Lily Cafe and the Full-Body Doll

"Click." With a muffled thud, the door to the basement opened, and the previously dim space was illuminated by a warm, pale yellow light. On the large bed in the center of the room, a figure immediately sat up upon hearing the movement nearby. Their naked body trembled violently on the soft bedding, and a silver-white chain connected to a leather collar around the girl's neck jingled softly. Startled awake from a semi-sleep state, and accustomed to the darkness, the girl squinted her eyes against the sudden light. Through the yellow haze, she could see a dark silhouette slowly descending the stairs to her right. The crisp sound of high heels striking the wooden floor was amplified in the basement. The girl seemed to understand what the dark figure's arrival signified. Her narrowed eyes snapped open, and she helplessly turned her head, looking around the room that had tormented her for days. Her trembling intensified. The basement was not cold or oppressive; instead, it resembled a large, exquisitely decorated bedroom. A small crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, a luxurious bed occupied a significant portion of the space, and a massive wooden wardrobe stood beside it, all hinting at the owner's considerable wealth. The dark figure reached the bottom of the stairs, accompanied by the sharp clicking of heels. The girl could finally see the figure clearly. A tall, slender form was clad in a pure black satin evening gown, the cinched waist and flowing skirt accentuating her curves. Beneath the knee-length hem, two slender legs encased in black stockings were visible, walking towards her in shiny high heels. The arms that emerged from the sleeves of this elegant, matronly figure were also wrapped in opaque black stockings. Ribbons at the neckline crossed between her neck and chest, leaving the entire upper chest exposed in a stark blackness. Beneath a wig that reached her shoulders was a small, black face devoid of any features. The thick silk hood concealed the woman's expression entirely, only the contours of her nose and lips beneath the hood hinted at her face… it seemed beautiful. The silky bodysuit shimmered seductively under the light. This clearly high-end, form-fitting silk fabric, even used for stockings, would be expensive. Yet, she had "Sister really understands me..." Suppressing her excitement, the experienced woman quickly found the entrance to the bodysuit. To ensure a beautiful appearance when wearing backless clothing, the only entrance to Luo Ling's custom-made zentai was located a few centimeters above the buttocks. Pulling open the nearly invisible zipper, which was only about a centimeter long, Luo Xi rolled up her stockings and slid her fair, slender legs into the suit. The delicate velvet, as her hands pulled it up, enveloped her entire legs. In no time, Luo Xi had put on the legs as if she were wearing pantyhose. "So comfortable," Luo Xi couldn't help but exclaim. The high-density zentai was extremely elastic and incredibly fine, far surpassing ordinary thick white pantyhose. After staring at her snow-white legs for a while, Luo Xi then grabbed the zipper opening and pulled it to both sides. The originally one-centimeter opening stretched several times larger due to the excellent elasticity of the bodysuit. Taking a deep breath, Luo Xi bent over, pushed her head, already covered by a hairnet, through the opening, and then slipped her hands in. After fumbling for a while, Luo Xi first put her arms into the glove sections, then pulled her head into the hood. Luo Xi straightened up and stood up from the bench. The fabric on her back then covered her entire back, with only a small opening visible above her buttocks. Luo Xi opened her eyes. The silk fabric, now slightly thicker, enveloped her entire small head, but her breathing was not overly restricted. On the contrary, the increased thickness made Luo Xi feel very comfortable and at ease. Luo Ling had thoughtfully thinned the material near the pupils in a way that was difficult to detect. From the outside, Luo Xi's face appeared uniformly snow-white, but in reality, she could clearly see the outside world, as if looking through a layer of white gauze. Through the somewhat hazy vision, Luo Xi carefully adjusted her hands. Her slender fingers looked even more alluring wrapped in the silk stockings. After tidying the hood and other parts of her outfit, Luo Xi walked to the full-length mirror. The chest area had a separate space, ensuring that Luo Xi's well-developed breasts would not be compressed and would appear even more shapely. The custom-made zentai perfectly reflected her slender and graceful figure. A hint of crimson showed at her heels and elbows; otherwise, it was completely opaque and snow-white. The entire zentai had no visible