The gangster's woman

It was a cold winter night. Wenwen had just finished showering and was lying in bed reading. Chen Wei and several guests were talking in the living room. The guests were dressed in black suits, some even wearing sunglasses. They didn't look like good people. Sometimes they swore, and other times they spoke in hushed tones. All she knew was that they called Chen Wei "Brother Chen Wei." They kept addressing him as "Brother," which sounded awkward.

Wenwen was getting tired of reading and lay down to sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep. Something felt off.

Why did they call Chen Wei "Brother Chen Wei"? The more she thought about it, the less she understood. Maybe it was just a form of address. Or maybe they were younger than Chen Wei. But they couldn't all be younger! Some of them looked older than Chen Wei. Just then, she heard someone come up from downstairs. The man said, "Brother, why did you sever the Achilles tendon of Mr. Qian's mistress? Don't you know Mr. Qian owes us twenty million?" Chen Wei said to the man, "Listen to me, I'm making sure that guy surnamed Qian knows. I have a way to deal with him, to make him pay back the money obediently, so he won't be the next victim. His mistress has been abused terribly by me and my brothers. I really want to play with her to death. But I'm afraid that if she dies, some old bastard won't pay back the money. I'll make her tell that old bastard all the humiliation and abuse she suffered. Let him know how powerful we are.

To be honest, I didn't even abuse her enough that day. If I hadn't held back, that bitch would be missing her legs by now." Hearing this, Wenwen was really scared and trembled. Her heart was pounding. Did her husband really say this? She couldn't believe that she had married a gangster boss. She realized she had boarded a pirate ship. But Wenwen thought she couldn't show her feelings. Otherwise, who knew what might happen.

After all, her husband still doted on her. Wenwen couldn't sleep that night. She thought and thought, wondering how she could have fallen in love with such a ruthless person. It was truly a cruel twist of fate. She regretted not realizing it sooner, or if she had known Chen Wei better. Sigh—it's easy to get on a pirate ship, but hard to get off. Now she was a wife, newly married, and mentioning divorce would definitely hurt Chen Wei deeply. She decided to endure it; after all, he was her husband, he couldn't possibly harm her. As Wenwen pondered this, dawn broke. Chen Wei still took Wenwen to work and picked her up from work that evening.

That night, Chen Wei went out to eat, telling Wenwen to eat at home, saying he had guests. Wenwen knew he was out with his gangster friends again. When Chen Wei returned home that evening, he immediately lay down on the sofa, unwilling to move. He called Wenwen to sit beside him, saying he had something to say. Wenwen sat down beside him, a strong smell of alcohol emanating from Chen Wei. Chen Wei lit a cigarette and began to savor it slowly. The room was quiet, with only Wenwen nestled in Chen Wei's arms. After a moment of silence, Chen Wei spoke first. "I think you already know what I do. I'm the general manager of Hongda Company, and also a gangster boss. In this city, I'm considered one of the top figures. My company is involved in smuggling, and our main source of income is loan sharking. You might not believe it, but loan sharking is incredibly lucrative. I've made forty or fifty million. I'm not afraid to tell you this, even though you're a policeman. I've bribed many of your superiors. If you tell anyone, you'll be the one in trouble. And maybe you want to know why I haven't slept with you." Wenwen nodded gently. "It's simple. I'm not actually interested in sex; I only enjoy torturing women, especially beautiful, young girls. I don't think anyone can compare to you in this regard, but you're my wife. I just can't bring myself to do it. So, I can only watch you get really excited and then find a pretty lady to torture you for a while. Actually, what I want most is to torture you. But I just can't bring myself to do it. What I fear most is that you won't agree, which would be even worse. I also have a serious problem: I like girls' delicate feet. They call it a foot fetish. I can't help it; I just like it. Every time I see you barefoot in slippers, I get excited. I think your feet are so beautiful. I can tell you all this because I don't want to hide anything from you anymore. I don't need to hide anything. Because I love you, I love your body, I love your delicate feet." Hearing this, Wenwen's fear was about to explode. Her body trembled uncontrollably. The more she trembled, the more afraid she became, and the more afraid she became, the more she trembled. Wenwen looked at Chen Wei with a hint of fear in her eyes and said, "Then... then what are you going to do to me?" "Nothing, you're my wife, what can I do to you? I'm just discussing this with you, hoping you can accept everything about me and help me treat this illness." Chen Wei's expression held a slightly sinister smile. "How to treat it? Tell me, where should I go to find a doctor to help you?" Wenwen was really gentle and virtuous; she hadn't even realized what he meant. What a silly girl. Chen Wei smiled bitterly and said, "No need to find a doctor, you can cure me. Just let me torture you a few times, and I think I'll get better." "Torture me? No way, you'll sever my Achilles tendons, forget it." Chen Wei thought to himself, how did she know I severed Mr. Qian's mistress's Achilles tendons? It seems she knows quite a bit. This time, I must persuade her to obey me, otherwise, it won't be good if word gets out.

