The Witch of the Female Detective Agency

In the star-dusted night, somewhere in City A, Liu Mengyi, a 21-year-old recent college graduate, walked towards her dormitory, her eyes fixed on her phone. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate face with a pointed chin. Beneath long lashes, small eyes surveyed her surroundings, her only imperfection a slightly flat nose. Her lips were thin and moist. She wore a white, form-fitting short-sleeved top, a black pleated mini-skirt that barely covered her thighs, and white lace stockings that reached high up her legs, just below the hem of her skirt, exuding a captivating allure. Black high heels accentuated her already long, shapely figure. Liu Mengyi reached an alleyway, a shortcut she usually took to get to her dorm faster. Tonight was no exception. As she strolled leisurely through the darkness, a pair of large hands suddenly covered her mouth and nose from behind. A handkerchief, soaked in a potent anesthetic, was pressed against her face. Caught off guard, Liu Mengyi inhaled the pungent fumes. "Mmmph~ mmmph~" she tried to cry out for help, but no sound escaped. She thrashed her head and writhed her body, but the man behind her was clearly a burly figure, his arm clamped tightly around her neck, rendering her struggles futile. After a violent struggle, Liu Mengyi's energy waned, and she inhaled more of the drug. Within minutes, consciousness slipped away, replaced by faint moans and limp limbs. She had passed out. The man hoisted Liu Mengyi over his shoulder and carried her into a room, tossing her onto the bed. The unconscious woman let out a soft whimper. The man produced a rope and bound Liu Mengyi's wrists together, then hoisted them above her head, pulling them towards her neck. He then proceeded to tie her slender, pale arms together, pulling her forearms tightly against each other. Her arms were then pulled back as far as possible and bound securely, forcing her chest to arch forward. The rope was then crisscrossed over her prominent breasts, threaded under her armpits, and tightened, making her chest appear even fuller and more enticing. Even in her sleep, Liu Mengyi seemed to sense the discomfort, emitting soft groans. The man pried open Liu Mengyi's mouth and stuffed the prepared silk stocking inside, pushing it further with his finger. Liu Mengyi instinctively furrowed her brow. He then produced a small red ball gag and inserted it into her mouth, securing it with tape. Finally, he wrapped a white cloth around her nose and mouth, tying it tightly behind her head. Liu Mengyi's slender waist and smooth abdomen were tightly constricted by the ropes. Her long legs, clad in white lace stockings, were no exception. Over a dozen ropes bound them together, leaving no space between them, the cords digging deeply into her thigh flesh. The man laid Liu Mengyi face down on the bed and pulled her lower legs upwards, slowly bringing the soles of her feet towards the back of her head, pressing her calves against her thighs. A rope was then drawn from her ankles and tied to the ropes binding her back. With that done, the man stuffed Liu Mengyi into a large burlap sack, tied it shut, and slung it over his shoulder, heading towards the underground parking garage. He approached a black van, opened the rear door, and revealed three to four other wriggling burlap sacks inside, from which faint "wooo" sounds emanated – clearly other women he had previously abducted. He tossed the sack containing Liu Mengyi into the van. Climbing into the driver's seat, he spoke into a walkie-talkie, "Mission complete," and drove out of the underground garage, disappearing into the night. Half a month later, in an office in City B, a woman sat in a swivel chair. Her cascade of soft, black hair framed a pair of eyes that were both sharp and alluring. Her eyebrows were slender and delicate, like willow leaves, and her nose was elegantly upturned. Beneath her porcelain skin lay a cherry-red mouth, adorned with a subtle shade of lipstick. "Understood, Sister Rong. We'll investigate," she said, hanging up the phone. She then dialed another number. "Xiao Luan, I have a mission for you. Come over to my place tonight." A playful, cute voice replied from the other end, "Alright, Sister Pan. I have something to take care of, but we can discuss the details tonight. I'll hang up now." Shortly after, a stack of documents began to emerge from the office fax machine. Pan Ying organized the papers, gave some instructions to her secretary, and then headed home. That night, in a suburban villa, Pan Ying, freshly showered, wore a white bathrobe. Her fair skin and hair still glistened with water droplets, which shimmered faintly under the lights. The loose robe could not conceal the ample fullness of her chest. This was Pan Ying, the head of the Women's Detective Agency (codename: Data Analyst, specializing in compiling and analyzing data to solve cases; in real life, a successful CEO). Pan Ying dried herself and put on white underwear and a bra, followed by a light blue shirt and a grey mini-skirt. Just then, the doorbell rang. Pan Ying opened the door to find a short-haired beauty standing there. Her neat bangs slightly covered her eyebrows, and her figure was tall and fiery. She wore a black, form-fitting, low-cut camisole, a black leather mini-skirt, and a pair of long, shapely legs encased in stockings, topped off with ankle-high leather boots, all of which were undeniably provocative. This was Wang Yuluan of the Women's Detective Agency (codename: Fighter, possessing exceptional combat skills far surpassing ordinary men; in real life, a personal fitness trainer). On the other side, Zhang Xinzhe said to Wang Yuluan, "To avoid exposing our identities, I'll tie you up tightly. Here's a mini knife, it's very sharp. Hold it in your palm, and when no one is around, you can cut the ropes and install the signal transmitter." Wang Yuluan held the mini knife in her left hand and the mini signal transmitter in her right. She pouted her pink lips and said with a displeased expression, "Why do I always have to do the tiring work?" "Because you're the strongest and best fighter among us. How about you try installing it for Zhou Pan?" Wang Yuluan drooped her head, unable to refute. Before Wang Yuluan could recover from her disappointment, Zhang Xinzhe twisted her hands behind her back and tied them with a rope. One end of the rope was left with a loop, and the other end was wrapped around her chest twice before being tied securely behind her back. Then, she used the same method to bind her chest from below. Zhang Xinzhe took out another shorter rope, threaded it under her armpits, tightened the rope above her chest, and then wrapped it around her neck from behind to the other side, tightening the ropes above and below her chest in the same way. Finally, she wrapped the excess rope around Wang Yuluan's lower abdomen and tied it. During this process, she kept caressing Wang Yuluan's soft breasts, making her stomp her feet in anger, but she was helpless. "Loosen it a bit, why are you tying it so tight?" Wang Yuluan said with a displeased expression. "This is already the most comfortable way to tie you," Zhang Xinzhe said with a helpless shake of her head. She went behind Wang Yuluan and tied one end of a third rope to her back. Then, she draped it over her shoulders, passed it through the rope below her chest, and brought it back to her back to tie it. The rope in front squeezed Wang Yuluan's already full breasts into a round shape. Finally, she threaded the remaining rope through the loop left at the beginning and slowly