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"Aha~ You’ve been much more well-behaved today, haven't you?" Teacher Qiu smiled, kneeling halfway down to gently stroke the cocoon of nylon. With a grunt of "Heave-ho," she gripped the cocoon by the neck and knees, dragging the human-shaped bundle out of the wardrobe, where it had been forced into a cramped, fetal position. Laying the nylon-wrapped figure flat on the floor, Teacher Qiu began to caress it with possessive delight, eliciting soft, muffled whimpers from the figure as her hands roamed. Feeling the large, wet patch between the legs of the nylon, she teased, "Is the little toy out of juice? I’ll have to pick a better battery next time..." With that, she sat down on the figure's stomach. Her left hand held the figure's head steady, while her right hand began to peel away the black fabric, layer by layer, starting from the neck. The first three layers were ultra-sheer black stockings; once those were removed, a face wrapped in nude-colored nylons was revealed. Only after stripping away two more layers did the figure's face finally emerge. "Mmm-wuuu-wuuu!" Freed from the head-binding, the moans escaping the mouth—which had been tightly gagged by black nylon—grew clearer. Due to the multiple layers of hosiery, the woman's face was drenched in sweat, and the nylon at the corners of her mouth was soaked with her own saliva. Teacher Qiu untied the black silk scarf covering the figure’s eyes. The woman revealed a pair of exhausted, weary eyes, and the two locked gazes. They were identical—two Teacher Qius. One lay on the floor, cocooned in fabric like a silkworm, while the other looked refreshed and vibrant, treating the figure before her as nothing more than a trivial pet. "Teacher Qiu" reached for the mineral water on the nightstand, lifting the figure into her arms. "Thirsty, are we? Don't make a sound while I feed you, or you know the consequences~" The cocooned Teacher Qiu could only nod weakly. "Teacher Qiu" slowly untied the knot at the back of her head, removing the first stocking. Beneath it lay a pantyhose-gag, held in place by the crotch of the tights, with the legs tied tightly behind her head. As she removed the sodden pantyhose, the figure's bulging cheeks proved there was more stuffed inside. "Teacher Qiu" calmly inserted her slender fingers, gripping a wad of soaked, nude-colored nylon that reached almost to the back of her throat, along with a pair of black lace panties. Once everything was cleared out, the woman’s mouth was finally empty, though her jaw remained stiff and locked from the prolonged inability to move. "Teacher Qiu" gently massaged her jaw before slowly feeding her water. After resting for a moment, the woman on the floor finally found her voice. "Xiao Yu, what you're doing is a crime... Why are you impersonating me at school? I have no grudge against you. If it's money you want, I can give it to you..." It turned out that the woman bound on the floor was the real Teacher Qiu, while the woman known as Xiao Yu was the mastermind. Xiao Yu stood up, reached under her skirt with a rustle, and peeled off the nude pantyhose she had been wearing for days. She rolled them into a ball; the bundle radiated a humid warmth and a pungent, sweaty scent. Xiao Yu held it up. "Teacher Qiu, I’ve been wearing these for days just for you~ I’m sure you’ll love the scent." The real Teacher Qiu, held by the back of her neck, struggled with her remaining strength. Though she had already climaxed multiple times from the toy between her legs until it ran out of power, she was a lamb for the slaughter in front of Xiao Yu, especially while bound so tightly. "Mmm~ Xiao Yu, what exactly are you trying to do?" "I can't tell you the details," Xiao Yu said, clearly savoring the look of despair on Teacher Qiu's face as she slowly stuffed the ball of nylon back into her mouth. "But soon, one of your students will be here to keep you company~" "Mmm-wuuu-wuuu!" The nylon gag dutifully muffled her cries into incoherent syllables as Xiao Yu re-secured the pantyhose-gag over her lips. She then began to peel the layers of nylon from Teacher Qiu's body. As the bulky layers were stripped away, the woman's full, slender figure was revealed. After removing five thick layers, Teacher Qiu was left in nothing but black lace panties and nude pantyhose, her skin glistening with sweat across her chest, thighs, and back. Her arms were bound behind her back, secured at the biceps, elbows, and wrists with nylon ropes, and her hands were encased in three layers of short, nude stockings, making it impossible to move her fingers. Her lower body was bound in the same fashion, with nylon ropes cinched tightly around her upper thighs, above her knees, and at her ankles. As she unwrapped the nylon, Xiao Yu mischievously stroked the woman's crotch, drawing a series of "Mmm-wuuu" moans. Seeing the pink cl The volume of ejaculate was substantial, already forming a small, viscous pool. Qianli poured the fluid onto the stockings. Xiaoyu rolled the black pantyhose—now soaked in the man’s essence—into a tight ball, then handed the grey pair to Feifei. As the grey stockings absorbed the fluid, they began to emit a faint, pungent scent of semen. Feifei kneaded them thoroughly, ensuring the liquid saturated the synthetic fibers. She then walked over to the unconscious Lisa, lifted her delicate, sleeping face, and shoved the sodden, reeking ball of fabric deep into her mouth. As Lisa’s saliva began to soak through the bundle, the overwhelming stench permeated her entire oral cavity. "Hehe~ I’m sure you’ll absolutely love this special flavor~" Feifei teased as she jammed it in. Qianli followed suit; he even used the bundle of pantyhose to wipe the residual semen and intestinal fluid from his own rod and anus before stuffing it into Anna’s soft, parted lips. The half-face gag that had confined Feifei’s mouth for so long was now forced between Lisa’s lips, the leather straps pulled taut and knotted tightly behind her head. Similarly, a large, solid white ball gag was shoved into Anna’s mouth. With the larger oral structure typical of Western women, Anna could almost swallow the entire sphere, effectively rendering both sisters completely incapable of speech or cries for help. Next came the physical restraint. Both Feifei and Xiaoyu were invigorated by this, having been subjected to such brutal bondage themselves. Feifei hoisted Lisa up; the sleeping woman’s curvaceous body, encased in a sexy, cut-out black bodysuit and ultra-sheer pantyhose, was a vision of pure temptation. Her long, powerful Western legs were perfectly hugged by the nylon, and the ten toes of her feet looked even more slender and rounded. After all, this was the first time they had the opportunity to toy with actual foreign beauties. They decided to use the leather gear and ropes already on hand. Feifei saw no need for anything else; the leather restraint suit they had previously worn would fit Lisa perfectly. "You know, this restraint gear is actually quite innovative. I should pick up a few sets for our other 'meat' back home," Feifei remarked. She pulled the suit onto Lisa, forced her arms behind her back into the tight binding bag, and proceeded to cinch every strap, pulling them taut until they were locked and knotted. Meanwhile, Qianli folded Anna’s legs backward, pressing her grey-stockinged heels against her buttocks. He used black nylon rope to bind her ankles to her thighs, then lashed her hands to her folded-back ankles. Just then, Xiaoyu emerged from the room, pushing two restraint stands—black leather bases fitted with a "T-shaped" metal frame. It seemed the sisters had prepared quite the arsenal for their games, only to have it turned against them. "Use these. There are plenty of other toys in the room, too. We have a lot of questions to ask them later~" Xiaoyu said, setting the stands on the floor and tossing two Italian passports onto the table. "Heh, perfect. I’m quite fond of interrogation games myself," Feifei replied, eager to bind the sisters and toy with them mercilessly. She sat Lisa up against the metal frame, using ropes to lash her shoulders, waist, and abdomen to the support, fixing her body firmly in place. Her alluring black-stockinged legs were folded backward, ankles tied to her thighs. Lisa was now a helpless "meat pillar," kneeling on her knees, unable to move an inch. Anna was secured in a similar fashion, her grey-stockinged knees pressed against the soft leather base. The two sisters, one in black