Operation: Capturing the Beautiful Girl

In the spacious exhibition hall, dozens of transparent glass cabinets stood, each housing a female mannequin completely encased in black latex. These mannequins possessed perfect figures, their every curve from slender waists to full breasts clearly defined by the latex. Terrifyingly, they remained utterly still, their breathing barely perceptible, with only tiny holes at the nostrils to indicate they were alive. "These are our latest products," a gentle male voice came from behind. Shen Ruowei spun around abruptly, seeing a young man with gold-rimmed glasses and a white lab coat smiling at her. His name tag read: Chief Designer – Qin Yi. "Dr. Qin, there are reports of illegal detention here. I need to conduct a search," Shen Ruowei stated, flashing her badge, her tone icy. "Of course," Qin Yi spread his hands, appearing cooperative. "But Detective Shen, I believe you may have some misunderstanding about our business. These mannequins all voluntarily underwent modification. We have formal contracts." Shen Ruowei sneered and began a thorough inspection of the exhibition hall. As she passed one of the glass cabinets, the mannequin inside suddenly twitched slightly, emitting a faint whimper. Shen Ruowei stopped immediately, leaning close to the glass for a better look. "This one seems a bit restless," Qin Yi approached and pressed a button next to the cabinet. Instantly, the mannequin inside began to tremble violently, a dense buzzing emanating from beneath her that sent a shiver down Shen Ruowei's spine. "What did you do to her?" Shen Ruowei demanded sharply. "Just the normal operation of the internal toys," Qin Yi adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting an eerie light. "Detective Shen, since you're so interested in our products, why don't you experience them yourself?" The moment he finished speaking, Shen Ruowei felt the ground disappear beneath her, and she plunged into a hidden trap. She tried to grab the edge, but it was too late. ... When Shen Ruowei regained consciousness, she found herself secured to a metal chair. Her hands were bound behind her back, and her long, black-stockinged legs were strapped to two separate chair legs, leaving her spread-eagled. To her further shame, her leather jacket had been removed at some point, leaving her in only a white, tight-fitting slip dress, her ample bosom straining against the thin fabric. "Awake?" Qin Yi sat opposite her, holding a cup of coffee. "Detective Shen, I must say, you are the most perfect material I've ever seen. With this body proportion, this skin texture, after modification, it will sell for an astronomical price." "You're asking for death!" Shen Ruowei struggled forcefully, only to find that her restraints were not ordinary ropes, but a soft, black latex material that tightened the more she struggled. "Don't waste your energy. This is memory latex; it automatically adjusts its tightness based on the applied force," Qin Yi put down his coffee cup and picked up a metal tray from a nearby shelf. "Look, these are all prepared for you." The tray was neatly laid out with various instruments Shen Ruowei had never seen before: strings of electrified vibrators, a gag ball with a mesh texture, suction cup nipple clamps, and a neatly folded set of black, full-coverage latex clothing. "Do you know who I am? I'm the head of the Serious Crimes Unit at the North City Police Department! My father is... Mmph mmph mmph!!!" Before Shen Ruowei could finish, Qin Yi picked up the mesh gag ball and stuffed it into her mouth, then tightly fastened the strap behind her head. The gag ball seemed to be coated with some kind of drug; the moment it touched her mouth, it began to dissolve, a sweet aroma flowing down her throat and into her body. "I know who you are, Detective Shen," Qin Yi said, playing with the nipple clamps in his hand. "Your father is the Police Commissioner, and you yourself are a star in the police force. But precisely because of that, you are worth even more." "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!" Shen Ruowei shook her head desperately, her hair falling messily onto her shoulders. She could feel the drug in the gag ball taking effect, her body starting to heat up uncontrollably, a wave of tingling pleasure spreading through her private parts. Qin Yi ignored her resistance and picked up a pink vibrator, walking towards her. This vibrator was considerably larger than average, its surface covered in tiny raised bumps. Just looking at it made one imagine how stimulating it would be to insert. He parted the thin fabric, pressing the vibrating bullet vibrator against her wet core, then slowly pushed it inside. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!!!" Shen Ruowei arched her body violently, her black-stockinged legs trembling from the intense stimulation. The moment the vibrator entered her, she could clearly feel the sensation of every protrusion scraping against her inner walls. This feeling, amplified tenfold by the drugs, completely shattered her reason. Qin Yi didn't stop there. He picked up a second bullet vibrator and inserted it as well. Then a third, a fourth... until Shen Ruowei's honeyed cavity was completely filled. Only then did he pull up the torn stockings, using their elasticity to firmly secure the vibrators inside her. "Alright, this is just the beginning." Qin Yi clapped his hands. Two women in nurse uniforms pushed a cart into the room. On the cart lay the black, full-body latex suit. Shen Ruowei was already on the verge of madness, tormented by the vibrators inside her. The vibrators seemed to have a specific program, sometimes vibrating simultaneously, sometimes alternating, sometimes stopping abruptly, leaving her teetering on the edge of pleasure. Saliva dripped continuously from the holes of the mesh gag, leaving large wet patches on her full breasts. Qin Yi directed the two nurses to unbind Shen Ruowei from the chair, but they only released her from the restraints on the chair legs. Her hands remained bound behind her back. Without support, Shen Ruowei collapsed onto the floor, her black-stockinged legs clamped tightly together, trying to alleviate the stimulation in her private parts. "Put it on, it's custom-made for you." Qin Yi unfolded the latex suit, and Shen Ruowei finally saw its full appearance. It was a one-piece, full-body latex suit, covering her from toes to head, leaving only the nostrils exposed for breathing. The inside of the latex suit was lined with fine fuzz, ensuring a perfect fit against the skin once worn. It was said that if worn for too long, it would even meld with the skin, becoming impossible to remove. No... don't... Shen Ruowei screamed in her mind, but her body was no longer under her control. The two nurses effortlessly lifted her and began to put on the terrifying latex suit. First, her legs. The latex material tightly encased Shen Ruowei's slender, black-stockinged legs. The fuzz on the inside caused her skin to tingle with both itchiness and pleasure. Next came her torso. As the latex wrapped around her delicate waist, Shen Ruowei felt the vibrators inside her being squeezed deeper, pressing directly against her cervix. Then, her upper body. The two nurses released Shen Ruowei's arms from behind and guided them into the specially made arm sleeves of the latex suit, then tightened them again, keeping her hands bound behind her back. As the latex enveloped her full breasts, the suction cups on the surface automatically attached to her nipples, slowly drawing out milk. Finally, her head. Black latex crept up her neck, covering Shen Ruowei's exquisite face, her small, delicate nose, her soft ears, until her entire head was completely encased. With the exception of the two small holes reserved for her nostrils, she was completely isolated from the outside world. "Mmm... mmm..." Shen Ruowei could now only emit extremely faint whimpers. The full-body latex suit had transformed her into a faceless black mannequin, with only her graceful figure hinting at the stunning beauty she once was. Qin Yi circled Shen Ruowei once, nodding with satisfaction. "Perfect, truly perfect. Send her to the training room. Once the training is complete, you will be the most valuable commodity this quarter." The two nurses pushed the now doll-like Shen Ruowei out of the exhibition hall. On the cart, Shen Ruowei could only perceive external sounds and vibrations through the latex suit. She heard a door open, then felt herself being pushed into a room filled with strange noises. The room was permeated with a strong scent of female pheromones. Through the vibrations from the floor, Shen Ruowei could sense that there were others here, many others. Like herself, they had all been transformed into black figures, undergoing various training exercises. Shen Ruowei felt herself being lifted off the trolley and positioned on her hands and knees. Then, something clicked onto her wrists and ankles. With a series of locking sounds, she realized she was secured to a frame, trapped in this humiliating posture. "Let's start with a basic sensitivity test," the trainer's voice announced. Immediately, Shen Ruowei felt the vibrators inside her begin to pulse with extreme intensity. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!!!" The overwhelming pleasure instantly shattered Shen Ruowei's nerves. Under the influence of the drugs, every sensation was amplified tenfold. With five vibrators operating at their highest setting simultaneously, her body felt as though it were about to explode. She struggled desperately, but her hands were bound behind her, her legs secured to the frame. There was nothing she could do but writhe. Worse still, she couldn't even reach climax. Just as she neared the peak, the vibrators would automatically shut off. As she slowly cooled down, they would begin again, a torturous cycle. "Her constitution seems good; she's lasted this long on the first try," the trainer murmured, making notes in a book. "Let's continue the training. At the very least, you need to learn to maintain consciousness during an orgasm." And so, Shen Ruowei's life as a training doll began. Every day, she underwent various forms of training. Sometimes she was fixed in different positions on frames, with internal toys working for hours. Other times, she was suspended in the air, experiencing the dual stimulation of weightlessness and restraint. Occasionally, she was placed in a sealed chamber filled with aphrodisiac gas, left to struggle alone in the darkness. Her consciousness oscillated between pleasure and despair. At first, Shen Ruowei maintained the vigilance of a detective, searching for any chance to escape. But as time passed, she found her will slowly eroding. On the tenth day, the trainer fitted her with custom earplugs, completely depriving her of hearing. On the twentieth day, the eye sections of her latex suit were thickened, extinguishing even the faintest