Bondage Girl in Anime/Manga [No Censorship]

Soon, a slender tentacle, slightly thinner than a pencil, wrapped around Tatsumaki's right hand. It wasn't satisfied, and the moment it touched Tatsumaki's tender skin, it immediately stretched, further coiling around her wrist. "Ah! Don't touch me!" In her panic, Tatsumaki reached out with her left hand to tear off the tentacle on her right hand, but this was counterproductive; the tentacle immediately split into several finer tendrils. Not only did they, like living spider silk, wrap around the five fingers of Tatsumaki's left hand, but they also stretched further, probing into the thin sleeves from both sides. "No! Don't come near me!" Tatsumaki grew increasingly flustered and tense, but those dark tentacles naturally wouldn't heed her cries. Instead, more and more tentacles began to attack Tatsumaki's body. Seeing countless tentacles about to assail her, Tatsumaki's inner defenses began to crumble. She actually chose to turn her head and flee on her own two feet. However, just then, a rather thick tentacle wrapped around her beautiful thigh. These tentacles seemed to have a mind of their own, and the moment they touched her smooth skin, they began to extend and contract at will. "Ah!" Tatsumaki cried out again, her legs kicking desperately back and forth, even kicking off her shoes. But it was still useless. The first tendril succeeded, followed by the second, the third... They completely immobilized Tatsumaki's limbs, leaving her unable to move an inch. Trapped in place, Tatsumaki could only watch as more black matter, surging towards her like a tide, assaulted her. Finally, in the despair of approaching crisis, fear completely overwhelmed the proud hero. She began to tilt her head back and cry out for help like any ordinary person in distress. "Is anyone there? Help me!" Of course, no one would come to save her. In the blink of an eye, the evil substance struck. These tangible darknesses began to coil from the tips of Tatsumaki's toes, completely enveloping her pair of jade feet like black stockings. Then, they grew upwards, further encasing her calves and thighs. The darkness above directly drilled in from the neckline and sleeves of her clothes. They unashamedly pressed tightly against every inch of Tatsumaki's skin, eventually merging with the darkness from below. Once the wrapping was complete, Tatsumaki's vision went black, and she completely lost consciousness. ... "Where am I?" Tatsumaki, who had finally woken from her slumber, opened her eyes and looked around, seeing only a void. "This... this is...?" Tatsumaki continued to observe, only to find her arms bound by tentacles on either side, posed in a crucifixion. Although there was no clear concept of height in this void, the black tendrils were indeed suspending her entire body in "mid-air." Looking at it this way, everything that had just happened wasn't a dream. But then, Tatsumaki realized a bigger problem – her clothes. Her iconic high-slit silk dress and shoes were gone, replaced by a form-fitting suit formed by the black substance enveloping her body. Now, except for her head, every part of Tatsumaki was covered by this garment, which had a latex-like texture on the outside but felt as smooth as silk. From her neck to her arms and fingers, then to her torso and hips, and finally down her two slender legs and feet, all were covered by this bodysuit without exception. "What is this...?" Tatsumaki couldn't comprehend the situation; it was all too bizarre for her. A mysterious madman, teleported to a void, black tentacles that defied superpowers, and now this strange, full-body silk-like outfit... These were circumstances Tatsumaki had never anticipated, and yet, she wasn't dead. (Wait, then there's still a chance!) With this thought, Tatsumaki tried to shake her body, intending to break the black tentacles with her physical strength. But the moment she moved, Tatsumaki suddenly felt a strong stimulation from all over her body. This slight electric shock-like pleasure converged along her nerves to her spine, and then surged into her brain all at once. "Ah~" Even though Tatsumaki gritted her teeth to endure it, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan amidst the full-body stimulation. "There's something wrong with this outfit!" Tatsumaki quickly realized that the source of these sensations was the clothing on her body. It was the incredibly fine texture of this outfit, finer than silk, that made her skin incredibly sensitive. The moment it rubbed, intense stimulation would spread throughout her entire body. "It's all that guy's doing... Damn it, I'm going to kill him!" Although the new outfit kept giving Tatsumaki wonderful sensations, it couldn't quell her anger and shame. She swore that if she could, she would tear that madman to shreds! Perhaps sensing Tatsumaki's thoughts, the demon appeared before her the next second. "My little princess, did you sleep comfortably?" Tatsumaki could certainly feel the flippancy and sarcasm in the demon's words, something her pride absolutely could not allow. Because of this one sentence, Tatsumaki made a resolution: even if she were violated by this madman, it wouldn't matter; she had to berate this weirdo. "Mm, not bad." After speaking, Tatsumaki obediently nodded towards the demon beside her. (What's going on!?) Tatsumaki's mouth hung open in shock after doing all this, her emerald green irises darting about. She couldn't believe her own illogical actions. "Hard to understand, isn't it?" The demon, seeing Tatsumaki's predicament, spoke. "The outfit I bestowed upon you embodies my will and energy. In other words, as long as you wear it, your body cannot harbor any hostility towards me." "What!?" "Impossible! How could I be controlled by you... you... great supreme being! This is impossible!" Before she could finish speaking, Tatsumaki was already in despair. This pervert before her truly controlled everything about her. Perhaps for Tatsumaki, this situation, where she didn't even have the right to scream, was a true hell, far worse than the nightmarish humiliation by tentacles. Then, whether due to inner collapse or the influence of the outfit, Tatsumaki looked at the demon with tear-filled eyes. "Please... please let me go." "Let you go...? Miss Tatsumaki, I never intended to harm you." "Yes, yes, now open your mouth." "Huh? You're going to gag me? Isn't that unnecessary? Can't you just use tape?" Seeing the stockings in Catherine's hand, Chisato resisted. She really didn't like the feeling of something stuffed in her mouth, and it would leave a smell. But Catherine didn't listen to Chisato's objections and reached out to pull at her between her legs. "Ah~ Wait, what are you doing, Nngh! Mmph! Mmph!!" Catherine took this opportunity to shove the stocking into Chisato's mouth. Before Chisato could even try to push it out with her tongue, Catherine forced it in, roughly filling Chisato's mouth. Perhaps it was because Chisato's mouth was small, or perhaps a pair of stockings was more voluminous than expected, but as soon as the front was stuffed into Chisato's mouth, Catherine loosened her grip and it eagerly expanded, pressing and scraping against the inner walls of her mouth. The dry, rough friction made Chisato quite uncomfortable. "Nngh! Mmph! Mmph mph!!!" Chisato was very displeased with Catherine's arbitrary actions and immediately wanted to protest, but the stocking filled her mouth, immobilizing her tongue. The sounds Chisato made were immediately muffled. Then Catherine fitted a ball gag into Chisato's mouth, which pushed the stocking further in, making her extremely uncomfortable. The straps were tightened behind her head, wrapping around her cheeks and buckling together. "Guh... Mmph mmph..." Chisato let out faint sounds of protest, but no one could understand what she was saying anymore. "This might hurt a little, please bear with it." Catherine's voice reached her, and Chisato grunted, as if agreeing. Catherine gripped Chisato's ankle, and Chisato felt a jolt, like an electric shock. Chisato's lower leg was pulled back, and Catherine threaded a rope between her ankles, creating a loop. She then passed the other end through the loop around her wrists and pulled hard, forcing Chisato's body to arch backward. "Nngh nngh!" Chisato clearly hadn't expected this, and her waist immediately bent to a certain degree, eliciting a gasp. "This is also a requirement, please bear with it." Catherine apologized and pulled the rope and Chisato's delicate body again. Finally, Chisato's feet were almost touching the back of her head, her entire body bent into an irregular circle, transforming from a supine position to one where only her abdomen and part of her thighs touched the ground. She had to arch her chest further, her head forced back. If not for her exceptional physique, her back would have ached terribly and her body would have felt like it was falling apart. However, in this position, Chisato was completely immobilized. Catherine pulled the long rope back and forth between Chisato's wrists and ankles, finally tying a knot at her ankles. Thus, Chisato's legs were forced into an extreme reverse bend, and her waist was severely arched. "Mmph... Mmph mmph!" Chisato truly regretted participating in this mission now, or at least she should have asked for clarification at the beginning. Miss Catherine seemed like a polite person, but she was surprisingly rough. She had been bound like a mummy. Fortunately, she still had a blade for escape, otherwise Chisato wouldn't know what to do if something unexpected happened. If she wasn't indebted to someone, if it wasn't for Miss Nanako's request, Chisato would never have put herself through this ordeal. "Finally, you need to get into this box." The box that had previously held the ropes was a red rectangular one. It was about a meter long and half a meter wide, with several straps on it, suggesting it could be carried. "Mmph... Mmph mmph..." Bound as she was, Chisato couldn't possibly get into the box herself, so Catherine directly picked Chisato up and placed her into the box that held the restraints. The inside of the box was soft, making Chisato slightly more comfortable. However, it perfectly filled the box. After Catherine secured the straps inside the box around Chisato, Chisato curled up within it. "We should arrive in about half an hour, please bear with it, Miss Chisato." "Goodbye, and I wish you all the best when you get there." Catherine said finally, then closed the lid of the box and locked it. (I really want... this to be over quickly...) The box was closed, and Chisato was tightly restrained at the bottom of the box, unable to see or do anything. After a while, she felt herself being lifted and transported. Huu... This sensation made Chisato feel very ashamed, especially as the crotch strap tightened intensely with movement, amplifying the stimulation and giving Chisato a very strange feeling, causing her cheeks to flush and her breathing to quicken. She was unwilling to admit it, attributing it to the stuffiness of the box and praying to be sent to her destination quickly so she could break free. "Please take care of her." Outside the box, Catherine handed the box containing Chisato to the people who were waiting. Watching them carry it away, Catherine maintained her polite demeanor. She took out her phone and sent a message to Miss Nanako, the Commander of DA in Japan, to report on the mission. She then found an unfamiliar number and composed another text message. Mizuki, having discovered Takina's weakness, pressed her advantage. Her fingers danced again, a flurry of teasing and prodding that overwhelmed Takina, leaving her disarmed and on the verge of surrender. Mizuki wouldn't let this opportunity slip away. As the girl's body went soft from laughter, she surged forward, settling directly onto Takina's slender waist, her long legs firmly pinning Takina beneath her, ready to deal with her at leisure. Takina's feet lost their last vestige of resistance, held captive in Mizuki's palms, her toes wriggling slightly under the playful torment, perhaps her final struggle. Her upper limbs, now deprived of freedom, were tightly bound by restraints. Their soft, weak flailing was almost endearing, like a puppy's playful nips. The gag firmly sealed her mouth, occasionally letting out faint, suppressed giggles, but only serving to moisten her lips further and incite Mizuki's desire for more teasing. "There now, don't squirm too much~" The soft fabric encasing her feet was removed piece by piece, stripping away the last layer of modesty from her tender soles. In its place, a pair of sticky patches were applied, one to each of Takina's soles. Threateningly dangling the controller in front of Takina, Mizuki then proceeded to tie Takina's toes together with fishing line, one by one. Her feet were then wrapped in silk again, and a thin rope was used to meticulously bind her heel and ankle together. The binding was so tight that her feet turned a purplish white. Takina's feet were forced into a rigid extension, and as the tension increased, she felt her feet and legs become unnaturally taut. These unusual high-heeled boots continued to exert their force, making her feet and legs feel as if they no longer belonged to her. Next, her already tightly bound legs were folded and secured with leather straps. This left Takina, now equipped with the full set of