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"Senior, what are you..." Before Xu Jing could even finish her sentence, a resounding slap landed hard across her beautiful face. Then came a barrage of "smack, smack, smack" as the blows rained down, leaving Xu Jing dizzy and seeing stars. Her ears were ringing with a high-pitched whine, and her right cheek burned with a searing, fiery pain. It wasn't until Sun Wen’s own palm turned red that she finally stopped, signaling the boys holding Xu Jing to hoist her upper body up and pin her against the shower door. "Aren't you a little slut?! You enjoy the thrill of seducing men, don't you???" Sun Wen gripped Xu Jing’s chin with a ferocious intensity, biting down hard on the words "enjoy yourself." "I..." Xu Jing was still reeling from the onslaught of slaps, her mind too clouded by the stinging pain to process what was happening. Then came Sun Wen’s cold command: "Come on, hang this bitch under the showerhead. Wash her body off—she’s filthy." To her horror, Xu Jing watched as one of the boys pulled out a pair of handcuffs. *This kind of thing is only supposed to exist in movies and TV shows!* Dazed and helpless, Xu Jing was shoved into the shower stall "Ahhh... no, stop!" Poor Xu Jing was already incoherent. The three popsicles, bundled together, forced their way into her petite [anus] without any lubrication or buffer. The tearing sensation was far more intense than anything she had felt when they were shoved into her vagina. Her shapely, jade-like buttocks were clenched tight, desperately trying to squeeze the foreign objects out, and it took four or five boys just to pin down her thighs. Yet, the tension only served to accentuate the exquisite, aesthetic lines of her gluteal muscles. Even the girls watching from the sidelines swallowed hard; one reached out with a manicured finger to poke Xu Jing’s gluteus maximus, praising, "A butt this tight would be so satisfying to paddle. I’d love to see these cheeks bloom like a flower!" "Relax your ass! If you keep clenching, you'll regret it!" Sun Wen seemed to have a keen understanding of Xu Jing’s psychological breaking point. She reached down and grabbed Xu Jing’s pubic mound. Because of the brutal impact of the popsicles, Xu Jing’s vulva had gone numb, rendering her unable to feel any pleasure, but the pain was sharp and visceral. Sun Wen’s long nails dug deep into Xu Jing’s delicate labia, leaving two deep red gouges that looked as if they might draw blood. Xu Jing instinctively clamped her legs shut, but Sun Wen was quick, wedging an iron rod between them. The cold metal jabbed crudely into the tender flesh of her inner thighs, forcing her legs apart like a thick, cruel needle piercing through soft meat. Xu Jing had no choice but to try and accept the cold, unyielding objects invading her lower body, which was exactly what Sun Wen wanted. Seeing Xu Jing finally go quiet, Sun Wen cooed softly, "Why make it so hard on yourself? I just want to play a special game with you. Satisfy me, and I’ll let you go. I’m sorry for the pain, but I’ll compensate you—you probably don't even know how rich my family is... This is the last time, so be a good girl, okay?" Sun Wen’s hypocritical comfort worked on the exhausted, humiliated girl. Xu Jing stopped resisting, doing her best to cooperate with the sadistic game. Sun Wen, naturally, wouldn't waste such a golden opportunity. Taking advantage of Xu Jing’s compliance, she began to toy with the girl’s delicate [anus] without restraint, thrusting the three popsicles in and out, seemingly intent on using the friction to melt them. Suddenly, Xu Jing felt something shift in her body. Her cheeks were still swollen, but they burned with a heat far more intense than the sting of the slaps. Her forehead flushed, beaded with a fine mist of sweat, and her snow-white skin began to glow with an alluring, rosy hue, coating her captivating frame in a seductive luster. The labia and vagina that had been frozen numb—even her clitoris—began to throb with heat, twitching rhythmically. Waves of blissful sensation began to override the pain of the abuse, flooding her nervous system. She realized with a jolt of terror that she was becoming intoxicated by the feeling. Under its influence, even the urge to defecate caused by the foreign objects in her rectum transformed into a source of extreme pleasure. She wanted to moan in delight—a soul-shattering sensation she had never experienced before. Sun Wen watched every move, every flicker of expression on Xu Jing’s face; this was the moment she had been waiting for. Xu Jing had been too busy struggling to escape the hellish pain to notice what Sun Wen had done to the popsicles. They had been coated in a mixture of cooling herbal ointment and aphrodisiacs designed to heighten skin sensitivity. As they were thrust in and out, the substance had been evenly applied to every inch of Xu Jing’s sensitive labia and anal walls. The two tight, rhythmic orifices had become reservoirs for the drug, and now, it was taking effect. "Untie her hands and let her do it herself," Sun Wen commanded her lackey. "Sister Sun, aren't you afraid this bitch will fight back and hurt you?" the girl asked, confused. "Do you think she’s even thinking about revenge right now?" Sun Wen smiled, gesturing toward Xu Jing’s lower body, and signaled for the girl to observe her expression. The girl stared, eyes widening in shock. Because of Xu Jing’s desperate attempts to clench her anal muscles against the violent, forced entry, her [anus] had been stretched to its limit. The intense friction had caused minor tearing, and when the popsicles were pulled out, they were stained with streaks of fresh, crimson blood. The torn orifice pulsed at a high frequency, a testament to Xu Jing’s insatiable state. On her beautiful face, an expression of utter, wanton ecstasy bloomed. Her cherry lips were parted slightly, her soft, small tongue lolling out like a puppy’s. The swelling on her face did nothing to diminish her beauty; instead, it added a layer of lewd, debauched charm. Beads of sweat glistened on her brow, and stray locks of hair clung to her face, half-concealing her dazed, unfocused eyes. The purity was gone, replaced by a hazy, drowning lust. Her gaze was liquid, hooking into the soul—only the word "ravishing" could even begin to describe the essence of her expression. The boy filming her wiped the drool from his chin and scrambled to capture a few 360-degree close-ups of her face. "Heh, I really thought she was a lotus flower untainted by the mud at first. Didn't think she’d show her true colors after just a little abuse. Pfft, what a slut," the girl spat, half-jealous and half-disgusted. "Exactly. Why else would I have people 'fix' her? Can't let others fall for this bitch's act. We’re going to bring out every bit of her depravity first," Sun Wen laughed, her scheme a success. She didn't reveal the use of the drugs; everyone present assumed Xu Jing was simply so starved for pleasure that she had finally snapped and let go of all inhibitions. The spectacle of a "good girl" turning into something worse than a common whore was a show many were all too happy to watch. Xu Jing’s hands were released from the shower fixture, leaving two stark, shocking red welts on her pale wrists. Yet, the moment she was freed, she didn't reach for her injuries to soothe the pain. Instead, she reached out impatiently for the popsicles in Sun Wen’s hand, desperate to continue the soul-shattering pleasure. Sun Wen, having anticipated this, pulled them away and hid them behind her back. Xu Jing lunged forward in a frenzy, only to be tripped by the shackles on her ankles, crashing face-first at the feet of Sun Wen’s open-toed sandals. Once again, the sharp crack of a whip shattered the silence. Ah Biao’s strike was unerringly precise, catching the