perception of light. On the thirtieth day, the ball gag in her mouth was replaced with a dildo that extended deep into her throat, leaving her only capable of whimpers. Now, Shen Ruowei had become a human being completely cut off from the world. No sight, no sound, unable to speak or move. The only thing she could "feel" was the ever-accumulating pleasure in her body. Strangely, she began to anticipate her daily training sessions. Because only when she was tormented into orgasm could she feel that she was still alive. The endless vibrations of the internal toys, the persistent stimulation of the suction cups on her breasts, the memory foam restraints tightening on her legs – these had become the meaning of her existence. On the fortieth day, Qin Yi came to check on her condition. "Is her consciousness still clear?" he asked the trainer. "Reasonably so, but she no longer resists," the trainer replied, gesturing to a glass cabinet. Shen Ruowei knelt quietly inside, a black latex figure showing no signs of struggle. "Yesterday, we tried letting her move freely for a bit. She ended up crawling back into the cabinet herself and even closed the door." "Take her down and put her in proper restraints." Two burly men stepped forward and unhooked Isabelle from the rafter. The moment she landed, she collapsed on the floor, trembling uncontrollably, the vibrator inside her still pulsing wildly. "As planned, we'll start with basic restraint training," Madam Nightingale said, picking up a bundle of red cotton rope from a cart. "Put this on." It was a corset woven from cotton rope. Calling it clothing was more like a spiderweb – a dense tangle of ropes forming a sheath with an opening no bigger than a palm. The burly men propped up the limp Isabelle and forced the rope garment onto her. The rope sheath extended from her neck to her ankles, wrapping her completely. Madam Nightingale grabbed a row of rope ends on the back of the sheath and pulled them tight, one by one. "Ugh... Ugh ah!!!" Isabelle moaned in pain. The rope sheath tightened, the coarse cotton digging deeply into her fair skin, accentuating every curve of her body. Her breasts were squeezed into fuller mounds, and the nipples clamped by the clips were swollen and red, almost bleeding. The ropes between her legs were even more tightly embedded in her core, pushing the vibrating egg inside her deeper. "This pose is good," Madam Nightingale said, circling to the front and nodding with satisfaction. She then picked up a separate cotton rope, threaded it between Isabelle's legs, looped it from front to back, and then back to the front again, pulling it tight after several repetitions. "Mmmph!!!" That rope settled precisely between her wet core and her rear, and the sensitive inner walls, already made numb by the vibrator, were abraded by the coarse rope, immediately producing a gush of淫水 that soaked the rope, making it gleam wetly. Next were her arms. Madam Nightingale bent Isabelle's hands backward behind her, crossing her forearms with her palms facing outward. Then, she began to wrap the rope from her wrists, spiraling upwards. First her wrists, then her forearms, then her elbows, finally securing the end of the rope to the back of the sheath, rendering her arms completely immobile. "Alright, phase one is complete," Madam Nightingale said, clapping her hands. "Take her to rest. Remember, the vibrator stays on; continuous vibration for twenty-four hours. We'll proceed to the next phase when she learns not to resist." The two burly men hoisted the bound Isabelle and dragged her into a small adjoining cell, dumping her onto a wooden plank bed covered with only a thin blanket. The cell door closed, and darkness descended. Isabelle lay on her side on the hard wooden bed, her hands bound behind her back, completely unable to move. Her legs were tightly encased by the rope sheath, allowing only small, restricted movements. The clips on her breasts still pinched painfully, and the vibrator inside her continued to pulse tirelessly. She wanted to scream, to call for help, but when she opened her mouth, only hoarse moans escaped. She stared at the ceiling, her mind a chaotic mess. "I am a general of the Northern Empire... How could this happen..." "No, I can't give up... I must find a way..." "But... but it really hurts so much..." "No, I can't think about this... I must... I must..." Under the dual assault of darkness and pleasure, Isabelle's consciousness began to blur. She didn't know how much time had passed, only that the vibrator inside her was constantly buzzing, the clips on her breasts a persistent ache, and the ropes on her body a constant reminder that she was no longer the high-ranking general she once was. Cecilia activated her magic sense, and the world before her eyes instantly filled with colorful magical light. She was shocked to discover that the land beneath her feet was almost entirely covered by a vast network of magic, with countless hair-thin threads of magic spreading beneath the surface. Among the fallen stone pillars and broken walls, she found things that defied belief. They were humanoid. Or rather, what used to be humanoid. A figure completely encased in black latex, limbs bent backward and secured with heavy metal chains, knelt beside a broken stone pillar. Only faint, almost inaudible breaths emanated from beneath the latex mask. Another figure was suspended upside down from the top of a surviving archway, also covered in smooth black latex. Their legs