pulled it upwards, raising Wang Yuluan's hands higher and higher. Seeing that it was almost done, Zhang Xinzhe passed the last rope behind her neck and tied it securely. "Mmm~~ Hmph~~ Mmm~~" Wang Yuluan twisted her delicate body, her cheeks flushed. Her usually boisterous personality was now as docile as a kitten. "Sister Zhang, it's tied so tightly up here, I can't break free." "This is to prevent easy exposure. Didn't I give you the knife? When you get there, don't move your hands. The people at Aotoxin are very careful. Don't expose us by accident." After speaking, Zhang Xinzhe took out a rope and began to tie Wang Yuluan's legs. Four ties at the base of her thighs, four at her knees, and four at her ankles. Finally, she pulled a rope from her ankles and tightly secured her high heels to her feet. Then, Zhang Xinzhe took a gag out of her pocket. "No way, I have to wear this thing too? Mmm... Mmm... I haven't finished speaking!" Before Wang Yuluan could finish, the gag was stuffed into her mouth, and her eyes were covered with a white cloth. "Mmm! Mmm... Mmm!" Wang Yuluan was probably cursing angrily, but no one could understand her. Zhang Xinzhe put on the pre-prepared human skin mask, smoothed it out, and it fit her face perfectly, making her look almost identical to Zhou Pan. At this moment, Pan Ying also finished her report. She looked at Zhang Xinzhe's face with great surprise. "Big sister has agreed to our plan. Let's set off now." "Okay." "Mmm mmm...." Then, Zhang Xinzhe stuffed Wang Yuluan into the suitcase that Zhou Pan carried and put it in the trunk of Zhou Pan's car. Pan Ying drove the car towards the hotel. About half an hour later, they arrived at the hotel Zhang Xinzhe had mentioned. Zhang Xinzhe got out of the car, carrying the suitcase with Wang Yuluan inside. She didn't forget to instruct Pan Ying in the car, "Sister Pan, park the car at that intersection. When you see my signal, follow me. Be careful not to follow too closely, or we might be discovered." "You still don't trust my driving skills? You be careful too." With that, Zhang Xinzhe dragged the suitcase across the road and entered the hotel. Wang Yuluan had a tough time during this journey. Not only was her body tightly bound, but she was also stuffed into a suitcase, unable to stretch her limbs. The worst part was that the air in the suitcase was getting worse and worse. The bumpy ride caused Wang Yuluan's sweat to soak her silk clothes. As soon as she arrived at the hotel, a lobby manager immediately came to greet her. "Miss Zhou, you're here. We've already prepared a room for you." "Okay, take me there." Zhang Xinzhe changed her tone and mannerisms, making her completely unrecognizable from the person who was strategizing just moments ago. The lobby manager led Zhang Xinzhe to a secluded room. There were already two men inside. Zhang Xinzhe thought to herself, "These must be the people I'm delivering to." "Sister Zhou, there's quite a lot of 'meat' lately. Weren't you told last time that it would take some time?" one of the men said, stubbing out his half-smoked cigarette and standing up. Zhang Xinzhe put one hand on her hip, stood on her tiptoes, and said with slight displeasure, "What? Are you complaining about having too much 'meat'? I tied this one up myself." She wasn't lying about tying it herself. Although her tone was displeased, she immediately bent down to unzip the suitcase. Her slender legs, clad in semi-transparent fishnet stockings, were stretched straight due to the high heels. As she bent down, her ultra-short gauze skirt barely covered anything, revealing her blue panties underneath. The two men behind Zhang Xinzhe's eyes lit up. One of the men pressed down his already engorged member, rubbed his hands, and ran over with a lewd expression to inspect the goods. He even flatteringly said, "How could that be? Since Sister Zhou tied it herself, this 'meat' must be top-quality." "Zzzzzip" As the suitcase was opened, a sexy short-haired beauty was seen curled up inside. Saliva continuously dripped from the gag, soaking the bottom of the suitcase. Her head, covered by a white cloth, was facing upwards, greedily breathing in the fresh air. Her rapid breathing caused her deformed breasts to heave up and down. The sweat in the suitcase emitted a sour and pungent odor. "Mmm, prime 'meat'. Sister Zhou's work is always impressive," the man said, admiring the 'meat' and giving a thumbs-up. "Mmm~~ Mmm~ Who's 'meat'!" Wang Yuluan heard the conversation outside and instinctively cursed angrily, but her words turned into muffled sounds as soon as they reached her lips. Zhang Xinzhe looked at Wang Yuluan wriggling slightly in the suitcase and urged the two men, "This 'meat' probably won't last much longer. If it's crippled, it won't be worth much. You've seen the goods, now take me to make the delivery." "How much this 'meat' costs is up to our boss. We'll do it the old way." Although she didn't know what the "old way" the man was referring to was, she pretended to agree. One of the men took out a toolbox filled with white cotton ropes. "Sister Zhou, please don't be offended." Before Zhang Xinzhe could reply, he looped a cotton rope around her neck. Then, the two men, one on each side, guided the rope from her neck down her arms, wrapping it around her wrists and tightening it. They tied her hands behind her back with five or six loops around her wrists. The excess rope was passed up through the loop around her neck. One man grabbed Zhang Xinzhe's elbows and lifted them upwards, while the other pulled the rope downwards. Zhang Xinzhe's hands behind her back were almost lifted to her neck, and the rope around her neck tightened considerably. The sudden tightening of the rope caused Zhang Xinzhe to cough twice. She said coquettishly, "Excuse me, two young men, do you have to tie it so tight? You're choking me, I can barely breathe." She realized that their "old way" meant being tied up, which would prevent her from sending a signal later. She wondered if Pan Jie could still recognize her. "Sister Zhou, you know, we at Aotoxin are always cautious. This is our boss's rule, and it's a precaution." The attacker seemed prepared, dropping to the ground just in time to evade Wang Yuluan's counter-kick. The person then extended their hands from the ground, grabbing her standing leg. With a startled cry, Wang Yuluan, in her high-heeled boots, lost her balance and fell forward. The burly man seized the opportunity, wrapping his arms around her legs and pinning them tightly under his armpits. Wang Yuluan struggled to sit up, but was immediately grabbed by the shoulders and pressed to the ground by the two individuals she had kicked in the jaw. Another man sat directly on her lower abdomen, his feet clamping down on her slender waist. "Let go of me, you bastards!" Wang Yuluan twisted her body left and right, but couldn't free herself. Her shoulders were pinned, preventing her from rising. Her straight legs, clad in high-heeled boots, were held fast, only able to weakly flex and extend. After struggling for a while, she grew tired and could only lie on the ground, letting the men press down on her. They continued to control her, their hands roaming over her body. "What are you idiots waiting for? Hurry up and tie her down! Do I have to teach you everything? You're all useless!" Scolded, the men lost their desire to grope. The one sitting on Wang Yuluan ripped away the tattered cloth binding her waist and shoved it towards her pink lips. Though Wang Yuluan was too exhausted to move, she stubbornly shook her head, refusing to let the rag enter her mouth. The