seams, appearing as if it were a single, seamless piece. "It seems Sister put in a lot of effort." Feeling the comfort of being enveloped by velvet all over her body, Luo Xi even had an impulse to wear it home. "Hoo~~" Exhaling excitedly through the hood, Luo Xi looked at the perfect white human form in the mirror, secretly delighted. "So comfortable..." After admiring herself in the mirror for a while, Luo Xi picked up the light blue dress, unzipped the back, and slid her snow-white legs into the opening, pulling it up to the neckline. Above the pink bow was Luo Xi's pure white swan neck and head. Her nostrils twitched slightly, greedily inhaling the unique fragrance of the silk fabric. The thin cotton skirt just covered her thighs. Below her slender calves were her smooth, white silk feet, stepping on the floor of the fitting room. Luo Xi sat back down on the bench and picked up a pair of white ankle socks with lace trim. After putting on the pantyhose, she then put on the silk ankle socks. At this moment, the fitting room door creaked open. "Xiao Xi, are you done changing?" Mu Fan's head poked through the door. He saw a white, humanoid figure sitting on the bench, bending over and pulling up her ankle socks. His heart instantly sped up, but Mu Fan pretended to be normal and pushed the door open. "Sister Ling asked me to bring your shoes in." Mu Fan placed a pair of matching blue high heels on the floor. The crisp sound of high heels echoed through the cafe as Xue Xin, guided by the bright moonlight outside, walked across the hall to the innermost part. She lifted the covering curtain, revealing a sky-blue wall. Xue Xin fumbled along the wall for a moment, and a small opening appeared in the blue plaster, exposing a hidden keyhole embedded in the wall. Had Xue Xin not told anyone herself, no one would have imagined that behind the cafe wall, in plain sight, there was a door leading to the basement. The key slid into the lock and turned slowly. Xue Xin pushed open the hidden door in the wall, pressed the light switch at the top of the stairs, and gracefully descended, lifting her skirt. Her black stockings clinging to the wooden railing, Xue Xin slowly walked down the stairs, looking at Mu Fan, who was still lying on the bed, unconscious. A gasp escaped from beneath the hood. "Tsk." After tidying up a pile of things on the table opposite the bed, Xue Xin approached the bed with a collection of items. Her long eyelashes fluttered over closed eyes, her brows furrowed, Mu Fan still held the expression from when she was last drugged. Her high nose and delicate pink lips were set against flawlessly fair skin. To Xue Xin, such an undeniable beauty was merely a vixen stealing her beloved. And... from now on, a toy belonging solely to her. With a rough hand, Xue Xin stripped off all of Mu Fan's clothes, tossing them aside, leaving only a pair of black thigh-high stockings that matched her school uniform. "A great beauty, huh? From now on, you're my dog..." Prying open the unconscious Mu Fan's lips, Xue Xin fixed a pink latex gag onto her head, the ball filling her entire mouth. Then, Xue Xin picked up a pair of short black latex gloves and put them on Mu Fan's hands, tightening the straps. Though called gloves, they were essentially just lumps of black latex. Once on, they tightly bound Mu Fan's hands, making it impossible to even open them. Taking out two bundles of thin hemp rope, Xue Xin skillfully bound Mu Fan's fists, which had turned black, in front of her. She then brought Mu Fan's black-stockinged legs, which were splayed on the bed, together and tightly bound her ankles and thighs with the rope. Next, Xue Xin pressed down on Mu Fan's limp shoulders and rolled her over, so her entire back faced her. Mu Fan's smooth, clean back showed well-defined lines from exertion. Xue Xin picked up a red and white fluffy tail from the bed and snarled from beneath her hood. "A fox should look like a fox." Holding the tail, one could see a long string of transparent beads at its base. Horrifying, walnut-sized spheres dangled from the base of the tail, swaying slightly. Without hesitation, Xue Xin used her black-stockinged hand to hold Mu Fan's fair buttocks and, with the other, inserted the beads, coated with aphrodisiac, one by one into her rear. The pain and uncomfortable swelling in her nether regions caused Mu Fan to awaken from her stupor. "I've been kidnapped?" The question swirled in her mind. Feeling weak all over, she realized she seemed to be lying on a soft, large bed. Apart from her stockings, she was naked. Her head felt fuzzy, and discomfort radiated from various parts of her body. Mu Fan tried to scream for help. "Mmph!" It was then that Mu Fan discovered a shameful gag had been placed in her mouth at some point. Another wave of pain shot through her rear. Mu Fan exerted