his genitals smelled foul, like he hadn't washed in months. I held back
my tears and kept sucking until he reached his climax.

He ordered me to lie down and then started fucking me. He didn't have any technique, just relentlessly thrusting.
His penis was thick and large, filling my vagina completely. When he entered, the head of his penis would press against my cervix;
when he pulled out, his large penis would pull out my labia minora, opening and closing with each thrust. I
didn't , I just wanted him to finish quickly.

Not long after, I felt him about to ejaculate, and I thought, "Finally, it's over." But just as he was about to ejaculate... He pulled out his penis,
ordered me to open my mouth and take it in, and made me swallow his semen, saying it would whet my appetite. I had no choice
but to comply.

When this bearded man walked away, the others swarmed around me, completely disregarding my
feelings They pinched, pricked, pulled, and bit me. Later, they decided to take turns
, one after another, torturing me repeatedly.

One of them, who was only about 1.6 meters tall, was the last to come up. He initially wanted to have sex with me, but when he
saw that my genitals were covered in semen, he yelled at me, "Wash yourself clean!" I looked at him pleadingly and said:
"Where's the water?"

He pulled a glass beer bottle from behind him, and said to me, "Hold
your thighs and raise your buttocks." I had no choice but to do as he said, lying on the ground with my vulva facing the ceiling. Then he
inserted the freshly made beer bottle into my vagina. At first, I only felt a cool sensation, but later I couldn't stand it anymore.
Only when he was satisfied did he make me squat down and pour the beer back into the bottle.

Then he picked up the bottle and poured it over me, saying... They were disinfecting me, and the men were watching. He
first made me stick my buttocks out, then tried to penetrate my anus, but because my anus was
so tight , he failed several times. Finally, he managed to insert it into my vagina.

While he was having sex, he asked me, "How is it? How do I compare to your husband?" I didn't answer him at first, but
when he saw I wasn't responding, he pinched my breasts hard. I had no choice but to praise him, letting him hear how women get excited.
He was only satisfied when I cried out, continuing until he was completely exhausted.

By then, I was unable to move, but they weren't finished. The bearded
man somehow produced a camera and said to me with a smile, "Let's keep this as a souvenir!" He then
started taking nude photos of me. I tried to grab my clothes to cover myself, but they tore them to shreds, so every
part of my body was photographed.

That wasn't all; they said my pubic hair was too much and would affect the photos, so they wanted to shave it. But they couldn't find
a razor, so several of them held down my hands and feet, forced me into a spread-eagle position, and used
a lighter to singe off all my pubic hair.

They took all my money, ID card, and work ID. "They even said they'd contact me later,
otherwise ..."

Only then did I realize what I'd just witnessed—my wife being raped. I'm so useless! I hate
myself, but what could I do? I quietly washed my wife's body. Before I knew it,
the sun had risen in the east. After much deliberation, I decided not to report it. This would be better for both of us; at least we wouldn't
be gossiped about. Let it be a dream! But my biggest worry was my wife's nude photos. Would
they distribute them or use them for blackmail?

This constant anxiety didn't last long. One day, my wife and I were watching TV when the phone rang
. My wife answered, and from her expression, I knew they had come to our door
. I walked over to my wife and gently stroked her hair. Suddenly, she cried
out threw herself into my arms. She said those bad guys wanted her to pick up the photos tomorrow, and that she needed to wash herself thoroughly and
put on sexy lingerie before meeting them.

After hearing this, I knew what they wanted to do to my wife. I smiled wryly and comforted her, saying,
"Try to look on the bright side. After tomorrow, a new life will begin. Once we get the photos, we won't be
afraid of them anymore, and we won't be threatened by them."

With my encouragement and comfort, my wife seemed to calm down a bit. She continued, "They want me to go to the xxx Hotel
tomorrow night ." I thought: That's the biggest hotel in our city. Those thugs are pretty rich!

That night, we didn't say anything more, lying quietly in bed. I knew neither of us slept; we just lay there,
our minds racing.

