My Girlfriend Became My Wife to Bully Me and Fucks Many Men in Front of Me-2

Turned my best friends into her personal toys.

She found the plan notes on my phone (they’d taken it from me earlier). Saw everything.

“Jake’s the real problem,” she said.

They came for me.

I was still with Lisa—another round finished, her passed out on the floor, covered in cum, exhausted. The door burst open.

“Mom!” Sarah yelled.

Mike and Tyler grabbed me. Punched me hard. Bruised ribs, bloody lip.

“You’re finished, asshole.”

They dragged me outside, threw me on the ground.

“Stay the fuck away,” Chris said, then smashed my phone. Deleted everything.

Sarah cleaned her mom. Carried her to the bathroom, washed every trace away, put her in bed like nothing happened.

Late that night Lisa woke up screaming.

“Kidnapped… raped… Sarah?!”

Sarah held her.

“Shhh, Mom. It was a nightmare. You fell asleep after I came home from school. Nothing happened. Just stress.”

Lisa blinked, confused, hurting.

“It felt so real…”

Sarah hugged her tight.

“Trust me. It’s okay now.”

Next morning at school Sarah walked in like she owned the place. My ex-friends flanked her like bodyguards.

“Kneel, Jake,” she said in the hallway.

I didn’t. They beat the shit out of me—punches, wedgies, slammed me into lockers.

“Bullying starts today,” Mike said with a smirk.

Word spread fast. I was the creep. The loser.

Sarah started collecting more guys. Seduced them in bathrooms, empty classrooms.

“Fuck me good and you get to help destroy Jake.”

Her crew grew—football team, quiet kids, even Mr. Harris the gym teacher after she caught him staring and gave him a quick hookup.

“Sarah owns me now,” he’d mutter, then trip me in the halls or load me with extra detentions.

Every day got worse. Group beat-downs in the parking lot. Lunch money stolen. Eating alone. Teachers ignored it or helped in small ways.

By graduation—the very last day—I was nothing. Broken.

Sarah cornered me behind the gym.

“Marry me. Or I expose everything. Ruin your whole future.”

I was terrified. Dropped to my knees.

“Yes… please.”

Years later we’re married. She forced it. I fuck her when she lets me—always shaking, always scared. She bullies me constantly. Calls me worthless, makes me clean while she laughs at my “tiny dick.”

Every single day and night she brings guys home. Different ones, same ones, doesn’t matter. Ex-friends, old teachers, strangers off apps. She fucks them right in front of me on our bed.

“Watch close, cuck,” she says while they pound her, cum dripping out.

I sit in the corner chair. No choice. If I leave or fight, she’ll destroy me completely.

I did wrong. Real wrong.

Don’t ever do what I did.

Your life could end up exactly like this.