all her strength, twisted her head to look back, and a sense of dread instantly spread through her entire body. She saw a black, faceless humanoid figure standing by the bed, inserting a red and white tail-like object into her lower body. Her survival instinct kicked in, and Mu Fan tried to kick away the person by the bed, only to find her legs tightly bound and unable to move. Even her hands, pressed beneath her, were tied. "Mmph... mmph, mmph." Mu Fan let out muffled groans of terror. Seeing that she was awake, Xue Xin simply released the gag, which was only half inserted, and rolled her over from her stomach-lying position on the bed so she faced her. Having been turned over, Mu Fan struggled to lift her head and finally got a clear look at the black figure. She wore a discreetly luxurious strapless dress, but the upper edge of the bodice was a patch of black that gleamed with silk. Looking up, not only her breasts but also her neck, collarbones, and arms were encased in what appeared to be high-quality silk stockings. Her slender, black-stockinged arms seemed to be adorned with a pair of black silk gloves, shifting with alluring moiré patterns under the light. The woman was about 170cm tall, a head taller than herself. The black strapless dress beautifully accentuated the woman's proud chest. The form-fitting, fringed hem of the skirt reached a little below the knees, and beneath it were slender, black-stockinged calves and delicate feet clad in velvet stilettos. Mu Fan recognized the woman's attire; it was the same as what Rosie wore for her photoshoot. She was wearing a black Zentai! However, unlike the sweet intimacy she shared with Rosie at the clothing store, in this unfamiliar environment, the woman completely encased in black only instilled a deep sense of fear and unease. Wriggling her head on the bed, Mu Fan looked around and found herself on a luxurious large bed. The room was exquisitely decorated. If not for the pile of adult toys the woman had placed beside her, this could have been the boudoir of a wealthy young lady. To the right of the bed was a huge wardrobe, and to the left, a floor-to-ceiling mirror, a table, and other items. The room was softly lit. At the end of the room, directly opposite the foot of the bed, was a long staircase. Mu Fan realized she was likely in a basement. This doll, like a black silk princess, was now stroking her black-stockinged chin. Her eyes were hidden, but Mu Fan, as a woman, could keenly sense that she was contemplating how to harm her. The black-stockinged woman finally seemed to make up her mind. She leaned forward, reached behind Mu Fan's head, unfastened the buckle, and removed the gag. The woman's black-stockinged body was very close to her. The faint scent of silk mixed with the woman's own fragrance wafted into Mu Fan's nostrils. Looking at the slender, silk-sheened arm reaching before her and the fine, intricate texture of the silk fabric covering her body, Mu Fan noticed a barely perceptible seam near the woman's collarbones. Above the seam was an unfathomable blackness. Beneath the dark gray wig, a small, black-stockinged face with no visible pores was visible. The outline of a high nose bridge and perfect lips were faintly discernible beneath the black silk. Xue Xin saw that Mu Fan had stopped speaking, so she picked up a pink object from the bed and leaned closer. She attached the pink nipple clamps to Mu Fan's nipples, which had hardened from shock. Thin wires, like those of wired earphones, connected the two clamps and led to a vibrator. Mu Fan blushed just looking at the toy, realizing how vastly different it was from what she used at home. —Why would someone have something like this? Is this a robbery? —Will I be photographed like this and used to threaten my parents? The woman inserted the vibrator, coated with aphrodisiac and held by a black silk handle, into Mu Fan's wet core. Two slender fingers followed, pushing the vibrator deeper. With foreign objects filling both her private parts and her rear, Mu Fan's unease intensified. Enduring the discomfort, she asked, "Was it you who was following me before?" Xue Xin ignored her, turned to the table, picked up a transparent bag, and returned to the bed. She opened the sealed bag and took out a pair of black pantyhose that she had worn for several days. She crumpled the pantyhose into a ball and, gripping Mu Fan's chin, said, "Open your mouth." The pantyhose, carrying a strong scent, made Mu Fan squint. The woman's grip on her chin tightened, her smooth, silk-clad hand creating two deep dimples on Mu Fan's cheeks. Physically resisting, Mu Fan kept her lips tightly shut, shaking her head from side to side, trying to break free from the woman's grasp. "Slap!" Suddenly, Xue Xin raised her arm and delivered a fierce slap to Mu Fan's face. The muffled