were forced apart at a shameful angle, and a small puddle of water had collected on the ground beneath them from dripping moisture. Further away, several similar black humanoid figures were curled up between collapsed walls, some even stuffed into narrow stone sarcophagi, leaving only their encased heads trembling slightly outside. "My god... are these people alive?" Cecilia suppressed a wave of nausea and approached the nearest kneeling black humanoid. Judging by its build, it should have been a woman, likely a former adventurer. Her entire body was tightly wrapped in a thick black latex suit, its surface so smooth it reflected a blurry image. Except for tiny, honeycomb-like ventilation holes around the nose, her face was completely covered, all sharp angles of her features smoothed away, leaving only a hazy oval protrusion. Cecilia then noticed that tubes seemed to be connected to these humanoids, with a pale white liquid flowing through them. "Is this... milk?" Her cheeks instantly flushed, and she instinctively took a step back. "These people aren't just imprisoned, they're being... what are they being used for?" Just as she was about to turn and leave, her magic sense suddenly blared an alarm. Cecilia spun around sharply. In the distance, three figures were rapidly approaching her. They were the guardians of the Fiona Ruins – the "Binding Golems" described in ancient texts, half-human, half-magical constructs specifically responsible for capturing adventurers who intruded upon the ruins. "Alarm confirmed, unauthorized magic fluctuation source locked, identified as intruder, initiating capture protocol." The leading golem emitted a mechanical voice. Its appearance resembled a slender woman, but its entire body was composed of flowing black liquid metal. Extending from its hands were not weapons, but several writhing, pitch-black tentacles. Cecilia remained unfazed, raising her staff and stating coldly, "Just in time! Mana Burst!" A destructive wave of energy shot from the tip of her staff, precisely striking the lead golem. However, the explosive energy did not shatter the golem as she expected. Instead, it was completely absorbed by the flowing black liquid metal on its body, even making its surface a deeper shade of black. "Magic absorption complete, analyzing intruder's spell structure, generating targeted binding solution." The golem's voice was cold and merciless. "Target weakness confirmed: Arrogant, overconfident, dismissive of the unknown. Recommended binding solution: Gradual latex encasement, combined with sensory deprivation, duration: permanent." "Arrogant!" Cecilia roared, swinging her staff again. "Elemental Decomposition!" A dazzling blue light erupted from the sapphire staff, a deadly ray capable of breaking down ordinary matter into its basic elements, shooting towards the golem. However, the other two golems moved forward simultaneously, connecting to form a flowing black shield. The decomposition ray struck it and was deflected elsewhere, leaving a deep scorch mark on the ground. Cecilia's expression finally turned serious. "It seems they are indeed a bit troublesome." At that moment, the ground beneath her feet suddenly split open, and several black tentacles shot out from underground, precisely wrapping around her ankles. Cecilia cried out in surprise, attempting to use teleportation to escape, but found that these tentacles were absorbing the magic from her body at an astonishing speed, preventing her from gathering enough mana to cast the spell. "Magic analysis complete, target magic frequency locked, initiating implantation of solidified magic formation barrier." The three golems surrounded her in a triangle. The liquid metal on their bodies began to expand and extend, weaving into a giant black spiderweb that descended from the sky, enveloping Cecilia entirely. The masked man stepped forward, lifting her chin. "Now, I have a question for you. When you took this assignment, was it because you genuinely wanted to save those kidnapped women, or... did you simply want to personally experience what it's like to be disciplined by the 'Eternal Covenant'?" Elena's lips parted. She wanted to say, "Of course, to save them," but the words wouldn't come out. The aphrodisiac mist's effects were still lingering, and the stimulation to her central nervous system left her body exquisitely sensitive. The fear of climaxing with the slightest movement caused her mental defenses to crumble at an alarming rate. Moreover, a voice deep within her screamed: Admit it, you pervert. You wanted to be captured from the very beginning. You wanted to know what expressions, what sounds, what sensations they had when they were disciplined. Not out of a sense of justice, but purely out of jealousy that they could indulge in pleasure without restraint, while you had to wear the disguise of an "Investigator" every day. "...I..." Elena's lips trembled. The masked man's finger traced her tear-streaked cheek. "It's alright, you don't need to answer now. We have a whole process to help you confirm that slowly. Preparations for the second phase are complete." He stepped back, revealing a massive mechanical device behind him. It was an upright, humanoid cavity, its inner walls covered in a dense array of tiny tentacles. Suspended above the cavity was a complete, black latex suit that shimmered with an eerie glow. Judging by its shape, this latex suit was meticulously crafted to fit the human form – specifically, Elena's body. "This