two men beside her couldn't stand it. They held her head from either side, while the man on top pinched her cheeks, preventing her from closing her mouth. The rag was finally forced in. Since they had chosen the longest piece of cloth for her waist, it wouldn't fit entirely into her mouth. Her mouth was stretched wide, with a portion hanging out. Someone from the onlookers, with surprising foresight, handed over a roll of strong tape. They forcefully wrapped it around her mouth, tightening it with each turn, then smoothing it down to seal the protruding rag within the tape. They then tore off three strips of tape, applying them from her chin to her cheeks, and used three more loops to secure them. Finally, they placed a leather hood over her head, leaving only her nostrils for breathing. "Mmph... these bastards, my mouth is stuffed so uncomfortably, my jaw feels like it's going to split. The tape outside is so tight, it's crushing my face. And this damn hood, I can't see anything, and I can't even rub off the tape on my mouth. When I get free, I'm going to kick their balls off!" Wang Yuluan's muffled groans were barely audible under the tight restraints. But these men wouldn't give Wang Yuluan another chance to escape. First, they flipped her over onto her stomach. Her high-heeled boots were removed, revealing her soft, shapely feet, which were then played with in their hands. Wang Yuluan was filled with rage but helplessness. Next, three or four men grabbed her legs, binding them together with rope. Four loops at the ankles, three below the calves, three above the calves, three below the knees, four above the knees, four around the thighs, and four at the crotch. Each section was tightened and secured with rope. Even her big toes were tied together with a thin cord, ensuring her legs couldn't be separated even by a millimeter, nor could she rub them free. But they weren't satisfied. They brought out a single-leg restraint, encasing her long, shapely leg, which now bore the marks of the binding. The restraint extended to just below her buttocks. They pulled the drawstring as tight as possible, tucking the excess rope inside. Four additional straps were used to cinch the restraint even tighter. "My legs are bound so tightly, I can't spread them. This restraint prevents me from even bending my knees. If this continues, I might not be able to break free," Wang Yuluan tried to lift her legs, but found it impossible under the tight bindings. Yet, the nightmare was far from over. Wang Yuluan was then lifted and dressed in a black silk bodice that exposed her chest. It was tied tightly at the back, cinching her 23-inch waist to a mere 15 inches and pushing her breasts high. The sudden constriction around her waist made her breath short, forcing her to take shallow breaths through her nose. Any strenuous activity or struggle would lead to oxygen deprivation. Wang Yuluan struggled with her waist, but to an observer, her movements were so restricted that they appeared as mere slight wiggles, doing nothing to change her predicament. Within a minute, she felt dizzy and lightheaded, realizing it was due to lack of oxygen. She stopped struggling and allowed them to do as they pleased. Finally, they produced more strong tape. Her hands, tightly bound behind her back, were balled into fists and wrapped. Two straps were then used to bind her breasts, one above and one below, cinching them tightly to her sides. This left Wang Yuluan's upper body almost completely immobile, except for her taped hands, which could move slightly, and her large breasts, which could jiggle slightly beneath her pajamas. However, as if venting their anger from being beaten by Wang Yuluan earlier, the men took out more strong tape and sealed the two straps tightly from below. Wang Yuluan now stood there, propped up like a sausage, utterly unable to move. Pan Ying witnessed the entire ordeal, watching with resentment as she was bound like a human pretzel. Sensing the discomfort of the woman in his arms, Brother Jie said to the group, "Take her to the pit in Room 2. Leave two people to help me tie up this woman too." Wang Yuluan was half-dragged, half-carried by two men to Room 2. "Hmph, you were so arrogant before, threatening to beat us up. Now you're just lying there, at our mercy. What's wrong, can't you resist? Hahaha!" one of them slapped Wang Yuluan's pert buttocks hard. "Stop wasting time with her. Throw her into the pit for two days and see if she still has any fight left." Wang Yuluan was led into the room and brought before a cylindrical pit, 40 centimeters in diameter and 2 meters deep. Two men lifted her and tossed her into the pit, where she landed snugly. Wang Yuluan thought they were going to get rid of her when she fell, but later found that the pit wasn't deep and the opening was small. She basically slid down slowly, which made her sigh with relief. She felt the pedal beneath her feet moving, and her body grinding against the pit walls as she slowly ascended, until her entire head emerged from the deep pit. Then, the two people outside closed the two steel plates covering the pit opening and locked it from the outside, leaving Wang Yuluan's head exposed outside the deep pit, while no part of her body inside the pit could get out. As the curses of the two people faded into the distance, followed by the sound of a door closing, Wang Yuluan knew she was alone. "Damn it, I'm bound so tightly I can't struggle at all. Plus, this narrow pit means I can only stand here straight. Even if I could break free, what good would it do? My hands can't reach to unlock the small lock, so I'm still stuck in this pit. Woo... I can't escape, someone save me..." In the silent room, only faint whimpers could be heard from time to time. For Wang Yuluan, time had lost all meaning. After an unknown period, the room door was opened again, and several people dragged in a woman who was whimpering. "Hang her on the inverted L-rack," Brother Jie said to the men before squatting down in front of Wang Yuluan and taunting her. "Pretty comfortable in that pit, huh? I was afraid you'd be lonely by yourself, so I brought your companion to keep you company, haha." "Wuwu! Hmph!" Wang Yuluan regretted not listening to Sister Pan. If she had escaped, she could have warned others and they wouldn't all be restrained here now. She wondered how Sister Zhang was doing. Meanwhile, Pan Ying, though not as tightly bound as Wang Yuluan, had her legs crisscrossed with numerous ropes that dug deeply into her flesh. Her hands were bound straight behind her back, her wrists, arms, and elbows tightly cinched with ropes, with no gaps between them. Each section of rope was connected by a short length of cord to ensure it wouldn't loosen. The ropes on her elbows were threaded through her shoulders for added fixation, and her hands, like Wang Yuluan's, were tightly wrapped in tape. Pan Ying's soft pink mouth was also gagged with a ball gag, tied securely behind her head, leaving her only able to emit muffled whimpers. They placed a black collar on Pan Ying, a thin rope tethering her neck, forcing her to bend her head down at a ninety-degree angle, the other end attached to the floor. Ropes were connected to her wrists and pulled upwards, raising her arms continuously until her joints reached their limit, at which point they were secured to the ceiling. Thus, Pan Ying was fixed in an inverted L-shape, her arms pulled high, her fingertips positioned well above her shoulders. Her upper body was forced into an acute downward angle with the ground. Her legs were held tightly together, her tiptoes in high heels