silk and one in grey, were lined up side-by-side on the restraint stands, their heads hanging low. Lisa wore her seductive lace bodysuit, while Anna was in a deep red lingerie set. Notably, because she had been wearing a dildo, the crotch of Anna’s stockings had been torn into a circular hole, the fabric around it damp with her own nectar. Seeing the two beautiful, silk-clad bodies bound like this, Qianli felt a surge of lust; his rod, already swollen and sensitive from his earlier release, began to stiffen again. He rushed over, kneading Anna’s soft breasts with one hand while stroking his own throbbing member with the other. The silky, numbing sensation of his black-fingered gloves nearly drove him to release again. "No, no, that would be such a waste..." he muttered, forcing himself to stop. Xiaoyu sat on the sofa, kicked off her black high heels, and propped her slender, sheer-stockinged feet on the table. Her rounded toes curled slightly, creating tiny wrinkles in the smooth, glossy fabric. The sheer material left nothing to the imagination, revealing the delicate blue veins and fine capillaries of her fair, tender feet. "Alright, let’s punish these two naughty little girls a bit. Use whatever you want from the room; I’m sure you both have plenty of pent-up frustration to vent~" "Exactly what I had in mind~" Feifei said, heading toward the room and beckoning Qianli. "Qianli-chan, go find some underwear to put on. Don't let that thing of yours just swing around out here..." "Guh-mmph!" Lisa was the first to regain consciousness. She stared in disbelief at the ropes crisscrossing her body. Her hands were trapped in the binding bag behind her back, unable to move a fraction. No matter how she twisted her black-stockinged feet, they remained locked against her buttocks; she was a human pillar fixed to the frame. It seemed the very restraints used on Feifei were now being returned to her tenfold. Struggling was futile. The vibrator fixed at her crotch provided just the right amount of stimulation, forcing a seductive moan from her lips and making it impossible to focus on escaping. The original-flavor, semen-soaked pantyhose in her mouth began to take effect; a foul, salty-sour stench flooded her senses, making her eyes roll back in nausea. It was a mixture of Qianli’s semen and Feifei’s nectar—a double dose of humiliation. Soon, Anna woke up, her situation no better than her sister’s. Both sisters moaned, twisting their bound bodies and glaring at Xiaoyu, who sat on the sofa, legs crossed, watching them with a playful smirk. Xiaoyu took a sip of her drink, fiddling with the controller for her own bodysuit. "Mmm-wuuu!!!" Anna shook her head. She never imagined that after having Xiaoyu completely under their control, the woman would turn the tables and leave them as prisoners. The vibration between her legs intensified her pleasure; she had already climaxed once while using the dildo on Qianli, making her body hypersensitive—far less resilient than her sister’s. "Yo, you’re awake~" Feifei and Qianli returned from the room. Feifei held a long, thin horsewhip with a flat, square tip. Qianli had put on a lace-up thong beneath his crotchless black bodysuit, the thin fabric accentuating his bulge, and he held a red, heart-shaped leather paddle. Seeing the two beauties awake, their eyes filled with resentment and misery, both Feifei and Qianli felt a rush of excitement. *Snap!* *Snap!* "Mmm-ngh!" "Wuu-ah!" Feifei’s whip landed on the soles of Lisa’s black-stockinged feet, the sound crisp as the lash met the tender flesh. Lisa’s feet tensed, her toes curling tightly. Qianli’s paddle struck Anna’s grey-stockinged buttocks, causing her entire body to shudder. The sound and pain were more intense, clearly reflecting Qianli’s resentment over being drained earlier. "What’s wrong? You were so arrogant before, why so quiet now?" Feifei gripped Lisa’s chin, whispering insults while raining lashes down on her body—her feet, buttocks, inner thighs, and even the breasts encased in lace. Each strike made Lisa’s body convulse; she could only bite down on the foul-smelling stockings in her mouth, enduring the pleasure between her legs and the stinging pain of the whip. Anna fared no better. Qianli focused his paddle on her buttocks, but he had torn away her deep red bra, kneading her breasts relentlessly. The combination of the tingling sensation in her chest and the fiery pain on her backside was too much. Anna was the first to break. "Mmm-wuuu-wuuu!" As her body shuddered violently, a flood of nectar soaked through her panties and stockings. "Hmph, if I don’t make you climax a few more times, it wouldn’t be worth all the energy you drained from me!" Qianli said, reaching into her torn stockings to fondle her sensitive nub, then dipping his fingers into her hot, flowing flower to smear the nectar under Anna’s nose. "Hhh-hhh..." Anna panted, the reeking stockings in her mouth and the scent of her own nectar filling her senses, leaving her feeling utterly humiliated. Tears streamed down her flushed, beautiful face. "Guh-ah-wuu!" Lisa was being whipped repeatedly across her black-stockinged crotch. The thin fabric offered no protection, and the sensitive flesh, assaulted by both pleasure and pain, soon surrendered just like Anna’s. "Mmm-wuuu!" A long, high-pitched moan escaped her, her eyes wide as her body spasmed, soaking a large patch of her stockings. Both beauties had been reduced to such a pathetic state before their captors. Feifei leaned in, a vengeful smile on her face. She reached out and traced her fingers along the black-stockinged feet protruding behind Lisa’s buttocks, tickling the soles. "Wuu-ah, mmm-ngh! Mmm-ngh-ngh!" Lisa let out a strange, stifled moan. No matter how she twisted her feet, she couldn't escape Feifei’s touch. The unbearable tickling forced her into a fit of laughter-like moans. Her face turned bright red, and she grew weak, her chest heaving as she struggled for air. The two women, who had been as arrogant as queens only moments ago, now hung their heads, their lower bodies a muddy mess, whimpering like kittens. Feifei and Qianli were immensely satisfied. They untied the ropes, cleared the table, and laid the sisters out side-by-side, facing Xiaoyu. Having just climaxed, Lisa and Anna were too exhausted to resist, and their tight bindings made any struggle impossible. They could only writhe like insects. Qianli knelt on the carpet and mounted Anna. Even though her high-end pantyhose had a hole torn in them, they hadn't run. Qianli thrust his rod through the gap into her wet flower. Despite having released so much earlier, the sight of such a beauty was too much to resist. "Mmm-wuuu!" Anna moaned as she was pounded against the table, Qianli’s rhythmic thrusting relentless. Xiaoyu even stepped on Anna’s delicate face with her sheer-stockinged foot, admiring her humiliated expression. On the other side, Feifei donned the dildo Anna had used, caressing Lisa’s tender body and tearing a hole in her stockings. She knelt, enjoying the pleasure between the two women. Both sisters were hypersensitive from their recent climaxes, and the violent thrusting brought a mix of pain and pleasure that left them desperate. Feifei and Qianli kept up the pace—one with flesh, one with silicone—keeping the sisters in a constant state of moaning. Xiaoyu, sitting on the sofa, watched the show, stepping on both their faces with her sheer-clad feet, occasionally curling her toes to pinch their noses, forcing them to inhale the scent of her feet. She had changed into these stockings just before arriving, so they carried no odor, only a faint, feminine fragrance—a final touch of humiliation for the foreign sisters. "F**k! F**k! F**k!" Qianli mimicked the words Anna had used when she was on top of him, feeling a surge of triumph as he watched her writhe beneath him. "You wanted to bind me? You wanted to drug me? Taste the power of this lady!!!" Feifei continued to whisper insults to Lisa, her movements relentless. The four of them continued until everyone was drenched in sweat and had reached their own release... The room echoed with heavy breathing. Lisa and Anna were so exhausted they didn't even have the strength to twitch their toes. They lay there like limp, curled shrimp, oblivious to Xiaoyu’s feet resting near their faces. The table was slick with nectar and white fluid. Feifei and Qianli sat on the sofa, drained of energy, snacking on food scavenged from the fridge. Feifei’s stockings were torn at the crotch, stained wet, and