The Downslide

Chinese opera

The next video file received in my inbox opened with the sound of a woman grunting. The vision of Jennifer’s face appeared large on the screen. Her mouth was open and eyes wide as she grunted and moaned. Slowly the camera panned out and more of her was revealed. Surrounded by a strange cage-like structure she had been forced into a crawling position and held with steel clamps on her legs and arms. Her breasts were stretched towards the floor of the cage by cables attached to vicious clamps biting into her nipples. As the shot widened I saw a man with dark skin behind her. She was grunting in unison to the thrusts of his body against hers. As I watched he yelled and tensed his body against her. Her eyes widened a little and then closed as he withdrew.

He was quickly replaced by another black man who started rutting her furiously. Her moans almost became a wail rising and lowering in unison with the rhythm of his thrusts. Behind him I made out a line of twenty or thirty dark-skinned men, silently waiting for their turn. The only sounds were her grunts and moans and the groaning of the men using her.

The scene continued uninterrupted for over an hour. During that period she orgasmed numerous times. By the end of the session her head hung limp and she looked totally exhausted. After the last man had finished she appeared to drift into a faint. Booted footsteps could be heard in the background. As they grew louder a figure appeared carrying a long pole. It appeared to have an electrode at its tip. A cattle prod? Is that what a cattle prod looks like? My questions were answered within seconds. There was a sound of discharging electricity and Jennifer screamed as her body convulsed. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth began to froth as the shocks continued. She appeared to be having an epileptic fit as she shuddered within the cage. Her tits jiggled and pulled against the cruel clamps trapping her nipples. The scene faded out as I sat before the computer wanking hard.

Each day I checked for new emails but nothing arrived. I grew agitated waiting for news of my wife. “My wife.” The term began to feel like some fucking joke. She had been my wife. I had willingly surrendered her to be someone’s property, to be used as a cumdump for countless men. I became so depressed that I wanted to kill myself. The only thing that kept me going was my morbid fascination with the videos that had arrived. I had stored them all and watched them over and over. This macabre chronicle of the absolute degradation of the woman who had been my life and my light gave me solace and company over so many years. The women who visited the house received my mindless lust. I fucked and abused them with her face in my head, with her torment driving me and with image of her new lasciviousness burned into my retina.

A fortnight after the last video had been sent a new one arrived in my inbox. I was initially puzzled by the content of this presentation. The camera panned around what appeared to be a Chinese restaurant. Walls were clad in rich red and decorated with gold, and the dining furniture was sumptuous. Eight banquet tables were arranged around a central dais decorated in sumptuous flower arrangements surrounding eight St Andrew’s Crosses. Around the wall next to each table stood fair-skinned, blonde-haired woman whose face had been painted to resemble a character from Chinese opera. All were naked except for traditional Chinese headdress, red collars, red cuffs, red anklets and red stiletto shoes. Their nipples were painted bright red. It was difficult to identify the women but the body of one was remarkably similar to my wife’s.

A new scene opened with the room full of Asian men in business suits. A voice came over a public address system. As it spoke in Mandarin subtitles in English translated its content. “For over a century Western powers dominated China. They stole our riches, enslaved our families, attempted to destroy our culture and prostitute our homeland to their greed. They treated us as savages while they perpetrated their own savagery on our people. Tonight gentlemen we offer you a unique opportunity to vent your repressed rage at these excesses. Each of the women serving you is married to a westerner but this evening they are yours to treat as you please. Enjoy this very special evening.”

After the announcement the fair-skinned women began to serve food and wines to the tables. As they leant in to place the meals the women were fondled and slapped. The men seemed rather shy and laughed girlishly as they touched the women. At this point of the evening the mood seemed quite jovial with much laughter and merriment. As the consumption of food and alcohol increased the men’s attentions became more forceful and increased in cruelty. Fingers were jammed roughly into orifices, individual women were forced into kisses and the man began to seek out instruments with which to torment their waitresses.

The central dais proved to be a treasure trove of torture implements. From among the flower arrangements drunken and horny businessmen retrieved paddles, riding crops, nipple clamps and vibrators. These were quickly put to use on the hapless women. The room seemed to erupt as women’s squeals turned to screams. Some were held down and their nipples clamped. Others were thrown onto tables and violently raped. From somewhere one man produced a tazer. He aimed it at a woman who ran, her large tits flailing as she desperately tried to escape. Within a few steps he discharged the weapon into her back.  She howled as her body spasmed and she fell to the floor. He rapidly discharged it again, leaving her flailing. She was quickly dragged to a St Andrew’s Cross where she was securely bound – her back facing the room. Within no time she was being raped in the ass.

Not far away I noticed the woman who looked like my wife being pinned down to a table and spread apart. Four men were working to attach clamps to her nipples and then cruelly to her engorged clitoris. She screamed as the teeth of the clamp bit into her sensitive nub. Within no time she was also dragged to a St Andrew’s Cross and secured, this time facing the room. One man had found a hand cranked dynamo and brought it over with a look of glee on his face. The group attached wires to the three clamps as she pleaded and wailed. Within seconds her wails turned to shrieks as one sadist began to crank the little dynamo. She pissed herself when the second man wound it fast and hard. They laughed as she bucked and shrieked. The face painting and sound emanating from her mouth made the whole scene appear like those horrendous Chinese operas.

More women took up the chorus as they were flailed with bamboo poles, spanked and raped. I saw one woman beaten and dragged to a cross. Once she was secured with her ass facing the room an older man walked towards her with a bowl of chilli sauce. He coated a finger in it then jammed it straight into her ass. For good measure he smeared the remainder over her labia and made sure some entered her vagina. She bucked and wailed, adding to the general din.

Another woman was cornered and beaten by a group of five men. They punched her in the stomach then seemed to beat every part of her body as she moaned. They let her stagger away groggy from the abuse until she collapsed. Within seconds of her collapse they had pounced on her and began a furious gang rape. This scene was repeated around the room as the eight women with faces like Chinese opera singers were beaten, abused and raped.

After numerous electric shocks Jennifer passed out. When this occurred the clamp was removed from her clit and her unconscious body was raped by at least twenty men. The brutality continued until all the men were sated. As the room emptied the hapless women were left on crosses or lying on the floor. As the scene faded all that could be heard was the sound of sobbing.