sound of the thick silk palm hitting her cheek echoed in the basement. Mu Fan's face was slapped to the side, and the burning pain made her eyes widen, tears streaming down uncontrollably. She had never been hit like this, not even by her parents. Now, in an unknown basement, she had been slapped hard by a woman whose face she couldn't see. Mu Fan felt an overwhelming sense of injustice and unwillingness. "Why..." Xue Xin gripped Mu Fan's chin again. "Say it again, open your mouth." Mu Fan trembled, but her head remained stubbornly turned away. Seeing her still clenching her teeth, Xue Xin raised her arm again and swung down with force. "Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" The black silk palm struck Mu Fan's delicate cheek four times in quick succession. Mu Fan was stunned, her mind blank, forgetting even to resist. This time, Xue Xin easily pried open Mu Fan's lips and stuffed the pantyhose inside. The smell of sweat mixed with the woman's body odor filled Mu Fan's mouth, making her gag. She tried to push the pantyhose out with her tongue, but Xue Xin gave her no chance. As soon as the pantyhose were in, she used a ball gag to block Mu Fan's mouth, securing it behind her head. "Don't you realize I'm wearing this because I don't want you to see my face?" The woman brought her black silk-clad face close to Mu Fan and said coldly. Looking at the black silk texture up close and the outline of a nose and lips beneath the hood, Mu Fan fell into complete despair. After fitting a black latex fox muzzle onto Mu Fan's face, Xue Xin picked up a collar with a long chain and fastened it around her neck. "Get down." With a strong tug on the chain, Xue Xin pulled Mu Fan, who was lying on the bed, to the floor. Her limbs restrained, Mu Fan could only kneel on the ground, supporting herself with her black-gloved fists. The beaded plug at her rear, half inserted, dangled in the air. Xue Xin sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the hem of her fringed skirt, and said, "Take off your stockings." Mu Fan's mind buzzed as she looked at the black silk-clad long legs before her. —Take them off? What do I do... Seeing Mu Fan's inaction, Xue Xin grabbed her long hair and pulled upwards forcefully. "Don't you understand?" The sharp pain at her scalp made Mu Fan gasp, and the scent of the pantyhose in her mouth instantly flooded her throat. With no hope of escape, Mu Fan could only kneel on the ground, extending her fox-muzzled head, her slender snout rubbing against the lace at her inner thighs. Normally, thigh-high stockings would be easy to remove from slippery pantyhose, but Mu Fan, with her restricted movement, took several minutes, her head bobbing up and down, to finally slide the entire stocking down to her ankle. Looking down through her hood at the pathetic Mu Fan beneath her, who was like a dog nuzzling her black silk legs, Xue Xin's clitoris, wrapped in layers of black silk, began to tremble. "Turn around." Xue Xin's voice remained cold as she commanded. Mu Fan pushed herself up with her fists, her knees shuffling slowly as she obediently turned around, her red tail facing the woman. Xue Xin kicked off her high heels and placed her black silk-clad foot on Mu Fan's smooth buttocks. After a moment of friction, she stepped on the base of the fox tail and kicked the remaining beaded plug all the way in. "Mmph! Mmph..." The searing pain in her rear made Mu Fan cry out, her back muscles tensing sharply. But with the pantyhose stuffed in her mouth, she could only let out muffled groans. Mu Fan was in despair. Two days ago, the mysterious woman in black silk had removed the collar from her neck. She had thought it was the end, but it turned out to be the beginning of a new nightmare. Naked, she was first fitted with a pair of earplugs, and then the woman dressed her in a thin, flesh-colored, full-body latex suit. Two small holes at the breasts exposed her nipples perfectly. The crotch of the latex suit had three low-hanging, thick, transparent tubes with openings at the tips, all of which were inserted by the woman into her bodily orifices. Except for the specially softened latex tube in her vagina, the tubes inserted into her anus and urethra were solid, thick latex. Without even using lubricant, the woman directly stuffed Mu Fan full with these three tubes. Just as she was gritting her teeth in pain, the woman put a hood on her. The mouth area also had a thick tube with an opening at the tip, extending straight into the depths of her throat. The tube, filling Mu Fan's entire mouth, had two spiral ridges at its entrance, making it easy for her to bite down. Having been force-fed aphrodisiacs for a long time, Mu Fan was weak and powerless at all times, unable to resist the woman's manipulations. The pain of the deep throat caused her to gag weakly, but the