Chapter 28 – New Thread
The night at the suburban hotel ended with a long kiss and a silence as heavy as stone. When Hung’s car stopped in front of the apartment lobby, Linh got out, her legs trembling, each step on the cold tile floor was like a struggle. She entered the password to open the apartment door. A familiar scent rushed into her face – the smell of clean oak wood, the faint scent of lotus tea and Duc Anh’s perfume still lingering on the back of the chair. As soon as the door closed, she leaned against the wooden surface, taking a deep breath to prevent herself from collapsing. Her heartbeat still echoed the wild echo of the previous hours.
Duc Anh sat in the living room, silent as a ghost. The thin yellow light covering his white shirt made him look cruelly calm. He looked at his wife from head to toe, his eyes stopping at her swollen lips and the faint red mark on her neck. He didn’t ask where she had gone, didn’t ask what she had done. He just nodded toward the sofa, as if signaling a ritual they were both too familiar with.
Honey… come here and tell me something.
Linh sat on the edge of the chair, her hands clasped in her lap. She opened her mouth, but her throat was dry. Only when Duc Anh placed his hand on the back of her neck, his thumb gently stroking a long line, did her voice escape, broken and disjointed. She recounted fragments of memory: the luxurious hotel room, the crumpled white bedsheets, the breath reeking of alcohol and the burning touches she dared not name. She spoke like a sheep confessing, not to beg for forgiveness, but to offer her master a detailed report of her fall.
Duc Anh did not interrupt. He listened with the eyes of a collector, patiently and attentively picking up each fragment of her shattered emotions. When Linh stopped, he leaned closer, his voice like a dangerous warm breath pouring into her ear:
– Every time you let yourself go like that… I just feel so lucky because you belong completely to me.
The words penetrated her skin and penetrated to her bones. Linh shivered and leaned her forehead against her husband’s shoulder. She didn’t know if she was embarrassed or if some other sick fire had just been added to the fire.
The next morning, when the aftertaste of betrayal had not yet faded, Linh’s phone vibrated. A message from Hung. “You can’t escape. Next time I’ll let you know how it really feels.”
Her heart skipped a beat in panic, blood rushed to her face, burning. Her trembling fingers placed on the screen, wanting to erase it immediately, but her eyes could not take their eyes off those possessive words. Her body betrayed her, her little pussy twitched unconsciously.
That same afternoon, another message came, this time even more brazen. “Tomorrow night. Don’t tell Duc Anh anything. If you don’t come… I’ll come to your house myself.”
That evening, while she was standing in front of the wardrobe, her heart in turmoil, Duc Anh walked in. He held in his hand a tiny camera, as compact as a powder box. He put it in his wife’s handbag, his voice low but firm, not allowing a word of refusal.
– Honey, take this with you. Put it somewhere discreetly in your room and record it all for me. No one else needs to know, just me. I want to keep every moment of your ardor, so that later we can enjoy again how wonderful you were. If you don’t do it… then that would be the real betrayal.
Linh stood there, stunned, her face flushed. He not only allowed it, he also ordered her to record evidence of her own downfall. In her chest, humiliation and an indescribable excitement intertwined. She bit her lip, nodding slightly.
The next night, she entered another hotel, this time in a quieter neighborhood. The door had barely slammed shut, the room still barely able to form in the dim darkness, when Hung rushed in. He said nothing, just pulled her into a rough, possessive kiss, the smell of alcohol and despair wafting from his mouth. He pushed her flat on the bed, her dress ripped up to her waist.
– Don’t… Hung… – Linh stammered, but her gasp betrayed her.
He didn’t answer. He bent down, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, the other tearing off her thin lace panties. Her pretty little pussy, wet with fear and excitement, appeared before his eyes. He didn’t foreplay, didn’t caress, just spread her legs apart, aimed his hard cock straight at her entrance and thrust hard.
“Ah!” Linh screamed, her body curled up like a shrimp. The burning pain from the sudden, dry penetration brought tears to her eyes.
But Hung didn’t stop. He pounded like crazy, each thrust deep and merciless, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room. As he fucked, he growled in her ear: “You’re mine… bitch… you like being fucked like this, don’t you?”
Under the stormy attack, Linh’s body began to betray. The small, dry pussy gradually oozed out a thick liquid, each thrust of Hung’s now became more slippery. The pain gradually disappeared, giving way to a humiliating, insane pleasure. She began to moan, the moans were no longer of pain but of demand. She arched her hips, actively cooperating with each of his thrusts. Hung felt the change, he laughed hoarsely, thrusting even harder. Finally, he roared, shooting all his hot semen deep into her womb.