is a fully enclosed restraint suit custom-made for you," the masked man explained. "It's made of Level Six magic-repelling latex. Once worn, it will completely encase every inch of your skin, leaving only two extremely small nostril openings for respiration. It will continuously monitor your physical condition, and upon detecting any attempt by your muscles to exert force, it will release a weak pleasure current to prevent your resistance. It will also automatically adjust the pressure intensity according to our programmed procedures, ensuring you remain conscious but can only passively receive pleasure." "This thing..." Elena looked at the latex suit, a sense of dread washing over her, and she tried to retreat, but the tentacles firmly held her body. She could only watch helplessly as the latex suit was removed from its hanger by a robotic arm and slowly descended towards her head. "No... I... I don't want to..." "You say you don't want to, but do you know?" The masked man produced a tablet, its screen displaying a graph of Elena's physiological parameters from her recent climax. A certain segment of that line had remained at a peak for an extended period. "Your body has been screaming 'I want to' for a full thirty minutes." The latex suit descended from above. First came the head – the sensation of a completely sealed latex hood covering her caused Elena's vision to plunge into absolute darkness. The soft latex clung to her face like a second skin, pressing against her features, leaving only two tiny openings at her nostrils. She couldn't control her urge to scream, but the latex sealed her mouth – not a crude blockage like a gag, but a more terrifying, perfect seal. The latex shifted with the movement of her tongue, always adhering to the inner walls of her mouth, making even biting her tongue to end it impossible. Next came the neck, the shoulders – the latex suit continued to extend downwards, encasing her slender neck, smooth shoulders, and the two breasts that had been pleasured to orgasm by the tentacles. The latex material was highly unusual; as it conformed to her skin, it created a sensation of subtle, undulating movement, as if countless tiny hands were gently massaging every inch of her skin simultaneously. Underarms, back, waist – the latex tightened, constricting her body more and more. The pressure made her breathing increasingly difficult, but it also intensified the massage sensation, heightening the sensitivity of every patch of skin to an unprecedented level. Then came the part that shamed her the most – the latex extended between her legs, actively filling the gap, enveloping her still-damp honey trap. Simultaneously, the latex generated a thick, phallic shape between her legs, thrusting unceremoniously into her wet vagina, embedding itself deep within her most private, untouchable core. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph—!!!" Arms, palms, every finger, thighs, calves, delicate feet, every toe, were individually encased and tightened by the latex. Every inch of her skin was unable to escape the restraint of the black latex. Elena couldn't even wiggle her fingers anymore – the layer of latex clung to her skin as if it had taken root, sealing off her last possibility of resistance. When the final piece of latex sealed her ankles and was locked shut by a mechanical clasp, she was utterly immobilized. This was perfect, total sealing – no gaps, no buckles, no structures that could be internally compromised. She had become a human sculpture perfectly encased in black latex. From the depths of her throat, she emitted a faint, questioning sound – why, why was this happening to her? Her lower body was completely exposed. The latex garment split below the waist, bypassing her most intimate triangle and forming a tight band only at the juncture of her thighs, pressing the tender flesh there slightly outward. Her secret garden, a place never before glimpsed by outsiders, was now laid bare without reservation. What made Lin Ruoxi’s despair even deeper was that the hair there had long since vanished, removed by depilatory cream or some other method, leaving it completely clean. On her smooth, pale mons pubis, the pink, tender cleft was exposed without any covering, revealing her last secret to the world in such a humiliating way, in a place she didn't recognize at all. And on either side of the cleft, the edge of the black latex garment was embroidered with a few vulgar words in bright pink thread—"Please Use" on the left opening, and "24h Service" on the right. "Waaaaah!!!! Wuwuwuwuwuwu!!!!" Lin Ruoxi thrashed wildly, trying to escape the attire that made her want to die of shame. However, as she struggled, she discovered with horror that the restraints on her body were far more than just the latex garment. Her hands were bound behind her back, her wrists to elbows completely encased in a black leather single gauntlet. The interior of this gauntlet seemed to have a layered design, with her upper and forearms inserted into two separate sleeves, then brutally tightened from the outside with wide leather straps, forcing her arms into an extremely awkward position—upper arms pressed tightly to her sides, forearms bent inward, wrists brought together and fixed in a tiny space, rendering even her fingers immobile. More cruelly, a metal rod spanning between her shoulder blades connected the gauntlet to her collar, so that any attempt by Lin Ruoxi to straighten her back would cause the rod