pink slipper Xu Jing had kicked aside in her earlier struggle and snapping its strap clean in two. This display of extreme, almost absurd marksmanship further paralyzed Xu Jing’s already terrified mind, forcing her to weigh two deeply humiliating options. Staying bound here to be discovered was out of the question; if she were found tomorrow, she would become the laughingstock of the entire school, and her life at this university would be effectively over. But choosing to be paraded around naked… that was equally public and degrading, and the risk of being filmed and exposed seemed even higher. It felt like a lose-lose situation; no matter what she chose, her humiliation was inevitable. The poor girl was on the verge of tears. *Wait…* The night was deep. Although the torture had made time feel like an eternity, she could guess it was late. She noticed the boys behind Sun Wen, exhausted from their earlier frenzy, stifling yawns. Since it was the dead of night… there shouldn’t be many people around, right? Perhaps it would be safe to go out now? If she could just make it back to her dorm, she would be free! Exhausted in body and spirit, Xu Jing looked up at Sun Wen’s condescending, towering figure and whispered, "I choose the second option." Sun Wen feigned deafness. "What was that? What did you choose? Speak up! Shout your choice, and use the tone of a lowly slave begging her master!" "Hurry up!" Ah Biao toyed with his whip, the rhythmic *snap-snap* sound terrifying Xu Jing, who feared the lash would land on her skin next. Terrified that her slender limbs might be snapped just like the slipper strap, Xu Jing quickly adopted the most submissive tone she could muster: "Mistress, this lowly slave chooses to be paraded through the campus by you and your friends, while still wearing the scent of the holy water you have bestowed upon me. Please, I beg you, do not leave me tied up here." "Louder! I can’t hear you!" Sun Wen cupped a hand to her ear. "This lowly slave chooses to be paraded through the campus while wearing the scent of the holy water you have bestowed upon me!" Xu Jing shouted, her face burning crimson. "Louder!" "This lowly slave chooses to be paraded through the campus while wearing the scent of the holy water you have bestowed upon me!!!" Her voice echoed through the steam-filled bathroom. She had instinctively raised her pitch, her cry sounding like the melodious trill of a lark—a beautiful sound, wasted on such filthy words. But she had no choice. "Hahaha!" Sun Wen let out a sinister laugh. The main event of the night was about to begin. But first, Xu Jing needed to be properly dressed. She waved her hand, and two girls efficiently retrieved a bag prepared earlier from behind the door. Sun Wen pulled out a pair of solid steel handcuffs. She ordered Xu Jing to put her hands behind her back, and as the two boys gripped her wrists, Sun Wen slammed the cuffs shut with such force that Xu Jing feared her bones had been shattered. Xu Jing didn't recognize the other implements, but she obeyed as Sun Wen commanded her to spread her legs or lift her breasts, fitting her with various iron restraints. Only much later would she learn that the device clamped over her crotch was a chastity belt, designed to keep unruly women in check. For now, she could only feel the biting cold of the metal against her skin. A gag was forced into her mouth, stretching her small, delicate lips to an exaggerated arc—a cherry-sized mouth now forced to accommodate the width of a peach. Sun Wen "thoughtfully" picked up the broken slipper, tied it with cotton thread, and hung it around Xu Jing’s swan-like neck, which was already flushed pink from the earlier abuse. She then pulled a pair of clips from the slipper and attached them to Xu Jing’s already swollen, throbbing nipples. As the sensitive flesh was violated again, Xu Jing let out a muffled wail of agony; the gag served its purpose well in stripping her of the ability to speak. Finally, Sun Wen snapped a dog collar around her neck and tugged on the thin chain attached to it. Xu Jing was forced to lean in the direction of the pull, a posture of such profound humiliation that she felt like dying of shame. "Shall we go, Sister Sun?" One of the boys looked at the beautiful girl, now adorned in her instruments of bondage, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Despite the fact that she was drenched in urine—which had begun to dry, emitting a pungent, acrid stench—to them, it only added to her allure. She was, in every sense, reeking of slutty desperation. "Don't be so impatient." Sun Wen laughed and pulled a pair of 15-centimeter high heels from the bag. She sprinkled a handful of mung beans into the shoes before forcing them onto Xu Jing’s delicate feet. They fit perfectly. Xu Jing was stunned, unaware that Sun Wen had bribed her roommate weeks ago to measure every inch of her body, specifically to custom-order this set of torture gear. These heels were just another tool in Sun Wen’s arsenal. "Let's go!" Sun Wen watched as Xu Jing stood up, trembling, and gave her a playful slap on the buttocks. Then, as if remembering something, she sniffed her own hand, grimaced in disgust, and quickly rinsed it under the shower. Xu Jing teetered on the sky-high heels. The mung beans inside dug into her tender soles, making every step feel like walking on blades. She had never worn heels this high; every movement risked a twisted ankle. Worse, the hard beans ground into her skin with every shift of her weight. This kind of foot torture was something she had never endured, even during her most grueling dance training. She suddenly regretted being so diligent with her foot care; if her feet weren't so soft and sensitive, she wouldn't be suffering like this now. "Walk like you're on parade!" Ah Biao cracked his whip between her legs, which were held apart by the leg shackles. Xu Jing jumped in terror. Fortunately, the chastity belt shielded her from the brunt of the impact; otherwise, the force of the lash would have had her writhing on the floor in agony. Even so, she could feel the vibration of the strike echoing through her crotch. *This Ah Biao is truly terrifying,* she thought, casting a timid, fearful glance at him. Xu Jing’s slender fingers slowly peeled off her tight jeans. She tried to move with the grace of a dancer, maintaining a veneer of elegance to mask the crushing shame of such a lewd act. Her legs, perfectly proportioned with smooth, firm skin, were revealed to the onlookers. The sheer, nine-point pantyhose shimmered with an alluring luster, and paired with the black silk boat socks, they made the skin on her insteps look even more porcelain and pristine. "Well, well, look at you, quite the fashionista. Keep the stockings on," Sun Wen remarked with a casual, mocking tone. Xu Jing let out a sigh of relief; at least her lower half was still covered, sparing her the total humiliation of being completely exposed. Little did she know the malicious intent behind Sun Wen’s decision to keep the stockings and socks on. Sun Wen paused, then continued, "Good, you’re obedient enough. If you had dared to show up wearing panties today, I would have stretched your little hole until it tore, and stuffed every single one of your clothes, socks, and underwear inside it." Xu Jing shivered at the threat. Ever since that night when Sun Wen had shoved three frozen "Wangwang" popsicles into her private parts, Xu Jing was convinced that there was nothing this cruel girl wouldn't do. The boys brought out adhesive tape and knee pads, repeating the same process they had used on Zheng Yaqing. They bound Xu Jing’s forearms to her upper arms with electrical tape and lashed her thighs and calves together. Ignoring her injuries, they clamped two metal clips onto her bruised nipples, causing In addition, her breasts, genitals, fingers, thighs, the