[The Businessman's Wife] Author: xstyk

Author: xstyk
Word Count: 5640

"Why hasn't the master returned yet?" a voice with a Florentine accent asked. A beautiful noblewoman stood on
the round staircase, her hair styled in a high bun. She looked to be about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, with sapphire blue eyes
that shone brightly. She wore a sleeveless long dress made of silver fox fur, draped with a fox fur shawl, and a luxurious
diamond necklace that cascaded down to her full breasts. Her exposed skin was snow-white and translucent. She held onto the railing with one hand,
a ring inlaid with a heart-shaped ruby on her finger. Long, silver gloves extended from her fingertips to her arms, their graceful
curves exuding endless allure. Her name was Katrina, the wife of the local tycoon, one of the top three
beauties in the area, a noble and charming lady. Suddenly, with the sound of galloping hooves, a man
rushed into the courtyard. It was her husband, Atwood.

"What's wrong, darling? Why did you rush back so quickly?" Katrina asked
softly .

"Honey, we have to leave right now. Go pack your things, quick, let's go!" her husband
said anxiously. Katrina saw that her usually cheerful husband was now filled with fear and anxiety. His once
clear eyes were now bloodshot, probably from days of sleeplessness and extreme anxiety. What
could have made her husband so anxious? Katrina thought to herself as she directed the maid to pack
. "Sigh, I have so many clothes, how will I ever finish packing them all in a few days?"

"Darling, stop packing! Quick, we have to go right now!" her husband said anxiously, his bloodshot
eyes staring frantically at the door, as if something terrible was about to happen.

"Darling, what's wrong? What happened?" Katrina asked anxiously, her beautiful, fair
face showing confusion and the same anxiety she had caught.

"Honey, there's no time to talk now. We have to leave right now, now, immediately!" her husband spoke
quickly , his tone unusually stern. This was the first time she had been so gentle with her husband, sometimes even
thinking he was weak.

After a quick tidying up, my husband, my five-year-old daughter, and I headed towards the carriage at the door.
"Mommy, where are we going?" My adorable daughter held my hand; her little hands were snow-white and delicate, and
her clear, childlike voice always brought a sense of peace to my heart.

"Where are you going, Mr. Lambert? We've been waiting for you here for a long time,
hehe ." Just a hundred meters from the carriage, a fat figure swiftly blocked
our path, like a jackal that had been waiting for a long time, cruelly revealing a triumphant smile.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Gordon, sigh, you see, I was just thinking of taking the whole family on a country vacation and not coming back."
My husband looked at the man in terror, like a duck with its neck grabbed, his tone hesitant and pleading.

"Heh, Mr. Lambert, the great merchant, I need your cooperation on some matters. I hope you'll come with us
." Gordon chuckled, looking at her husband as if he were a mouse, his eyes occasionally flashing
with lust that made one want to vomit.

"Mr. Lambert, I think you know why I've come to see you today. Take him away."
Gordon looked at Lambert cruelly, as if he were a dead man, and waved his hand behind him. The soldiers behind him brutally
twisted her husband's hands behind his back. Her husband tried to resist, but one of the soldiers kicked him in the chest,
and he knelt down in pain, large beads of sweat instantly appearing on his cheeks, a sight that made one shudder.

Katrina watched in horror as her husband was taken away, crying and hiding to the side, hugging her daughter.
Gordon glanced back at her, his lust undisguised. Katrina worried that this disgusting
man might rape her in public, but thankfully, nothing happened. Gordon simply told her to go back to
her room and not to go out.

Katrina rushed back to her room with her daughter, slamming all the doors and windows shut. She was terrified
. The manor's butler secretly went out to inquire and learned that Councilor Matt had been imprisoned
by the King . Her husband, as a member of Councilor Matt's inner circle, was naturally implicated. It was said that the King was furious,
and given the previous conflict with the Kingdom of Bray, there were rumors that the King was extremely angry about Councilor Matt's treasonous actions and
might even implicate government officials and businessmen's families involved. Katrina
turned pale upon hearing this. She knew what being implicated meant. Her husband was doomed, and she
and her daughter might be executed. If they were lucky, they might be reduced to slavery, working as military or government prostitutes—
a fate worse than death!