to pull down the collar, choking her; if she tried to relax, she was forced into a submissive posture. Her legs fared no better. Her slender legs were also encased in black latex leggings, covering them from the top of her thighs to her ankles. The sheen of the latex leggings reflected a lewd, black oily luster in the dim light, clearly outlining every curve of her legs, even making the contours of her kneecaps faintly visible. But this was not the worst of it. Over these leggings, starting from the top of her thighs, black leather straps were wrapped every five centimeters. From thigh to calf, there were no less than fifteen strap buckles, each pulled incredibly tight, digging deeply into the latex and forming indentations on its surface. These straps bound Lin Ruoxi’s legs like two black hams, making it impossible for her to walk, or even to spread her legs slightly, forcing her to maintain the shameful posture of her legs pressed together. And among all the straps binding her legs, the one at her ankles was the most tormenting for Lin Ruoxi. That strap was also tightened extremely, and it was connected to a black metal chain, the other end of which was fixed to a metal ring on the floor. The chain was very short, less than thirty centimeters, forcing Lin Ruoxi to maintain a kneeling position, her legs folded beneath her, unable to straighten them. At the same time, a black leather collar, a full five centimeters high, was placed around Lin Ruoxi’s neck. The height of this collar almost supported her entire jaw, forcing her to keep her head constantly raised, unable to even lower her gaze. The outside of the collar was studded with three rows of silver metal rivets, making it look more like a brutal instrument of torture. And in the center of the front of the collar hung a silver metal nameplate, deeply engraved with words: "Lin Ruoxi—Permanently In Heat Bitch" Around her waist, a black leather corset of the same material was tightly cinched around her slender waist. This corset was an astonishing twenty centimeters wide, covering almost the entire area from the lower edge of her ribs to the upper edge of her hip bones. The inside of the corset seemed to be lined with rigid steel bones, leaving no room for her waist to bend. The buckles on the outside of the corset were tightened to the maximum, allowing Lin Ruoxi only a minimal expansion of her lungs with each breath, her chest rising and falling to the lowest degree. He lifted her skirt, revealing the crucial thong underneath. The thin white string ran from her waist between her legs, pressing right against the center of her panties. There was a small, barely noticeable dark stain on the cord—he saw it but didn’t mention it, merely giving a very, very faint smile. “That thong is tied just right,” he whispered in her ear, his voice so low that only she could hear it. “You’re already wet.” Ji Ran felt as if she were blushing all the way down to her toes. She didn’t dare look at him, so she just stared intently at the mottled wall ahead. But Fang Lei’s movements continued. His technique was clearly far more skilled than Ji Ran’s. He replaced the original white twine, one strand at a time, with thicker hemp rope—which he’d found in the tool shed and was originally meant for tying up plants and trees. It was brownish-yellow, a bit rough, but very sturdy. He started at her shoulders, looping the ends of the rope around and joining them behind her back with the ropes that were already tied. Then he worked his way down across her chest—the original thin white ropes had been loosely arranged in a diamond pattern, but Fang Lei tightened each and every intersection. Ji Ran felt the coarse hemp rope tightening against her skin bit by bit—that faint, almost imperceptible sensation had vanished, replaced by a distinct feeling of restraint. The rope dug into the flesh above and below her breasts, gently squeezing her body with each tightening, transforming the originally loose diamond-shaped pattern into a truly immovable restraint system. “Now that’s more like it,” he said, stepping around to face her and surveying his handiwork. Then he fetched a few wide ropes from the tool shed and pulled her hands behind her back. First, he wrapped the rope around her wrists several times, then pulled it backward, lifting her bound hands upward—all the way between her shoulder blades. He then tied the other end of the rope to the main rope of the tortoise-shell bind behind her back. This secured her hands firmly high on her back—unable to move or break free. Next, he found several lengths of wire and a few rusty metal clasps in the corner of the tool shed. He folded Ji Ran’s calves together and tied them to the base of her thighs with rope. Since he didn’t have a professional-grade strap, he used twine instead—wrapping it round and round, tightening it again and again. Then he secured the ends of her folded legs to a metal ring on the edge of the table. “This ring was originally meant to secure a garden hose,” he said. “But today, it’s perfect for tying you up.” He pulled a small tool kit out of his coat pocket. He always carried these with him—which showed he was prepared for this sort of thing in his daily life. First came a few thicker strands of hemp rope—he wove them into the front and back mesh of the turtle-shell-style binding, adding a reinforced cross-strap across his chest and another at his waist. Next came a thicker rope—he wrapped it around the collar, not using a specialized