tops of her feet, and the soles of her feet were all covered with electrodes wrapped in wires. Above her face was a strangely shaped device—she had no idea what it was for. In her sleep, she instinctively tried to roll over, but her movements were restricted by the shackles; she could only shake her head twice. Her long hair slid down her cheeks, revealing a pained expression with her brows slightly furrowed. The fact that she could still fall asleep under such harsh restrictions proved just how exhausted she was from her day’s work—and since this had been going on for so long, she had long since grown numb to it and grown accustomed to it. This cage was her bed, and the smart temperature-controlled air conditioning in the compartment ensured she wouldn’t catch a chill in the middle of the night. Sun Wen had an intense desire for material comforts and didn’t care in the least whether something was expensive or not—her family had money to spare. Therefore, she sought out the very best in every aspect, and her maids were no exception. The maid’s looks and figure rivaled any star who might shine at a cocktail party, and she attended to Sun Wen with the utmost care. But being more beautiful than Sun Wen naturally meant receiving this kind of treatment—was Sun Wen jealous, or did she simply enjoy tormenting pretty girls? Who could say for sure? The clock on the iron cage ticked away, pointing to 6:30. With a soft “ding,” the cage door opened automatically. For the maid inside the cage, however, this was no good news—the alarm had gone off, and it was time for her to get up. This special alarm clock would make her early morning a living hell. The alarm began to ring, and the smart lock silently unlocked, releasing an extremely intense electric current. Through the electrodes attached to the maid’s body, the current coursed through her nipples, [X], thighs, and hands and feet, causing them to crackle with pain and jolting the maid awake instantly. Before she could react, a lighter extended down from the top of the cage before her eyes. Under her terrified gaze, it lit the low-temperature candle on the smart robotic arm, A robotic arm pried her mouth open, clamped down on her soft tongue, and forced her to stick it out, as droplet after droplet of white wax fell onto the back of her tongue. The stimulation throughout her body caused her to tremble uncontrollably. The massive toys stuffed into her two orifices below also began to move—sometimes thrusting deep and pulling out, sometimes rotating, and sometimes sending faint electric shocks toward her [X], causing her to nearly lose control of her bladder. She could only struggle in vain, moaning and praying that her usual morning torture would end soon. Just as her whole body was drenched in fragrant sweat, the dreadful electric shocks and wax dripping finally came to an end; by then, she was completely awake, with not a trace of sleepiness left. The iron shackles binding her entire body automatically unlocked. Her limbs trembling, she crawled out, opened the wardrobe in the corner, and, clutching her maid’s uniform between her teeth, crawled toward the bathroom. From the luxurious living room—which should have been quiet—came faint, intermittent moans. The maid looked up and found a pair of striking, beautiful eyes staring right back at her. Zheng Yaqing, suspended and bound on the rack, let her head droop limply. Her nipples, wrapped in barbed wire, had almost lost all sensation; her body was covered in a dense network of whip marks, and there were several faint bruises on her knees. “Ms. Zheng?” The cloth in the maid’s mouth fell out. Her face drained of color with fear; she hurriedly picked it up again, glanced warily around to check if the surveillance cameras were recording, and then scrambled toward the bathroom. Zheng Yaqing watched as her student crawled toward the restroom like a dog, clutching the maid’s uniform in her mouth. She hurriedly tried to say something, making muffled “mm” sounds, but with her mouth stuffed with the flesh-colored pantyhose she’d worn the day before—and sealed shut with duct tape—she could only manage muffled sounds. After a quick wash in the restroom, the maid performed several enemas on herself with the showerhead, then removed the white thigh-high stockings from her feet and, fighting the discomfort, shoved them into her anus. She wiped away the sweat and wax residue from her body, changed into the black open-crotch bodystocking hanging on the wall, and only then put on her clean maid’s uniform. “Today’s assigned outfit is really kinky!” the maid thought to herself. She had no right to wear underwear, much less decide what to wear; her attire depended entirely on Sun Wen’s whim. If Sun Wen ever forgot to prepare her morning outfit, she would have no choice but to remain completely naked all day—even if she had classes that day or if Sun Wen needed her to run an errand at the supermarket. She would have to go to school or the supermarket completely naked. At school, everyone had long known full well that she was Sun Wen’s slave, but out of fear of Sun Wen’s influence, no one dared to give her a hard time. However, at supermarkets or farmers’ markets outside of school, she had to endure countless strange stares and even ran the risk of making the news. If it weren’t for Sun Wen’s family’s all-encompassing influence, she would have long since become a nationally known figure. The fully dressed maid put on her handcuffs and leg irons, slipped into her high-heeled sandals, let out a long sigh, and walked out of the bathroom. Perhaps because the focus of the torment was on Teacher Zheng, this morning’s accessories and attire hadn’t caused her any trouble, the maid thought to herself. Yes, toys like nipple clamps and anal plugs were also considered “accessories” under Sun Wen’s rules; she was required to wear them all day without taking them off. So, whenever she had to wear a urethral plug or an anal plug, she was particularly unlucky, because it meant she couldn’t relieve herself all day. The maid tiptoed over and pushed open Sun Wen’s bedroom door, gazing at Sun Wen, who was still fast asleep. Sun Wen was sprawled across the large bed in an extremely indecent posture—which, in a way, matched her usually domineering personality. Her budding breasts were covered in a dense pattern of scabs and deep welts left by the whipping; the entire pair was still painfully red and swollen, as was her lower body, though the scars had already faded considerably thanks to a specially formulated ointment. The maid couldn’t help but gasp. She knew this was the “handiwork” of the Student Council President—only he would go to such extremes with Sun Wen to satisfy his perverted desires. Hanging from the wall was a busty beauty—the maid’s senior. Her two papaya-like breasts hung slightly, her eyes rolled back, and a wisp of white foam trickled from the corner of her mouth. It seemed she, too, had been tormented all night by the aphrodisiac Sun Wen had smeared on her. The maid looked at her senior with pity, pursed her lips, and resolved to secretly help her senior ease the agony of her unquenchable lust—they were both Sun Wen’s playthings, so it was only natural for them to show each other some compassion. Xu Jing realized something was wrong. She felt her wrists and ankles bound by something, and a soft, fragrant weight pressed down upon her, pinning her so firmly she couldn't even sit up. She looked up and found a pair of fair, delicate soles hovering right before her face. At such close range, the faint, intricate lines of the skin were clearly visible, and she could even catch the subtle, intoxicating scent of those dainty feet. The feet were locked in two sets of handcuffs, the other ends of which were shackled to her own wrists. Every time she moved her arms, she was forced to