the shared dildo lay beside the sisters, coated in fluids. Xiaoyu pulled her feet back, placed the large dildo on the table, and grabbed Lisa’s chin, which was still encased in the leather mask. "Now, I’ll remove your gag. You only need to answer my questions. If you scream or lie, you know what happens~" "Mmm-wuuu," Lisa nodded weakly. After the series of "training," she was physically and mentally spent, her lower parts swollen and raw. She just wanted to tell the truth. The straps behind her head were undone one by one. The foul, saliva-drenched ball gag fell from her mouth, followed by the reeking, sodden ball of pantyhose. Xiaoyu wouldn't even touch it, letting Lisa spit it onto the floor. "First, are you kidnappers?" "Cough, cough... No, that was just for fun..." Lisa replied, sounding shy, as if being a kidnapper was nothing compared to the humiliation she had just endured. "Second, who exactly are you?" "Wow, Miss Bingyue, this outfit really suits you," Xiaoyu said, feigning admiration as she circled around Bingyue twice. "Hehe, you're too kind..." Bingyue replied, looking slightly bashful. "Well then, please follow me. A beauty has already delivered your props." Xiaoyu led the way, her other hand sliding into her pocket to discreetly fondle a small, remote-like device. As they walked through the office, Xiaoyu teased, "So, what happens if Miss Bingyue fails to break free from the ropes later?" "Hehe, that’s impossible," Bingyue chuckled, rubbing her black-stockinged palms together as if adjusting to the sensation of the gloves. "If you can't break free, then you'll have to let me do whatever I want with you, alright? Hahaha~" Xiaoyu brought up the bet Bingyue had made at the bar, framing it as a joke. "Hehe~" Bingyue giggled, pursing her lips. "Sure~" They arrived at a room set up like a small stage. A dozen employees in shirts and skirts were already seated; Xiaoyu had summoned them as an audience. A large trunk Bingyue had sent over sat at the edge of the two-tier stage, and a glass cabinet, waist-high and seemingly prepared for the magic act, stood on the other side. The employees stared with curiosity, clearly taken by how provocatively Bingyue was dressed. Once on stage, Xiaoyu announced, "Today’s performance is an escape act. It’s just a rehearsal, so please keep what you see and hear to yourselves, understood?" After the female employees nodded in unison, Xiaoyu turned to Bingyue. "Miss Bingyue, we can begin now~" Bingyue nodded and opened her trunk, pulling out coils of white cotton rope. She was about to ask if any audience members wanted to participate, but Xiaoyu snatched the ropes from her hands. "Miss Bingyue, I have some experience with this. Let me handle it. Just let me know if I tie it too tight." "Oh... no problem..." Xiaoyu smiled deviously, draping the soft white rope over Bingyue’s shoulders. She wound it down the black-stockinged arms until she reached the wrists, then pulled them back, binding them behind her spine and yanking them upward, threading the rope through the back of her neck. "Unh~" Bingyue let out a sharp gasp as her arms were pulled into a painful position. "Miss Bingyue, is it too tight?" Xiaoyu paused, feigning concern. "N-no... it's fine..." "Then I'll continue~" Xiaoyu suppressed a laugh as she looked at Bingyue’s arms, now locked in an 'X' shape behind her back. She crossed the rope over her wrists, then pulled it tightly across the sides of her arms, cinching it above and below the chest encased in the leotard. She finished with a knot behind her back. The leotard had already been snug, but under Xiaoyu’s tightening, her breasts were pushed into a fuller, more prominent shape, with the two nipples forming distinct, hardened points against the fabric. Once the arms were secured to her body, Xiaoyu’s hands moved with practiced agility, threading the rope through her shoulders and armpits, tightening every loop until Bingyue’s upper body was bound in a severe, intricate 'five-flower' tie. The soft cotton rope sank deep into the black silk covering her arms. Bingyue felt a wave of dizziness. Was this what Xiaoyu called 'having experience'? It felt more like she was being bound until she couldn't breathe. But it was too late to protest; these were her own props, and she figured she could still break free—it would just take more effort. Just as Bingyue thought the binding was sufficient, Xiaoyu patted her shoulder. "Miss Bingyue, please sit cross-legged on the floor. Your silk-clad feet are so nimble, I really must restrict them too~" "Aha, of course..." With no other choice, Bingyue was dragged behind the glass cabinet to sit cross-legged. The cabinet, which could hold one person, had five glass sides with the back left open. As Bingyue sat, her black-stockinged calves crossed. Xiaoyu thoughtfully removed her high heels and placed them aside, then used the rope to bind her crossed ankles tightly. She pulled the line up to connect with the chest binding, forcing Bingyue’s waist to arch forward before tying it off. Bingyue was now trussed in a complete, restrictive cross-legged bind. "Unh... is this enough now?" Bingyue frowned. She hadn't expected such a serious, harsh binding; it seemed the money of the wealthy wasn't so easily earned. The office girls in the audience were stunned; their boss had tied the magician so thoroughly she couldn't even move a toe. "Hmm~" Xiaoyu walked behind Bingyue and crouched down, out of sight. Her hand dipped into her pocket and pulled out a ball of black pantyhose. It was wrinkled and pungent—a pair of holey stockings Xiaoyu had worn for days after that night at the bar. Before Bingyue could react, Xiaoyu shoved the sour, sweaty mass into her mouth. It filled her oral cavity completely. The experienced Xiaoyu knew Bingyue would try to use her tongue to push it out, so she pressed two fingers firmly against Bingyue’s lips to hold the gag in place. The movement was so swift the audience couldn't tell exactly what had been shoved into those red lips; they only saw Bingyue shaking her head in resistance, emitting muffled, desperate groans while trying to push away the hand pressed against her mouth. Bingyue was horrified. The gag was saturated with the scent of leather heels, foot sweat, and fermented fabric—a triple-threat of stench that nearly made her retch. She recognized the texture instantly; she knew exactly how silk felt against skin. But to be gagged with a pair of sweat-drenched, worn-out stockings? She had never heard of such a thing. Was this the corporate culture of this textile company? "Mmmph-mmph-mmph!" With Xiaoyu’s fingers pinning the gag, she couldn't spit it out. And there was no chance to, because Xiaoyu produced a red, solid ball gag from behind her, wedging it between Bingyue’s teeth. She tightened the leather straps against her cheeks and buckled them behind her head. *Why would she have a ball gag?* Bingyue thought, feeling humiliated and toyed with. The audience was equally confused, waiting for an explanation for why a magic show required gags and fabric balls. "Don't be alarmed, everyone. This magician is a friend of mine, I'm just playing a little prank on her~" Xiaoyu said, pushing Bingyue into the glass cabinet. "Miss Bingyue, I’m just worried about that silver tongue of yours. I thought I'd add a little difficulty—it shouldn't be too hard for you, right? I’ll apologize properly once you break free. If you're not satisfied, I'll quadruple your pay~" Xiaoyu chuckled, ignoring Bingyue’s glare. "Mmmph-mmph-mmph!!!" The mention of quadruple pay silenced Bingyue’s urge to quit. She had to see this through. The rest was simple. Xiaoyu picked up an opaque red cloth. "I’ll give her three minutes once I cover the cabinet. Everyone, please keep time. If she escapes, she succeeds; if not, then..." Xiaoyu trailed off, draping the cloth over the cabinet and completely obscuring Bingyue. The audience began to whisper, "The boss tied her so tight, I don't think she can get out in three minutes..." "I bet she can..." Some pulled out their phones to time her. Xiaoyu glanced at her phone, smiled, and slid her left hand into her pocket, pressing the small controller. "Mmmph-mmph-mmph!" Inside the cabinet, Bingyue groaned, straining with her bound hands to pull at the ropes. The beauty of prop rope was its softness; with enough sustained force, it would stretch and loosen. That was why she was confident. But as she tried to exert force, something strange happened. She couldn't summon any strength. It wasn't just weakness; it was as if her entire body was locked. No matter how hard she tried to struggle, everything below her neck refused to obey. She was paralyzed, as if turned to stone. Her bound hands, her trussed legs, even her toes—she couldn't control a single muscle. She was a living, breathing, seductive statue. *The stockings,* she realized. *It was the stockings.