full-body latex hood prevented the tube in her mouth from moving even a millimeter. Soon, a thick black latex suit with only an opening for the face was also put on her. The thickness of the latex suit reached a terrifying three millimeters. Even with a layer of lubricant-coated thin latex as a base, the woman still struggled with all her might to put it on. This full-body latex suit, with no gaps except for the face opening and the opening exposing her lower body, felt like an instrument of torture. Just putting it on made Mu Fan struggle to breathe. Even more excessive were the two enormous latex mounds on the chest of the suit, several times larger than her own breasts. Within these two huge black mounds, two vertical tubes ran through, one end attached to Mu Fan's exposed nipples, and the other connected to the outside through a small opening. Her hands were tied behind her back, and the woman hung Mu Fan's forearms from an iron bar on a rack in front of the bed. Then, she tied her legs and shackled her ankles, hoisting her entire body up. Next, the woman smeared thick, viscous liquid all over the flesh-colored latex face, blocking the two small holes left below her nostrils. Mu Fan felt that every breath was a luxury. The woman did not stop. With her sight and hearing deprived, Mu Fan could only feel the woman repeatedly thrusting a thick dildo into the tube in her mouth. Only after the woman, satisfied, climaxed and withdrew the dildo, could Mu Fan gasp for that meager bit of air. Before she could recover, the woman placed a fox mask over her face. The last bit of fresh air and light was completely cut off. The only breathing openings were the two pitifully small micro-holes on the mask. Mu Fan had completely transformed into a latex human doll wearing a fox mask. The woman activated the vibration function in her rear and the squeezing function at her nipples, then left. Mu Fan, now an immobile sex doll made of latex, was left alone in the basement. Except for the brief moments of light during scheduled feeding and excretion, Mu Fan spent all her time in a dark void. Deprived of sight and hearing, even a satisfying breath was a luxury, only an endless hell of orgasms. Until this day... the vibration in her rear suddenly intensified, and the suction at her nipples also increased sharply. She could feel her breast milk being squeezed out and dripping down. Then, the woman opened the hood and removed the latex piece from her face. Mu Fan, finally seeing light, wanted to cherish this hard-won opportunity, but she froze when she saw the two people in the room. Through the tiny eyeholes of the latex hood, she could see a bit of the room. The woman was still completely wrapped in black silk, and the other person... was only wearing a layer of thin white silk. It was blurry, but Mu Fan wouldn't mistake it... that face... it was clearly Roxi! — Was Roxi also kidnapped? — Why was he with the woman? All sorts of questions swirled in her mind. The woman did not do anything out of line to Roxi, merely caressing his face, likely talking about something, but Mu Fan couldn't hear. Their gentle actions and Roxi's docile expression... did they seem... intimate? How could this be? The questions in her heart multiplied. Did Roxi know the woman? Roxi couldn't see, should I warn him? Having experienced multiple orgasms, Mu Fan, exhausted, struggled with all her might, wriggling her body beneath the thick latex. However, Roxi acted as if he hadn't seen her, walked over to a chair, sat down, and took out a white silk bodysuit, slowly putting it on. Under Xue Xin's training, Mu Fan had become obsessed with such full-body silk garments. Although she couldn't touch them, just looking at them was enough to make her nipples and clitoris engorge and harden. And her beloved Roxi, sitting in front of her on that luxurious chair, putting on layer after layer of tight silk, his legs gradually turning snow-white through the sheer fabric, his delicate face gradually changing from blurry to a perfect white silk mask with only the bridge of his nose protruding. Mu Fan felt an unbearable surge of lust. Bookstore… incense burner… a realistic mask beneath a woman’s hood… memories flooded back, and in a golden haze, Xiang Nan recalled her experiences. “Kidnapped…” Slowly opening her narrowed eyes, the first thing she saw was a large wooden wardrobe. The dark wardrobe’s top nearly reached the ceiling, and its closed doors were carved with intricate patterns. In front of the wardrobe, between two standing metal poles, was a two-meter-long iron bar. In the middle of the iron bar stood a naked girl. Her wrists were bound behind her back, pulled upwards at a forty-five-degree angle. A ring passed through the rope between her wrists, suspending her from the middle iron bar. A black blindfold covered her