restraints, in a humiliating position, crawling on all fours. (This is so humiliating, it's pure malicious torment!) "Waaah! Waaah!" Takina protested loudly in her mind, her mouth also unable to rest as her body writhed on the floor, her waist twisting left and right. But Mizuki acted as if she saw nothing. She adjusted her attire, but this time, she held a long, thin leash, which extended to Takina's neck, where an exquisite collar was fastened around the girl's neck. Mizuki, however, didn't rush off. Instead, she took out another "advanced" toy that fascinated her: a set of anal beads for developing the rear. Strung together by seven smooth glass balls, each ball gradually increased in diameter from three centimeters to four centimeters, with a total length far exceeding that of a butt plug or dildo. Normally, for a first-time experience, only one or two glass balls would be inserted. As the anus gradually adapted to the sensation of being stretched, the third, fourth, or even more beads would be inserted into the progressively dilated orifice. "Heehee, to make sure Takina-chan behaves tonight, I'm going to give you a little insurance." She began to insert the glass beads, each a full three centimeters in diameter, into Takina's slick rear. Even so, the continuous insertion of the beads caused the girl's tender anus to stretch painfully. This was her first time trying this set of anal beads, which was far longer than any dildo, and Takina couldn't help but gasp. "Waaah!!!!" (Ah... "Let me see~ Where should we start playing first?" "Mhm!" (Mizuki!) The swelling pain in her rectum pulled Takina back to reality. Through tear-filled eyes, she saw Mizuki holding a leash with a playful glint. Takina angrily cried out, her head accidentally hitting the edge of the podium desk with a thud, bringing tears to her eyes from the pain. "You've been in the closet all day, let me take you for a walk~" Upon hearing this, Takina shook her head repeatedly in refusal. However, with her hands bound behind her back, she could only watch helplessly as Mizuki excitedly put a dog collar on her. Then, Mizuki led the naked Takina around the coffee shop. A half-meter chain was locked around her neck, crushing any thought of quickly finishing this humiliating journey. But she couldn't walk any slower either, because Mizuki held a small riding crop, and any time she slowed down, her buttocks would be fiercely whipped, leaving behind bright red marks. Walking naked wasn't the worst part. Every time they reached a building, Mizuki would make her strike different lewd poses and record the shameful process with a camera. "Waaah... mmm... huff... mmm... huff... mmm... mmm...!" But Takina was, after all, a delicate girl, and her strength had been greatly depleted by the prolonged anal dilation. Even supporting herself on the ground with her slender legs made her sway precariously. Moreover, the longer the toy remained inserted in her anus, the more the discomfort of foreign body dilation would intensify. When Mizuki stood up or walked again, a downward, aching pain would occur within her rectal passage. After an unknown amount of time, the writhing Takina was led into Mizuki's room, and the chain around her neck was hung on a hook in the center of the room. "...Mmm... mmm... mmm...!" Takina's body trembled, and then she struggled violently. Her stuffed and stretched mouth let out rapid moans of "Mmm-mmm-mmm," and her pair of watery purple eyes stared at Mizuki with fear and anger. Takina shook her head incessantly, her long black hair swaying with her movements. Her body, bound in a quadrupedal position, lay on the floor, swaying slightly from side to side. Her wide purple eyes were still filled with fury, a stark contrast to her usual sharp gaze. The combined agony and humiliation made Takina momentarily forget her fear, and with a habitual instinct, she lashed out at Mizuki. "Mmm... mmm! Mmm... mmm!!!" "It's okay if you don't want to listen, I'll train you until you do—" Mizuki removed all the sticky adult toys from Takina's body, and the vibration frequency instantly reached its maximum. Although there was no vibrator in her private parts this time, the anal plug previously inserted into Takina's rear also had a vibration function. "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!!!!" Piercing wails filled the small room without any gaps. Takina writhed and struggled violently in the less than twenty-square-meter room as if she had been electrocuted. Her body shook continuously, and her beautiful black hair whipped through the air like gusts of wind. Mizuki turned away without any lingering attachment. Passing by Takina, who was still twitching on the floor, she casually patted Takina's trembling thigh with her right hand and said "kindly," "Reflect well tonight, and I'll bring Chisato to see you tomorrow." What seemed like a gentle instruction was only met with a series of weak whimpers, a mixture of gasping moans and choked laughter. Today, Chisato wandered around the living room with anticipation, as if expecting something. Because Chisato had also lost her game with Mizuki last night, Mizuki could come to carry out her orders at any time. As for the method of play, it was kept a mystery from Chisato to preserve the suspense, but she had a general idea. Yesterday, when Chisato walked past the hallway at night and heard the constant "mmm-mmm" sounds coming from inside, she knew it was Takina. So Chisato guessed that today would be similar, and she would eventually become one of the contributors of "mmm-mmm" sounds. Chisato found the thought somewhat exciting. Just then, someone from behind Chisato covered her mouth and nose with a cloth soaked in a sleeping potion. "Mmm!" (Is it here?) Chisato didn't resist, knowing it was to keep it from the manager. Her muffled whimpers grew weaker, and her wide-open eyes gradually closed uncontrollably. Soon, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness. (What will happen to me? Will I be put in a straitjacket and locked in a bottomless basement to be left alone? Or will I be bound to a cross in the main hall and have tickling props used on me by passing guests?) Just as Chisato was fantasizing about how she would be treated, she woke up. At this moment, Chisato was in the center of the basement. Chisato tried to feel her limbs and found that her hands were clasped together and bound with handcuffs. Her fingers were wrapped with thin threads, forcing Chisato to keep her hands in fists. Finally, her entire arms were encased in a restraint bag and bound behind her back, leaving no possibility of escape. Her ten toes were also tied together with threads, forming a single unit. "...Mizuki, is this really necessary?" "Of course. I know Chisato's capabilities, so I have to be even stricter than with Takina." A blush of shyness spread across Chisato's face, which Mizuki noticed. Mizuki then proceeded to bind Chisato's legs from the thighs all the way to her ankles. Dozens of ropes, divided into eight or nine groups, bound Chisato's beautiful legs into an uneven shape, resembling a pair of lotus roots. As she spoke, Mizuki ran her fingers over the soft flesh of Chisato's waist, causing Chisato to tremble again. She glanced at the pile of props laid out on the floor, and a hint of unease flickered in her heart. "You didn't use all of these on Takina, did you?" Chisato's delicate face immediately flushed, her cherry-red lips pressed tightly together, her teeth clenched, like a startled puppy, as if she hadn't just struck a lewd pose. "Chisato, you're quite obedient. How about calling me master for a bit?" "Who, who, who wants to call you master!" "You seem a little nervous. Just relax, being so stubborn isn't good." "More importantly, hurry up and take me to Takina." Mizuki didn't reply, merely taking out a suitcase and opening it. Inside, a black leather SM restraint suit was revealed. All the straps and metal rings were integrated, and once the collar was locked, it felt impossible to remove on its own. "Before that, you need to put this on." "...It looks terrifying. Can I refuse?" "That's up to you." In the end, Chisato didn't refuse, nor could she. She had been bound for a day, her limbs already numb, and she could only be manipulated by Mizuki like a doll, forced into a humiliating human-dog costume. The bandages were removed, not out of Mizuki's mercy, but for further reinforcement. Chisato's hands were forced to fold, inserted into two stocking legs, her head cleverly emerging from the opening. Her arms were held taut above her head, swaying. The opening at the crotch perfectly aligned with her throat, and Chisato, with her throat constricted, felt uncomfortable. "Ah, sorry." Mizuki finally noticed Chisato's discomfort and pulled the stockings down a bit more. While this resolved the pressure on her throat, the restraint was far from over. A black latex restraint suit perfectly encased her limbs from elbows and knees to wrists and ankles. Chisato's hands were forced into fists, her fingers bound together by rope, the hand restraints squeezing her digits, making her hands look like two small black balls from the outside. But Mizuki seemed unwilling to stop. Chisato's arms were folded, and fine red ropes were wound from her upper arms, returning to their origin along her forearms. The thin ropes bit fiercely into Chisato's flesh through layers of stockings, causing her pain. "It's... not over yet..." The reinforcement in the middle seam made the fit of her arms even tighter. It secured the knots and also eliminated any possibility of Chisato escaping on her own. Although, after her hands were bound, the initiative had long since shifted to the other party. "We're far from done~" The crisp sound of tape broke the silence of the night, and a sense of panic began to grow in Chisato's heart. Silver tape was applied over the red ropes, obscuring their vibrancy and adding a touch of steadiness. The knots of the red ropes were covered, the ropes binding Chisato's arms in concealment, while the tape fused her upper and lower arms together. Her already slender arms, enhanced by the tape, looked as if they had always been one piece. After the protection of the ropes, tape, and stockings, Mizuki finally deigned to bring out the last piece of equipment. She carefully tucked the elbows, meticulously wrapped in silver tape, into the black leather. The suit's own straps seemed to have become mere decoration, appearing loose under such heavy restraint. However, out of respect for the suit and to prevent the outermost layer from slipping too easily due to friction from the stockings, the straps were also tightened to their maximum. "Hmm, much more obedient than Takina." Confirming that Chisato's arms had lost all ability to resist, only her struggling legs seemed to convey her lingering defiance. Her small feet, exposed from their protection and wrapped in thin bandages, curled up as if secretly exerting force. But Mizuki didn't let her feet off the hook either. The gentle bandages were removed, replaced by a sticky patch and a small, cold box. Fabric was re-covered over Chisato's legs, but this time, her legs were folded and adorned with red rope. Tape wrapped around leather, embedding the small box onto her thigh. The latex restraint suit clung to her skin as the first layer of confinement, followed by a leather restraint suit. The suit's own straps were tightened to the extreme, ensuring Chisato's forearms were pressed tightly against her upper arms, and her lower legs against her thighs, just like her arms and legs had been before, with no gaps. Under the double, or even triple, restraint, Chisato could only lie on the ground in humiliation, her hands and feet shortened, forced to rest on her elbows and knees, like a bitch. To keep her hair out of the way, Chisato's beautiful hair was neatly tied back by Mizuki. Then, she put on a pair of dog ear headbands, making her look even more like a puppy. Chisato's eyes were still a little teary from the previous torment, her eyebrows turned into an inverted V of distress. However, her mouth was hidden from view, as the part of her face below her nose was covered by a black leather mask. The mask covered her lower jaw and then connected to the collar around her neck, forming a neck brace-like device. However, this part was relatively soft, allowing Chisato to lower her head or shake it, albeit with restriction and obstruction. "It's so uncomfortable, *whimper*~ *whimper*... *whimper*~~" Faint muffled groans escaped Chisato's mouth. Her eyes revealed shame as she finally realized what was stuffed in her mouth. But her protests were completely sealed within her small, liquid-filled mouth by the gag, only the spreading wetness and her increasingly rapid breaths silently testifying to the girl's predicament. "This is my underwear and stockings. Since I didn't have anything better, I'll let you have these," Mizuki said, stuffing her black lace panties and black stockings into Chisato's mouth. Chisato initially kept her mouth shut, but under Mizuki's dual assault of pinching her nose and cheeks, she had no choice but to humiliatingly open her mouth and swallow Mizuki's intimate apparel. The outside was then sealed by the leather mask, and a gag with holes was shoved into her small mouth, preventing Chisato from spitting out the contents and stripping her of her right to retort. The headband on Chisato's head