* Why had Xiaoyu insisted she wear this specific outfit? It had to be the cause. The money, the ropes, the gag—did this woman want her act to fail this badly? Bingyue had been naive to think it was just a prank. "Tick-tock." "Three minutes are up. Let’s see if our beautiful magician has broken free~" Xiaoyu put her phone away and, before the expectant crowd, whipped off the red cloth. "Mmmph-mmph!" Bingyue remained perfectly trussed in the cabinet, exactly as she had been when covered. She glared at Xiaoyu, her eyes burning with indignation. "Oh dear, she didn't get out..." "I told you, it was impossible..." As the audience whispered, Xiaoyu announced, "Everyone, back to work. Since the magician failed, we might cancel or change the program. Just head back to your desks, alright?" The office girls slowly filed out. Xiaoyu crouched down, pretending to untie the knots, and rested her hand on Bingyue’s black-stockinged thigh. "Mmmph-mmph-mmph!" The silk was as soft as ever. With the audience gone, Xiaoyu didn't bother hiding her touch, stroking Bingyue’s leg. "These 'memory stockings' are truly useful, Miss Bingyue. Can you feel how you can't move a muscle?~" "Mmmph!" Bingyue shook her head furiously. *Memory stockings?* It was definitely this woman's doing. "Still sound asleep, aren't you?" Ye Xizhi’s lips curled into a graceful, predatory arc. She picked up a crumpled pair of black pantyhose, rolled them into a tight ball, and pried open the sleeping beauty’s lips, shoving the fabric deep into her mouth. The sudden intrusion jolted the woman awake. "Mmmph—wha—mmph-mmph!" Her protests were quickly stifled as Ye Xizhi stuffed the entire length of the pantyhose into her oral cavity. Before the woman could recover, Ye grabbed a pair of thick, nude-colored stockings, wedged the crotch area between her lips, and wrapped the legs around her head three times before pulling them into a tight knot. The woman on the bed finally realized her predicament, reaching out from under the covers to shove away the strange, dark shadow looming over her. Still groggy and physically disoriented, she was no match for Ye Xizhi. After a few frantic, weak shoves, her wrists were seized and bound together with the long, nude stockings, which were then tied firmly to the headboard. "Mmmph-mmph!" "Don't waste your energy, Mrs. Han Yun." Ye Xizhi was well-versed in handling such young socialites. She stood up, grabbed the duvet covering Han Yun, and flipped it over her head and torso. This not only restricted her breathing and dampened her struggle but also muffled the muffled cries emanating from her mouth. Han Yun’s lower body, clad in a silk nightgown, remained exposed; her legs, encased in grey leggings, kicked wildly, causing her hem to ride up and reveal the crotch of her hosiery. Ye Xizhi acted with lightning speed, gripping Han Yun’s left ankle with one hand while tickling the sole of her foot with the other. "Mmm-hmmm-hahaha!" Han Yun, shrouded under the quilt, convulsed, her laughter and screams blending into a garbled, muffled mess, filtered into insignificance by the gag and the heavy fabric. Once Han Yun had exhausted herself into a state of limp surrender, Ye Xizhi pulled her ankles together and bound them tightly with another pair of black pantyhose. Leaving Han Yun to writhe helplessly on the bed, Ye began rummaging through the room, eventually uncovering a black card hidden in a secret compartment of the vanity. Han Yun watched the strange woman in leather, now holding the black card, straddle her waist once more. She felt a surge of cold dread. "I can remove the gag so you can speak, but if you say anything you shouldn't, or if you give me the wrong information..." Ye traced the edge of the black card across Han Yun’s skin, "I have all night to show you exactly what it feels like to wish you were dead." "Mmmph." Han Yun knew she was at the mercy of a predator. It was clear this person had come prepared; the target was the black card, which held the illicit funds she and her husband had embezzled from the company over the years. Han Yun tilted her head back, signaling for the woman to remove the gag. Ye Xizhi loosened the knot, pulling the sodden, saliva-soaked ball of nylon from her mouth, warning, "Cooperate, and you won't be harmed." Ye remained on high alert, ready to shove the fabric back into her throat at the slightest sign of defiance. "Cough, cough..." Seeing that the gag was her own used hosiery—even if washed—made Han Yun feel nauseous. She licked her dry lips. "The password is 350350..." Upon hearing this, Ye Xizhi unzipped her leather jacket, pulled a thin, card-sized terminal from an inner pocket, and entered the card number and password to verify its authenticity. Watching the woman check the credentials on the device, Han Yun panicked. "W-wait, I was wrong, the real password is 530530..." ... Ten minutes later, Ye Xizhi exited the room, stepped into her familiar high heels, and clicked the door shut behind her. Han Yun remained tightly restrained on the bed. Her hands were pulled above her head, wrists bound to the headboard with stockings, with an extra layer of hosiery cinched around her elbows for good measure. Her lower body was similarly immobilized, with stockings reinforcing her knees and ankles. Unlike before, her grey leggings had been pulled down to mid-thigh. Ye Xizhi had fashioned a makeshift g-string out of nude stockings, tucking Han Yun’s own phone—set to vibrate—deep against her exposed, parted flesh, and wedged a pair of rolled-up long stockings between her labia. Her head was even more severely restricted; not only were her lips gagged with several pairs of stockings, but her eyes were also blindfolded with black nylon. Her own purple lace panties, which had been discarded earlier, were now pulled over her head, the crotch pressed firmly against her nose so she was forced to inhale her own scent, layered under five additional pairs of her own stockings. Her head was now a literal "stocking ball." She could only emit muffled, whimpering moans, driven by the rhythmic vibrations of the phone and the friction of the stockings against her sensitive walls. Ye Xizhi had done her research; Han Yun’s husband was away on business and wouldn't return until morning, so there was no risk to her life—just a small, lingering punishment. ... The next day, Ye Xizhi watched the news report: "XX Company Manager Exposed for Embezzlement, Funds Recovered by 'Night Vigilante'..." She sat at her computer, splitting the money from the black card into several anonymous donations to orphanages and foundations across the country. By night, she used her unique skills to rob the rich and aid the poor, known to the world as the "Night Vigilante." By day, she was just an ordinary office worker. Her targets were always those who were corrupt and greedy. Her exceptional athletic ability and hacking skills made this "side job" convenient. After striking a region a few times, she would move on to the next. This time, her target was Lier, the "Platinum Heiress," a young woman who had founded a massive multinational corporation but whose accounts were filled with suspicious, multi-million dollar transactions. Lier, however, was completely unaware she was being hunted, as she was currently busy with some forbidden play with her head maid, Tasia. Dressed in a dark green Victorian-style gown, Lier sat on the edge of the bed, looking noble and elegant. She was called the "Platinum Heiress" for her long, shimmering silver hair, which glowed with an untouchable, princess-like radiance. Her head maid, Tasia, knelt before her, her hands—clad in long silk gloves—clasped behind her back, bound tightly at the wrists, elbows, and upper arms by black leather straps. Despite the restraints, she maintained a perfect, composed posture in her ruffled white apron and black maid uniform. "My Lady..." Tasia shifted uncomfortably, "Should we perhaps try a more traditional rope-binding technique?" "Leather restraints are fast and efficient. Why bother with such archaic things?" "But..." Tasia started to argue. "Quiet!" Lier snapped, displeased. She lifted her left leg, encased in a black lace stocking, out of her