When the first rays of sunlight streamed into our room in the morning, I woke my wife. Her first words were, "
Let 's move to another city. That way, he won't be able to find us. Or we can sue them."

"Don't you want to?" I said. "Our home is here, our parents are here. Aren't you going to come back
? Suing them? They're all thugs and desperados!" Hearing this, my wife started crying again.

Around noon, she wiped away her tears and walked with difficulty to the bathroom. Looking at her, I felt an indescribable
sadness. A moment later, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. I went in and started washing her. Looking at her
firm breasts, thick pubic hair, and long legs, I cried. This was the tragedy of an impotent man.

As I washed her, my wife suddenly said, "I want...I want...you to...put...in my ass."

"Why?" I asked, surprised.

"Because I guess they'll definitely...this time, so I want you to have your first time, like on our wedding
night ."

I didn't say anything, and my wife knelt down, pulled down my pants, and took my penis into her mouth. This
was the first time in all our years of marriage that she had been so enthusiastic. I was not only burning with lust, but I also vented all the resentment I felt from being fucked. My
wife just silently endured it; she knew I harbored resentment.

But when I tried to insert it into her anus, I ran into a problem. It was too tight, and I couldn't get it in. My wife went to the kitchen and got
some salad oil, which she rubbed on my penis. For some reason, my penis was unusually thick and long today, which
puzzled me. Then my wife lifted her buttocks, supported herself with one hand, and used the other to guide my penis into her anus.
With a "thud," it went in.

Wow! This was a whole new world! It felt amazing. My penis kept thrusting in and out of her anus.
I can't describe the pleasure I was experiencing because it was so incredibly comfortable. My whole body felt like it was floating,
making me feel like I was in heaven.

"Please hurry up," my wife said. "I need an orgasm, faster...faster...give me
the most exhilarating feeling."

"Okay!" I used all my strength and tried my best. Her anus tightly gripped my
penis, and with "plop, plop" sounds, my penis quickly went in and out of her anus, and she seemed to
have reached an unprecedented level.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah! Ah!! Ah!!!
Ah!!!!!! Ah!!!!!!!!! Ah!!!!!!!!! Faster...ah...faster...ah..."

I knew she was about to reach her climax. With her spasms, I knew her climax had arrived. As
my penis rubbed against her rapidly, I also reached my climax. A stream of turbid, foul-smelling semen
shot directly into her anus, quickly filling her rectum. I pulled my penis out of her anus, and she
turned her head to suck on my still-erect penis...

As the storm subsided, we both regained our senses, and the things we didn't want to think about returned to our minds. As I
massaged my wife's breasts, I asked her, "Can you serve those thugs the way you serve me?"

"Yes!" she said firmly. "I can do whatever they tell me to do because it's
the only . Do I have any other choice? Even if they make me dance nude, I'll do it."

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was almost their appointed time. My wife went to the vanity to apply
lipstick and powder, then changed into a sexy black lingerie set and put on suspender stockings. After everything was ready,
my wife said to me, "Anything else to say? Otherwise, I have to go."

Looking at her, I suddenly remembered something and said to her, "Wait a minute." I quickly
took out the Sony camcorder I bought last year from the closet. It's an advanced camcorder with voice control, and
I've only used it once. I picked up my wife's purse and cut a hole in it with scissors, so that
the pinhole exposed.

"What's this for?" my wife asked, puzzled.

"This way we'll have evidence later! And..."

"Oh, I see. Okay, I'll take it with me now. Wait for me at home." With that, my wife...
My mother-in-law pushed open the door and slowly disappeared into the darkness. Watching her figure, I only wanted to beg them to be
gentler , for the nightmare to end soon.

That night, I was constantly in a state of half-sleep, sometimes dreaming of my wife being sexually abused, sometimes
dreaming of them forcing her into prostitution. I drifted in and out of consciousness until dawn.

Around 9 o'clock, the door opened, and my wife walked in carrying a handbag. It was clear she
hadn't slept . I rushed over and asked, "How did it go?"

"I got all the photos back," I breathed a sigh of relief. "But they won't give me the negatives,"
my wife said truthfully.

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