was also part of this gag. The straps of the gag passed over Chisato's nostrils, lower jaw, and cheeks, winding around her head and tightening at the back, far more complex than the previous gag. Thus, Chisato became a little dog wearing a headband, only capable of emitting faint whimpers. As for the bandages on Chisato's body, they were naturally replaced "A puppy still needs to act like a puppy. This part is essential." Mizuki adjusted her position, making Chisato lie flat on the grass. With her buttocks raised, she inserted the smooth metal plug into her mouth, moistening it with saliva. With her other hand, she reached behind and spread open her rear entrance, then aimed the plug at her anus. The cool touch as it made contact made the folds of her tender orifice shrink. Mizuki's fingertips traced the large, round beads, feeling their uneven texture and numerous small, granular protrusions. This felt nothing like the cheap silicone balls on the market; it was on a completely different level, with a texture like a maiden's skin and exquisite craftsmanship. She wondered where Mizuki had bought such a butt plug, even the walnut-shaped dog tail at the end was soft and lifelike. "Mmmph! Nn... Nn!!!" Chisato initially felt disgusted, but the thought of such a luxurious toy entering her body inexplicably sparked a flicker of anticipation in her mind. However, she quickly reacted and shook her head in gratitude. Her pink orifice opened and closed, as if panting, widening to the width of a finger. The folds relaxed, showing that she had diligently cleaned her rear. Mizuki used the nectar flowing from Chisato's honeyed orifice to lubricate the anal beads with their small protrusions, then inserted them one by one deep into Chisato's rear. "Nnnh~" (Haa~ My ass... it's so itchy...) The tip of the butt plug slid in easily, all the way to its thickest point. The last anal bead was a teardrop-shaped, larger plug. Developing her anus was not something Chisato was accustomed to. Mizuki had to use both hands to force it in, leaving only a thin rod connected to the fluffy dog tail outside. As the plug deepened, once it reached the widest part, it felt as if her anus actively sucked it in. Before she could even exert force, it slid entirely into her body, leaving only the tail outside. "Nnnh! Nnnn!!!" As the butt plug entered her anus, a tear of pain welled up in Chisato's eyes. Her honeyed orifice also secreted droplets of fluid, the excited nectar produced by her aroused body. Mizuki grabbed the tail and gave a gentle tug, sending a wave of intense pleasure through Chisato's intestines. She could imagine how the swaying tail would bring pleasurable stimulation to her sensitive anus if she moved around the shop with it inserted. (Like this... I'll truly become a little bitch dog...) Chisato's buttocks were shaped like ripe peaches, arched high. Her full labia were hidden by the dog tail, peeking out faintly. Below her raised buttocks were a pair of long, smooth, beautiful legs, her skin as white as jade. The slightly bulging curves of her calves added a touch of perfect fleshiness. As the butt plug tightened, Chisato felt as if she had lost something and lay motionless on the ground. Mizuki brought a leash and hooked it onto the front of Chisato's collar, then gave a firm tug. "Get up, it's time for a walk." "Mmmph..." Chisato didn't move. She had given up, expecting Mizuki to drag her along. "Oh? Are you sure you don't want to walk?" Mizuki raised an eyebrow. A shiver ran down Chisato's spine. She looked at Mizuki, who was holding a remote control and pressed a button. Vvvvvv— "Mmmph?! Mmm-ohhh?!" Chisato jolted immediately and struggled on the ground, looking utterly ridiculous. It wasn't for any other reason than Mizuki had activated the butt plug in her lower body and turned it up to a high setting. Intense stimulation erupted from both Chisato's honeyed orifice and her rear, instantly reducing her to a quivering mass of flesh, only capable of whimpering. She had no time to think of anything else. "Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph-mmph-mmph!!" (Ahhh! So stimulating! Stop it, ahhh!) Just as Chisato's eyes began to roll back and she was about to climax, Mizuki suddenly turned off the vibration. Now it was Chisato's turn to be anxious. She glared resentfully at Mizuki, her short legs rubbing together, trying to find some relief for her lower body. However, the latex band firmly secured Chisato's lower half, preventing any stimulation other than the vibration from reaching her. "Do you remember now? Let's go." With Mizuki's pull, Chisato got up from the ground, her elbows and knees on the floor, and crawled around the room step by step, following Mizuki. In this posture, her buttocks swayed, and the dog tail of the butt plug constantly jiggled, occasionally stirring her rear. Mizuki's room was on the second floor, and they had been moving at this pace for half the day. Poor Chisato had been teased by the vibrating bullet on the sensitive tail the entire way, while also trying to clench her honeyed orifice against the internal vibrations. Chisato's honeyed orifice had already secreted a considerable amount of nectar, her face was flushed, and her eyes were hazy. Damn, tied so tight, and how can I not get free? Without giving Feng Ling'er a chance to breathe, the ropes struck while the iron was hot, weaving a variety of patterns on her dress and adorning her with an irregular rope outfit. Especially the ropes connecting her shapely breasts and neck were looped in a lewd manner, outlining the contours of her ample bosom. As the ropes tightened inward, the powerful compression not only left indentations on her skin but also accentuated the firmness of her breasts, making her already large breasts appear even more rounded and prominent. One rope even mischievously circled a breast, its powerful binding force causing Feng Ling'er to endure chest tightness and a peculiar pain amidst pleasure. "It hurts!" Embarrassed and shy, Feng Ling'er endured the sensitivity, forcing herself to calm down and find a way to escape. She wriggled her trapped delicate body left and right, struggling to separate her arms bound by the ropes, but it seemed to be in vain. Several ropes coiled around her calves, an irresistible force that, despite her struggles, could not prevent her fair, sexy legs from being tightly closed by the ropes. The ropes danced wildly, adorning her legs. Soon, a thickened figure-eight rope loop was intricately woven on Feng Ling'er's jade legs, leaving no gap between her thighs. The tightness of the ropes, even through her clothes, created indentations on her moist skin, making even mutual friction exceptionally difficult. "Damn it, damn it... Let me go!" Feng Ling'er's lower legs were the only parts of her body that were relatively free. She had intended to rub against the wall to find a way to break free from the ropes, but the next second, her legs were forcefully pulled apart. Feng Ling'er looked down and saw a rough hemp rope being pulled up. Its low position and single strand passed precisely between Feng Ling'er's thighs, getting stuck just below her honey hole. Feeling the rough hemp rope directly against her tender flesh, Feng Ling'er moaned. "What, what trick is this?!" The height of this hemp rope was cleverly set, not allowing Feng Ling'er to be completely suspended, but also preventing her from standing flat on her feet. She could only stand on her tiptoes, barely touching the ground. If she tried to walk, the rope wedged in the crevice would bring continuous stimulation. The rope's material seemed to be the same as the ropes on her body, so it was impossible to break. Feng Ling'er staggered to her feet. The rope embedded in her flesh rubbed fiercely with this movement, the sharp pain like an electric current shooting from her spine to her nerves, almost causing Feng Ling'er to fall. Fortunately, she managed to steady herself, her legs involuntarily bending inward, but at least she was standing. The rope appeared to be very long, but it was not endless. There were many torches along the passage, so she could see that the rope was connected to a stone door not far away, and there were knots on the rope. "Fifteen zhang..." Feng Ling'er looked at the end of the rope, accurately estimating its distance. But it was meaningless. Even if she passed this rope, liberation would likely not await her. However, if she stayed here, the pricking hemp rope was very annoying. Thinking this, Feng Ling'er began to step forward. "Wuwu... This, this is too stimulating..." The rough rope rubbed against her sensitive tender flesh, pain, itching, and a fleeting pleasure made Feng Ling'er's legs go weak. Every step forward caused the rough hemp rope to scrape against her delicate vulva. Under this friction, her originally fair and tender flesh visibly turned red. The stinging sensation from the fine bristles intensified the stimulation. Under such stimulation, her body naturally reacted instinctively. As she slowly advanced, she reached the location of the first knot. "What... Damn it, wuwuwuwu... So, so uncomfortable..." The knot pushed open her labia, mercilessly stimulating her small clitoris. It was rubbed and deformed by the rough rope, and then sprang back as the knot passed. Just this one instance almost made Feng Ling'er climax again. Her body swayed, and the rope also swayed, increasing the stimulation. "Mmm!" Her legs went weak, and she almost knelt down. The jolt caused her labia to slide back and forth along the rope. The moisture secreted by her honey hole made her lower body feel incredibly comfortable. Swaying her bound legs, even standing up became difficult. "It seems I can only walk to the exit..." Cheering herself on in her heart, Feng Ling'er had no choice but to try to follow the rules, gritting her teeth, and continuing to walk. She moved like a snail, leaving a layer of sticky fluid on the ropes she passed. Her face was as red as if it were about to bleed. She could only move slightly with each step, and the price of each step was a stumble and a tremor, as if she had been electrocuted. The rope between her knees was very short, completely preventing normal strides. She could only move forward step by step, alternating. The rope caught between her thighs rubbed up and down. Fortunately, no one was around. Her face flushed, Feng Ling'er could only groan continuously. "Ugh... Hmph!" She gasped heavily again. Her labia were already extremely uncomfortable from the slight in-and-out movement of the rope. Every time she lifted her straightened leg and moved about twenty to thirty centimeters, she would experience a total of three rounds of stimulation. The light ahead was still unknown, and Feng Ling'er's stamina was already being repeatedly drained. The comfort in her lower body came in waves with her steps, and the peak was unavoidable. "Mmm! To think I'd be... by this thing..." With no time to react at all, Feng Ling'er could no longer hold back. Her waist softened, and her honey water spurted out, moistening the hemp rope. Feng Ling'er gasped for air, her face turning crimson, and large drops of sweat dripped from her cheeks. The climax took away not only her physical strength but also the will to persevere in her mind, which was eroded by desire. However, it had to be said that with the lubrication from the honey water, it was objectively much easier. Finally, she was about to reach the end, and a glimmer of hope appeared in Feng Ling'er's eyes. "Ah... ha... Almost there, almost... Wu oooooooh!!!" The tension of the rope suddenly increased, and Feng Ling'er almost jumped up in pain. However, this movement caused the height of the rope to rise again. Her feet were instantly reduced to tiptoes, her honey water trembling. Feng Ling'er mustered all her strength, her eyes fixed on the single remaining knot, and she was about to pass it. The long distance still caused Feng Ling'er to lose control and climax again when she was about ten meters from the finish line. After standing still and gasping for a while with her body bent over, she finally recovered. Her face was already flushed with a sickly redness from the pleasure. Finally, Feng Ling'er used the inertia of her body to break free from the rope. "Finally, *huff huff*... I'm here... Wu?! Oh, what now?!" However, the ordeal that awaited her only began when she stepped into the room. Feng Ling'er hadn't rested for a few minutes when she felt something wrap around her from behind, and then she was pulled up by a force. A piercing sound echoed in the cave. Feng Ling'er thrashed in mid-air, the muscles in her abdomen trembling, her limbs struggling to break free from the ropes, but only leaving red marks. "Ahhh! Let me down, what is this place?!" Feng Ling'er was suspended in the air, unaware of a black spider in the darkness above her head. The black figure completely blended into the ceiling. Finally, a protruding strand of silk pulled Feng Ling'er forward. Feng Ling'er looked up and saw a very strange wooden horse in front of her, its protruding parts covered with small bumps, and a short section of iron chain hanging from each side of the saddle. Feng Ling'er was stunned for a moment, and when her gaze fell on the two protrusions on the saddle again, she suddenly thought of something, and her pupils contracted violently in terror. "This, this thing... you're not going to make me sit on