one, but improvising a collar effect with one of the thicker hemp ropes, then tied its other end to the crossbeam above the table. Now Ji Ran was completely immobilized. Her upper body was encased in the airtight tortoise-shell bind; her legs were folded and bound together; her hands were secured to the tortoise-shell bind behind her back; and a rope around her neck was tethered to the ceiling. The slightest movement would cause her entire body to be pulled back into place by the ropes tugging at her from all directions. This sensation of being completely immobilized was more than ten times stronger than any self-bondage she’d ever done before. Fang Lei stood behind her, quietly observing her for a few seconds. She could see his chest rising and falling with each breath. “Do you know what I was thinking just now?” he said softly. “I was thinking, you seem like such a normal girl—pretty, cheerful, with lots of friends. No one would ever guess that you’re hiding such a naughty side inside.” He gently traced his finger along the red mark on the back of her neck where the rope had left an imprint. “But don’t worry. I’ll keep your secret safe. Starting today—this secret belongs to me.” He took a few more items out of his toolbag. First was a vibrating egg, oval-shaped and no bigger than half a palm. He slipped it into her panties, positioning it directly above her clitoris. The surface of the vibrating egg was cool to the touch, and Ji Ran instinctively tensed up, but her bound body was powerless to do anything. Then he took out a black vibrator. It had a smooth, oval tip, with a handle that gradually thickened toward the base. He used an elastic bandage to secure the vibrator at the entrance to her pussy—pressing against it, but not inserting it, just holding it tightly in place. The bandage wrapped around the base of her thighs and was tied behind her back to the main rope of the Tortoise Shell Restraint. “This thing is pressed against you. It’s not going inside—not yet, anyway. First, I’ll let you get used to the feeling of something pressing against you from the outside.” Last but not least was a black anal plug. He pulled a small bottle of lubricant from his toolkit and applied it to the plug. Then he pulled Ji Ran’s panties aside and slowly pressed it against her anus. Lin Xiaomeng looked at the girl in the mirror, drooling and with red eyes, a wave of immense shame washing over her: Is this still me… How did I become so debased… Yet her body, consumed by pleasure, heated up uncontrollably… On the fourth day, he formally dressed her in the K9 bitch suit. Her limbs were folded and bound, thighs and calves tightly strapped together, as were her arms. Knee and elbow pads made of memory foam were fitted. Though she had protection while crawling, a dull ache persisted, a constant reminder: You are merely a pet now. Latex gloves forced her hands into fists, metal rings connecting to the knots of a shibari binding her chest. With every crawl, her breasts and private parts were pulled and rubbed, bringing waves of pleasure. A translucent dog mask clung to her face, revealing only tear-filled, doll-like eyes and a mouth forced open. The dog ear headband bobbed, and the tag on her collar was engraved with "Li Wei's Permanently In Heat Flesh-Bag Doll." Her mouth was propped open by a gag, her tongue pulled out, saliva flowing uncontrollably. The T-strap of her thong dug deeply into her labia, and the dog tail butt plug was packed in firmly. Every movement brought an alien fullness. "Woof… Woof woof…" Li Wei commanded her to bark. She refused through tears, but when the vibrator and butt plug simultaneously activated, she finally broke down and cried out, her voice soft and sweet, just like a bitch in heat. Li Wei held her, gently stroking her head. "Good girl, my precious little bitch." Lin Xiaomeng closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, her heart torn: I hate this… but why does my body feel so good… I don't want to become a bitch… but I really want my head patted again… The training deepened. He bound her to a triangular wooden horse with a 'four-horse' knot, a dildo inserted deep within her, its vibration mode shifting from slow to fast. Lin Xiaomeng cried out as she climaxed again and again, her breasts swelling against the ropes, her dog tail wagging incessantly. He stretched her into an extreme split with metal restraints, using a dilator and electric shocks for hours. She cried until she was hoarse, yet her body sprayed water all over the floor. Enemas, nose hooks, rope play… each method left her struggling between shame and pleasure. During rope play, the thick rope rubbed against her pussy, and with every step, the knot struck her sensitive points. She would climax while crawling, drooling all over the floor. Li Wei always coaxed her gently, "Good girl, you'll like it slowly." Lin Xiaomeng's psychological defenses crumbled bit by bit. She began to actively wag her tail when crawling and make purring sounds when her head was petted. Her consciousness still tried to resist, but her body obeyed first. One day, Li Wei said "Show," and her brain tried to refuse, but her knees parted on their own, assuming the most debased M-leg position, her pussy and butt plug fully exposed, dripping with arousal. She cried, thinking: Why… is my body disobedient… I clearly don't want to be a bitch… But when Li Wei picked her up, she instinctively nestled into his arms, her tail wagging gently. Days turned into weeks, and Lin Xiaomeng was completely tamed. She crawled in the basement wearing various erotic uniforms—sometimes a cute cat-ear maid outfit, sometimes a revealing nurse uniform with open-stockings, sometimes a full-body latex restraint suit—wagging her tail for affection. Li Wei fitted her with a permanent vibrator and butt plug. Whenever he said "Heat," she would crawl over, arch her back, lift her hips, and press her wet pussy against his leg. "Master… please… fuck Xiaomeng's slutty pussy with your big cock…" Sometimes she would even say these words herself, her face blushing to the point of bleeding, her heart filled with shame and rage, yet her body would honestly climax. Li Wei kissed her gently. "My little bitch is so good." Lin Xiaomeng sank completely into