drag the bare, jade-like feet along with her. Xu Jing recognized them instantly; she knew every detail of Sun Wen’s feet—the tiny scar on the side of the left one, the faint, unsoftened callus near the toes. Sun Wen had used these very feet to tease and press against countless parts of Xu Jing’s body; she knew them by heart. Sun Wen was draped entirely over her, their bodies stacked in a head-to-toe, inverted embrace, covered by a thin, embroidered quilt. Only now did Xu Jing notice she had been dressed in a ballet uniform. Her feet, encased in white pantyhose, were damp with sweat, and the shackles around her ankles felt warm against her skin. Fortunately, Sun Wen wasn't heavy, or she would have been crushed into numbness. "Senior? Senior!" Xu Jing tried to roll over, startling Sun Wen from her slumber. Sun Wen opened her sleepy eyes and mumbled, "Hmm?" "Ouch! Why is my whole body so sore? Why am I sleeping face-down? My arms don't even feel like my own!" Sun Wen cried out. Instinctively, she tried to sit up, but it only brought agony to Xu Jing, who was shackled to her. Her silk-clad legs were forced wide apart, the already aching muscles feeling as if they were being torn asunder. "Senior, stop! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Xu Jing hurriedly pleaded. Sun Wen felt the tug of the shackles on her limbs and finally realized she was bound. "Who did this?!!!" She roared in fury, but as she whipped her head around, she realized her neck was chained to the headboard, nearly giving herself whiplash. Sun Wen surveyed their predicament, recalling the madness of the previous night, and a smirk curled the corner of her lips. Hearing Xu Jing’s voice, she propped herself up, spread her legs, and knelt on the bed, peering down between her own thighs at the shackled Xu Jing. "It couldn't be... that brat Wu Jing, could it?" Xu Jing fumed. "She went to school! How are we supposed to get out of here?" To Xu Jing’s surprise, Sun Wen hadn't been her usual overbearing, bossy self during these two days at Wu Jing’s house. In Xu Jing’s eyes, she had become strangely approachable. She tried to break free, but what could a girl’s delicate frame do against cold, hardened steel? Their struggles were clearly futile. "There’s a letter!" Just as Sun Wen gave up, she caught sight of an envelope on the nightstand. "Maybe it’s the key!" Xu Jing said, clinging to hope. "Wu Jing was always such a well-behaved girl, she never played such dangerous games. She must have left us the key!" Hearing the word "key," Sun Wen scrambled toward the nightstand. The stainless steel links dragged Xu Jing’s limbs along with her. Sun Wen stretched her arm as far as she could, her slender fingers brushing the surface until, with a monumental effort, she finally snatched the envelope. Sun Wen’s face fell as she opened it. Inside was a pale pink note written in Wu Jing’s cute, rounded handwriting: *"Dearest Teacher, Dearest Sun-jie,"* *"Good morning! By the time you read this, you’ll be awake and trapped in my home. Hehe, don't worry, I’ve gone to school! Last night was so much fun. Even though my waist and knees are sore, my legs ache, and I can’t even lift my arms, every twinge of pain reminds me of how happy we were!"* *"To thank you both for your hospitality, I’ve prepared a special gift! Being shackled in a '69' position like in those AVs must feel absolutely amazing, right? Especially you, Sun-jie—I’ve heard plenty about how you toy with female college students. Today is your karma. Every cause has an effect, and your effect is me!"* *"I won't be back until after evening study hall. Don't worry, I’ve put the keys in waterproof bags and tucked them deep inside your private parts. It took quite a bit of effort! You wouldn't believe how tight and narrow you both are, even after I nearly shoved half my hand inside you last night."* *"So, if you want your freedom, you’ll have to help each other and fish the keys out of each other’s little sisters! Otherwise, you’ll be stuck on this bed all day. My parents are away on business, but who knows? They might come back early!"* *"Also, if you’re still shackled when I get back from study hall, you’ll have to be my playthings for the next two days. Hehehe, I’m so excited just thinking about it! Good luck, Teacher Xu! Good luck, Sun-jie!"* *"Side note: Teacher Xu’s body is so soft—you can tell she’s a professional dancer. Sun-jie, you should play with her more on the bed; you might unlock some positions you never imagined! I’ve set up a camera, so I’ll be sure to enjoy the footage when I get back!"* Xu Jing arched her supple body, finally taking the note from Sun Wen, only to be met with such an absurd reality. "That brat is truly wicked! No wonder I felt something inside me, all hard and uncomfortable." "Next time, I’m going to assign her so much homework she won't know what hit her! If she doesn't finish, I’ll tell her parents! I’ll teach this hateful little girl a lesson!" A faint blush rose on Xu Jing’s face, followed by a sigh: "What are we going to do now?" "Well, let’s try to see if we can get Xu Jing’s respite was short-lived. Barely recovered, she was bound and tossed into the trunk by Sun Wen. Sun Wen’s movements were swift and ruthless, handling Xu Jing as if she were nothing more than a slab of meat. A thin, sturdy hemp rope was wound repeatedly around Xu Jing’s slender wrists, pulled taut until it bit into her skin, leaving no room for slack. Her hands were forced behind her back, and angry red welts began to bloom instantly against her pale flesh. She struggled instinctively, but one look from Sun Wen was enough to make her shrink back in terror. The rope continued upward, looping over Xu Jing’s shoulders to pin her arms firmly in place, forcing her full breasts to thrust forward. The fabric strained against her curves, highlighting the provocative swell of her cleavage. Sun Wen’s fingertips brushed against her skin during the binding, leaving a trail of cold, electric shivers in their wake. Next, the rope coiled around her waist. Sun Wen pulled it tight, cinching her already slim midsection until it stood in sharp, dramatic contrast to the fullness of her breasts and hips. Each loop of rope acted like a painter’s brush, accentuating the rise and fall of her body, making her lithe frame appear both exquisitely sculpted and utterly helpless. The rope traveled downward, binding her long legs together from the thighs all the way to the knees. The fluid lines of her legs were compressed, her muscles tensed against the restraint, creating a display of taut, strained beauty. Completely immobilized, Xu Jing’s body was forced into a slight arch, every inch of her skin emphasized by the biting cords. She felt the sting of the rope, but beneath this forced aesthetic of "beauty," a surge of indescribable shame and secret, burning arousal began to rise within her. She knew she was being displayed in her nakedness—objectified and humiliated—and the contradiction made her tremble uncontrollably. She was trussed in a "hogtied" position; had it not been for the flexibility gained from years of dance, Sun Wen’s method would have surely snapped her spine. As Xu Jing fought to regulate her breathing and adapt to the agonizing, reversed posture, she saw Sun Wen appear before her holding a grimy pair of panties. "This is from your 'mother-dog' sister, your favorite English teacher—the pair she scavenged for you at the mall!" Sun Wen shoved the damp, pungent lace panties into Xu Jing’s mouth and sealed her lips shut with duct tape. The acrid stench filled Xu Jing’s nostrils and throat, making her gag and roll her eyes back in distress. But with the fabric wedged deep and the tape holding firm, every dry heave only forced her to inhale more of the filth. Dismissing her victim’s misery, Sun Wen slammed the trunk shut, walked to the driver’s side, and climbed into her car. Another body, snow-white and even more voluptuous than Xu Jing’s, was already waiting obediently by Sun Wen’s side. At a command, the beautiful matron, Wu Junya, sat upright. Junya crouched on the backseat like a well-trained bitch. She wore nothing but a pair of pink crotchless pantyhose, a leather collar fastened around her neck, and a chain tethered to the floor of the car. Her wrists and ankles were shackled, the metal clinking with every slight movement. The weather was clear as Sun Wen drove toward the countryside. She was headed to a private estate, where vast lawns and secluded groves provided the perfect setting for public exhibition. Throughout the drive, Junya maintained her crouched position, her tongue lolling slightly, waiting for Sun Wen’s next command. It was Sun Wen’s requirement. Naturally, her luxurious breasts had to be "on display." She was forced to press her completely bare chest against the half-open window. The breeze chilled her nipples, yet her cheeks burned with a feverish, shameful heat. *What if someone sees and takes pictures?