barely touching the ground, her only support. If she lost this point of contact, the tension from all sides would tear her apart in agony. Now, Pan Ying could only move her head slightly. However, this last bit of freedom was soon to be taken away. Her black hair was braided into pigtails, with the ends of ropes tied to the roots and tips, and then secured to the ceiling. With the collar around her neck and her hair also fixed, Pan Ying could only lift her head slightly, looking straight ahead. As a prank, the group hung a pair of scissors from a thin rope in front of her head. "Wuwu!!!" Pan Ying's eyes widened, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She understood this was meant to humiliate her, but she couldn't help but look at this sole glimmer of hope. Unfortunately, even if she could reach it, what good would it do? Her hands, tightly bound with tape, were useless for operating scissors. Pan Ying shed tears of humiliation. In the deep pit, Wang Yuluan's body was pressed tightly against the pit wall, unable to move much. Her entire body had become numb from lack of movement. Her feet could barely reach the bottom. If she wanted to ease the strain on her neck, she had to stand on her tiptoes. Wang Yuluan alternated between resting on her tiptoes and letting her neck relax, but as time passed, she, already breathing rapidly, no longer had the energy to stand on her tiptoes. "Wuwu... so tired, so numb, I want to sleep, I can't hold on..." Wang Yuluan drifted into a daze, standing in the deep pit. But Pan Ying, beside her, was not so comfortable. The ropes all over her body forced her to maintain the inverted L-position. From a distance, her faint struggles were invisible. Her slender legs, bound tightly together, trembled under her full weight. Her feet, in high heels, were forced onto tiptoes, daring not to move an inch. Her highly raised arms, while taking some of her weight, also caused unbearable pain and quickly lost all sensation. Her gagged mouth couldn't swallow her saliva, and over time, the accumulated saliva dripped slowly onto the ground, mixed with sweat, along the sides of the gag. "Wuwu~~ Hmph~~~ I'm bound so tightly all over, my arms are numb, my toes are almost numb, I'm sweating so much, wuwu... my saliva won't stop. If this continues, I'll dehydrate soon, hmm... I can't muster any strength, I can't break free. How much longer will I be hung here? Someone, please let me down... I can't hold on anymore... Someone save us..." After an unknown amount of time, the exhausted Pan Ying, at some point, fell asleep in this position. The only sound in the room was the occasional "drip, drip." The scene shifted to another room. Zhang Xinzhe had already been tormented by the wooden stocks for three hours. Her legs were numb from tension, her tiptoes unable to move. The heels of her long high-heeled shoes trembled violently, and her eyes and cheeks were streaked with tears and sweat. Finally, exhausted, Zhang Xinzhe could no longer control her beautiful feet. She forcefully stomped the spring-loaded lifting board to the bottom with her heels, and four metal plates sprang out simultaneously. "Wuwu!! Mmm mmm mmm..." A voltage of 20 volts stimulated her body. Zhang Xinzhe instinctively tried to move her neck to avoid the metal plates, but no matter which way she turned, a metal plate pressed against her neck. Zhang Xinzhe tried desperately to lift her heels, but her bound legs refused to obey. She managed to lift them only a centimeter before she couldn't go any higher and they fell back down. As time passed, the continuous current caused Zhang Xinzhe to convulse repeatedly. Her muscles tensed, and she moaned in pain. Her weak struggles couldn't change her predicament at all. Finally, a warm fluid flowed from her underwear, slowly trickling down her inner thighs. She had lost control of her bladder. Hao Ge slowly walked to the wooden board, turned off the power to the iron plate, and opened the wooden stocks. Zhang Xinzhe immediately went limp, her body falling straight to the ground. Fortunately, Hao Ge was right there and caught Zhang Xinzhe's boneless body. A faint smell of urine wafted from beneath her skirt. "So slutty! I should have let you fall to the ground. Looks like I need to clean you up first." Hao Ge, with a look of disgust, carried Zhang Xinzhe to the bathroom like a chicken. The ropes on Zhang Xinzhe, suspended in the air, tightened even more. But her ashen face seemed to feel no pain as Hao Ge dragged her along. Soon, all restraints on Zhang Xinzhe's lower body were removed, and they were tossed to the ground along with her pantyhose. Her high heels were forcibly ripped off, and Hao Ge carried her in a bridal style into the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, Zhang Xinzhe, whose eyes were already vacant, became even more lifeless. Her lower body was clean, but her cheeks were flushed, and there were more tears than when she went in (thirty minutes to clean up is a bit long, hehehe). Hao Ge threw Zhang Xinzhe onto the sofa and put on a black chastity belt, with two vibrators stuffed inside. Zhang Xinzhe's legs, regaining freedom, struggled in humiliation, but after so much torment, she had no strength left. It wasn't long before Hao Ge had her lower body arranged. Over the black chastity belt, he put on a pair of loose pajama pants. The items removed from her legs were put back onto her slender legs exactly as they were, except for her panties and high heels, which remained on the floor. "Look at that face, all messed up. Let me wash it for you again." Hao Ge brought a basin of hot water and removed the gag from Zhang Xinzhe's mouth. "Bastard! You actually... Ugh... Mmm..." Before Zhang Xinzhe could finish speaking, Hao Ge began wiping her face with a towel, his rough movements almost scraping off a layer of skin. After wiping her face, Hao Ge sat on the sofa and placed Zhang Xinzhe's head on his lap, admiring her face, which had turned red with shame and anger. Her eyes glared at him, and she cursed him incessantly. "So, were these three hours enjoyable? Are you ready to confess now?" "No!" Zhang Xinzhe thought of all the things this guy had done to her, and her rage turned into this single word. Her chest heaved with anger, and her whole body struggled restlessly. "Not had enough? Then let's try something else. Don't worry, the toys here are absolutely safe, and they won't kill you. After all, I plan to sell you once I'm done playing, hehe." Before Zhang Xinzhe could curse him, Hao Ge shoved a leather gag into her mouth, then fastened the buckle behind her head. The protruding metal tube inside the gag pressed against her fair teeth, forcing her mouth wide open. Zhang Xinzhe tried to push the gag open with her tongue, but she couldn't reach it. Even if she could, her soft tongue was no match for the tightly fastened gag. "Mmm! Ah! Gulp..." Zhang Xinzhe let out a muffled groan of discomfort, but the sound was barely audible. Damn it, her mouth felt so uncomfortable, and she couldn't swallow her saliva. Hao Ge lifted Zhang Xinzhe and carried her over his shoulder to Restraint Room No. 1. He placed Zhang Xinzhe face up in a wooden box resembling a coffin. The only difference from a coffin was a small hole at the head, through which her head could protrude. The inner walls of the wooden box were lined with a layer of gel film, shaped to fit a human body. Zhang Xinzhe's body fit snugly inside. Hao Ge closed the lid of the coffin-like box and locked it. Zhang Xinzhe's head was locked outside the wooden box. The tight inner walls squeezed her immobile. Combined with her existing