Even if it means violence, I will make her submit to me. Chen Wei still spoke gently to Wenwen, "How could I possibly cut your Achilles tendon? You're my wife, I couldn't bring myself to do that. My dear wife, just this once, I promise I won't hurt you. Okay?" Wenwen softened and said, "Okay, just this once. I have conditions. You can't use anything to hurt me or abuse me, or I'll make you regret it." "Okay. Okay. If you don't want to, then what are we waiting for? Let's begin!" Although Wenwen agreed, she really didn't know what abuse was, what constituted abuse, or to what extent. She didn't even know what SM was. She was truly uncertain and a little scared. Chen Wei asked Wenwen to go up to the third floor with him. To be honest, Wenwen had been married to Chen Wei for almost half a year and had never been to the third floor before. Many rooms on the third floor were locked, and she was genuinely afraid to go up alone. The lighting on the third floor was poor, and she couldn't find any windows. It seemed like a locked room.

Chen Wei walked to the door of a room, with Wenwen following behind. Chen Wei opened the door and called Wenwen in. But just as Wenwen was about to enter, Chen Wei said, "Ladies must take off their shoes and socks before entering this room; it's the rule here." Having already agreed to Chen Wei's request, Wenwen had no choice but to bend down and take off her slippers and white cotton socks. In an instant, Wenwen's soft, white feet were revealed before Chen Wei's eyes. Her delicate feet seemed boneless, and her ten slender toes, like tender scallions, were painted with clear nail polish, making the toenails shine. Her ten toes were pressed tightly together, as if shyly. The high arch of her foot supported the curve of her foot, and her slender ankles further accentuated the protrusion of her forehead. The flesh on the soles of her feet was as tender as lotus root. It was clearly the result of not wearing hard-soled shoes often. Yes, Wenwen preferred to wear casual shoes.

And so, Wenwen had no choice but to walk barefoot into the room. In this cold winter, Wenwen felt her feet were icy cold with every step. Fortunately, there was a carpet in the room. She really didn't know how to walk outdoors. When Wenwen focused her attention on the room, what she saw filled her with dread. The room had no windows, only a few lamps on the walls for illumination. The dim light made it difficult for Wenwen to see anything else in the room. She could

only vaguely make out what looked like whips, shackles, ropes, chains, candles, planks, clamps, rattan, thin sticks, and some other things she had never seen before. The room wasn't very big, but it felt very empty. There was only scaffolding in the middle, and no lights on the ceiling, just some pulleys and iron hooks. It looked like a factory or workshop, which was quite frightening. Chen Wei didn't stay idle after entering; he was busy searching everywhere. While searching, he said, "I've never been in this room before. It's reserved for my wife, that is, you. Consider it our clinic. Wait here for a moment, I'll tidy up and then we'll begin." He then turned on the air conditioner. The room finally felt warmer. Wenwen felt her almost frozen feet regain feeling. After Chen Wei finished tidying up, he came over and kissed Wenwen's face. Wenwen had never been kissed like that by Chen Wei before, so she was very excited and actively kissed him back. When they both felt warm again, Chen Wei said, "Okay, wife, everything you need is ready. Let's begin!"

"Wenwen seemed unwilling to break free from the passionate kiss when Chen Wei pulled her onto a thick wooden plank. The plank was about 20 centimeters thick, barely enough space for her feet. Wenwen stood barefoot on it, feeling a little strange, as if she were about to be executed. Wenwen immediately got off and said to Chen Wei, 'Honey, don't make me stand up there, I feel very uncomfortable.' Chen Wei wanted her to feel that way. 'You look beautiful standing there, quickly go up and put your feet together, that will look very pretty.' Wenwen didn't object and could only stand on it again, feeling a little humiliated, pressing her feet tightly together. Chen Wei told Wenwen to take off her top. Wenwen was initially embarrassed because Chen Wei had never seen her like this before. She felt like a slave, at the mercy of her master. But there was nothing she could do. It wasn't in front of strangers; it was her husband, what was there to be afraid of? Thinking this, she began to undress." After taking off the coat, all that remained was her underwear, and after that, only her bra. She hesitated for a moment, but finally took off her bra anyway. At this moment, Wenwen's two fully developed breasts were exposed. Although they weren't particularly large, they had a certain weight to them. Her nipples, like small cherries, were set in her areolas, making one want to suckle them. The areolas, the color of peach petals, looked exceptionally alluring against her snow-white breasts. Wenwen's breasts were slightly upturned, further accentuating the overall beauty of her body. I'm just describing it; Chen Wei, watching from the side, was practically drooling.