eyes, obscuring her vision. Her hair was disheveled, and her rather pretty face was puffed out, her mouth sealed shut with flesh-colored tape, something stuffed inside. Her legs were bound tightly together with rope. She wore a pair of delicate and soft black pantyhose, clearly expensive. Both her nipples were covered with white electrodes, the thin wires converging below and disappearing into the waistband of the pantyhose, emitting a faint hum. The girl’s hands were bound and pulled upwards behind her, forcing her entire body to lean forward. The black silk of the pantyhose at her crotch glistened under the light. Upon closer inspection, streams of liquid were slowly flowing down her thighs. A small puddle had formed beneath her feet. The slightly bowed head trembled intermittently as if from an electric shock, and her tightly pressed thighs rubbed together with minuscule movements, as if enduring the stimulation in her crotch. Seeing a naked girl suspended like this, with a toy inserted into her sensitive parts, was undoubtedly a show of dominance from the owner of the house. Forcing herself to look away from her, Xiang Nan turned her head and began to carefully examine the rest of the room. The room was decorated luxuriously and exquisitely. The chandelier on the ceiling cast a golden glow throughout the room. Directly ahead was a long staircase leading to a closed door at the end. To the left of the room was a plush leather chair, next to which stood a massive long table covered with various items, large and small. In front of the chair was a device similar to the one holding the girl. However, the horizontal metal bar in the middle was lower. A black, humanoid figure was suspended from the bar, head forward and feet backward. The thick latex reflected a strange sheen under the light. There was no movement, only the exaggeratedly large latex breasts hanging down quivering with a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor, which made Xiang Nan realize it was a living person. The numbness in her limbs from when she first woke up had subsided, and a dull ache spread from her wrists. Xiang Nan realized her perspective of the girl in front of her was strange. With difficulty, she turned her head and glanced behind her with her peripheral vision. Only then did Xiang Nan discover she had been kneeling on the ground the entire time. In her peripheral vision, Xiang Nan could vaguely make out a rectangular metal frame behind her. Her hands were spread out in a “big” shape, bent backward. Her wrists were each secured to the sides of the frame with handcuffs, and her feet were also tied to the sides with rope. She was kneeling in an extremely humiliating position. Her clothes were long gone, revealing the curves of her body, honed by years of exercise. She wore a pair of black pantyhose identical to the girl’s, but without any other intimate toys. Xiang Nan tried to pull her hands, but found she couldn’t move the frame an inch. “Hoo… Calm down…” After several deep breaths, the tension in Xiang Nan’s nerves finally eased. “Rosie told me that bookstore was suspicious, and it’s actually a criminal den? I was caught unprepared and now I’m in… a basement?” “The person in the maid outfit I saw at the bookstore looked young, a high school student?” “She seemed to have a good relationship with the bookstore owner. A family member? No, no… that woman said she was just helping out, so it must be a partnership.” “Wearing a mask, not wanting to reveal her identity. Around my age, a girl, operating for a long time, connected to the bookstore owner, almost all victims are from our school. Does she have a grudge against me? Is she also from our school?” Calming down, Xiang Nan ignored the aches from various parts of her body and integrated the information in her mind to analyze it. A vague profile of the culprit quickly emerged in her mind. “If I can get out, the first thing I’ll do is call the police to investigate that bookstore, and then the mastermind. I need to start by investigating the school.” “But now… I need to find a way to escape…” Looking at the metal frame, which didn’t budge despite the rattling of the handcuffs as she strained her wrists, Xiang Nan fell into a dilemma again. She didn’t even know if she could escape, and there were two other victims here. What should she do… Leave them? No… Escape first and then call the police? What if they retaliate… The confident Kanan from school was now streaked with tears. "So noisy," Rosie pouted, picking up a black latex hood. Without regard for Kanan's disheveled hair as she sobbed, Rosie stood behind her and yanked the hem of the hood, pulling it directly over Kanan's head. The slightly small latex hood clung tightly to Kanan's head. She had been crying out moments before, but suddenly her vision went black, and the