restraints, Zhang Xinzhe could only lie there quietly. But the restraint wasn't over. Hao Ge pressed a button nearby, and Zhang Xinzhe felt the gel film enveloping her slowly tighten against her body. Before long, the gel film fused with her body, leaving no space between them. "Mmm... Mmm..." Zhang Xinzhe felt the changes in the wooden box and struggled restlessly. But with layers of restraint, she could only writhe weakly inside the box. To an outsider, she appeared to be lying there peacefully. Hao Ge walked up to Zhang Xinzhe, grabbed her face with the gag, forcing her to look at him, and admired her exquisite beauty. "Last chance, are you going to talk?" "Mmm!" Zhang Xinzhe tried to escape Hao Ge's grasp, but no matter how she shook her head, she couldn't break free. She could only glare at him with angry eyes and let out a roar. "Hmph! You forget the pain once the wound heals. I'll leave you here for a longer time this round. Enjoy yourself." With that, Hao Ge pressed a button on the remote control in his hand. Suddenly, the two vibrators inside Zhang Xinzhe's chastity belt began to buzz, causing her to writhe uncontrollably, her body pressing against the gel film, but it did nothing to alleviate her discomfort. The intense stimulation made her groan continuously. After doing all this, Hao Ge hung the keys and remote control in front of Zhang Xinzhe, just out of her reach, and left. A moment later, Hao Ge returned, holding a pair of panties and a pair of stockings. Zhang Xinzhe watched Hao Ge approach her, holding something in his hands. "Huh? These are my panties and stockings. What does he want to do?" Before she could think further, she was interrupted by the stimulation from the two vibrators. Hao Ge came to Zhang Xinzhe, opened the cover of her gag, first stuffed her panties inside, and then squeezed the stockings in bit by bit. The panties and stockings filled her mouth, pressing her tongue down so tightly that she couldn't move it at all. Finally, Hao Ge closed the cover again and wrapped two layers of tape around it to prevent it from coming off. Zhang Xinzhe's mouth was filled with a foul odor. She shook her head desperately, trying to spit out the contents of her mouth. But with her limited head movement, she couldn't shake off the sealed gag cover. She was forced to continuously taste her own dirty belongings. Sawako's pupils dilated sharply as she realized this. A chill ran down her spine. She had forgotten she was no longer Zhang Huanxi. This meant the three former subordinates before her had no idea who she was now, and she couldn't speak to explain. This was what made Sawako most helpless. After the solid gag was secured, Sawako felt no magic. She then realized they had used a magic-sealing ball to gag her mouth, plunging the helpless Sawako into despair. If it were a normal gag, she could have recovered her strength and possessed one of them when they were alone, freed herself, and then killed the other two unsuspecting men. But now, her abilities were useless, leaving her at their mercy. Brother Hao had managed to get his hands on a magic-sealing ball, but he hadn't had time to find a power-nullifying circle. So, for Sawako, the three men resorted to their old trade: bondage. Brother Jie and Brother Ying twisted Sawako's limp, weak hands behind her back. Her upper body was tightly bound across her chest with ropes, forcing her breasts high. Her hands were hoisted behind her, her fingers wrapped in white cloth and tied securely at the wrists with rope. Then, her slender legs, clad in stockings, were bound together. Brother Hao yanked down the panties beneath Sawako's dress and crumpled them. He temporarily removed the magic-sealing ball from her mouth. Before Sawako could utter a word, Brother Hao grabbed her chin and shoved her own panties into her mouth. Though small, the panties filled her mouth completely, pressing her tender tongue down so she couldn't move. With the solid magic-sealing ball back in her mouth, the panties were squeezed even tighter. "Mmph... Nn..." These panties hadn't been changed in three days. The smell, I'm sure you can all imagine. Sawako endured the stench emanating from her own mouth, her beautiful eyes tightly shut, shaking her head violently. But to them, it looked no different from her usual head-shaking denial. The three men then used ropes to further secure Sawako's joints, ensuring the ropes couldn't be loosened. Brother "Mr. Chen is truly a man of vision. I am in awe," the subordinate said. "If there's nothing else, you may go. Tonight, have your men on high alert. No matter what vermin dare to enter, not a single rat should escape," Mr. Chen commanded. "Yes, Mr. Chen. I'll go prepare immediately." After the man respectfully withdrew, Mr. Chen, seated on the sofa, sipped his red wine and puffed on a cigar, admiring the beauty before him. This beauty was none other than Pan Ying, who had just been brought in. Pan Ying was stripped down to only a white bra and black panties. A red ball gag was in her mouth, seemingly stuffed with more inside. Her hands were twisted behind her back and bound tightly together. Even her ten fingers were tied in pairs with rope, each knot leading to a hoist ring above her head. This forced her arms to remain parallel to the ground, and it was unclear how long she had been in this position. Her entire arms had turned purple from lack of circulation. Her body was densely wrapped in ropes. Several ropes constricted her chest, making her breasts bulge roundly. A rope was even tied between her legs, digging tightly into her [censored]. Her legs were folded, with ropes binding her knees and calves together, pressing her thighs and lower legs tightly against each other. Her ankles were also bound together with a large loop of rope, which was then connected to ropes extending from her knees and tied to her waist. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and attached to the rope knot at her elbows, forcing her head to remain tilted upwards, looking forward. A red collar adorned her neck, with a long dog leash trailing on the ground, a sight that evoked intense shame. Pan Ying could only tilt her head back, gazing forward, her hands hoisted high behind her, forcing her ample breasts to protrude. Her legs, however, were confined to the ground, allowing her only the slightest sway of her delicate body. "Mmm… this position is so uncomfortable. My legs can't move at all, my arms ache, my shoulders hurt, and my waist is so sore. This pervert… as soon as he unloaded me from the box, he restrained me here. He didn't even give me a moment to rest. How much longer will this torment last…?" Mr. Chen took a sip of wine, his fingers clutching a cigar holder as he lumbered behind Pan Ying. Unable to turn her head, Pan Ying had no idea what the obese man intended, her heart filled with dread. Then, she felt her arms being forcibly pulled upwards by the ropes, not stopping even when her arm joints reached their limit. The pain from the ropes binding her forearms, exacerbated by the upward pull, compelled her to spread her bound legs apart. She used her clumsy toes to support her body, while lowering her head to raise her arms. Only when Pan Ying's entire body was stretched to its absolute limit did Mr. Chen cease raising the hoist. He then re-tightened the now-loose knots on her arms, securing them to the hoist ring. Finally, he took another rope and connected her head to her ankles, pulling it taut. Mr. Chen admired his handiwork. Pan Ying could only lower her head, staring at his slippers, a wave of humiliation washing over her. She began to struggle