"Wife, continue. There's more to come." Wenwen said shyly, "Take more off?" Chen Wei said somewhat angrily, "We're not strangers, I'm your husband, what are you afraid of if I see?" He was right, so Wenwen had no choice but to continue taking off her clothes. She loosened her belt, and as soon as she let go, her pants slid down her legs. Only her underwear remained.

Wenwen's slender legs were truly beautiful, though perhaps a little too thin. Her snow-white skin was flawless, and her waist, needless to say, was about 1.8 feet – you could imagine how slender she was. Wenwen finally took off her underwear. The woman's most precious part was revealed. Beneath a thin layer of pubic hair lay her secret place; Wenwen's labia were a beautiful color, tender like two flower petals, shyly folded together.

Truly a masterpiece! (Ah – I haven't even touched it yet.) Now, Wenwen was completely naked. Her beautiful face, her long, black hair cascading over her shoulders, her slender figure, her high, firm breasts, her light pubic hair, her long legs, and her delicate, jade-like feet... Chen Wei really couldn't bear to do what was coming next. Wenwen raised her head and looked at her husband with gentle eyes. She felt no shame, because she was facing her husband. She had no need to be shy. She simply waited for her husband to begin abusing her body. Poor Wenwen had no idea how terrible her fate would be.

Wenwen stood on the wooden plank, her naked body thoroughly admired by Chen Wei. After Chen Wei had his fill of admiring her, he said to Wenwen, "The first step in abusing you is to tie you up." Wenwen was already feeling unbearable. In this cold weather, to have to tie her up was truly unbearable. But she had agreed, so she had no choice but to comply. Wenwen stood shivering on the plank, thinking, "Well, I've come this far. It wouldn't be right not to do what I promised Chen Wei. Let him abuse me however he wants; I can't really say no. After all, he can't do anything to me. I'm still his wife." Wenwen said, "Tie me up, just don't hurt me." Chen Wei brought over a long rope and told Wenwen to put her hands behind her back. Wenwen was very obedient now.

She did whatever he told her to do. Chen Wei crossed and tied Wenwen's wrists together, then pulled upwards until he reached her elbows. He then tied her elbows tightly. Wenwen cried out, "Ouch—it hurts! Be gentle! We don't treat prisoners like this!" Chen Wei ignored her, simply pulling her elbows firmly towards the middle, then pulling the rope upwards, tying a knot behind her neck, and then wrapping the rope around her neck to her chest. He tied another knot above her breasts. He then pulled the rope to the left and right, wrapped it around her back, and tied it tightly, binding Wenwen's elbows to her body. Wenwen was in real pain, but she didn't make a sound, just endured it. She knew that making a sound wouldn't help, because Chen Wei had already found pleasure and wouldn't let her go. After tying the rope behind her back, Chen Wei wrapped it around her back and chest several times, finally tying a knot behind her back, then pulled it down to her forearms and tied another knot, then wrapped it around this fulcrum several times below her breasts and behind her back. Finally, he tied it tightly behind her back.