it, are you?!" After a few minutes of struggling, Rika finally managed to squeeze half of her body out of the room. As her head and shoulders emerged, a dim light caught her eye. Panting, she paused for a moment, then continued to support herself with her knees, pushing the rest of her body out of the room. Finally, her legs cleared the narrow confines, and she collapsed onto the floor outside. Rika gasped for air, every muscle in her body screaming in protest. The ropes on her wrists had chafed her skin raw during her struggles, drawing a faint trickle of blood. But she paid it no mind. Having escaped the dark room, a sense of relief washed over her. Just as she began to calm herself and consider her next move, a faint sound reached her ears. Rika's head snapped up, her eyes straining in the dimness to make out a blurry figure slowly emerging from a corner. "Mmmph... Nnngh!" She blinked, trying to focus on the shape. As her vision adjusted to the gloom, she realized it was Oito Ai, crawling out from the closet. Her body was curled, her disheveled hair a mess in the darkness, her face etched with weariness and confusion, as if she hadn't fully woken up. "Mmmph... Mmmph? Mmmph mmmph!?" Oito Ai saw Rika and froze for a moment, then a flicker of excitement and surprise crossed her eyes. Though neither could utter a clear sound, their gazes met. Rika gave a slight nod, signaling she was alright, and Oito Ai pushed herself up, struggling to move closer to Rika. Rika gestured with her eyes for Oito Ai to approach. Oito Ai shifted slightly and let out a soft "Mmmph," as if confirming Rika's intent. Rika responded with a determined look and a gentle nod. Oito Ai slowly knelt beside Rika, tilting her head and fumbling with the buckles on Rika's restraints. "Nnngh... Nngh! Mmmph! Nngh!" The buckle pressed tightly against Rika's back, cinching her waist and arms, leaving her almost immobile. Oito Ai's fingers fumbled along the edge of the strap, her fingertips occasionally brushing Rika's skin, causing a faint sting. Oito Ai carefully traced the edge of the buckle, searching for a release mechanism. Her fingers slipped clumsily, sometimes sliding off due to too much force, eliciting a frustrated whimper. Rika felt a surge of impatience but took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm. Finally, Oito Ai found the opening of the buckle. With a slight movement of her finger, she nudged it open. Feeling the restraint loosen, a spark of hope ignited in Rika's eyes. She twisted her body gently, coordinating with Oito Ai's efforts, slowly working the strap free. After a few synchronized attempts, the strap finally slid off her waist, granting Rika's upper body a measure of freedom. She gasped, a hint of joy in her eyes. (Okay! Next, the arms. Ai, please!) Seeing this, Oito Ai offered a relieved smile and extended her hands, attempting to undo the leather restraints around Rika's wrists. She carefully slipped her fingers into the gap between the leather and Rika's skin, searching for a point to pull. Her fingers slid slowly, finally finding the connection point. With a few careful tugs, she managed to release the end of the leather. "Mmmph... Mmmph!! Cough! Cough, cough!" As the leather loosened, Rika's hands were finally free. Without regard for the restraints on her lower body, she immediately reached up and pulled the dildo from her mouth, taking a deep, ragged breath. While the chest chain was bearable, the vibrator deeply inserted into her pussy forced Hokuto to focus on its removal. The size was immense; even the slightest brush of her legs sent waves of painful moans from her stretched core. With such a colossal monster inside her, escape was impossible, and even walking was a struggle. After fumbling for a while, Hokuto gritted her teeth and finally pulled the wet, pinkish-slick vibrator from her body. "Nnngh!" As the last part of the vibrator was withdrawn, Hokuto's sensual body visibly relaxed. She cast a fearful glance at the vibrator and tossed it to a corner of the room. Then, she collapsed onto the floor, allowing a large gush of liquid, a mixture of her own juices and blood, to flow from her parted pussy and pool on the floor, completely disregarding her image in front of Yuhua. "Haaah, finally... Ai, are you alright?" Oito Ai looked at Rika, blinking with a look of exasperation. Rika felt a flush of embarrassment and quickly shifted her attention to Oito Ai, helping her with the ropes binding her. Rika removed Oito Ai's gag and then turned her over. The ropes were tied tightly around Oito Ai's wrists and ankles, leaving red marks. She gently inserted her fingers into the gaps of the knots, trying to loosen them bit by bit. The ropes were tied in impossibly tight knots, each one digging deep into Oito Ai's skin. "Sorry, this might hurt a little." Oito Ai winced slightly, letting out a muffled whimper. Rika continued to work on the knots, her fingers aching from the repeated pulling. After considerable effort, the ropes around her wrists finally loosened, and Oito Ai's hands were free. "Thank you, Rika..." Rika and Oito Ai exchanged a look, understanding dawning between them. After their ordeal of struggle and helplessness, they had no intention of letting Niru off the hook. Oito Ai gently rubbed her reddened wrists, a flicker of resentment in her eyes, while Rika shrugged nonchalantly, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Niru, she did this to us. She has to pay a price, right?" Rika whispered, a cunning glint in her eyes. Oito Ai nodded, a smile unconsciously forming on her lips. "But we have to be careful, don't let her realize what we're planning." Rika gently extended her palm, and they shared a silent high-five. Fortunately, Niru's house was well-stocked with various props for this operation, which they could now utilize. "No more explanations, I'll give you some oral sex experience today!" Ning Ru grabbed Li Xia's chin and shoved the long, wicked rubber stick into Li Xia's mouth. Li Xia immediately felt a gag reflex, trying to spit out the deep-throating rubber stick, but how could Ning Ru let her? She grabbed the tail of the rubber stick and ruthlessly pushed it bit by bit into Li Xia's small mouth. Li Xia's eyes rolled back from the rubber stick, tears sliding from the corners of her upturned eyes, but eventually, the rubber stick was fully inserted into Li Xia's mouth. Then Ning Ru wrapped the straps on the sides of the rubber stick around the back of Li Xia's head and tied them. She then pulled the upper strap upwards, splitting in the middle and pressing on both sides of the bridge of her nose. The strap above her mouth went over Li Xia's head, through the back of her head, and continued to extend backward, connecting to the strap behind the neck cuff. "Hmph, reflect properly. Your body alone is already deeply sinful. Now, get down on all fours." "Mmmph! Nnngh!" Li Xia, gradually regaining her senses, blinked and wiped away her tears, whimpering a few protests. Ning Ru was delighted at this, patting Li Xia's head and saying, "Alright, alright, the ones who came before were all treated like this. It'll get even more uncomfortable later, so just bear with it. If you really can't take it, I'll switch to a gag for you." In this short time, she had recovered. The feeling of having something in her mouth, stuffed all the way down her throat, was a bit strange and nauseating, but she could endure it with some adjustment. She even had the leisure to glare at Ning Ru, which was the only means of attack she had left. Next, Ning Ru pressed Li Xia down onto the ground, curling her limbs. Ning Ru then went behind Li Xia, folding her legs, thighs against calves, and tying them tightly at the root with straps, making her thighs and calves almost completely merge before stopping. Then, she put each leg into a separate bag and secured them in the middle and at the end with straps. The opening of the bag was also connected to the waist cincher, ensuring that Li Xia couldn't straighten her bent legs no matter how much she struggled. She nodded with satisfaction and proceeded to do the same to the other leg. At the bottom of the bag, where the knees would contact the ground, there was thoughtful protection. To prevent injury to her knees after crawling for a while, the cotton layer inside provided good protection for the vulnerable parts of her knees, making it fine even for constant crawling. A few minutes later, after the other leg was dealt with, Ning Ru went to the front of Li Xia and, using a similar method, made Li Xia raise her arms and put them into leather bags. The openings were also connected to the waist cincher. The difference was that the lower part of the arm sleeves was noticeably thicker, to compensate for the height difference during crawling. It took another ten minutes of this torment to finish securing her hands and legs. Ning Ru patted Li Xia's buttock to signal her to get up. "Crawl a couple of laps." Li Xia awkwardly stood up and crawled forward a couple of steps, almost falling. Honestly, crawling on all fours wasn't difficult; it was easy to find balance with all four limbs on the ground, but once the sequence of forward steps was messed up, it was easy for her center of gravity to shift. While Ning Ru went to get something, she had already fallen twice. Finally managing to stand up again, she took smaller steps this time, finally finding her balance and able to move forward slowly. Ning Ru was still fiddling with something on her buttock. However, due to the restraint on her head, it was difficult for her to even turn her head now. Ning Ru took out the last component of the BDSM restraint suit: a metal hook, but unlike ordinary anal hooks. The short end of the J-shaped hook was not a metal ball, but an olive-shaped rubber ball made of rubber. The tail was not a smooth semi-circle; the end of the short side extended outwards with a special injection port. After lubricating the rubber ball, Ning Ru slowly hooked the anal hook into Li Xia's anus and connected the long end to the restraint strap behind the neck cuff, further inserting the hook into Li Xia's posterior. This also forced her to arch her hips high when crawling, making her walk very seductively. "Wuwuwuwu! Wuwu... Wuwu!!!" This was not the end. Li Xia rotated the injection port and used the inflation valve to fill the rubber rod with air, causing it to gradually expand into a rubber ball with a diameter of seven centimeters. Ning Ru parted Li Xia's buttocks and looked inside, seeing the rubber ball expanding within Li Xia's anus. This step was very painful, especially for a beginner who had never had her anus opened. The intense pain made Li Xia think her butt was being torn apart, and she struggled incessantly, tears flowing uncontrollably. Even after her anus had been stretched for a few minutes, Li Xia still felt a dull ache. Ning Ru glanced at Li Xia's swaying breasts due to crawling, a "realization" dawning on her face. She ran back into the house and retrieved a pair of chain nipple clamps. Under Li Xia's fierce gaze, she bit down on Li Xia's nipples and connected the chains to the neck cuff. She then cheerfully patted Li Xia's buttock and came in front of her. "After all this preparation, I won't be polite anymore~" Ning Ru opened her mouth and pressed it directly against her. The tingling sensation of her sensitive neck being covered by lips made Li Xia's entire body tense up. Her fine, silvery teeth gently gnawed at her skin, leaving behind a barely perceptible tiny bite mark. The hand caressing her perky buttocks from beneath Li Xia was no longer content to maintain the status quo and slid directly into Li Xia's pure white, simple private parts. Her well-trimmed fingertips encountered no resistance and touched the still slightly dry, tender cleft, beginning a gentle and slow massage. "Mmmph... Mmmph... Ohh... Mmm... Mmm..." Li Xia was now in a state of immobility. Held by Ning Ru, she turned her head and shyly looked into the other's crimson pupils. A little honey-like fluid began to seep from that tender garden, moistening the fingers that were mischievously circling around Li Xia's honeyed orifice. "For a bad child who lies—you must be punished properly!" As the girl's sharp voice rang out, she produced a huge dildo from somewhere. She tightened the straps and wore it around her waist, making it look as if she had an extra penis attached to her lower body. Ning Ru held it with both hands, deliberately raising this exaggeratedly sized object in front of Li Xia's eyes as if showing off her toy. "Let's stuff this little toy into Li Xia's cute honeyed orifice~" (No, no! Stop! Ugh!!) Satisfied with her current expression, Ning Ru slowly withdrew the dildo and, amidst Li Xia's panicked struggles and thrashing legs in her arms, slowly inserted it into her honey-dripping vagina. The tearing pain that Li Xia felt as Ning Ru forcefully shoved this behemoth into her virgin vagina, without any explanation, caused her to let out a pained scream. Her tender vagina had never endured such torment, and coupled with the leather restraints on her body, Li Xia's senses were greatly amplified. The pain of the thick, coarse dildo, which was like a torture device, forcefully stretching the most delicate part of a woman's body made Li Xia feel as if her brain was about to split open. Her vaginal muscles reflexively contracted, and Li Xia used the last bit of her