small leather heel, and pressed her silk-clad sole directly against Tasia’s fair, delicate cheek, silencing her. The effects of the truth serum were still lingering, so Xiao Qing asked directly, "Xiao Yu, tell me everything you know about the organization!" Xiao Yu’s pale, crimson lips parted slightly. "In... your... dreams..." Her mental fortitude was immense; despite the serum having mostly worn off, she had regained almost total control over her body, even though she remained physically weak from the electric shocks and the vibrator. Seeing that Xiao Yu remained stubborn, Xiao Qing didn't waste any more words. Dong Wen, understanding her intent, used both hands to force Xiao Yu’s mouth open, allowing Xiao Qing to shove the ball of urine-soaked pantyhose—formed by stuffing her own panties into the crotch of her stockings—deep into Xiao Yu’s mouth. "Mmmph-hnggg! Mmm-mph!" Xiao Yu frowned in humiliation, lacking the strength to resist. The pungent, ammonia-heavy stench of urine surged into her throat, making her nauseous and desperate to gag. She couldn't believe such a foul-smelling excretion was her own. It was twice as concentrated as any pair of "worn-in" stockings she had ever sold; the mix of acrid urine, foot sweat, and the musky, fishy scent of her own vaginal secretions left her dizzy and reeling. Xiao Qing then produced a roll of black tape. After pressing Xiao Yu’s lips tightly together, she wrapped the tape around them layer after layer. While not static-cling tape, it was incredibly adhesive. Xiao Qing wound it tightly, sealing the stench of the stockings inside so not a single molecule could escape, ensuring Xiao Yu would be forced to savor the full, suffocating aroma of her own fluids. While Xiao Qing finished gagging her, Dong Wen took a clean, damp towel to wipe away the urine staining Xiao Yu’s private parts. Thankfully, no one entered the women's restroom; otherwise, they would have seen a beautiful woman splayed out on the vanity, bound and helpless, her legs spread to reveal a swollen mound, while a "thoughtful" policewoman meticulously cleaned every wet inch of her lower body. *** "The lab results are in..." Dong Wen entered the interrogation room holding a report. Xiao Yu sat on the chair, her lower body cleaned, though she remained bound. The upper-body restraints were unchanged, but the officers had replaced her lower-body attire with a fresh pair of sheer, flesh-colored pantyhose. Leaving her completely exposed was impractical, and since the precinct issued high-quality stockings to the female officers, Xiao Qing had simply opened a pair to cover Xiao Yu’s shame. She wore nothing but that thin layer of nylon, which clung tightly to her delicate flower. The officers had also used hemp rope to bind her ankles over the stockings. Dong Wen leaned in to whisper to Xiao Qing, handing her the report. "The handkerchief Xiao Yu used tested negative for everything. Only traces of women's perfume..." "What...?" Xiao Qing looked surprised, her eyes darting toward Xiao Yu. "Not a single trace of a controlled substance?" "Mmm-heheh~" Xiao Yu offered a calm smile. Even with her upper body bound and her legs encased in sheer nylon, she likely guessed what the report contained—the handkerchief she had been holding earlier. It was a pity for them; it was a highly volatile, proprietary compound developed by her organization, one that decomposed and lost its potency upon prolonged exposure to air. They had clearly hoped to use the evidence to force a confession, but the drug had completely evaporated. The handkerchief was now just a piece of fabric, utterly useless. She realized the officers had likely just grabbed her by chance, mistaking her for a target, and had no actual evidence of her crimes. They were just bluffing, throwing out details about recent disappearances to rattle her into revealing the organization's secrets. It was a tactic she had seen before, though she couldn't quite recall when. "Snap!" Xiao Qing slammed the report onto the table in front of Xiao Yu. "You’re a clever one, aren't you, Miss Trafficker..." "Mmmph-mph!" Xiao Yu twisted her arms, which were aching from the prolonged binding. Her smile seemed to say: *Stupid cop, if you know that, why haven't you let me go yet?* "But!" Xiao Qing reached out and pinched Xiao Yu’s chin. "Don't think we'll let you off that easily. You won't leave here until you spill everything about your organization!" Her sense of justice was burning; she was determined to dismantle the group that threatened the safety of so many women. "Mmmph!" Xiao Yu turned her head away in defiance. As long as they couldn't convict her, she had a chance to escape, assume a new identity in another city, and continue her trade—perhaps even exact revenge on these two detestable officers. "It seems you haven't seen what this pair of 'policewoman sisters' is truly capable of~" Dong Wen pulled several black implements from a leather bag. They were smooth, wearable rubber dildos, each nearly as thick as an infant’s arm. The officer in black stockings approached with a circular leather mouth gag. She ripped off the tape that had been sealing Xiao Yu’s lips, and Xiao Yu hurriedly spat out the foul-smelling ball of stockings. "You’ll regret doing this to me... Mmm-ha-mph! Ahhh~" "Noisy!" Before Xiao Yu could finish, Dong Wen impatiently strapped the circular leather gag onto her face. The straps pulled tight against her cheeks, the hard rubber ring wedged between her teeth, preventing her from closing her mouth or uttering a single clear syllable. She could only drool and let out muffled, rhythmic gasps. The two beautiful officers began to strip off their own lower-body garments. Dong Wen removed her black uniform skirt, and Xiao Qing her tailored trousers. Their legs—one pair in black stockings, the other in flesh-toned—clad in high heels, were now fully exposed to Xiao Yu’s view. Beneath Dong Wen’s black stockings was a pair of sky-blue panties, while Xiao Qing’s flesh-toned ones hid olive-green briefs. Their legs, toned from rigorous training, were not only athletic but possessed a strange, magnetic allure. Had she not been in this position, Xiao Yu might have actually enjoyed the view. The leather-strapped dildos creaked as the officers held them. Each grabbed one, bent their knees, and strapped the thick, rigid shafts between their thighs. The leather harnesses pulled tight against their hips, tied securely behind their waists, causing the black phalluses to stand erect. They were crude, realistic toys, complete with defined mushroom heads and raised, pulsating veins. With the dildos bobbing between their legs, the two officers closed in on Xiao Yu. "Mmmph-mph!" Xiao Yu could only struggle in vain. "It’s been a while since we had an opportunity like this. The last few prisoners were too obedient; it wasn't any fun at all~" It was clearly not their first time. They flipped Xiao Yu face-down over the chair. Xiao Qing grabbed Xiao Yu’s bound ankles and feet, folding her legs back to pin her in place, while Dong Wen held her head steady. With the gag forcing her mouth wide open, drool leaking shamefully from her lips, Dong Wen didn't hesitate. She shoved the slick, thick dildo straight into Xiao Yu’s mouth, the shaft forcing its way past the gag and deep into her throat. "Mmm-huff-ah~" Xiao Yu couldn't resist; her tongue was crushed flat. Simultaneously, Xiao Qing spread Xiao Yu’s legs. The thin, sheer nylon offered no protection. The veteran officer tore through the crotch of the stockings, using the dildo to slap and tease Xiao Yu’s delicate petals before thrusting it straight inside. "Mmm-guh-ha~ Mmm-huff-ah~ Guh-huff~" Xiao Yu’s brows furrowed as she writhed and struggled. She was nothing more than a human toy for the two officers to vent their wild, pent-up desires. With both her mouth and her core filled by the cold, massive, unyielding shafts, she felt a crushing sense of humiliation. Dong Wen thrust her hips, driving the black dildo in and out of Xiao Yu’s mouth; the shaft, coated in her own saliva, scraped against her inner cheeks, forcing a look of agony onto her face. The officer relished the sight, occasionally pulling the toy out only to slap it against Xiao Yu’s cheeks, smearing her own saliva back onto her face in a display of utter degradation. Xiao Qing was equally lost in the pleasure of the torment, each thrust driving deep into the heart of Xiao Yu’s flower. She could feel Xiao Yu’s body convulsing violently with every movement, her toes curling tightly against