* Junya shivered. She dared not imagine it, yet deep down, a hidden part of her craved it—craved the exposure, craved to be admired by strangers in her debased state. The contradiction left her feeling utterly helpless. Upon arriving at the estate, Sun Wen dragged Xu Jing from the trunk and untied her legs, though her hands remained bound behind her back. The panties in Xu Jing’s mouth were soaked through with saliva. Sun Wen stepped out of the car, leading Junya by her leash. Junya crawled out like a true bitch, dropping to all fours and kneeling obediently on the grass, awaiting her master’s next order. Sun Wen then turned to the trunk, where Xu Jing remained trussed in that agonizing, contorted ball. Without a shred of pity, Sun Wen grabbed the ropes and hauled her out, dumping her onto the rough ground. Xu Jing hit the dirt and gravel with a dull thud, her face and breasts instantly coated in grit. "Crawl to me, you bitch," Sun Wen’s voice was cold and filled with loathing. "Keep your chest to the ground. Feel the texture of the earth with those jade tits of yours." Bound in a forced arch, Xu Jing’s breasts were thrust forward, yet the ropes pulled her shoulders back, forcing her to drag her soft flesh across the pebbles and dry grass in a posture of utter humiliation. Every inch she moved, her sensitive nipples were scraped by the abrasive ground, sending stabs of fiery pain through her. She tried to arch her waist to relieve the pressure, but the restraints left her no leverage. Dust and grit soon coated her breasts and abdomen, leaving angry red abrasions wherever she dragged herself. The pain and the filth were suffocating; tears spilled from her eyes, blurring her vision. Sun Wen watched her slow progress with impatience, her eyes burning with jealousy toward Xu Jing’s beauty. She stepped over, raised her high-heeled foot, and kicked Xu Jing onto her side. Then, the sharp heel dug into her dust-covered belly, grinding slowly. The full weight of the stiletto pressed into her stomach, causing Xu Jing to convulse in agony, a stifled whimper trapped in her throat. The heel twisted against her tender skin as if to crush her organs. Xu Jing arched in pain, her body instinctively trying to recoil, but the ropes held her fast, forcing her to endure the piercing torment. Xu Jing wanted to beg for mercy, but she feared Sun Wen’s retaliation even more. Just as she was trembling with tears, the master stopped. Then, the command came. "Come now. Lick the heel clean." Sun Wen raised her foot, pressing the stiletto heel of her sandal against Xu Jing’s cheek. The heel was caked with dirt, sand, and unknown stains. Bound and helpless, Xu Jing twisted her neck, trembling as she extended her tongue to lick the cold, filthy heel. As her tongue touched the grit and grime, her stomach churned, and a wave of shame washed over her. She was forced to lick again and again, until the heel gleamed with a sickening, polished sheen. Sun Wen, her heels clicking sharply against the floor, strode into the upscale residential complex with Zheng Yaqing in tow. The black leash was pulled taut, forcing the woman behind her into a posture of absolute, humiliating submission. Zheng Yaqing was a vision of utter degradation and lewdness. Her mature, voluptuous body, glowing with a healthy tan, was completely exposed to the night air. A heavy black leather collar was locked around her neck, and a vibrant red silicone gag filled her mouth; the leather straps bit deep into her cheeks, and humiliating strings of saliva trailed from the corners of her mouth, stretching into long, silver threads. Denied the right to walk upright, she was forced to crawl on all fours like a common bitch. The asphalt of the complex was rough and unforgiving, scraping against her palms and knees, coating her well-maintained skin in grime and grit. Whenever she stumbled, the leash yanked her forward, dragging her delicate, high-heel-accustomed feet across the abrasive ground until they were filthy. This extreme filth created a jarring, tragic contrast with her sophisticated, beautiful face. On her chest, the silver rings that had just been pierced through her nipples swayed violently with every knee-shuffling step. Most obscene of all was her lower half: a thick metal butt plug was jammed deep into her rear, its base attached to a fluffy black tail that wagged lewdly in the night breeze. Between her wide-spread legs, the "valley" recently ravaged by the piercer was fully exposed. A mixture of a man’s thick, viscous cum and her own involuntary, submissive juices streamed down her inner thighs, leaving the area a muddy, sodden mess. Several silver rings, crudely pierced through her labia and clitoris, caught the dim light of the streetlamps, reflecting a cold, garish luster. Those glistening rings, slick with turbid fluids, seemed to announce her depravity to the entire world. As they entered the complex, this living, breathing spectacle of debauchery drew stares from passersby. A middle-aged woman carrying grocery bags gasped, dropping her load in shock; two young men heading home from work lingered, their gazes dropping greedily, glued to Zheng Yaqing’s exposed, dripping, silver-pierced slit. Sun Wen remained expressionless, leading her like a common pet. Zheng Yaqing, however, was dying of shame. Once a celebrated heiress returned from abroad and a high-status English teacher, she was now being paraded like a bitch in heat. The undisguised contempt and voyeuristic stares of the strangers felt like needles on her skin; she longed to bury her face in the dirt to escape them. But the leash jerked tight, forcing her to lift her flushed face. With the gag blocking her mouth, she couldn't even beg for mercy, forced to scramble faster, letting the rough ground tear further into the skin of her knees. The woman and her "dog" finally entered the bright, spacious elevator. As the doors slid shut, the mirror-lined walls forced Zheng Yaqing to confront her own image: the filthy limbs, the glistening silver rings on her chest and genitals, the ridiculous wagging tail, and the white, viscous fluid still dripping from between her legs, pooling on the pristine floor. The sterile, high-end luxury of the elevator clashed violently with the mud-caked bitch she had become, crushing her dignity into dust. With a soft chime, the elevator arrived. Sun Wen led her to Wu Junya’s apartment and expertly entered the code. *Click.