Her breasts were squeezed together by two ropes, making them bulge out. Her elbows and forearms were also tightly bound to her body, leaving her with no freedom of movement. Chen Wei felt this wasn't enough, so he used the remaining rope to wrap around her back to her navel, tied a knot, and pulled it towards her labia. Because Wenwen kept her legs tightly together, Chen Wei couldn't pull it through. He told Wenwen to spread her legs a little, and once she did, he pulled the rope between her labia and behind her back, tying it together with her crossed hands. Now Wenwen's vulva was bound. Chen Wei pulled the rope to an iron hook on the roof, then pulled it down and secured it to an iron ring on the wall. This fixed Wenwen to the wooden board, preventing her from getting down. Then Chen Wei blindfolded Wenwen, preventing her from seeing her future appearance and instilling even more fear in her. Then Chen Wei tied Wenwen's thighs up, binding them horizontally and then wrapping them vertically several times, finally tying the ropes into a figure-eight shape. Next, he tied Wenwen's calves and ankles into the same figure-eight shape. By this time, Wenwen's entire body was tightly bound. Chen Wei walked aside, lit a cigarette, and admired his masterpiece. Those prominent breasts, slightly upturned buttocks, and a pair of snow-white little feet... Chen Wei was filled with admiration, thinking how he could have found such a perfect girl to be his wife; it was truly fate! Thank God! With such good conditions, it would be a waste not to properly torture this body born to be tormented. Chen Wei picked up a leather whip and began to lash Wenwen's snow-white buttocks. At first, Wenwen could endure it, but as Chen Wei increased the force, Wenwen began to scream, "Ah—ah—ah—ah—be gentle, I really can't take it anymore!" Chen Wei didn't care about that; the more she screamed, the harder Chen Wei whipped her. Soon, welts appeared on Wenwen's snow-white buttocks, which were red and swollen from Chen Wei's whipping.

When Chen Wei got tired, he sat down on the carpet. After catching his breath, he resumed the second round of torture. He went to Wenwen and removed the wooden board from her feet. Wenwen screamed again. Her body could only be supported by her hands; she tried to touch the ground with her feet, but only her big toes could reach the ground, offering no support. Only then could she feel the pain in her hands. Chen Wei brought a candle and dripped it onto Wenwen's toes and insteps. The red wax dripped onto Wenwen's tender feet, causing waves of burning pain. But she couldn't escape, as her hands and upper body were firmly suspended in mid-air.

She could only endure Chen Wei's torture of her poor little feet. Chen Wei dripped the wax meticulously, leaving almost no spot untouched. Only after dripping water all over Wenwen's feet did Chen Wei finally release her helpless feet.

"Okay, I'll let you go. But you have to promise me that from now on, whenever I say I want to abuse you, you must obey, okay?"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you from now on. You can abuse me whenever you want, I'll do whatever you say, just put me down."

Chen Wei had achieved his goal and didn't make things too difficult for his wife. He then put Wenwen down, carried her to the bathroom to wash her clean, and said to her, "Do you still stand by what you said, wife?" Wenwen said, "Don't even think about abusing me again. If you dare to be disrespectful to me again, I'll report you." "Haha, I knew you'd say that," Chen Wei said nonchalantly. Then he turned on the TV, and on the screen was a young girl being abused. Wenwen immediately recognized herself. She said, "How could you do this?"

"Why?" "To punish someone as untrustworthy as you. If you don't listen to me in the future, I'll send this videotape to your workplace. Anyway, you'll sue me, so it's better to ruin our reputations together." Wenwen was terrified and hurriedly said, "Don't do that, I promise you. You may be shameless, but I still have my pride."

That night, Chen Wei carried Wenwen to bed and even "dressed her up." He handcuffed Wenwen's hands to the headboard and then handcuffed her big toes together with his thumbs. He inserted a penis into Wenwen's vagina and anus, and finally hung two small bells on Wenwen's nipples. Lying on the bed, Chen Wei hugged the restricted Wenwen and said, "If you need anything at night, ring the bells to wake me up. From now on, you must do as I say, or I'll lock you in the cellar under the garage." "Wenwen heard about that cellar; it was supposedly filthy and full of rats. Wenwen was terrified of rats, so that cellar was like hell to her. Lying in bed, Wenwen thought about everything that had happened before and today, and tears welled up again, overcoming her grievances.

From then on, Chen Wei stipulated that Wenwen must take off her shoes and socks and walk barefoot at home. Tomorrow night, he would still 'make up' for Wenwen. Chen Wei drove Wenwen to and from work every day, but Wenwen wasn't allowed to wear shoes and socks in the car either. Sometimes, people from Wenwen's workplace would see her wearing shoes and socks after getting out of the car and would find it strange and ask her what was going on. Wenwen would say, 'What's so strange about that? My husband is very clean and doesn't want his shoes to get the car dirty.'" "When getting off work, Wenwen would always take off her shoes and socks before getting on the bus, and over time, it became a common occurrence. From then on, Wenwen became Chen Wei's slave, doing whatever he wanted every day. She was terrified of offending him, afraid he would lock her in the cellar. This went on for almost half a year, and Chen Wei never had sexual relations with her during that time.

[The End]"

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