strength to try and push the dildo out of her body. The unimaginably hard sensation from her honeyed orifice made Li Xia break out in a cold sweat. Under her desperate exertion, the dildo showed no signs of breaking; instead, it was pushed deeper into her vagina by her force. Ning Ru's delicate, jade-like hand gently reached out and caressed Li Xia's tender lower abdomen, which was trembling uncontrollably from the rough dildo covered in small, hard protrusions that were ravaging her honeyed orifice. With a wicked smile, the girl flipped the switch for the dildo's vibration function: "Now, let's make Li Xia-chan happy first~" MEM didn't have to endure the humiliation for long. Soon, she was led to a place that resembled a bedroom. As she was shoved into the room, MEM stumbled, nearly falling, but she quickly regained her balance, glaring furiously at the cultists. However, before she could even utter a word of protest, she was forcefully pressed down onto a low wooden platform. Then, hands began to untie the ropes binding her. "Mmph... Mmph... Let me go! You lunatics!" The gag was removed from her mouth, and MEM finally couldn't help but roar. The whimper, which had been weak from exhaustion, gradually grew agitated. But her words only earned her a cold glance from one of the cultists. He offered no response, merely adjusting her hands behind her back. Several cultists carefully began to fit MEM with the latest model of a single-arm restraint. This restraint was designed with exquisite intricacy and complexity, not merely to bind her hands, but to accentuate the slenderness of her waist and lend her posture a more upright and elegant appearance. The restraint extended from her wrists all the way to her shoulders, her arms held tightly together and pressed behind her back. With every breath, MEM could feel the silk of the restraint pressing against her skin, a chilling sensation. "What is this? My hands... I can't move them!" "What exactly do you want to do?!" MEM tried to lift her hands, but the taut restraint made every movement agonizingly difficult. Lifting her hands was simply impossible. With her hands forcibly secured behind her back, MEM's waist appeared even more slender, and her posture more erect. The restraint's design wasn't just for binding; it was to sculpt MEM's body into a perfect curve, making her look like an exquisitely carved work of art. "Mmm... Wait, I won't move, just don't... Ughh!" MEM knelt there helplessly, feeling her body gradually lose control. She could only try to adapt, being manipulated by the cultists with no means to resist. Every struggle MEM made was easily suppressed by the cultists. Then, they re-secured MEM's already bound hands behind her back. This time, the single-arm restraint was even tighter and more refined, its smooth material making every inch of her skin feel cold and stretched taut. MEM's hands were firmly fixed behind her, utterly immobile. They were pressed even closer to her back, to the point where any slight movement would cause pain. MEM felt her hips involuntarily push back, her chest thrust forward, her waist contorted into an exaggerated S-shape. "No, don't do this... Mmm!" MEM cried out, and then a large gag was placed over her face. This gag was more robust than the previous one, with three straps that wrapped around MEM's head and locked securely at the back. The cultists fastened the gag, ensuring MEM couldn't make any sound. Her mouth was filled, allowing only faint whimpers to escape. The cultists then produced a pair of specialized "lady's" high heels for punishment. These white latex heels were almost perfectly straight, offering no flexibility. The cultists carefully forced MEM's feet into the heels, her toes squeezed tightly together, a needle-like pain spreading through them. MEM's feet were locked into the shoes with virtually no room to move. The heels' locking mechanism made it impossible for her to kick out. The curve of the heels forced her toes to remain constantly flexed, a position that made her legs even more rigid and uncomfortable. "Mmmph..." MEM stood with difficulty, the design of the heels making it almost impossible for her to maintain balance. MEM swayed precariously, each step an arduous effort. The pain in her feet constantly assaulted her nerves; every step felt like walking on needles. With her hands unable to help her balance, they remained uselessly pinned behind her. MEM longed to reach out and steady herself, to find a fragile sense of balance and security, but she could only be helplessly supported by her arms and waist. MEM even feared that if they let go, she would fall and be unable to get back up on her own. Next, the cultists led MEM to the bed in the center of the room. This was a specially designed bed, which, while appearing elegant and comfortable, was in reality another tool for their amusement. "Secure her. Don't let the High Priest see her running around." With that, one cultist picked up a white collar and fastened it around MEM's neck. Then, the cultist took an extra length of rope from their hand, attached it to the collar's clasp on MEM's neck, and tied the other end to the headboard by the window. The knot was simple, easily undone with a gentle pull on one end. But in MEM's current state, undoing it was an impossible feat. After completing her restraints, the cultists didn't spare her another glance and quickly retreated, leaving her alone, bound in the cold, small room. The sound of the door closing made the room even quieter, only her rapid breathing echoing in her ears. "Mmm... Woo!" Her hands were tightly restrained behind her back, and the uneven surface of the bed behind her made her arms ache. Biting down on the gag, MEM felt a sense of helplessness. She carefully swallowed, her pale, tender hands clenching within the restraints. Gritting her teeth, more sweat beaded on her forehead. She twisted her body in defiance, but each struggle was ruthlessly cut short by the limitations of her bonds. Her body, rigid as a sculpture under the confinement of the ropes and restraints, could barely make any effective movement. (I wonder how Ruby is doing. She's probably in the same situation as me. And Kana, who was taken away...) MEM had no idea when this confinement would end. After all, just these few hours of restraint, unable to eat or drink, with her hands bound tightly behind her back, were driving her to the brink of madness. "Kitagawa-san..." He took a deep breath and slid the videotape into the player. The moment the screen flickered to life, a two-meter-tall, dark crimson crucifix stood in the center of the room. Kitagawa Marin was spread-eagled upon it, her entire body exposed like a sacrificial lamb. Marin's slender arms were twisted behind her back, from the elbows down, her forearms pressed tightly together, palms flat against each other. Red cords began to wrap from the base of her fingers, winding around her wrists, forearms, elbows, and finally her upper arms, binding them securely in a stable Y-shape. Every knot was precisely tightened, ensuring no slack. From her wrists, a dense net of hemp rope enveloped her entire body, each knot strategically placed over pressure points and joints. Two red cords snaked around the base of her full breasts, digging deeply into the soft flesh, forcing her cleavage to become more pronounced. The knots connected to the bindings on her arms behind her back, forming a secure structure. Her nipples, restricted in blood circulation, became slightly engorged, displaying a tempting pink hue. Red cords extended from her neck, weaving a standard diamond pattern across her delicate body, each knot clinging to her skin, accentuating her curves. The ropes tightened around her waist, looping several times before descending, threading through her gluteal cleft, and cinching her vulva and anus, creating a red-string G-string. The knots pressed slightly into her soft skin, imparting a gentle sensation of pressure. Marin's legs were forcibly spread into a perfect split, her inner thighs pressed firmly against the crossbar of the crucifix. Her knees were secured with leather straps. Metal rings were fastened to her ankles, connected to iron chains extending from either end of the crossbar, locking her legs in a rigid 180-degree line, exposing her most intimate parts. A silver, full-body metal restraint frame encased her like a second skin. The inside of the neck ring was lined with small protrusions, forcing her head to remain tilted back. The chest plate, constructed from crossed metal bars, was designed to avoid her nipples. The waist hoop connected to the crucifix behind her, rigidly fixing her pelvis to the wood. "Mmm... mmm... mmm..." Two pink vibrators were affixed to Marin's breasts with medical tape, positioned directly on her nipples. They were vibrating at a high frequency, stimulating her pale pink areolas until they were engorged and erect. Even more terrifying was the thick, black dildo deeply inserted within her, connected to wires, emitting an intermittent "buzzing" sound. "Waa... Waa!" Marin's mouth was stuffed with a spherical gag, saliva dripping down her chin onto the metal chest plate. Her eye makeup was completely smudged from tears. Every breath caused the vibrators on her chest to sway, creating faint clinking sounds against the metal. Sweat trickled down the grooves of the chest plate, pooling slightly at its edges. The muscles in her inner thighs twitched uncontrollably, causing the chains to jingle softly. A thin line of blood seeped from the corners of her mouth, stretched open by the gag, possibly from biting her inner cheeks. The camera slowly zoomed in, focusing on her abdomen, where the skin was marked with diamond patterns from the ropes. The skin there had taken on an abnormal purplish-red hue from the prolonged constriction. In a few places, it had even broken, revealing tiny beads of blood. Dried tear stains clung to the knots where the ropes intersected. "Unfortunately, Kitagawa-san, you didn't satisfy me yesterday, so you must accept your punishment..." Takaoka's voice suddenly came from off-camera. At the same time, a pair of hands appeared in the frame, adjusting a knob on the dildo. With a "click," the dildo's vibration frequency suddenly increased. Marin's body arched violently, only to be forcefully pressed back against the crucifix by the metal restraint. Her toes curled spasmodically. The moment her cervix was struck forcefully, an unprecedented wave of pleasure surged through her body like a tsunami. But unlike before, Marin didn't feel the shame of being toyed with. Instead, she desperately arched her lower body, her eyes filled with a desire that could be clearly felt even through the camera. "Waa!!" (Wait, wait a minute...) Marin's waist trembled with excitement, her uterus contracting in waves, yet the anticipated climax never arrived. The heat within her body seemed to be gradually draining away. The thrilling current of pleasure, which had been converging in her uterus from all parts of her body, felt like a destruction of the ultimate peak, an indescribable agony. Marin panted heavily through the gag, her head finally drooping powerlessly. Her purple wig was completely soaked with sweat, clinging to the metal neck ring. Only the occasional twitch of her fingers proved she was still conscious. "You've noticed, haven't you? These aren't ordinary toys." Takaoka's hand suddenly entered the frame, roughly grabbing her hair and forcing her to look at the camera. On her tear-streaked face, her amber pupils were filled with heart-wrenching despair. "As for their effect, it's quite simple. Kitagawa-san's pleasure will be cut off just before the brink of orgasm." Takaoka's skill and eyesight had been honed to perfection on countless girls. He could tell if Marin was close to climax simply by observing her muscle tension, and he would adjust the vibrator's path and the pressure of his hand in real-time. This resulted in Marin constantly experiencing intense pleasure, yet always falling just short of orgasm. Takaoka then placed the vibrator he had used for foreplay onto her nipple. This turned her erect, hardened nipple into the vibrator's sole point of contact. Even more agonizing were the small barbs on the vibrator's surface, which dug into Marin's areola, causing even more stimulation with every movement of her body. The thrusting never stopped, alternating between climax and near-climax. It was a long, almost eternal cycle of pleasure and pain. Marin had long lost count of how many times she had been brought to the brink and denied. With sufficient battery power, the machines would not rest. The overflowing pleasure kept Marin in a state of heightened mental focus just before orgasm. The continuous near-climaxes and the infusion of vital energy helped her maintain this state. "Now, let me hear Kitagawa-san's thoughts." Takaoka's fluid-slicked finger fumbled with the clasp of the red gag, forcefully prying open Marin's clenched teeth and removing it. What greeted her was a broken moan, laced with sobs. "Haa... My mind is going crazy... I'm breaking... Please..." "No, not like that~" Shizuo looked down at the struggling girl locked tightly in his embrace. As her beautiful legs kicked wildly in the air, one of her high heels was kicked off, and her small, white-stockinged foot soon drooped powerlessly. Shizuo cautiously held her for about another minute before relaxing. He