Katrina frantically searched for a solution in her room. She refused to sit idly by and wait for her fate. She had seen
her husband in prison; he had been beaten beyond recognition. His once fair and plump face was covered in bruises and blood, his teeth
were all gone, and he could no longer speak. Having always been pampered, she had never witnessed such a horrific scene and could only
weep silently. Returning to her own house, looking at her young daughter, Katrina's heart broke.

Katrina was not a woman who would accept her fate. She tried everything. She sought out her husband's
former friends and some powerful figures, but the world was cold and indifferent. Those who had once flattered her
now the nobles who had once spoken so confidently to her husband now treated her like a plague, even refusing to let
her into their homes and driving her out. Occasionally, a few would offer her a perfunctory greeting, but Katrina knew from
their disgusting, lustful looks what would happen if she stayed. For several days, Katrina
remained in her room, weeping.

The sunlight gradually dimmed, and the dusky yellow sky hung low, merging with the edge of the earth. A richly decorated
carriage slowly made its way towards the governor's mansion. The gates of the mansion were made of black marble, so dark that
one see their own hand in front of their face.

The carriage curtains fluttered slightly, and the beautiful woman sitting quietly by the window raised her face, gazing melancholically out the window at
the approaching governor's mansion. She knew her night would not be peaceful. Her

silver-white dress was made of the most precious silk, and the pearls around her neck were each the size of a fingertip, emitting a hazy halo that made her face incomparably beautiful. No matter how gorgeous her clothes were, they could not conceal her unparalleled beauty. From her bright eyes and red lips to her slender wrists and fingers, everything exuded a captivating mature charm. Katrina had carefully dressed herself. She knew that she could still ask someone for help—the deputy who had always wanted to torment her.

Governor Gordon, that lecherous man, had long coveted her. He'd only
been ; now he was probably waiting for her to come to him.

"Governor, please spare my husband and my daughter!" Katrina cried, collapsing into the governor's arms,
her face streaked with tears, a pitiful sight. She paid no heed to the obese governor
's hand, which was reaching inside her clothes and fondling her rosy nipples. She knew she had no choice; her only chance of survival was to please the governor, and
her only asset was her beautiful body. This was the tragedy of every noblewoman; in every
political struggle, men sacrificed their lives, while women sacrificed their beautiful bodies and pitiful dignity.

"Heh, fine, but you should know what I need..." Governor Gordon said smugly
, leering at the flesh in his arms. "Ah!" Katrina screamed in pain as the beast Gordon
pinched her breasts hard, twisting her large, full breasts into a pretzel shape. But
Katrina, this great beauty, could only sob softly in anguish, daring not to resist too violently,
worse off than a cheap prostitute, silently shedding tears. In a simple exchange, she was forced onto
the bed , even though Katrina had anticipated this beforehand. But seeing the handcuffs,
the spiked club, and the whip the fat pig produced,
Katrina

's eyes were still filled with fear. She had heard of this cruel governor's infamous reputation; every noblewoman who fell into his hands was ultimately ruined or even tortured to death. Katrina was pushed onto the governor's bed, and the governor's demonic hands roughly tore open her magnificent silk
dress.

With the clothes ripped open, her firm, full breasts were completely exposed, revealing her fair skin. Her
bowl-shaped breasts were now even more elastic. The nipples, pinched and squeezed by his lecherous hands, were
fully erect. Beneath the slightly lifted skirt, one could glimpse her straight, full thighs.

Governor Gordon pressed himself against Katrina's snow-white body, enjoying the pleasurable sensation of her full breasts
rubbing against , while greedily sucking on her moist, soft, luscious red lips.

The room seemed to suddenly grow hot, and Katrina let out painful moans, pleading with the governor who was
enjoying his ecstasy.

Gordon chuckled wickedly, feigning ignorance, focusing on teasing the beauty he had longed for. He reached out and
pressed Katrina's small hands above her head, making her full breasts appear even more prominent and erect.