with all her might. Unfortunately, tightly bound by the ropes, her struggles were no different from her earlier movements. Instead, it only caused intense pain throughout her body, bringing tears of pain and shame to her eyes once more. Mr. Chen crouched down, indifferent to whether Pan Ying could see him. He spoke to her head, "Little slut, you rest here for a while. I'm going to see what little mouse dares to trespass on my territory." "This isn't rest at all. My toes are so sore. Let me sit down, I can't take it anymore…." Pan Ying screamed internally. After speaking, Mr. Chen abruptly pressed the cigar against her chest. The unexpected searing pain stimulated Pan Ying into a more violent struggle. However, in Mr. Chen's eyes, it was merely a slightly larger degree of writhing. "Mmmph… mmmph… Get it off! It's so hot!!!" Mr. Chen used her breast as an ashtray, rotating the burning tip back and forth until it extinguished. Each rotation from Mr. Chen elicited a muffled, pig-like cry from Pan Ying. Exhausted, she could only slump her head, hanging motionlessly from the ropes, her face streaked with tears and snot. Mr. Chen tossed the extinguished cigar butt on the ground and walked out. A deep red mark remained on Pan Ying's chest. "Sister Rong… save me…." Mr. Chen left the room, but instead of going directly to the surveillance room, he first went to his bedroom. In the center of the bedroom, a woman was tied to a pillar. This woman was Pan Ying's 'gift,' Wang Yuluan. Wang Yuluan was wearing a pair of red high heels and black seamed stockings. The hem of her ultra-short black leather skirt was lifted, revealing white panties underneath. She wore a white shirt, the top two buttons undone, exposing a red bra. Her left leg stood pressed against the pillar, her ankle bound five times, her knee six times, her thigh three times, and even her upper thigh was bound three times. The ropes between her leg and the pillar were tightened, securing her left leg firmly against it, rendering it immobile. Her right leg, however, was raised above her head. Her right ankle, clad in a high heel, was wrapped five to six times with rope, connected to the heel and then to an iron ring above the pillar, binding her securely. This forced her legs into a standing split. Her right upper thigh was bound with four loops of rope, connected to her waist. Her thigh was also bound with four loops, connected to her chest. The four loops at her knee were connected to her shoulders. Four loops around her calf were tied tightly against the pillar. A rope was cinched tightly between her legs, over her panties, and secured to her waist. Her chest and arms were entangled with ropes, constricting her breasts into round, prominent mounds. Her left forearm was twisted behind the pillar, her wrist bound with over a dozen loops of rope, pulled up and securely fastened to an iron ring above the pillar. Her right hand, however, was bound together with her right foot. The sturdy ropes on her arm prevented her right hand, right foot, and torso from separating. A red ball gag, stuffed with more material, was also in her mouth. Murong Qing watched as Sawako approached her, holding five sets of metal collars, and vaguely knew what she intended. Her entire body tensed, trying to escape Chie's control, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't move at all, standing rooted to the spot like a statue, her small face flushed red from the effort. "Don't waste your energy. With my current magic, I can control two elephants simultaneously for a day and a night. You, who are as weak as a chicken, can't move a single finger unless I release you. You could strain yourself to the point of shitting yourself and still achieve nothing," Chie said. Murong Qing was surprised that the seemingly delicate Chie spoke so crudely. Of course, she wouldn't give up just because of a few words, but she didn't understand what "magic" she was referring to. While Murong Qing was still trying to break free, Sawako had already come up behind her and fastened the five sets of collars around her neck, wrists, and ankles. The collar around her neck was slightly larger, with a small lock on the clasp and two semi-circular iron rings welded to the front and back. The collars on her limbs were a bit smaller, also with a small lock on the clasp, but only one semi-circular iron ring welded to the front and back. Sawako closed the five sets of collars and locked them with the small locks. The collars seemed to have a life of their own; as soon as the locks were secured, they slowly began to shrink and tighten. This terrified Murong Qing. She felt the changes in the five collars with dread, not daring to even take a deep breath. Just as Murong Qing felt she was about to be choked by the collars, they stopped changing. Murong Qing was amazed. Although the five collars were pressed tightly against her skin, there was no sense of pressure. She could even swallow without any obstruction. Seeing Murong Qing's confusion, Chie explained, "These metal collars are made of a special material. They will cling to your skin. If you don't pull on them forcefully, they will become very soft and elastic. But if you try to pull them, they will become incredibly hard, just like when external force is applied. So, I advise you not to struggle later. The harder you try, the harder they will become, and the more pain you will feel." Before Murong Qing could ask about their origins, a solid metal ball gag was shoved into her mouth, stretching her small mouth wide open. "Mmmph... Mmm?" Murong Qing didn't understand why her mouth had to be gagged. She turned her head, trying to shake off the gag, but the movement pulled on the collar around her neck, causing it to suddenly harden and constrict her neck painfully. Not only swallowing but even breathing became difficult. Panicked, Murong Qing immediately stopped turning her head, and the collar slowly softened. Murong Qing cried out in her heart, "What the hell is this thing? It's just as she said. If these collars, clinging so tightly to my skin, become hard, the consequences would be unimaginable. I'd better not struggle for now, or I'll really be done for. I'll wait until she releases her control over me, then I'll look for an opportunity to escape." Seeing that Murong Qing had become a little more compliant, Chie moved a finger and pointed at her. Murong Qing's tensed left arm suddenly loosened from its rigid state, but only her left arm could move. Murong Qing thought that being able to move one arm was enough. She quickly took out the hidden weapon from her blue leather glove and, as usual, skillfully flicked it out with her fingers. However, the sensation this time felt different from usual. As expected, the weapon fell to the ground less than two meters after being launched. "Huh?" Murong Qing stared at the weapon on the ground in confusion, dumbfounded. Her arm remained suspended in the air in the launching posture. At this moment, Sawako, who was behind her, grabbed her arm and forcefully twisted it behind her back. Murong Qing, in pain and regaining some clarity, still refused to submit and struggled with her arm twisted high behind her back. She completely disregarded the pain from the collar on her wrist, which stiffened and squeezed her as she forcefully moved her arm. However, with only one arm, she couldn't break free from Sawako's two small hands. Moreover, she had to endure the pain in her wrist. Several times, she used brute force to pull her arm towards her waist, but her strength waned, and Sawako twisted her arm back towards her neck, even higher than