The air in the room was hot. Linh lay panting, her whole body red. Hung pulled out his cock, lay down beside her, then leaned down to kiss her swollen lips, whispering in her ear, a sick declaration. – Do you think I’m the only one who wants you? I have a cousin… he desires you as much as I do. Tonight, you’ll teach him what it means to be a woman.
Linh opened her eyes wide, her heart pounding. – No… no… I can’t… Hung laughed hoarsely, his hands tightening around her waist. – You are my whore. And now… you will be his too. Linh burst into tears, tears streaming down her face, but her pussy, which had just been satisfied, continued to contract repeatedly, betraying her reason.
There was a knock on the door. Linh was startled. Hung smiled and opened the door. A young man walked in, tall and thin, his shirt open with two buttons. His face was a few years younger than Linh’s, his eyes were both eager and a little shy. – This is Long, my cousin – Hung introduced, his voice hoarse. Then he turned to Long, pointing at Linh who was still stunned on the bed. – This is your teacher tonight. She will teach you how to fuck a woman.
Linh was stunned. – No… Hung… I can’t… he’s young… Hung slapped her cheek lightly, a slap that didn’t hurt but was full of humiliation. “Shut up.” He pulled her back to the bed, forcing her to lie on her back, her legs spread wide. “Stay still.” Then he turned to Long. “Come here, brat. Look closely. This is a pussy.” He used two fingers to spread Linh’s red, swollen pussy lips, revealing her clitoris and wet entrance. “You have to lick it first, lick it until it’s all wet, understand? Lick it!”
Long was initially trembling, but under Hung’s pressure and the naked sight before him, he knelt down. He lowered his face between Linh’s legs. His young tongue began to lick clumsily. Linh sobbed, her body curled up in humiliation. But the virgin’s tongue, though clumsy, carried a strange excitement, a naive yet instinctive exploration.
Hung stood beside her, jerking his cock while ordering: “That’s right, lick her clit hard. Squeeze her tits, they’re so big.” Long did as he was told, one hand starting to squeeze Linh’s plump breasts. Stimulated from above and below, Linh couldn’t take it anymore, she let out a long moan, her pussy convulsed, and her juices sprayed out, wetting Long’s face.
Hung laughed happily. “See? Easy. Now it’s your turn to fuck her. Hold her down.” He pulled Long up. “But while fucking her, your mouth won’t be able to rest.” Hung knelt down beside the bed, grabbed Linh’s hair, and forced her to turn around and suck his cock. “Suck it, bitch. Suck it for me while my nephew fucks you.”
Long, now completely bold, pressed down on Linh, thrusting his young cock into her already wet pussy. Linh was sandwiched between them, her mouth full of Hung’s cock, her pussy being penetrated by Long’s cock. She no longer knew who she was, just a sex machine, a doll for the two of them to torture. The sounds of skin colliding, the sounds of sucking and sucking, her choked moans mixed together in the stuffy room. Finally, Hung ordered: “Long, cum all over his face for me!” The boy roared, pulled out his cock and shot all his white semen onto Linh’s face and chest, while Hung also shot all over her mouth.
On the wooden shelf opposite the bed, the small box still had a red light on, silently recording every humiliating moment.
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In the attic, Duc Anh sat in front of the laptop screen, directly connected to the camera. The blue light from the screen clearly illuminated his face, his smile curved in satisfaction. The small speaker echoed Linh’s choked moans, Hung’s hoarse laughter, and Long’s youthful panting. Duc Anh took a sip of wine, tilted his head back, his deep voice softly resounded: – My wife… looking at you like this… I find you even more beautiful.
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When everything calmed down, Linh lay limp on the crumpled bedsheets, her hair matted, her whole body drenched in sweat and semen. Hung chuckled, put a towel around Long’s shoulders, and patted his head as if to reward him. – Well done, kid, you’re all grown up.
Long nodded, said goodbye briefly, and left, leaving the room filled with the smell of body odor. Linh turned her face to the wall, her eyes glued to the small box on the shelf. She sobbed, her hands clutching the bedsheets. The shame was buried, but the fire in her belly still burned fiercely.
Returning home, Linh trudged through the door. Duc Anh was already sitting on the sofa, not asking or saying anything, just holding up his phone, the screen was playing a replay of her being trampled by Hung and his nephew. She collapsed on the floor, tears streaming down. Duc Anh approached, sat down next to her, hugged her shoulder, and whispered: – My wife… you did very well.
He kissed her hair, his voice soft but heavy as a stone: – Every time you forget everything but pleasure… I love you more.
Linh buried her face in his chest, her whole body trembling, her two hands clutching her husband’s shirt as if searching for the last place to hold on. But in her heart, she knew the rope had tightened another round, there was no way back. Outside, Hanoi came late at night. The wind blew through the glass door, the curtains fluttered lightly, as if clapping for a play that was becoming more and more perverted.