Katrina gripped the white sheets tightly, arching her back and thrusting her upper body forward
, pressing her breasts more intimately against Gordon to make him enjoy her even more, as lowly as
a prostitute .

Gordon gripped her snowy breasts tightly, kneading and squeezing them. His lustful eyes, red and swollen, gazed
into Katrina's alluring, pleading gaze. His slightly lowered voice, with a seductive magnetism, said, "Beauty, if you
satisfy me, you and your daughter can live."

Katrina endured the intense mix of humiliation and pain, her voice trembling as she said, "Governor, please enjoy me to your
heart's content ."

Gordon, the beast, erupted at this moment. He reached out and grabbed Katrina's collar, tearing it open with a
loud ripping sound. A large part of her beautiful silk dress was ripped away. Then, he impatiently ripped off her bright red bodice. Her full,
bulging, round, and plump breasts were instantly exposed to the burning
gaze .

Gordon puffed out his chest, feeling the two soft, full, snow-white mounds of flesh deform under the pressure. His lust
flared, and his burning lips began to lick every inch of Katrina's soft, moist cherry lips, then he bit her
upper body .

"Ah...no, Governor...it hurts so much!"

Katrina obediently closed her beautiful eyes, tears still hidden in the corners. Her fragrant lips emitted occasional plaintive
moans, like sobs, like a song, yet not quite a song. Every inch of her skin was being ravaged and abused by this beast.
She had heard that this beastly governor loved to torture and rape beautiful women, the more noble and beautiful the woman, the more he liked her.

Katrina had given up any resistance. Her and her daughter's lives depended on tonight; she
had to endure.

"Ah—" The beautiful woman let out a beautiful, yet tragic, cry.

Katrina's still-dry vagina was suddenly forced open by a thick, hot penis. Her violated body
stiffened slightly. But Gordon paid no heed to the reactions and pained expressions of the beautiful woman beneath him; all
he cared about was his own pleasure. The more pain she showed, the more excited he became. His glans
quickly penetrated the still very narrow entrance to her vaginal canal, and with a sudden
thrust , the glans slid inside.

"Ah...ah..."

Katrina cried out in pain as her still-dry vagina was torn open.

"Slut...whore..."

Gordon cruelly pressed his hands down on Katrina's shoulders, as if nailing her flesh to a chopping board,
preventing her escape, and then slammed his hips into the depths of this noblewoman.

"Ah...ah...it hurts...it hurts...it hurts so much, no, Your Excellency, no..."

Katrina screamed in agony, reflexively clinging tightly to Gordon.

Although he heard Katrina's cries of pain,
Gordon, now consumed by lust for this beautiful noblewoman, could no longer suppress his desire to fuck this slut to pieces. Under these circumstances,
his large penis continued to plunge into her beautiful vaginal canal.

With each thrust, the intense friction between the soft flesh of her vaginal walls and his penis
created waves of pleasure, which Gordon couldn't control, unable to resist enjoying.

"...Ah...ah...it hurts...it hurts so much..."

The intense pain caused by the tearing and stretching of her flesh was now even more severe.

Gordon ignored the beauty's cries, only enjoying the pleasure her beautiful body brought him,
continuing to thrust.

"Ah!..."

Gordon thrust suddenly, his large penis completely entering her vaginal canal, filling it completely. Bright
red blood and vaginal secretions smeared his penis.

Katrina's buttocks were full and rounded, but her anus was unusually small, thinner than the tip of her little finger,
making her appear incredibly delicate against her large, white buttocks. What was particularly striking was that her anus was smooth and turned inwards.
A depression formed a round indentation, nestled within the smooth cleft of her buttocks, white and delicate, exquisitely beautiful.

Gordon's tongue lingered on his lips, his gaze fixed on Katrina's alluring buttocks, drooling. Suddenly, he lewdly chuckled,
"Slut!"

"Uh..."

Katrina raised her head, her delicate, elegant eyebrows furrowing in pain.

Gordon's thick glans slammed against the woman's white, smooth buttocks, his penis throbbing with veins, like countless wriggling
earthworms . The dark purple glans gleamed like metal, like a sharp spear.