* The heavy security door swung open, releasing a wave of warm air and the familiar scent of expensive incense. In the foyer, Wu Junya was completely naked, kneeling on the carpet like a docile bitch to welcome her master. The mature, beautiful woman’s snow-white skin glowed with an alluring porcelain sheen under the warm lights. She pressed her forehead firmly against the floor, arms pinned to her sides, her plump buttocks raised high in a posture of humble, total surrender. "Vile bitch Wu Junya, welcoming Master. Thank you for your hard work, Master," Wu Junya said, her voice sycophantic and submissive. Sun Wen tossed Zheng Yaqing’s leash aside, changed into slippers, and sat on the leather sofa. "How did the assignment go? Bring me the video." Wu Junya crawled forward, offering a tablet with both hands. On the screen, she was seen following orders, using a leather whip to shatter the red wax seal on her daughter Wu Jing’s private parts, then forcing the girl to lick up every drop of the fluids that had accumulated throughout the day. Sun Wen watched the video in fast-forward, then used the tip of her shoe to lift the chin of Wu Jing, who was also kneeling nearby. The girl’s eyes were still rimmed with tears, her mouth stained with crystalline fluid, her innocent, "first-love" face filled with fear and a desperate need to please. Sun Wen inspected the girl’s slightly swollen, whipped genitals, confirmed the wax was gone, and hummed in satisfaction. "You bitches—mother and daughter—are obedient enough." Sun Wen stood up, walked to a decorative Roman pillar in the living room, and turned to Zheng Yaqing, who was still panting on the floor. "You. Get over here. Bind yourself to this pillar. Move." She tossed a coil of rough hemp rope at Zheng Yaqing’s feet. Zheng Yaqing, still gagged, crawled to the pillar. With her palms raw and the metal rings in her nipples and crotch tugging painfully at her flesh with every movement, her attempt to bind herself was clumsy and slow. *CRACK!* Sun Wen lashed out with her whip, striking Zheng Yaqing’s sweat-slicked, tanned back and leaving a stinging, crimson welt. "What are you dawdling for? Did you not get fucked hard enough earlier? Do you want me to peel some skin off you?" Zheng Yaqing convulsed in pain, a muffled whimper escaping her throat. She didn't dare hesitate again. She scrambled to wrap the rough rope around her waist and thighs, lashing herself to the cold pillar. Within moments, she was a prisoner, a "human pillar" unable to move. The tension of the ropes forced her legs slightly apart, thrusting her ring-pierced breasts and exposed, silver-adorned crotch forward into the open air. Sun Wen stepped forward, inspected the bindings, and smirked. She beckoned for Wu Junya and Wu Jing to crawl over, then fitted each with a heavy black leather collar. However, the metal chains on the collars weren't attached to furniture or wall hooks. Sun Wen gripped the two cold metal clips and walked straight toward the bound Zheng Yaqing. Under Zheng Yaqing’s gaze of sheer terror and despair, Sun Wen ruthlessly snapped the clips from Wu Junya’s and Wu Jing’s collars directly onto the fresh, blood-flecked silver rings piercing Zheng Yaqing’s labia and clitoris. *Click. Click.* The range of motion for the mother and daughter was now tethered entirely to the most vulnerable, sensitive flesh of Zheng Yaqing’s intimate parts. Every time Wu Junya or Wu Jing shifted their necks even an inch, or crawled forward on their knees, the heavy chains would instantly yank at the metal ring piercing Zheng Yaqing’s labia. This cruel, sexually charged "human-post tether" forced all three women into a breathless stalemate. Wu Junya and Wu Jing had to remain frozen, kneeling like stone statues, terrified that a single tremor would send a jolt of agony through the woman chained to the pillar. Meanwhile, Zheng Yaqing was bound tight, her swollen, throbbing flower—still raw from the brutal ravaging it had just endured—forced to bear the weight of the two bitches’ necks. Every microscopic tug brought a piercing sting followed by an aphrodisiac-like ache, causing her slick, aroused juices to flow uncontrollably down her thighs, soaking the chains connected to the bitches' collars in a muddy, erotic mess. As the night deepened, Sun Wen finished her bath and walked toward the master bedroom, draped in a silk robe. The bitches remained tethered to the pillar; Wu Junya, the former mistress of the room, had been reduced to a bitch, leaving the bedroom for Sun Wen to claim as her own. In the center of the bed lay a massive, grotesquely shaped "human pillow." It was Wang Qian, completely transformed into a latex doll. She was hermetically sealed from head to toe in a thick, ultra-tight black latex sleeping bag. The rubber left no gaps, covering her from her toes to the crown of her head, with only two tiny air holes for her nostrils. Wang Qian was known for her voluptuous, exaggerated figure. Now, under the absolute constraint of the high-pressure latex, every curve of her body was rendered in agonizing detail. Her massive breasts, in particular, were squeezed high by the powerful tension of the black rubber, occupying nearly half of her upper torso. The taut material was stretched until it shone with a slick, oily sheen, as if the heavy, soft flesh beneath might burst through at any moment. Her slender waist and full hips were outlined in a breathtaking, exaggerated proportion, turning her into a perverse piece of erotic art. Sun Wen lazily pulled back the covers and pressed her upper body directly onto the "pillow." She rested her head comfortably between Wang Qian’s latex-encased breasts. The slippery, tactile sensation of the rubber mixed with the warm, yielding softness of the living flesh beneath provided an exquisite pre-sleep experience. Used as a human cushion, Wang Qian was utterly immobilized. The interior of the latex bag was in a state of vacuum-sealed negative pressure. She couldn't even twitch a finger. Every breath required immense effort; her massive breasts rose and fell with agonizing difficulty, supporting Sun Wen’s head. Sun Wen closed her eyes, her fingers tracing aimlessly over the latex surface. She could feel the subtle tremors of Wang Qian’s nervous body beneath her. To spice up her pre-sleep routine, Sun Wen suddenly reached out and pinched the two tiny air holes at the tip of Wang Qian’s nose. Oxygen was cut off instantly. Inside the dark, claustrophobic latex bag, Wang Qian’s brain plunged into panic. She instinctively gasped for air, but couldn't draw in a single molecule. Her chest expanded violently, her giant breasts heaving and shaking uncontrollably against Sun Wen’s cheek. She tried to struggle, but the negative pressure of the latex locked her in place. Like a fish stranded on dry land, she convulsed in the despair of suffocation, her voluptuous body twisting into pathetic shapes beneath the black rubber. Just as Wang Qian was on the verge of losing consciousness, Sun Wen mercifully released her fingers. Through the thick latex, a muffled, ragged gasp echoed from within. As air flooded back in, Wang Qian’s chest heaved violently, greedily gulping down oxygen. Sun Wen continued to block the air holes intermittently. This cycle of near-death and rebirth became her favorite lullaby. After playing for half an hour, Sun Wen finally yawned, feeling a wave of drowsiness. She reached for the remote control on the nightstand. "Be a good pillow. Don't you dare wake your mistress." With that cold command, Sun Wen pushed the slider on the remote to the maximum setting without hesitation. A violent, buzzing vibration exploded inside the sealed latex bag. The thick, rigid object that had been forced into Wang Qian’s body before she was packed began to operate at its highest, most brutal frequency. Wang Qian’s body snapped into a rigid arch. The extreme, high-frequency oscillation shattered her nervous system. Without any warning, a tidal wave of pleasure, mixed with the agonizing friction against her inner walls, swallowed her whole. Sun Wen threw the remote aside, satisfied. Like a child hugging a stuffed toy, she wrapped her arms around