The door opened to reveal a basement room, roughly fifty square meters in size. Contrary to her expectation of a dirty, dark space, it was impeccably clean. The floor was covered in light grey cork, the walls in beige wallpaper, and warm yellow spotlights were installed on the ceiling. To her left, an entire wall was lined with custom display shelves, densely packed with various restraints. But at this moment, Su Li's gaze was completely captivated by the object in the center of the room. It was a metal restraint frame of extremely complex design. Its main body was a circular metal frame about a meter in diameter, welded from thick alloy steel pipes and coated in a matte black finish. Extending from the top, bottom, left, and right of the frame were adjustable metal support arms, each ending in a metal clamp with a locking mechanism. The base of the frame was mounted on a rotating turntable, which in turn connected to two metal leg cuffs and a metal waist restraint. The entire apparatus was welded to a heavy circular base, on the side of which was a panel of precise pneumatic gauges. And at this moment, a person was secured to the metal restraint frame. The person was clad in a black, full-body latex suit—from head to toe, every inch of skin was encased in thin, smooth black latex, with only two tiny honeycomb-shaped ventilation holes left for the nostrils. The latex suit clung tightly to her body, outlining her exquisite figure with perfect precision—her high, full breasts, slender waist, rounded hips, and long legs. However, the latex suit had circular openings at the chest and crotch, exposing her pair of full, perky breasts and her tender, moist honey pot to the air without obstruction. Her head was secured in an extremely complex, harness-like head restraint. This device was woven from dozens of black leather straps of varying thickness, covering her entire head. The eye mask area was completely sealed with thickened leather, the ears were pressed shut by noise-canceling earcups, and her mouth was filled with an internally inflatable gag—the gag was currently inflated, filling her mouth to capacity. Saliva overflowed from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin onto the latex-covered skin of her neck, gleaming under the lights. Her neck was locked by a heavy black metal collar, with metal rings at the front, back, left, and right. A thick iron chain was attached to the front ring, its other end welded to the top support of the frame, forcing her head into a slightly upward-tilted position. Chains connected the left and right rings to the sides of the frame, while a strong spring pulled the back ring towards the base. Her arms were bent backward and secured in a specially made "reverse Buddha" style leather gauntlet. Her arms were crossed and twisted behind her back, her wrists hoisted up between her shoulder blades, her shoulder joints stretched to their limit. The gauntlet's surface was wrapped with several reinforcing straps, each locked to the central pillar of the frame, preventing even the slightest shrug of her shoulders. Her legs were fixed in a spread-eagle position—her knees were forcibly spread apart by metal supports extending from the sides of the frame, her lower legs folded back to lie against her thighs and secured with straps at three points. Metal clamps bit into the roots of her thighs, lined with soft padding to prevent skin damage, but tightened enough to keep her thigh muscles in a constant state of numbness. Her feet were encased in ballet boots—the boots extended all the way to the roots of her thighs, with metal supports added at the ankles, forcing her toes to remain pointed to the extreme. And between her exposed chest and legs, a dense network of wires and tubes was connected. Two vibrating nipple clamps were attached to her nipples, their metal casings glinting coldly under the light as they vibrated at high frequency. A thick, automatic dildo was inserted into her honey pot, secured to her inner thighs. A butt plug, connected to a fluffy black tail, was inserted into her rear, causing the tail to sway gently with the slight movements of the restrained figure. More cruelly, even more things were placed inside her—extremely thin transparent tubes extended from her urethra, connecting to a small water pump on the base. Two tubes also connected to a breast pump on her nipples. All the tubes and wires eventually converged on a small central controller behind her waist, its indicator lights flashing in a specific pattern. Su Li stood frozen, as if cast in cement. Even though the person was entirely encased in latex, even though she couldn't see her face, even though she couldn't hear her voice— She knew who it was.