Under the pressure of his massive penis, Katrina's snow-white buttocks were forced inward, her pink flesh
squeezing around and clamping the shiny glans. Gordon growled impatiently, spreading the woman's buttocks apart with both hands, and forcefully thrust
his glans into the delicate opening.

Katrina's alluring eyes widened suddenly, her red lips stiffened, and cold sweat beaded on her nose.

Her full, snowy buttocks swelled up like a flattened balloon, and after a moment of tension,
Katrina voluptuous body began to convulse, her skin trembling as cold beads of sweat trickled down her face.

Gordon roared, his penis losing its way, sliding along the cleft of her buttocks and slapping against
Katrina's upturned buttocks. Katrina's flesh was too slippery; he tried several times with all his might to slide to the side, growing
increasingly impatient.

"You slut, if you don't satisfy me, you and your daughter will be sex slaves!"

The beautiful woman trembled, then smiled seductively. Katrina actually spread her buttocks, using her cleft
to clamp Gordon's penis, which was enough to injure her body, her small anus pressing against his glans, thrusting
her hips forcefully while emitting seductive moans.

The luscious peach-like buttocks swayed seductively behind her, adorned with silver-white silk stockings and crystal
high heels , exuding a blend of allure and elegance.

The beautiful woman arched her backside, as if riding on a monster's enormous phallus, her large, white buttocks swirling against
the glans . Gordon, too, hunched over, straining relentlessly. The woman gritted her teeth,
thrusting backward with all her might, her soft buttocks suddenly sinking to the midpoint of the phallus.

Katrina's expression was indistinguishable between laughter and tears; her brows furrowed, her lips curved upward, and her eyelashes
trembled rapidly as if in agony.

Gordon grasped the woman's buttocks with both hands, spreading them apart. Between her white, snowy buttocks, a phallus as thick as an
arm , the glans already hidden within her flesh, leaving only the engorged shaft, like an iron rod thrusting into
the snow-white flesh.

Gordon bent down and grabbed Katrina's hair. Katrina's exquisite hair bun came undone, the beaded necklace on her forehead
slipped to one side, her eyes were glazed, the physical pain seemed to gradually dissipate, and a seductive smile appeared on her face.

Katrina's tender anus was forced open to an unimaginable size by the penis, she lay stiffly on the ground, her smooth white buttocks swelling and sliding back and forth
with Gordon's thrusts.

"Ah...ah..."

the beautiful wife of the kingdom's great merchant cried out lasciviously, her jade body lying prone, she forgot the pain, forgot the shame,
and forgot her status and dignity, like a snow-white female rabbit swaying her snowy buttocks, fiercely anally engaging in anal intercourse with the ferocious
monster .

Her round and perky buttocks struggled to thrust, swallowing and spitting out the thick penis. Gordon's huge glans filled the beautiful woman
's snowy buttocks, each time his penis entered, the glossy, snowy round buttocks were squeezed and bulged. The night was very long.
The servants outside the door heard the beauty's screams and cries

of agony, along with the sound of whips lashing, until late into the night. Katarina didn't know how she finally left the governor's mansion. Her once beautiful and delicate face was now filled with
pain and exhaustion. Her pretty lips were cracked, and blood still flowed from the bitten wounds at the corners of her mouth. Her once magnificent
silk dress was torn and draped sadly over her body. Her fair legs were still straight, but the stockings were
gone , leaving only blood flowing from her inner thighs, dripping down her smooth calves
onto the marble floor of the governor's mansion. The crystal shoes she had worn were gone; Katarina could only walk barefoot, struggling against the
smooth, cold surface of the floor. Marble seemed like a merciless fate, with no possibility of change. The servant who helped open the door
didn't seem strange; many women had entered the governor's room, and almost all of them came out like this. No matter how charming and alluring
a woman came, or how noble her status was, she would eventually be
almost crippled by the governor. Some were even more tragic; they were simply thrown out. When I rushed over later, I found
that the woman's delicate white hand was broken, and her arms and body were covered in bruises. I really couldn't imagine
what had happened in the governor's room.

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