Wang Qian’s cinched, tiny waist. Resting her cheek against the massive, soft latex-covered breasts, Sun Wen soon drifted into a steady, rhythmic sleep. But for Wang Qian, the long night had only just begun. She was locked in a dark, sweltering latex hell. The high-end rubber was entirely non-breathable; her sweat and the fluids gushing from her climax had nowhere to go, leaving her skin slick and sticky beneath the rubber. The toy inside her acted like a tireless motor, relentlessly milking her vagina. She was driven to one peak after another by the violent pleasure, yet she couldn't even let out a whimper, forced to swallow her moans in the dark. Her heavy, giant breasts were flushed red and burning with heat from the intense stimulation and oxygen deprivation, yet she had to remain a soft cushion for her mistress. She had to fight to suppress the violent spasms of her body, terrified of waking the sleeping master. This torture—being forced to endure the pleasure as it tore her sanity to shreds, all while trapped in silence—left her voluptuous body to suffer an endless, agonizing torment in the dark. The once-haughty, icy campus queen now served as a mere footstool, her head pressed firmly beneath her mistress’s bare feet, left to be ground and trampled at will. "Get to the rack," Sun Wen commanded, withdrawing her foot with a casual, indifferent flick. Xu Jing scrambled toward the metal rack in the corner of the living room as if granted a reprieve. She climbed up with practiced ease, sliding her wrists into the leather restraints suspended from the overhead beam. As Sun Wen flipped the wall switch, the winch groaned into motion. Xu Jing’s arms were pulled taut behind her back, forcing her body into a suspended arch. She was left to strain on tiptoes, barely grazing the floor. Her perfect physique was stretched into a breathtaking, agonizing curve. With her arms pulled away, her heavy, snow-white breasts were fully exposed, heaving violently with every ragged breath. Sun Wen approached, holding a pair of cold, metallic alligator nipple clamps. Without a hint of mercy, she pried open the serrated jaws and snapped them onto Xu Jing’s already engorged, hardened nipples. "Nngh!" Xu Jing let out a stifled cry of pain. The grip of the clamps was vicious. Her heavy, soft mounds were pulled into an obscenely teardrop shape by the weight and the metal tension. Thin silver chains dangled from the clamps; the slightest movement from Xu Jing sent tremors of numbing, stinging agony through her sensitive peaks. Hanging there, legs spread wide, her slack, swollen, and exposed labia were on full display—a picture of helpless, sacrificial allure. "Now, give your mistress a proper report," Sun Wen said, pulling up a chair and crossing her legs. "How did you service those classmates at the hotel? The filthier the details, the better." Xu Jing’s face flushed crimson. Biting her lower lip, she began to speak in a trembling voice. "The... the bitch became a urinal for the classmates at the hotel. The boys lined up to fuck the bitch’s slutty hole. They held the bitch down in a water tank, stuffing both ends until there was no room left..." Hearing Xu Jing describe herself with such debased terminology, Sun Wen’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. She reached out, maliciously flicking the metal chains on Xu Jing’s chest. As the breasts swayed and Xu Jing gasped, Sun Wen picked up a thick, heavy-duty vibrator. She pressed it directly against Xu Jing’s exposed, swollen clitoris and hit the high-frequency setting. "Ah—! Mistress... it feels so good... the bitch’s slutty cunt is going to be shattered..." The violent vibrations hammered directly into her most sensitive nerves. Xu Jing threw her head back, her body thrashing wildly against the rack. A stream of clear, viscous fluid erupted from her gaping slit, trickling down her inner thighs and onto the carpet. However, when Xu Jing reached the detail about being surrounded by the girls and forced to drink urine, a note of pathetic, choked-up grievance slipped into her tone. "They... they poured the urine into the bitch’s mouth, it was so hard to swallow..." Sun Wen’s expression turned icy. She killed the vibrator and tossed it onto the floor without a second thought. "Feeling aggrieved? It seems you still haven't grasped your status as a mere toilet." She reached back and snatched a long, thin black leather whip from the rack. Circling behind Xu Jing, her eyes locked onto the exquisite, arched soles of her feet. She raised her arm, the whip slicing through the air with a sharp crack, landing squarely on the tender arches. *Snap!* The crisp sound echoed through the room. Xu Jing let out a piercing shriek. A vivid, angry red welt bloomed instantly across her delicate sole. Her ten crystalline toes curled tightly in sudden, searing agony, her arches straining in a painful reflex. *Snap! Snap! Snap!* Sun Wen didn't stop. The whip fell again and again, mercilessly lashing the defenseless soles. The dense network of nerves in her feet amplified the burning pain, sending it surging up her calves and straight to her brain. Xu Jing’s body convulsed in the air; every struggle tugged at the clamps on her chest, bringing waves of tearing agony. She sobbed and wailed, tears and sweat streaming down her face. Her once-flawless feet were soon crisscrossed with welts. Trapped under her mistress’s lash, she had nowhere to hide, forced to endure this soul-deep humiliation in the most submissive posture imaginable. Sun Wen’s fingers returned to the ruined, intimate mess between her legs. Her manicured nails pried open the swollen, everted labia, leaving the raw, crimson flesh fully exposed. The slit continued to weep clear, sticky fluid uncontrollably. "You bitch, share your experience with your fellow bitches—how many men did it take to stretch your hole out this wide?" Sun Wen teased, her fingertip tracing the edge of the gaping orifice. She even maliciously poked into the canal twice. Xu Jing shuddered violently. A wave of intense shame flooded her face. Wu Junya and Wu Jing, kneeling nearby, were listening intently. The demand to dissect her own depraved history in public was shattering her sanity. "Re... reporting to Mistress..." Xu Jing bit her lip, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "The bitch doesn't know how many men... there were too many..." "You don't know?" Sun Wen sneered, sliding her finger upward and pressing hard against the engorged, throbbing clitoris. "Ah!" Xu Jing screamed, her waist twisting frantically. The alligator clamps on her chest pulled at the chains, sending a searing, tearing pain through her nipples. "Try to remember." Sun Wen picked up the thick vibrator again, pressing it firmly against Xu Jing’s chin. "If you can't give me the details, I’ll tear that rotten cunt of yours to pieces." Terrified, tears streaming down her face, Xu Jing swallowed hard and began to recount the depraved experience in broken gasps. "The bitch was held down on the round bed. Both the front and back were stuffed at the same time. They didn't give the bitch a moment to breathe. As soon as one pulled out... another would shove right back in..." Just as Zheng Yu was subjecting Sun Wen to that brutal “tortoise-shell bondage” torture in the presidential suite, on the other side of the city, at the most luxurious Henglong Import Supermarket in the city center, an act of extreme humiliation was unfolding for Wu Junya and her daughter Wu Jing. Completely oblivious to their mistress Sun Wen’s current plight and Xu Jing’s predicament of being locked inside their home, their minds were focused solely on the strict orders their mistress had issued before leaving. It was a weekend evening, and the supermarket was bustling with people—mostly well-dressed urban white-collar workers and wealthy ladies. Wu Junya