glanced around, quickly picked up the shoe, and put it back on Jin Cai's white-stockinged foot. Then, he slung the small, delicate body over his shoulder and walked deeper into the room. With a practiced flick, Shizuo produced a bundle of rope in his hand. He flipped Jin Cai over, face down. Grasping her soft wrists, he began to bind them. The rope first secured her wrists, then her elbows. Next, it wrapped around her chest, circling twice above and below her breasts before tightening, making Jin Cai's small, firm breasts, like immature apples, swell considerably. Shizuo continued to hold her wrists, binding them to her slender waist to further restrict her movement. A rope was then extended from the junction of her wrists and waist, threaded between her thighs, looped around the rope at her waist in front, and pulled back to the rear junction. The rope between her legs dug deeply into Jin Cai's private parts. This way, any struggle would pull on the rope, making her suffer. "Hey! This little brat sent a message to her companion!" Mizuki, who had been cleaning up the scene, suddenly stood up, holding Jin Cai's phone. The screen was lit up with Subaru's chat interface. The last message showed as read 23 minutes ago. Shizuo cursed and tightened the knot on Jin Cai's chest. The rope immediately dug a deep groove below her breasts. The friction of the rope against her nipples sent a jolt through her entire body. "...It's fine. You seal her mouth first." As Shizuo carried another bag into the bedroom, Mizuki quickly took out a gag and walked in front of Jin Cai. She pinched Jin Cai's small face, awkwardly gripping her cheeks and forcing the gag into her small mouth. Then, she tied the straps around the back of her head. Afterward, she took out another large, studded dildo-shaped gag and inserted it into the mouth, which was propped open by the gag. Jin Cai, still groggy, felt the violation and writhed uncomfortably a few times. "Come here." As Jin Cai's consciousness surfaced from the effects of the drug, the first sensation to return was pain. The feeling of the rope digging deeply into her wrists instantly brought her to full awareness. Her arms were roughly twisted behind her back, and with every struggle, the plastic restraints bit deeper into her flesh. Her knees were on the cold floor, and rough nylon rope was winding around her upper arms and torso, pulling her shoulder joints back to a dangerous angle. "You woke up earlier than expected." Mizuki pressed the tip of her leather shoe against Jin Cai's side, grinding it. Jin Cai flinched, curling her body, a movement that sent a tearing pain through her wrists. Mizuki, squatting beside her, wore a black mask, and a blue snake tattoo snaked up her exposed neck. She grabbed Jin Cai's collar with one hand and dragged her up. The collar of the denim jacket choked her trachea, causing her to cough uncontrollably. Her small mouth was tightly sealed by the dildo. Her eyes rolled back, and faint "ooh ooh" sounds occasionally escaped from the gap between her lips and the phallus. Her head trembled slightly, as if she were trying to shake it, but she was unable to move because her mouth was plugged. "Ugh... *cough*... ugh... ugh..." "Maybe you didn't spray enough. Stop talking nonsense and hang her up quickly." As Shizuo pulled a climbing rope from his toolbox, Jin Cai finally saw the structure of the ceiling. Welded to the exposed steel beams were several hanging rings, clearly prepared in advance. (Who is it? Why are they kidnapping me?) The residual drugs made her tongue feel like lead, but the kidnappers were already pulling her hair, forcing her head back. Her two buns also came undone. A rough rope loop was placed around her right ankle, and as it tightened instantly, Jin Cai's calf muscles tensed like a drawn bowstring, forming sharp lines. With the sound of a pulley turning, Jin Cai's body suddenly hung in the air. Her right leg was suspended straight up, while her left leg hung down naturally due to gravity, forming a cruel split. Her entire weight pressed on her hip joint, which was bent backward, and the ligament-tearing pain made her vision go white. The rope dug into the soft flesh of her ankle, quickly cutting off blood circulation, and her toes began to twitch unnaturally. "Mmph!" (It hurts so much!!) Jin Cai bit her lip to swallow her scream. In her tilted vision, Shizuo was reinforcing the rope on her chest. Three horizontal ropes pressed down on her breasts, the knot precisely positioned in the hollow of her collarbone. Every time she writhed in pain, the knot would rub against the soft flesh below her Adam's apple, creating an illusion of suffocation. Mizuki suddenly pulled the suspension rope, and Jin Cai's body spun halfway in the air. In her disorientation, she saw herself hanging in the center of the bedroom, like a lamb hung in a slaughterhouse. Her denim jacket had long been stripped off, and her thin T-shirt was rolled up to her rib cage. Gravity became the most brutal instrument of torture. In her suspended state, every gasp from Jin Cai caused her body to sway slightly. Her right leg muscles began to cramp from continuous tension, and her toes curled like dying moths. The pelvic tilt caused by her suspended left leg put double the weight on her backward-bound arms, and her shoulder joints creaked under the strain. "Ugh ugh ugh... ugh... *cough cough*... ugh... mmmph..." (Let go... What did you do to Touka? Where is she?) Saliva slid from the corner of her mouth, drawing a silver line down her inverted face. Mizuki suddenly shone her phone's flashlight directly into her eyes. In the bright light, Jin Cai's sweat-soaked white T-shirt was almost transparent, clearly outlining the contours of her ribs and her heaving abdomen. Sweat beaded in the indentations left by the rope below her breasts, dripping down as she swayed. "Did you think this was the end?" Shizuo turned around and took out a high-frequency vibrator from a compartment in his bag, playing with it like a worry stone in his hand. It had a smooth white casing and a long control cord, its entire shape resembling a giant tadpole. Because she was an inexperienced girl, they were worried it wouldn't fit into her vagina, so they had prepared a medium-sized, reinforced version, capable of lasting for two days. As the buzzing sound reached Jin Cai's ears, she immediately felt a very bad premonition. Touka suddenly struggled violently, and the heating pipes groaned under the strain. "If you like to squirm, move more. Your friend really likes these little toys." Beside her lay Kyōka, her once agate-like wine-red eyes now pressed shut by a tight leather blindfold. A delicate chain, serving as the strap, was pulled across the back of her head and secured with a tiny golden padlock. The blindfold fit her face perfectly, making it impossible to dislodge or peek through any gaps. Submerged in darkness, her cherry-like lips were forced to clamp down on a ball gag. The jolting of the carriage had caused her fluids to pool around the gag's perforations, forming a glistening puddle on the carriage floor. Even if her hands could reach the clasp, she couldn't undo it, leaving her words to be filtered into shameful whimpers by this humiliating device. Thick hemp ropes were looped around her upper body, deliberately tightened several times around the base of her proud breasts. They pressed her lace lingerie firmly against her skin, forming diamond and hexagonal patterns, while also cinching her waist and pulling taut across her back. Her hands were bound high behind her in an X-shape, and after securing several loops around her wrists, the captors still seemed unsatisfied. A gleaming pair of metal handcuffs served as reinforcement, their attached chain then fastened to the collar around her swan-like neck. While restricting her movement, the tight rear bondage forced her to occasionally shift her body in a desperate struggle. "Mmmph..." The restraints on her lower body appeared much lighter, consisting only of a pair of ankle cuffs and thigh bands. The metal cuffs locked onto her calves were relatively slender, their alloy composition and hardness belying their delicate appearance. With her upper body bound, walking in high heels while dragging these short cuffs was an arduous task. The wide leather bands, tightened to grip her thighs, were each adorned with two small, square boxes. Thin pink wires snaked into the heavily padded crotch of her pantyhose, connecting to an oval vibrator that worked tirelessly at the end. This had caused her considerable suffering during the three-hour journey. Her arousal had already soaked the once-pristine pantyhose, and distinct glistening trails were visible on her thighs. (…Here we go again.) As Higuchi Madoka's consciousness surfaced from the haze, the first sensation was a subtle vibration beneath her. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was a dim, dark red; some kind of fabric covered her head, blocking most of the light. A dull ache at the back of her head reminded her that she had been forcibly knocked unconscious again. (The carriage? Where are these bastards taking us?) Madoka tried to move her limbs, immediately noticing that the restraints this time were completely different. Her arms were bound behind her back, her wrists seemingly locked in some kind of hard shackles, emitting faint "clinks" with the carriage's sway. (Handcuffs?) She tried to spread her wrists, but the metal rings remained unyielding. Worse still, the restraints now extended to her entire body. Madoka breathed in sharply, feeling that the obstruction in her mouth had also been upgraded. It was no longer a simple ball gag, but some kind of rubbery, spherical muzzle that propped her mouth open, its edges secured to the back of her head with leather straps. Saliva pooled uncontrollably, and unable to swallow, it trickled down the corners of her mouth. (Nnngh...!) She writhed violently, but the ingenious design of the chains meant that any struggle caused other restraints to tighten. The chains across her chest made it difficult to breathe, and the restraints on her inner thighs rendered any attempt to spread her legs futile. As the carriage turned, her bound body slid slightly. Madoka suddenly realized she might be fixed in a kneeling, prone position on the rear seat of the carriage. (Tōko...?) She strained her ears, catching another rapid breath amidst the roar of the engine. The sound came from directly in front of her, suggesting Tōko was similarly restrained, facing her. Madoka tried to vocalize, but the muzzle only allowed her to emit muffled whimpers. Just then, the carriage made a sharp turn, and her body lurched forward from inertia, her forehead colliding with something soft. (It's Tōko!) Judging by the touch, the object opposite was also a soft body – undoubtedly Tōko. Madoka tried to maintain the contact, gently nudging the other person with her forehead. (Are you awake? Tōko!) After a moment of silence, she felt Tōko respond with three light taps of her forehead. This simple communication offered Madoka a sliver of reassurance, but then she noticed Tōko's breathing was unusually erratic. (Something's wrong...) (What did they do to us?) Madoka desperately tried to recall her last memories before losing consciousness: that damn vibrating device, the laughter of the rabbit-man on the screen, and then the sudden sharp pain in the back of her neck... "It's about time, isn't it? Let's give her the last dose." "Mmmph... Mmmngh!" Despite suppressing his desire, the man couldn't help but reach out and give her firm squeeze on her perky buttocks, which were encased in thick white stockings. The distressed girl didn't resist much, only letting out a soft whimper. Her flushed cheeks were already stained with an alluring blush, and a distinctly sweet scent emanated from her up close. She had been force-fed aphrodisiacs and sedatives every few hours on this journey, leaving her unable to speak coherently even without the gag. In a semi-conscious, semi-drugged state, she could only be helped by the driver to obediently drink the two test tubes of medicine. Her mouth was pried open again, the red ball inserted and held in place, forcing her to silently endure under the gag's silencing penalty. Her body was already burning, and under the influence of the drugs, she couldn't muster any strength. Yet, the two vibrators in her core worked with a subtle intensity, maintaining her arousal without allowing her to reach climax. Madoka struggled violently again, the chains clanking harshly. A dull ache from the injection, the leather gag still pressing hard against her tongue, saliva unable to be swallowed and accumulating in her mouth, making her breathing heavy and labored. (Where is this...?) She tried to twist her body, but the ropes were tighter than before. Her arms were bound behind her back, the ropes spiraling from her wrists to her elbows, even her knuckles individually restrained, rendering her unable to exert any force. Her legs were bound tightly together, her knees forced into a bent position, the knots at her ankles digging deeply into her flesh, sending sharp stabs of pain with the slightest movement. The rustling of fabric beside her indicated that Tōko had also been taken out of the carriage. Madoka turned her head, catching a glimpse of Tōko struggling slightly in the dim light. Her white silicone gag gleamed coldly