before. This repeated for several minutes. Murong Qing's wrist was red from the pressure of the hardened collar and could no longer twist. Her arm, which she had strained with all her might, was still twisted behind her neck by Sawako. Murong Qing's nose was breathing rapidly from the struggle, her face was flushed red and covered in beads of sweat. Proud as she was, she had never been so humiliated, and her eyes were already moist. "Little sister, still not giving up? The thing in your mouth is a demon-sealing ball. With it on, your powers cannot be used. And those five sets of collars are power-restricting circles, designed to prevent you from exerting force," Sawako said. Feeling that the arm in her hand had stopped resisting, Sawako held Murong Qing's arm with one hand and took out a 10-centimeter-long iron chain with the other. It was made of 10 interconnected iron rings, with a small lock at each end that could be attached to different rings to adjust the chain's length. Sawako first locked one end of the chain to the semi-circular ring on Murong Qing's wrist collar. Then, she slowly pulled the other end of the chain until only six iron rings remained in the middle, as a punishment for her earlier fierce struggle. Murong Qing's wrist was pulled up high. Her wrist collar, which had just begun to soften, hardened again due to the pull of the extremely short chain. "Ugh..." Murong Qing felt the change in her wrist and tilted her head back as far as possible. While this made her wrist feel a little more comfortable, she still couldn't avoid pulling on the chain. In the slowly hardening collar, Murong Qing finally couldn't help but shed tears. "Forget it, Sawako. I don't think this woman has much resilience. Let's just use the 10-centimeter chain. Don't let her get killed by the bumps in the car later," Chie said. Hearing Chie's words, Sawako loosened the chain and locked the other end to the semi-circular ring on the neck collar. With enough length, Murong Qing's wrist was no longer forcibly pulled by the chain. However, she still had to lift her arm with effort to make her wrist collar completely soft. After Murong Qing's left hand was secured, her right hand was also secured to the right semi-circular ring with the same iron chain. This time, Murong Qing didn't struggle at all, because she knew she was now like meat on a chopping block. No matter how hard she tried to resist, nothing would change. She would only suffer pain from struggling, so it was better to save her strength and wait for an opportunity. But would she really have a chance? After Murong Qing's hands were secured, Chie finally released her control. Although she was now free to move, her arms were held high behind her back. She had to arch her chest to relieve the pulling sensation from the chains. Now, her prominent breasts would rise and fall significantly with even the slightest breath, let alone running. Murong Qing had originally intended to deal with some minor opponents, so she hadn't changed out of her sexy attire. Wearing 8-centimeter high heels, running for her would be no different from walking briskly. What was even more dire was that there was someone who could immobilize her. The chance of her escaping successfully was almost zero. Lin Xixi listened to Zhang Huanxi's boastful narration, processing the flood of information for a long time before she could fully comprehend it. "So Zhang Huanxi has been controlled by **[them]** all along. Then that fake Mo Zirong just now must have been Zhang Xinzhe in disguise. And Sun Xia and Murong Qing, who went to X City for the rescue, were they captured too? How are **[they]** so well-informed? **[They]** knew Zhao Fan was a Blood Demon body all along, yet didn't imprison him. So that was to lure us into a trap. It seems **[they]** had it all planned out. Sister Rong, you're our only hope now. Don't get caught, at least hold out until the Witch Gathering Day." As Lin Xixi's thoughts raced, she was abruptly interrupted by a pungent odor. "Mmph... what is this... sleeping gas! Damn it, I can't escape, my consciousness... is fading..." Although caught off guard and already succumbing to the drug, Zhang Huanxi still cautiously held the cloth over Lin Xixi's face for another two minutes. Once Lin Xixi had completely gone limp, Zhang Huanxi unbound her and stripped her of her alluring clothes, not even leaving her underwear. Zhang Huanxi slowly began to put a one-piece restraint suit on Lin Xixi. The leg sections were made extremely tight, constricting Lin Xixi's thighs, which were already inside the suit, by several inches. The muscles of her legs pressed firmly against the suit, accentuating their fullness. The suit then pulled up to encase her fair, rounded buttocks, cinching her waist down to a mere 20 inches, a feat Zhang Huanxi had to exert considerable effort to achieve. Further up, the suit attempted to contain her ample **[manual slide]**. The confined space of the suit couldn't fully accommodate her **[manual slide]**. Fortunately, the suit's closure was at the back. Zhang Huanxi had to squeeze and shove her breasts, using all her might, to slowly zip it up all the way to the back of her head. This explained why Lin Xixi had been completely stripped earlier; with a bra, the suit likely wouldn't have fit. Finally, the restraint suit enveloped Lin Xixi's neck, this being the loosest part of the entire garment. Lin Xixi's hands were, as expected, already secured within the restraint suit. They were then brought around her abdomen to support her **[manual slide]**. Two straps attached to the suit's sleeves were pulled to the back, then folded forward to her abdomen, wrapped around several times, and finally locked at the back. After fitting Lin Xixi into the one-piece restraint suit, Zhang Huanxi replaced the metal gag in her mouth with a metal horse bit connected to an eye mask, similar to the one Liu Mengyi was wearing. Then, she carried Lin Xixi to a metal restraint device. This apparatus was constructed from a solid metal buck, its apex forming a 60-degree opening. The person seated on it would have their legs forced apart. The base was welded to the floor at four points, and combined with the sheer weight of the metal horse, it was impossible to move, no matter how much the occupant struggled. The sides of the metal horse were embedded with rings, clearly intended for securing the legs. A metal rod was inserted into the ground at both the front and rear of the buck, with the metal horse snugly fitted between them, the distance precisely calculated. The front rod had several rings, while the rear rod had another rod welded vertically, suspended above the metal horse, also equipped with rings. Zhang Huanxi first positioned Lin Xixi onto the metal horse, seating her so her legs were spread and pressed against the side panels. Then, Zhang Huanxi clamped Lin Xixi's breasts onto the apex of the buck, forcing her into a prone position. Next, Zhang Huanxi folded her thighs and calves together, using three restraint straps that passed through pre-made loops on the suit's leg section to tightly bind her legs together. The straps visibly dug into Lin Xixi's soft muscles, creating distinct bulges. The buckles of the straps were secured with small locks. Finally, Zhang Huanxi fastened her feet with two metal cuffs, connecting them to the rings on the buck's panels. Her folded legs were also secured with several straps, each with rings at both ends, threaded through the gaps between her thighs and calves, and locked to the panel's rings. With Lin Xixi's legs secured, Zhang Huanxi helped her sit up. The unconscious