wore a high-quality khaki double-breasted trench coat, while Wu Jing was clad in a long black down jacket. On the surface, this mother-daughter pair looked no different from the other shoppers around them, but if anyone had come closer to take a closer look, they would have noticed that their foreheads were covered in a fine sheen of cold sweat, and their gait betrayed an eerie stiffness and tension. For beneath their tightly buttoned coats, they were completely naked. No bras, no panties. Wu Junya’s ripe, voluptuous body and Wu Jing’s fresh, delicate teenage figure were concealed by nothing more than a single layer of thin trench coat fabric. To make matters worse, they wore black leather collars engraved with the words “Sun Wen’s Exclusive Bitch,” which were barely concealed by wide silk scarves. A metal butt plug attached to a massive fox tail had been forcefully shoved into Wu Junya’s anus; the cold, heavy sensation of the metal made her feel as though her intestinal walls were being mercilessly scraped with every step she took; while deep inside Wu Jing’s tender private parts, a large, remote-controlled vibrating egg had been inserted, its tail shamelessly dangling from the crook of her thigh. “Mom… I’m so scared… what if someone sees us…” Wu Jing clung tightly to Wu Junya’s arm, her voice trembling with a hint of tears. She could feel a slight, slippery wetness seeping from the insides of her thighs due to nervousness and the sensation of the foreign objects. “Shut up. A slutty dog should know her place. If you fail to complete your master’s task, there’s only one outcome when you get back: death.” Wu Junya bit her lower lip; though she was scolding her daughter, her own calves were trembling. As a mid-level manager at a company, she was even afraid of running into her colleagues or clients in this upscale supermarket. The task Sun Wen had assigned in the WeChat group was utterly perverse: go to the pet supplies section of the supermarket, pick out the most expensive brand of imported dog food; unbutton their coats in front of the shelves and record a video in which both must crawl on all fours like real female dogs, pick up the bag of dog food with their mouths, and loudly thank their master for the gift. Trembling with fear, the two pushed their shopping cart to the rarely visited imported pet supplies section. It was a relatively narrow aisle, with towering shelves on both sides temporarily blocking the view from the outside. “Quick, start recording.” Wu Junya glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, took a deep breath, and humiliatingly undid the belt of her trench coat. The trench coat parted to the sides, instantly exposing her well-maintained, snow-white mature body to the bright supermarket fluorescent lights. Her full breasts sagged slightly without support, and her two crimson nipples, exposed to the cold air, instantly stood erect. Ashamed, she bent her knees and knelt on all fours on the cold, polished marble floor. The fluffy fox tail jutted out from behind her high, rounded buttocks, swaying comically yet lasciviously in front of the shelves. Wu Jing, tears streaming down her face, raised her phone with trembling hands and turned on the video recording. Wu Junya closed her eyes, struggling to suppress the shame and indignation that made her want to crawl into a hole. Like a female dog foraging for food, she crawled forward on her knees for two steps; the friction of the metal anal plug inside her intestines made her let out a muffled groan. She crawled to the bottom shelf, parted her lipstick-coated lips, and bit down on the edge of the bag of expensive dog food. “You filthy dog, Wu Junya… along with your little bitch, Wu Jing… are picking out our own rations. Woof, woof… Thank you, Master, for your bounty…” Wu Junya mumbled into the camera. To prevent anyone from hearing her, she kept her voice very low, yet it exuded boundless servility. Wu Jing quickly turned the camera toward herself, unzipped her down jacket to reveal her naked, delicate body held together by only a few thin straps, and added in a soft voice, her face flushed: “This slutty dog and her daughter will definitely be obedient… Please inspect us, Master…” “Click, click, click…” Just as the recording was about to end, the crisp sound of high heels suddenly echoed from the corner of the hallway, accompanied by the laughter and chatter of two women rapidly approaching. “Someone’s coming!” Wu Jing was terrified out of her wits and quickly pressed the stop button. Wu Junya was panicked beyond belief; without a second thought for the dog food clenched between her teeth, she jumped to her feet and quickly pulled her trench coat tightly around herself. Her movement was so abrupt that the thick anal plug inside her slid violently, nearly falling out. The intense stimulation made her legs go weak, and she almost collapsed onto the shelf. The two of them, like startled birds, pressed themselves tightly against the shelf, keeping their heads down and pretending to be customers browsing the merchandise on the upper shelves. Two fashionably dressed young women walked past them, chatting and laughing, and even cast a casual glance their way. Wu Junya held her breath, terrified that the women might suspect something from her unnatural posture or the tip of the “fox tail” occasionally peeking out from beneath the hem of her trench coat. Only when the footsteps faded into the distance did the mother and daughter slump against the shopping cart as if drained of all strength, gasping for breath, their bodies already soaked through with cold sweat. “S… send it to the Master,” Wu Junya commanded weakly. Wu Jing quickly sent the utterly humiliating video to Sun Wen’s phone via WeChat. However, the mother and daughter had no idea that at that very moment, Sun Wen’s phone was casually lying on the nightstand in the presidential suite. Zheng Yu, who was admiring the red marks all over Sun Wen’s body from being bound with tortoise-shell restraints, heard the WeChat notification sound. He walked over and picked up the phone; he had already cracked the fingerprint lock. When he tapped the screen, the lewd video of Wu Junya and Wu Jing—completely naked in a supermarket, holding dog food between their teeth—leapt into view. Watching this once-aloft mother-daughter duo now behaving so despicably, a cruel, cold smile curled at the corners of Zheng Yu’s mouth. He spotted the linked remote toy control app on the phone, displaying an “Online” status. “You like being a dog, don’t you?” Zheng Yu raised an eyebrow maliciously. Without hesitation, his finger swiped across the screen, cranking the vibrator’s intensity to “maximum” while simultaneously pressing the “shock” button for microcurrent stimulation. At the checkout counter of Henglong Supermarket, Wu Junya and Wu Jing were standing in line, ready to pay. With their task nearly complete, a sense of relief had just begun to take hold in their hearts. Suddenly! “Bzzz—!!” The vibrator inside Wu Jing—which had been lying dormant—erupted like a thunderclap, vibrating wildly at an extremely frenzied frequency. At the same time, Wu Junya felt a powerful microcurrent surge instantly from the metal anal plug inside her. “Ah—!” Caught off guard, Wu Jing let out a short, sharp scream. The scream stood out starkly in the quiet checkout area, causing customers in front and behind them to turn and stare at the innocent-looking, pretty young girl. “What’s wrong?” the cashier asked, puzzled. “Nothing… it’s nothing… She has a stomachache…” Wu Junya’s face went pale as she desperately steadied her daughter, but she herself was in no better shape. The intense electrical current from her anus, mixed with a tingling vibration, struck directly at her prostate and sensitive nerves. It was a form of internal torment far more devastating than a whip.