the sheer nylon of her stockings as she reached her limit. Xiaoyin shyly slipped off his pants, revealing slender legs encased in black pantyhose, while his crotch was covered by a pair of pure white lace panties that didn't belong to him. These were the intimate garments of his upperclassmen, saturated with their sweat; the pantyhose had been worn by one of them for three or Yi stood up, walked over, and gave Wei—who was slumped over the table—a gentle nudge. No response; Wei was still fast asleep. “Wei, come on—it’s not good to fall asleep here, you know~” Speaking as if Wei’s deep sleep had nothing to do with her, Yue helped Wei up and laid her on the sofa ahead. Gazing at Wei’s peaceful, sleeping face, Yue sat down beside her, slipped off her pristine white slippers, and revealed her feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings that shimmered with a subtle sheen. As the daughter of a major corporation’s CEO, Yue naturally wore high-quality, luxury pantyhose. She slipped her hand under the hem of her skirt, gripped the waistband, and slowly pulled the sheer, flesh-colored pantyhose down her legs, pulling them all the way down to her toes until the entire pair was off. Yet Ying’s pure, jade-like feet remained shrouded in a hazy, silky glow—she was wearing more than just one pair of stockings. The sheer pantyhose were slightly wrinkled and still retained her warm body heat. She then removed another pair of flesh-colored pantyhose and a pair of flesh-colored knee-highs. Her legs felt much lighter; Yue curled her slender feet—still wrapped in the sheer stockings—and slipped them back into her slippers. “Wei, don’t blame me,” she said, gazing at Wei’s peaceful sleeping face as she balled up the first pair of flesh-colored pantyhose. “It’s all for the Light Music Club!” She pried open Wei’s small, pink lips and shoved the balled-up pantyhose into her mouth. After being exposed to all sorts of naughty videos these past few days, Yu had practically become a know-it-all veteran otaku; naturally, she intended to “treat” everyone in the Light Music Club in her own favorite way. “Mmm…” Yui, still fast asleep, let out a few indistinct moans, her brows furrowing slightly as if the pantyhose were pressing against the back of her throat, causing her discomfort. The flesh-colored pantyhose nearly filled Yui’s mouth; a sliver of the pantyhose’s flesh-colored fabric peeked out from her round, parted lips, only to be immediately stuffed with a pantyhose gag made from another pair, The two legs of the pantyhose were tightly wrapped around her head twice before being pulled back and tied in a knot. This was a gagging technique Yue had picked up from certain movies. How to put it? Seeing Wei’s little mouth holding her own flesh-colored pantyhose, Yue felt a wave of inexplicable excitement, as if Wei had licked her all over—from the crotch of the pantyhose, up her thighs, down her calves, and all the way down her lower body. With her mouth gagged, Yue rolled Wei over on the sofa, binding her hands—still clad in her navy blue school blazer—behind her back, palms facing each other. Then, she wrapped two flesh-colored stockings around her elbows and wrists, respectively, and tied them off. The high-quality stockings turned into sturdy ropes with just a slight tug; Yue wrapped them horizontally and then threaded them vertically between her hands, tying them into a secure cross knot. Once the binding was complete, Yue helped Wei sit up and slipped the thick cotton coat she’d brought to keep warm over her. Since Yue was slightly taller than Wei, the coat fit perfectly. Yui’s hands, clasped behind her back, were virtually invisible beneath the loose, long-hemmed cotton coat. Yue fastened the buttons at the front one by one, then tucked the two empty sleeves into the coat’s pockets. To an outsider, Wei would look like just an ordinary girl tucking her hands into her pockets to keep warm on a cold day—even though her mouth was tightly gagged with flesh-colored pantyhose. But there was a solution to this as well. Yue took Wei’s light pink scarf and wrapped it around her neck, loop after loop, covering not only her neck but also the small mouth stuffed with the flesh-colored pantyhose. then put the hood of the cotton jacket on Yui, hiding her tightly closed eyes beneath the brim. This sort of outfit was quite common in cold weather, and since there was practically no one on campus at the moment, there was no need to worry about being spotted and arousing suspicion. Since Wei hadn’t been coming to the club room lately, she hadn’t brought the guitar she usually carried to school today, which actually saved Yue some trouble. He put on the thick coat Wei had been wearing earlier; though it was a bit short, it didn’t matter. After tidying up a bit, she wrapped her arm around Wei’s waist and helped her to her feet. Don’t let her status as a wealthy young lady fool you—she possessed strength completely out of proportion to her petite frame, so dragging Wei along like this was a breeze. The two walked smoothly down the hallway in front of the classroom to the shoe rack. Ying set Wei down, first slipping the school-issued brown leather shoes onto Wei’s small feet clad in black tights, and then putting her own shoes on her slender feet in flesh-colored stockings. The two continued walking slowly out of the school gates. Outside the campus, Yui’s butler, Ando, had been waiting for quite some time in his black sedan. Yui pushed the still-unconscious Yui into the back seat. Yui straightened Wei’s body and fastened her seatbelt. Ando, an elderly man with graying hair, had been watching the young girl and his young mistress the entire time. As the most loyal servant of the Kinbuki family, he naturally knew what questions to ask and what not to ask, and he trusted his young mistress absolutely. “Mr. Ando, please drive.” Yui was just about to roll up the window. “Oh my, Yui-chan, aren’t you heading home yet at this late hour?” Just then, Manabe Kazuha emerged from the school grounds. With her short reddish-brown hair and rimless glasses, she was not only the student council president but also Yui’s close friend. “Uh, yeah, I got held up by something…” Yui gave an awkward smile; right now, she just wanted Ando to start the car and get them out of there as soon as possible. “Huh?” Kazumi tilted her head slightly and peered into the car, but the tinted windows, rolled up halfway, prevented her from seeing the person in the passenger seat clearly. “I saw you come out with—Yui, right? Is that Yui in there?” “Ah, no—it’s just a friend of mine. She wasn’t feeling well, so I’m giving her a ride. That’s all. Bye-bye~” Yue waved at Ando somewhat flustered, urging him to start the car. “Oh~ Well, bye-bye~” He didn’t press the matter further. Watching the car drive slowly away, he paused to think for a moment. Although the person in the thick, padded coat had a figure somewhat similar to Wei’s, he hadn’t seen her face clearly—he must have mistaken her for someone else. Having completed the task the teacher had assigned, He turned and headed home in the other direction. “Phew, phew~” Supporting Yui all the way out hadn’t made him break a sweat, but those few minutes of talking with Kazuya had left Yue feeling hot all over, terrified that someone might figure out he’d secretly abducted Yui. “Ando, take me to the villa near Mii-dera.” “Sure, young lady.” This villa was also registered under Yui’s father’s name, but since he didn’t visit often, it had naturally become Yui’s secret hideout. Upon arriving, Yui suddenly recalled the band club’s previous retreat at the seaside villa. “I’ll definitely make sure that kind of joyful atmosphere comes back,” Yui thought to herself. Upon arriving at the villa, Yui instructed Ando not to mention this to anyone, then helped Yui inside. Once inside the villa, she could relax—there was no risk of being discovered. Yu took off her little leather shoes; the wooden floor felt slightly cool against her feet, and her slender, stocking-clad feet stepped onto it as she carried Yui into the living room. A soft rug and a kotatsu had already been set up in the center of the living room—a particularly fitting arrangement for this kind of weather. He set Yui down, removed the coat covering her body, and left her lying face-down on the floor. Then Yue turned on the TV and selected a film titled “The Imprisoned Girl” to play. At the same time, she fetched a yellow cotton rope as thick as a finger and, mimicking the bondage techniques shown