distinct smell of latex filled her nostrils. The hood was micro-perforated, with two small holes positioned over Kanan's nose, allowing only a sliver of air with forceful breaths. Fortunately, the hood had an opening for the mouth, and Kanan's lips were just exposed. —What is this? Suddenly deprived of sight and with her breathing restricted, Kanan's heart leaped in alarm. Unable to see anything, and with no idea what Rosie behind her was planning, a strong sense of unease washed over Kanan. Tightening the lower edge of the hood, Rosie immediately placed a leather strap with a metal O-ring, matching the hood, over Kanan's mouth. The metal O-ring locked into the hood's opening, forcibly prying Kanan's mouth open. Only her tongue, peeking through the metal ring, was visible. Rosie tied the buckle behind her head, ensuring Kanan couldn't make any loud noises. Next, Rosie picked up a dildo covered in menacing, raised bumps and thrust it directly into Kanan's pussy. Although Kanan had experience with self-pleasure toys, they were nothing compared to this dildo. Blind, Kanan could only feel a hard, massive object rub against her pussy before being shoved inside. The bumps scraped against Kanan's tender inner walls. There was no pleasure; due to its sheer size, the suddenly inserted dildo only brought Kanan excruciating pain. After fully inserting the enormous instrument into Kanan, Rosie pulled up her pantyhose again, covering the slight protrusion of the exposed toys. Then, Rosie placed two electrode pads on Kanan's now stiff and erect nipples. A "Y"-shaped wire led down to a vibrator no longer than a pinky finger. Rosie held the vibrator and, reaching into the crotch of the pantyhose with her slender white hand, fumbled to position it inside Kanan's urethra. At this point, every orifice on Kanan's body was sealed shut. Her exhaled breaths swirled within the latex hood, her breathing and heartbeat amplified several times, sounding unnervingly clear. With three toys filling her lower body, even though they weren't active, the swelling and stinging pain made Kanan miserable. She had initially worried about what would happen to the other two people here once she got out, but now, she wasn't sure if she would even make it to tomorrow. Rosie admired her handiwork, then turned to pick up a sealed plastic bag from the bed. As soon as the seal was broken, a powerful foot odor assaulted her, so pungent that even through several layers of silk fabric, Rosie couldn't block out the acrid smell. Disgusted, Rosie used two fingers to pick up the item inside: a pair of thin, white pantyhose, the kind Rosie usually wore as a base layer under her zentai suits at school. "After waiting so long, I can finally use them. Enjoy them, I wore them for two full weeks." An electronic voice sounded near Kanan's ear, but muffled by the latex hood, she couldn't hear clearly. —Two weeks? Before she could even process the thought, the next moment, a salty, pungent smell was forced into the opening of the metal ring. The intense foot odor, mixed with a salty taste, instantly filled Kanan's entire mouth. She gagged, her tongue instinctively pushing outwards, but Rosie's nimble fingers quickly shoved the entire pair of pantyhose into her mouth, giving her no chance to resist. "Gag...!" Following this, a latex dildo, with a diameter matching the metal ring, was pushed into the opening, forcing the wad of pantyhose further down her throat. The pain of gagging on the dildo made Kanan retch again, but this time, only a faint moan of pain escaped her throat. The base of the latex dildo had a metal plate that connected and locked with the metal O-ring on the hood, making it impossible to expel the dildo without assistance. With all preparations complete, Rosie flipped all the switches on Kanan, large and small. The foot odor and salty taste saturated Kanan's mouth. Combined with the dildo extending deep into her throat, she couldn't even swallow her saliva normally. Beneath the micro-perforated hood, every breath felt like torture. The pain in her lower body was even more intense. The dildo in her pussy and the anal beads in her rear were vibrating at high frequency, and even the vibrator in her urethra was relentlessly assaulting her tender flesh. The toys filling her nether regions already caused Kanan swelling and unbearable pain. As the switches were activated, all the toys began to work, amplifying the stinging sensation severalfold. Kanan's black-hooded head shook violently in agony. Blind, she listened to her own heavy breathing under the hood, feeling as if her head would explode. Suddenly, a warm stream flowed from her crotch, trickling slowly down the inside of her pantyhose. Kanan had lost control of her bladder. When was the last time she had wet herself? Probably around kindergarten or first grade.