in the shadows, a trickle of clear saliva escaping the corner of her mouth. Her usually hazy eyes were now half-open, it was unclear if she was awake or asleep. The cold sound of metal instruments clashing reached her ears. A man grabbed her ankle and roughly dragged her out. The rough carriage floor scraped against her back, causing her to arch in pain, a muffled groan escaping her throat. "Mmmph...! Nnnh!!!" "So you can all rest assured when entrusting us with your requests. No matter what kind of doll you desire, we can create it." Kyoka and Tou, appearing this time merely as exhibits, made a remarkable impact. The organization's business in "dolls" received enthusiastic welcome from numerous wealthy patrons, and both were purchased at high prices that very day. They were promptly sent to the shipping department, ready for packing and dispatch. The interior of the shipping crate was lined with snow-white cushioning, resembling an exquisite coffin. Kyoka's body was suspended in mid-air, her arms twisted completely behind her. Her wrists, bound together, were forcibly connected to the nape of her neck by extreme gold restraints. In this contorted W-shaped posture, stripped of all mobility, Kyoka writhed unnaturally. Her fair, tender feet, similarly bound and clamped together by gold restraints, thrashed restlessly, making even the slightest twitch of a toe an impossible luxury. Under such extreme restraint, even the most ferocious beast would likely be reduced to a harmless lamb, passively awaiting its fate. When placed inside, not even her eyelashes fluttered. Her arms remained in that artful, bent position. Her long brown hair had been meticulously styled, each strand placed in its designated spot. The LED light from the crate's lid cast a grid of shadows across her face, as if she were imprisoned within an invisible cage. Her body was suspended in mid-air, her arms twisted completely behind her. Her wrists, bound together, were forcibly connected to the nape of her neck by extreme gold restraints. In this contorted W-shaped posture, stripped of all mobility, Kyoka writhed unnaturally. Her fair, tender feet, similarly bound and clamped together by restraints, thrashed restlessly. The stringent restrictors made even the slightest twitch of a toe an impossible luxury. With an imperceptible hum, the coiled restraint mechanism in the center of the black box gradually extended and unfolded. Dense rows of metal restraints, like waiting Venus flytraps, opened one after another, eventually straightening out horizontally. At first glance, it resembled a complete set of ready-to-deploy metal exoskeleton. (It's so quiet...) The thought drifted through her vacant mind like a feather. Staff adjusted the angle of her knees, ensuring her seated posture met the standards of a "noble collectible." Kyoka allowed them to maneuver her, the limiters at her joints emitting faint clicks. Someone used a soft cloth to wipe away the numbered sticker on her collarbone. It was now a raised metal emblem, engraved with 283-A. "Heart rate stable at 58, neural inhibition index within parameters." "And the other one?" (Tou...?) As fragments of memory surfaced, a faint electrical current pulsed from the chip at the back of her neck. Kyoka's body twitched slightly, her pupils briefly unfocused. A jolt ran through the two orifices in her lower body, followed by a cool sensation that directly flooded her intimate passage. The surface of the thick silicone rod was covered in numerous tiny holes, from which a liquid flowed, instantly coating her entire vaginal wall. Within seconds, the coolness gradually transformed into a burning heat, making Kyoka unable to resist writhing, seeking solace from the silicone rod. Tou's crate was smaller, designed for a side-lying position. They had fitted her with a new respirator, its transparent tubing tracing the contours of her face. Her watery long hair was pinned up and secured at the back of her head, revealing a miniature interface blinking at her nape. As a staff member lifted her waist to adjust her position, Tou's eyelashes suddenly fluttered. "Neural reflexes again?" "It's fine, within the margin of error. Secure her quickly and send her to the client." Her breasts hung suspended in the air, their rosy nipples trembling slightly in the open air, as if inviting to be plucked. The longitudinal extension spine connected to the entire restraint system was perfectly positioned between her breasts, separating and pushing them outwards. In addition, two restraints above and below each breast clamped shut behind her, supporting her body while perfectly accommodating her folded arms, restricted into a W-shape at the nape of her neck. As they tightened, the shoulder joints emitted clear grinding sounds. Soon, her elbows and forearms, which could still be slightly separated, were pressed tightly together and firmly clamped to Tou's body, leaving her utterly immobile except for her fingers. After a soft moan, Tou's hands, bound behind her neck, curled unnaturally. A hint of surprise finally flickered across her features. A tingling sensation quickly spread from her intimate passage throughout her entire body, followed by an unbearable itchiness that made her desperately crave rough penetration. But the cruel twist was that her entire body was restrained into a completely immobile mass of flesh. All she could do was contract her intimate passage rhythmically, squeezing her muscles to rub the vaginal walls against the protrusions on the silicone rod, seeking meager comfort. However, because her body was so tightly bound and the rod was excessively thick, this offered little relief. Soon, the itching sensation became so intense that Tou could not help but moan. The sound of their conversation drifted through the crate walls, like hearing from the depths of deep water. Tou's eyes were half-open, her gaze fixed on some empty point within the crate. A high-pitched nasal sound escaped from her tightly gagged mouth, trembling uncontrollably. Her vision blurred and lost focus, her body jolting violently on the old stool before crashing down again. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, consuming her completely. A torrent of heat surged out, soaking her already damp and sticky panties and pantyhose, leaving behind a trail of even more suggestive wet marks. The aftershocks of her orgasm left her weak and her mind blank, only the tireless vibrator still buzzing inside her, mercilessly heralding the arrival of the next wave of stimulation. Her bound and pressed-together legs trembled uncontrollably, her toes inside the black pantyhose curling and uncurling. Muffled whimpers escaped from beneath the ball gag. Once, twice, thrice… (No… I can't keep going like this, where is Zhi… I need to find a way to escape!) Lupa thrashed like a fish out of water, writhing frantically against the hard surface of the stool beneath her, seeking any meager relief. The ropes binding her entire body creaked under her violent movements, digging deeply into her flesh and causing a stinging pain from the friction. Her arms, bound behind her back, pulled in vain. Her pressed-together legs rubbed furiously against each other within the black pantyhose, the fabric rustling urgently. The itching deep within her body crawled and roamed like a living thing. Each twist of her body only agitated the vibrator between her legs, intensifying the pleasure. Caught between the internal and external onslaught, all her struggles became fuel, pushing her faster and harder towards another uncontrolled climax. "So much energy? I should have stuck a vibrator up you too." Miyuki's voice was deliberately sweet and cloying. Lupa felt a cold metal object lift her chin. She opened her eyes to see a manicured hand encrusted with rhinestones and a butterfly knife pressed against her throat. Her captor was a woman in her thirties, dressed in tight leather pants and an off-the-shoulder knit top. As she crouched down, her sunglasses slid to the tip of her nose, revealing eyes lined with exaggerated eyeliner. Miyuki tapped Lupa's cheek with the flat of the knife. Then, she suddenly yanked Lupa's hair, forcing her head up and removing the ball gag. "What do you want?" Lupa's voice was hoarse, but her priority now was to figure out the kidnappers' objective to find a way to escape. Miyuki didn't answer, slowly exhaling a smoke ring. She turned and dragged out a metal case from behind her, about the size of a suitcase. Lupa's pupils contracted sharply as she heard faint struggling sounds from within the case. Miyuki kicked the metal case with the tip of her high heel, and the case immediately emitted a dull thud. "Guess who's inside?" She squatted down, meeting Lupa's gaze. The smell of smoke mingled with an overpowering perfume wafted towards her. "Your friend. She's quite pathetic right now." "...What?! Let her out! She'll suffocate!!" Miyuki burst into laughter, her fingernails scratching across the surface of the case, producing a piercing sound. "Don't worry, we've calculated the air volume. After all, we're taking all five of you away later, so we need to do a test run to make sure you won't suffocate in the van." Miyuki deliberately kicked the lid of the case, making noise. The intimidating tactic indeed made the struggling inside more frantic. The desperate collisions were futile, and the panicked, helpless whimpers of the girl became clearer and more attention-grabbing. "The drug should be wearing off soon, so let's let you two have a reunion~" The case was pried open, and a cloud of mist rose and diffused from the gap. The whimpering female voice became more distinct. It was clearly a young girl, her delicate and cute body, her soft short hair, and her sweet humming were such obvious characteristics that Lupa's heart skipped a beat. "Zhi..." "The answer is revealed. Yes, capturing her took a little effort, but not much." Miyuki's words were annoyingly flippant. Kidnapping a girl seemed like a mere afterthought to her. Miyuki grinned slyly and reached inside, quickly pulling out the shameful and humiliated flesh. She placed it directly on the table so Lupa could clearly see the torment poor Zhi was enduring. "Mmmph!! Ooh ooh mmmph!!" Zhi was completely naked. The dress and undergarments she usually wore were all stripped off and scattered inside the case. Even her form-fitting black stockings were brought out, clinging to Zhi's body, before falling lightly to the floor. In their place were several strong, flexible ropes. Her petite body had been subjected to rigorous binding. Her hands were bent backward and crossed behind her, several ropes tightly wrapping and securing her arms, forming an X shape against her back. Several more crisscrossing ropes reinforced her wrists, ensuring Zhi had absolutely no possibility of escape. Her beautiful legs, which had been wearing "So now you're going to put me in that cute straitjacket too?" The auditor stepped forward, indeed holding the silver-gray special equipment. Ms. Z pouted. She turned gracefully, her arms slightly spread. "Do I need to undress myself, or will the Inspection Department strip me of even that pleasure?" No one answered. Ms. Z rolled her eyes, unfastened the diamond brooch and tossed it onto the table, followed by her earrings, bracelet, belt, and finally, her plain wedding band. The metal landed on the solid wood tabletop with a soft "clink." "Satisfied?" She stood in the light, clad in a thin chemise, like a plucked peacock. "Hurry up, I have a meeting tomorrow." Ms. Z stood in the center of the office, arms slightly spread, surrounded by auditors. There were no extraneous glances, no unnecessary touches. The lead auditor took out a wide, dark brown leather strap, stitched with silver thread along the edges and lined with soft lambskin on the inside. This was a restraint specifically designed for high-ranking officials, ensuring it wouldn't leave unsightly bruises while guaranteeing absolute security. "Hands up." The auditor's voice came through the white mask. Ms. Z chuckled lightly but complied, raising her wrists. With a click, the strap fastened around her left wrist, then pulled behind her back. Her right wrist soon met the same fate. The straps tightened just enough to be secure without causing pain, yet preventing escape. Her arms were forced into an elegant crossed position behind her back. "Is this the extent of your department's aesthetic sense?" The auditor didn't reply, merely silently tightening the strap by one notch. The leather made a faint creaking sound, sinking deeper into the folds of her velvet dress. Ms. Z's slender arms were forced together behind her back, securely bound by a single-hand restraint. A nylon rope was threaded back and forth through the two rows of small holes on the glove, forming a series of "X" shapes that tightened it. Her delicate fingers were wrapped in gauze, deeply embedded within the restraint, making even the slightest movement impossible. Her hands were thus firmly encased in a white restraint bag, bound behind her in a perfect "M" shape. The point where her wrists crossed was also secured by a silver ring. However, instead of chains, a long pink rope was threaded through the lock hole meant for chains. It passed lightly against Ms. Z's lower body, forming a complex loop across her chest and back, subtly outlining her breasts, and then encircling her ribs and wrists before converging. The