in the movie, began to re-tie Wei. The two stockings used for binding were easily untied. Mimicking the girl in the video, Yue positioned Yui’s hands horizontally behind her back, wrapped the rope around both wrists several times, pulled it upward, looped it around to the front, tightened it over her elbows to just above her chest, and crossed it behind her back. She repeated this several times until three strands of rope were wrapped horizontally across the top of Wei’s petite chest. She then brought the ropes back behind her, hoisted Wei’s wrists, and looped them under her breasts. The tightly bound ropes made Wei’s petite breasts appear noticeably fuller. “Mmm…” Face-down, Wei let out a few moans that sounded like mumbling, as if she were about to wake up. “Oh, has the drug worn off?” Ying had no choice but to speed up his binding motions, even though he felt Wei was already unable to break free. The rope was threaded under both armpits and tightened vertically. It then split into two strands that passed over her shoulders; the upper and lower strands between her breasts were twisted together to form a horizontal figure-eight knot, and the excess rope was brought back behind her back, wrapped around, and tied off. “Mmm~ Uuuh?” Just as he finished, Wei had fully regained consciousness, her dazed eyes betraying her confusion at the unfamiliar surroundings. Oh wait… How come I… I can’t move my hands at all… The extremely uncomfortable rope bondage, which she’d never experienced before, made Yui furrow her brows. A large wad of fragrant silk had also been stuffed into her mouth, pressing down firmly on her tongue so she couldn’t speak at all. “Hehe, Yui-chan~” Yui turned Yui over, cradled her in her arms, pressed her face against Yui’s, and nuzzled her ear. “Mmm, you smell so sweet, Yui-chan~” “Mmm-wuuu~” Yui felt very confused. Why had Yui tied her up? And where was she, anyway? Moreover, Yui’s intimate gestures made her feel embarrassed. Although the members of the Light Music Club often had physical contact, they’d never been this close—like lovers—before. It just seemed so strange. In that moment, Yui’s pretty face flushed pink, and she squirmed, trying to break free from Yui’s grip. “Yui is my treasure, of course—and so is everyone in the Light Music Club, too~” Yue spoke cheerfully, ignoring Yui’s stunned gaze, and pressed his lips against her pink lips, which were covered by the pantyhose gag. “Mmm-uh-uh~” Yui’s face was filled with disbelief—this was her first kiss, and Yue had just taken it from her like that? Instantly, her unbound legs flailed, trying to kick Yui away. But how could Yui’s movements—like those of a startled little deer—possibly match Yui’s? In just a few swift moves, Yui had her ankle firmly gripped in one hand, leaving her unable to move. “Yui-chan, that’s not very well-behaved of you~” As their lips parted, a faint blush spread across Yue’s face. So this was how pleasant it felt to be intimate with another girl—she wanted to do even more unspeakable things to Yui~ Just then, the scene on TV showed a young girl tied up and placed across another girl’s lap, her kimono skirt hiked up, as she was spanked on the buttocks, slap after slap. Yue followed suit, flipping Wei over so her buttocks were facing upward. “Mmm… mm-mm-mm~” Yui kicked her legs, but she was no match for Yue at all and could only let her position her like this. “This is the only way to deal with a disobedient Yui~” Yue smiled, lifting the hem of Yui’s school uniform skirt to reveal her small, pert buttocks, encased in opaque black pantyhose and white cotton panties. “Heh~” Yue raised her small hand—even in this weather, her hands were still warm, with no trace of chill. “Smack~” A slap landed on Yui’s buttocks. “Ow!” Wei let out a soft whimper; it seemed the thick black tights and panties absorbed much of the pain for her, but her buttocks had already grown warm. Then came another slap, making Wei cry out in protest. “Mmm… uh-uh…” Being spanked by her best friend was so humiliating—and Yu seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. As the slaps kept coming, Wei even forgot to kick her legs, and a wave of heat gradually washed over her body. Ying felt it wasn’t enough. She grabbed the waistband of Wei’s black pantyhose and pulled them down to the base of her thighs; the pure white cotton panties could no longer conceal Wei’s two buttocks, which had turned pink and were burning with heat. When his palm struck her buttocks, it produced an even crisper, louder sound, and Wei’s moans grew higher-pitched and more delicate. A searing, direct pain shot through her buttocks. Wei felt wave after wave of electric-like sensations mingling with the pain, making her body grow hot and limp. Though her slender hands were clenched tightly, her body still trembled involuntarily, as if responding to Yue’s spanking. So… so strange… How could I… be having my pantyhose pulled down by my best friend and getting my bottom spanked? This put Wei in a state of extreme shame, yet her body was simultaneously experiencing a strange sense of excitement. Yui shook her head and bit down hard on the silk fabric in her mouth. Ugh, doesn’t this make it seem like I actually enjoy getting my bottom spanked? “You… mmm-uh-uh-uh~ mmm-uh-uh-uh~ mmm-uh!! !” Sure enough, a pair of drug-soaked pantyhose was immediately pressed over Jinghan’s mouth and nose. She hadn’t yet managed to fully break free—her hands and feet were securely bound—so she had absolutely no way to fend off Xiaoyu’s sudden attack. “How can a master be just as stupid as her apprentice? The prettier a woman is, the less you can trust her. You’re not so naive as to think I’d give you a chance, are you~” “Mmm-uh-uh-uh!!!” A whirlwind of emotions swirled in Jinghan’s eyes—resentment, regret, anger, and sadness. She couldn’t believe she’d fallen for this despicable woman’s trick, and before long, she passed out in Xiaoyu’s arms. “Hahahaha~” After knocking Jinghan unconscious, Xiaoyu burst into unrestrained laughter. Standing nearby, Bingyue was so enraged that she’d already pushed the stocking she was holding in her mouth halfway out with her tongue. She wanted to thoroughly berate this vile, perverted woman, but her sharp-eyed Xiao Yu caught her in the act. Xiao Yu immediately stood up and shoved the ball of stockings back into Bingyue’s mouth. “You two—master and apprentice—are both so naive, one more so than the other~ ” After saying this, Xiao Yu ignored Bing Yue’s murderous glare and put the realistic-looking mask back on her. The fake penis behind the mask penetrated Bingyue’s mouth once more, sealing her small mouth tightly shut. After fastening the buttons on both sides and putting the wig back on Bingyue, a beautiful, obedient maid immediately reappeared before Xiaoyu’s eyes. Xiaoyu also turned up the electrical current inside the KIG suit a bit, so that Bingyue could “enjoy” it even more. Now Xiao Yu could finally deal with Jinghan in peace. Jinghan lay on the floor, her brows still slightly furrowed, as if expressing the resentment in her heart. Xiaoyu chuckled and used scissors to cut through all the cotton ropes, then slipped the cheongsam off Jinghan. It had to be said—the master’s figure was simply better than the apprentice’s; not only was it more mature, but it was also much more voluptuous. Next, Xiaoyu removed Jinghan’s undergarments and those white pantyhose all at once. “Hehe, “My master sure likes to dress so provocatively…” Xiaoyu pulled off the sexy lace thong and placed it inside the crotch of the white pantyhose Jinghan had been wearing. She crumpled the two pieces of silk fabric into a ball, parted Jinghan’s two red lips, and shoved it inside. “You’ve got to taste your own slutty scent properly~” Xiaoyu practically shoved the ball of fabric all the way down to the back of Jinghan’s throat, then fashioned the pantyhose she’d just used to gag her into a gag ball, tightening it between Jinghan’s lips to secure the ball of pantyhose and underwear inside, before she began to work on Jinghan’s body. Jinghan’s naked body, exposed on the floor, was fair and smooth. Perhaps because she took such good care of herself, not only were her breasts not the slightest bit saggy, but even the two petals between her thighs were a delicate pink. With qualities like these, she was undoubtedly a rare gem. Xiaoyu had her own way of dealing with Jinghan’s body. She took out of the closet a pair of white, one-piece memory stockings identical to the ones Bingyue was wearing, These stockings