Lin Xixi stirred uncomfortably, furrowing her brow and letting out a few whimpers. Zhang Huanxi then fastened two longer restraint straps around the upper and lower parts of her breasts. She used four shorter straps to bind her hands together. A specially designed restraint collar was then placed around her neck, with a strap attached to the front. Zhang Huanxi pulled this strap between Lin Xixi's **[manual slide]**, threading it under the straps on her chest. After securing her hands, the strap split into two, running under her armpits back to the sides of the collar. The two straps around her chest were tightened by these collar straps from the armpit area, firmly immobilizing Lin Xixi's arms in front of her. The buckles of all these straps were fitted with small locks, leaving her no chance of escape. The front of her neck collar was connected by a chain to the front rod, and the rear was similarly secured. The small locks on the straps binding her arms to her abdomen were also chained to the rear rod. At this point, Lin Xixi was securely fastened to the metal buck, unable to escape. The restraints, however, did not end there. Zhang Huanxi pressed a groove on the rear of the metal rocking horse, and a row of green gilded runes lit up along the bottom edge of the horse. Subsequently, green runes, identical to those on the bottom, illuminated the restraint straps on Lin Xixi's legs, her ankle cuffs, the straps on her arms, her restraint collar, and the small locks. These green gilded runes were the innate source power of the Creation Witch, An Qi: Metal Creation Technique. Even the demon-sealing sphere was the same. These items would absorb surrounding demonic energy without remainder, transforming it into energy necessary for the witch's survival. This energy would be absorbed by the witch through the gag. A witch bound by the demon-sealing sphere would not die even if she didn't eat or drink for a lifetime; only her muscles would atrophy. The gilded runes also served another purpose: to enhance durability. The straps currently binding Lin Xixi tightly would be impossible to tear even with a ton of force. Zhang Huanxi looked at Lin Xixi, securely bound to the metal rocking horse. After confirming that she was completely secured with no detail missed, he left the secret chamber. After an unknown period, Lin Xixi slowly awoke from her slumber. While still groggy, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower body, causing her to shiver uncontrollably and instantly become fully awake. "Mmm? Down... it hurts so much, ungh..." Lin Xixi felt a tearing pain between her legs and instinctively tried to clamp them together. However, she felt her legs being pushed apart by two metal plates, making it impossible to bring them even slightly closer. In her panic, Lin Xixi's mind raced, trying to understand her current predicament. "I've seen this thing between my legs online before. It looks like a rocking horse, but this one is made of metal, and it's hurting me so badly. I can't take it anymore. I need to get off this thing." Lin Xixi swayed her body from side to side, attempting to roll off the rocking horse. After a few moments of struggling, she discovered that besides a chain in the front connecting to her collar, there was also a chain at her back, also attached to her collar. Both chains were very short, allowing Lin Xixi only about 30 degrees of movement to either side before being pulled taut, preventing further motion. As she moved her body, she also felt her legs folded up and bound by several straps from multiple directions. Even without the chains on her collar, it would have been impossible for her to lift either leg to roll off the rocking horse. "Ugh... damn it, I can't get off. How did I end up wearing this?" After several failed attempts, Lin Xixi finally abandoned the plan to roll off the rocking horse. She began to twist her torso forcefully, trying to free her hands. She felt as though she was tightly encased in a full-body restraint suit. She first tried to struggle with her forearms, only to find them bound together by several straps, no matter how much strength she exerted, she couldn't separate them even a millimeter. She then attempted to raise her arms, but discovered her upper arms were held by a strap, allowing only a slight movement. This tiny gap was nowhere near enough to free her hands. Next, she tried to push her arms outward, but two straps across her chest held them tightly, preventing any outward movement. Not only that, but two straps from her collar passed under her armpits, tightening the chest straps even further. Her arms were pressed tightly against her sides, and any attempt to move her arms required moving her entire torso. Finally, she twisted her body with all her might, hoping to loosen the straps, but this only resulted in the small locks all over her body jingling, as if mocking her helplessness. The straps remained completely unyielding, their positions barely changing. As Lin Xixi twisted, she felt her breasts and buttocks pressed firmly against the restraint suit. She was completely naked underneath, her cheeks flushed. It was unclear whether this was due to the embarrassment of being restrained naked, the exertion from her struggles, or the stimulation in her crotch. "Oof... these straps all over my body are so tight. No matter how hard I try, I can't break free. It feels so uncomfortable..." Due to the series of movements and twists, Lin Xixi's crotch had experienced intense friction. Her legs were also too weak to prevent her body from sinking further. She had sunk deeper than when she first woke up, and her legs were now spread even wider. Coupled with the fact that she had been sitting on the rocking horse while unconscious, her crotch area was now bright red. If not for the protection of the restraint suit, Lin Xixi's nether regions would likely be numb by now. After several minutes of struggling, Lin Xixi realized she was utterly unable to get off the rocking horse. She decided to settle for a lesser goal. Taking a deep breath, she used all her strength to clamp her legs together, hoping to lift her body and alleviate the pressure on her crotch. Lin Xixi hadn't held out much hope, but to her surprise, she actually managed to do it (though it would be extremely difficult for a human, it was allowed for dramatic effect). However, as time passed, her body slowly began to sink again, returning to its original position. Having tasted a moment of relief, Lin Xixi decided to try again. But things were not as simple as she thought. Although she succeeded in lifting her body a second time, this time she wanted to prolong the comfort and exerted even more force than before. This precisely pulled at the straps on her legs, and her legs no longer had the strength to support her body. The counterforce from the straps caused Lin Xixi, who hadn't had a moment of ease, to crash heavily back onto the rocking horse. The sharp, hard tip of the rocking horse accurately penetrated her nether regions once more, even deeper than before. "Ngh!..." Lin Xixi suddenly felt an unprecedented pain and cried out. She then forcefully clamped her legs together. Her chest, due to her exaggerated movements, was bouncing wildly even within the tight confines of the restraint suit. However, her now exhausted legs, no matter how hard she squeezed, could not lift her body any higher on the smooth, steep incline of the rocking horse. Her entire body weight tormented her most sensitive area. The pain in her crotch made it impossible for her to think, and she could only breathe in short, ragged gasps.