rope beneath her was intentionally knotted by the binder, and the slight friction caused the inexperienced Ms. Z's face to flush slightly, a slow wave of pleasure washing over her. Generally, single-hand restraints were more difficult to escape than rope bondage. Although Ms. Z had received escape training, with her hands immobilized, she could not effectively free herself and could only feel a profound sense of helplessness. Another auditor unfurled the silver-gray straitjacket. It looked like a well-tailored evening jacket, but its lining was adorned with tiny metal rings. When Ms. Z was signaled to turn around, she raised an eyebrow but obediently presented her back to the auditors. The moment the straitjacket was draped over her shoulders, the metal rings on the lining automatically sought their corresponding positions, like a pack of well-trained hounds latching onto their prey. As the fabric tightened, Ms. Z's breathing visibly hitched for a moment. It perfectly outlined her figure, yet transformed every curve into the bars of a cage. The buttons on the front were specially made; once fastened, they could only be undone with a special key. Next came the waist cincher, a three-finger-wide black leather strap studded with what appeared to be decorative silver studs. In reality, each stud was a miniature pressure sensor that recorded her every breath. When it was fastened outside the straitjacket, Ms. Z had to take a shallow breath to accommodate the pressure. "Your perverted taste? Even antiques from the last century are more stylish than this." No one responded. The auditors knelt to attach the leg restraints. Similar in structure to the hand restraints, these pieces of equipment first wrapped around Ms. Z's delicate body and were then tightened at the connection points with nylon rope, each overlapping "X" shape locking her within the leather. The waist cincher pressed tightly against Ms. Z's soft abdomen, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her beautiful legs were also restrained, held tightly together as if glued, and due to the resilience of the leather leg restraints, she could not bend or extend them freely. The black leather restraints contrasted with her flawless, porcelain-white skin, making her look like an exquisite silk doll. While she evoked pity and affection, she lacked autonomy. Others could cherish her, or they could toy with her, ravage her, destroy her, or even abandon her, and she would have no say in any of it. Her long boots, adorned with blooming violet patterns, had somehow come off, revealing her feet encased in milky white silk stockings. The slight arch of her foot caused the soft flesh on the sole to indent, creating an almost irresistible allure. These exquisite feet seemed eager to break free from their restraints but were confined by the ankle straps, allowing only minimal movement. Thus, Ms. Z was held in place in an incredibly humiliating posture. "Satisfied? Do you need me to turn around again?" Her voice was slightly hoarse due to the pressure of the neck collar, yet she maintained that infuriating composure. Constantine finally rose from her chair. Her cane left deep circular indentations on the carpet as she walked to Ms. Z. She reached out and adjusted the position of the neck collar. Ms. Z suddenly leaned closer, her lips almost brushing Constantine's earlobe. Her breath carried a faint scent of absinthe. "This outfit on you... fits much better than the Foundation's uniform." Constantine stepped back and nodded to the auditors. They helped Ms. Z up, her arms now covered by the silver-gray straitjacket, no longer the elegant hands that had signed orders so casually just hours before. The auditors placed her on the office sofa and discreetly withdrew, leaving the two leaders alone in the room. Constantine sat on the sofa, leaned forward, and gently stroked Ms. Z's hair. Her fingertips brushed the tips of Ms. Z's hair, but Ms. Z dodged the touch with a slight shake. "Still holding a grudge?" Despite the rejection of her hair-stroking, Constantine then took Ms. Z's gloved hand, her index finger guiding the movement. Three leather straps connected her arm, bound within the single-hand restraint, to Ms. Z's body. The strap near her collarbone, close to her shoulder, kept her upper arms, not covered by the restraint, pressed tightly against her sides. The two straps above and below her chest further rounded and firmed Ms. Z's breasts, which were already the envy of many women her age, making her shirt stretch taut. Fortunately, these garments were specially made by the Foundation, otherwise, the buttons on her chest would have been strained to their limit by Ms. Z's "white rabbits" that many women would envy. Her eyes were tightly bound by a strip of pure black cloth, and her small mouth was firmly gagged with a bright red, perforated ball gag. Unable to close for an extended period, glistening saliva continuously spilled from the corners of her lips, dripping along the curve of the gag and already forming a dark, damp patch on the sheet below. She looked somewhat disheveled, yet there was a strange, decadent beauty to it. Her gaze shifted downwards. Xing Ti's upper body was clad only in an exquisitely crafted black lace bra. Large expanses of snow-white, smooth skin were exposed to the dimly lit air. Seen from behind, the delicate groove of her spine was clearly visible, and her shoulder blades rose and fell slightly with her movements. Her arms were bound behind her in a somewhat contorted position, elbows bent upwards, her forearms securely crossed and restrained behind her back. Her slender wrists were bound layer upon layer with pale blue fluorescent rope. Her hands were then wrapped tightly, circle after circle, with grey tape, completely immobilizing her fingers. That pair of breasts, not particularly full but beautifully shaped and just right, swayed gently with each of her uneasy breaths and subtle struggles. The bare skin below the bra was smooth and firm, with the elegant lines of her abdomen faintly visible. Several ropes, also glowing with a pale blue fluorescence, were intricately wound above her breasts and below her ribs, firmly securing her body to her arms crossed behind her back. The ropes dug slightly into her skin, restricting most of Xiesheng's movements. Even bound as she was, Xing Ti did not give up resisting. She writhed her waist and shoulders from time to time, attempting to break free from the restraints. Each twist caused the ropes to rub against her skin, emitting a "creaking" sound, and from the gag in her mouth came more urgent "whimpers." Occasionally, her body would tense up suddenly, twitching slightly like a startled small animal, before relaxing again, leaving only a faint tremor. Her gaze continued downwards along Xing Ti's undulating waistline. A fluorescent rope was also tied around her waist. This deliberately rougher rope circled her slender waist before extending downwards, unceremoniously passing through the thin black lace fabric. The rope was pulled tight, digging deeply into the soft fabric and skin, distorting the small piece of cloth into a clear and suggestive indentation. In the deepest part where the rope and fabric met, the black lace had visibly darkened, clearly saturated, and the dampness continued to spread downwards onto the bedsheet. Further down were two beautifully contoured legs encased in flesh-colored stockings. However, at this moment, they were held in a position that prevented any full extension. Her slender legs, devoid of any excess fat, were forcibly bent backward, her calves pressed tightly against her thighs. Pale blue fluorescent ropes were wound several times above and below her knees, and at her ankles and the roots of her thighs, tightened and reinforced between her legs. There was no gap between her thighs and calves, and they were pressed together tightly. The taut ropes left slight but very noticeable indentations on the flesh covered by the black stockings, looking quite alluring. The rope loops around Xing Ti's ankles each extended a thinner fluorescent rope, connecting to the knot at the base of her spine, which was part of the crotch rope tied around her waist and digging into her private parts. In this way, any attempt by her legs to kick or stretch would directly transmit force to her most sensitive area, tightening the rope there. And yet, the tightly bound Xing Ti hardly stopped wriggling. Her two folded and bound legs would occasionally sway slightly from side to side, or, as if uncontrollably, her toes would point, her calf muscles would tense, and she would make attempts to extend. Each such struggle clearly pulled the connected ropes, tightening the restraint in that crucial area again and again. As Fourteen Lines and Vertin were also placed on the bed, the sound of high heels crisped against the metal floor as they entered the room. Ms. Z stood at the doorway, her silhouette like a drawn dagger against the backlight. She wore a sharply tailored black trench coat today, the iconic diamond brooch pinned to her collar, and the black pearls on her earlobes gleamed coldly under the light. "Good morning, prisoners. I hope you enjoy this team-building activity." Fourteen Lines looked up sharply, her voice hoarse with anger. Her cuffed hands thrashed violently in front of her, the blue light handcuffs emitting a piercing alarm. Ms. Z didn't even bat an eye. She walked directly to the metal table in the center of the room, the tea set clinking crisply against the tabletop. She slowly poured amber liquid into a porcelain cup. "Vice Chairman Konstantin's emergency drill plan, testing your response capabilities under extreme conditions." Ms. Z tapped the glass dome with her fingertip, and a high-frequency sound wave immediately caused the apple to curl up in agony. She turned to the ever-silent Vertin, whose body, encased in a straitjacket, was like an ice sculpture. Only the slight rise and fall of her chest indicated she was alive. "Our司辰 seems displeased?" "Mmm?!" Ms. Z gently nudged Vertin's calf with the tip of her shoe. The metal fibers of the straitjacket immediately contracted in response, Vertin's breathing suddenly quickened, and Fourteen Lines's ropes suddenly clattered. She lunged forward like an enraged she-wolf, but was yanked back by the metal chain around her waist, stumbling to her knees. The dull thud of her knees hitting the ground made her gasp. Ms. Z walked towards Vertin, the sound of her high heels exceptionally clear in the silence. She reached out to touch the release valve of the straitjacket but paused mid-motion, halted by Fourteen Lines's hoarse shout. Fourteen Lines, pinned to the ground by two operatives, her cheek pressed against the cold metal floor. "Madam, the neural inhibitor on that straitjacket hasn't been released yet. Forced removal will—" "I know." Ms. Z interrupted her, her finger hovering over the release valve for two seconds before suddenly turning to the control panel and entering a complex password. The straitjacket hissed as air pressure was released, and the gag slowly unfolded, revealing Vertin's water-filled eyes and sweat-soaked lips. Vertin's breathing suddenly became rapid, and her body, losing support, tilted forward. Ms. Z steadied her by the shoulder. "Mmmph... Good acting, especially the part with the live ammunition." Vertin looked up at Ms. Z, her voice as light as a feather brushing against a blade. Ms. Z's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. She turned and took a medical kit from a随行人员, the clinking of metal instruments as she took out a tranquilizer spray. "Chapter 17, Article 4 of the standard drill procedure clearly stipulates that to ensure authenticity—" "—the participants' right to know was fed to the dogs in Chapter 1?!" Xing Ti suddenly erupted, tilting the chair she was on forward by forty-five degrees. The nearby operatives quickly held her down in alarm. The room's temperature seemed to drop several degrees. Ms. Z's movement of adjusting her cuff froze almost imperceptibly. She glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner, where a red light blinked, indicating recording. "Special authorization signed by Vice Chairman Konstantin." She finally said calmly, taking a folded paper document from her suit inner pocket and unfolding it. The embossed Foundation emblem on the parchment gleamed coldly under the light, and the ink at the bottom signature bled into a kind of ominous purplish-black. She walked to Vertin's side and placed her hands on her shoulders. Vertin's body was taut like a drawn bow, but she ultimately did not react more violently. "Forty-eight hours of mandatory leave. The medical team will continuously monitor your vital signs." Ms. Z picked up a dildo from the side and aimed it at Vertin's mouth, about to gag her again. Vertin was about to retort but saw the terrifying dildo, a wave of nausea surging from her throat, which had just begun to relax. She couldn't help but widen her eyes in terror, resisting. "Wait! What is this?! Don't shove that thing in?!" The dildo in her hand did not stop. Ms. Z's small hand easily grabbed Vertin's chin, forcibly pried open her mouth, and slowly inserted the long dildo, gagging her mouth that wanted to speak. The long dildo suddenly plunged deep into her throat, and an intense feeling of nausea instantly surged. Vertin's eyes rolled back, and the words she couldn't utter were