aren’t mass-produced yet, but they’re particularly well-suited for dealing with these two escape artists. Ropes or props to restrain them weren’t reliable enough—using these stockings to secure their bodies was the foolproof solution. Xiaoyu carefully dressed Jinghan in that magical one-piece stocking, smoothing out every crease on her body. Wearing the one-piece stocking, Jinghan was snow-white from head to toe, giving her the air of a Sleeping Beauty. But Sleeping Beauty is one thing—Xiaoyu’s bondage session must continue, after all, a bound Sleeping Beauty is even more beautiful. Xiaoyu fetched a black nylon rope and bound Jinghan’s white hands together behind her back. Even with the memory stockings providing support, Xiaoyu didn’t take the slightest shortcut when it came to tying up her “meat.” Strands of nylon rope—far more durable than any magic trick rope—began to coil around Jinghan’s body, skillfully tightening around Jinghan’s chest, binding her arms to her torso, then pulling down to secure her joined wrists together, with the excess rope continuously threaded through various crevices on her body to reinforce the bindings. Jinghan’s two long legs, clad in white stockings, were spread apart and folded backward, tightly bound at the base of each thigh and at the ankles. Xiaoyu also set aside a piece of rope to serve as a crotch strap, securing a vibrating egg to Jinghan’s crotch, its oval head pressing tightly against her slit. The only drawback to these memory-fabric bodystockings is that they haven’t yet been developed in a crotch-opening style. Xiaoyu couldn’t freely slide the toy in and out; if she inserted it before the “meat toy” put on the bodystocking, removing it afterward would be a hassle. Alternatively, she could dress her in a KIG outfit on the outside, like Bingyue, All things considered, the only option was to use the vibrating egg to stimulate the “meat doll.” There were already two “meat dolls” in the office. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Xiao Yu pushed the unconscious Jinghan in an office chair through the secret door behind the closet and transported her to the room at the back of the office, This was a secret space Xiao Yu and her team had specifically set aside during the design phase, prepared precisely for situations like today’s. The soundproofing inside is top-notch; no matter how loudly the “meat doll” screams, it can’t be heard outside, making it ideal as a training ground for her. After bringing Jinghan inside, Xiao Yu initially considered bringing Bingyue in as well, but upon reflection, she decided she wanted to admire this beautiful “maid” a little longer, so she abandoned the idea. “Mmm-uh-uh-uh~” When Jinghan woke up, she was jolted awake by the vibrations of the vibrator beneath her. Her mouth was stuffed so full she couldn’t speak, and the texture and scent—that of stockings—carried a faint tang of sweat and a musky odor. Jinghan shed tears of deep regret. That damn Xiaoyu—how could she be so despicable? I was actually thinking of trusting her just this once, but she went and drugged me right away. She never had any intention of releasing Bingyue. “Mmm-uh-uh-uh~” The stimulation from the vibrator between her thighs made Jinghan’s body shudder again. She could already feel her entire body wrapped in a resilient yet soft silk fabric, and to her horror, she found herself unable to move a single muscle—not even a toe. In her panic, Jinghan gradually began to understand Bingyue’s feelings—that sense of helplessness and despair. The cautious Xiaoyu had already activated the switch on Jinghan’s memory stockings when she escorted her into the dark room, all so that Jinghan could experience this despair of being unable to even struggle. “These damn stockings,” Jinghan cursed inwardly. They completely restrained her body’s movements yet allowed external stimuli to penetrate unimpeded—just like ordinary stockings—allowing her to feel the vibrating egg between her thighs relentlessly tormenting her. “Mmm-ha~ Oh~ You’re awake, our master of magic~” A voice suddenly came from behind her. It turned out Xiaoyu had been in the room all along, and there were muffled splashing sounds coming from behind her as well. Then, a stocking-clad foot hooked onto the office chair Jinghan was sitting in and gave it a firm tug. The chair spun halfway around, bringing Jinghan face-to-face with Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu was now sitting on the bed, her stocking-clad legs spread wide; her pink flower was completely exposed, even her stockings had been torn, while Bingyue, dressed in a maid’s uniform, was kneeling on the floor, her face pressed against Xiaoyu’s intensely fragrant crotch. Xiaoyu was holding Bingyue’s head in place with both hands, and muffled sloshing sounds could be heard. By now, the wig and fake face mask Bingyue had been wearing had been removed, but her mouth was gagged by a double-ended dildo that Xiaoyu had placed there, . Two leather straps were tightly secured at the back of Bingyue’s head, and the leather straps in front of her mouth were attached to two dildos—the shorter one was shoved into Bingyue’s mouth, while the longer one pointed outward, thrusting into Xiaoyu’s pink flower. Unable to move while wearing the KIG outfit, Bingyue had no choice but to let Xiaoyu hold her head with one hand while thrusting the dildo in and out of her own honeyed passage. Feeling utterly humiliated, Bingyue let out a moan of “Mmm-uh~.” Powerless to resist, she couldn’t even move as Xiaoyu’s love juices splashed all over her face. Xiaoyu, too, was aroused by the dildo, letting out continuous moans. “Mmm-uh-uh-uh!!! ” Jinghan watched as Xiaoyu humiliated Bingyue in this way; she felt resentful but was unable to do anything about it. Instead, seeing the two of them in such an intimate embrace made her face flush crimson. The reaction in her lower body was even more intense, with her love juices seeping out ceaselessly like a trickling stream. “Mmm, ahh~” With just a soft moan from Xiaoyu, waves of honeyed moisture gushed from her lower body, even splashing directly onto Bingyue’s face. After her orgasm, Xiaoyu pushed Bingyue—whose face was now covered in her juices—away, slowly stood up, and walked toward Jinghan. “Miss Jing looks pretty anxious too, so let me give you a hand~ ” Holding the thick dildo, Xiaoyu doubled the power and began pressing it fiercely against Jinghan’s sensitive areas… Xiaoyu quickly posted information about the two magician-apprentice duo on the website. Due to their unique identities, they immediately attracted a large number of buyers—all eager to test whether the legendary escape artists could break free from their rope bondage. Ultimately, with so much competition, the highest bidders won, and the two were purchased by different wealthy businessmen. Shortly afterward, two vans pulled out simultaneously from Xiao Yu’s company garage. Both were driven by Xiao Ye’s attendants; on the surface, they were delivering a box of high-end stockings to a client, but in reality, inside the crate—large enough to hold an adult lying flat—lay a beautiful female magician named Jinghan, tightly bound from head to toe and fitted with an extra-heavy monkey harness. Jinghan was still wearing only a white one-piece memory stocking; the client had purchased both the stocking and the person together. However, the memory stockings hadn’t been activated this time, meaning Jinghan could struggle—though it would be futile. To prevent the magician from performing any magical escape tricks, Xiaoyu had applied restraints countless times stricter than usual. First, Jinghan was tied up in the European straight-arm style with nylon rope, and her two legs, clad in white stockings, were bound together. However, the ropes wrapped around Jinghan were arranged in sets of eight; whether wrapped horizontally across her chest, upper arms, forearms, waist and abdomen, thighs, knees, calves, ankles, and the soles of her feet—everywhere was bound in this manner. Each horizontal strand of rope was secured with a vertical knot, and even her two big toes, pressed tightly together, were bound through the spaces between them with a thin silk cord, tying them firmly together through the white stockings. Each area was wrapped with eight loops of rope, so densely packed that they almost completely covered Jinghan’s skin, and her delicate figure was contoured into a curvaceous silhouette by the rope garment. Her two slender hands, bound behind her back, were first wrapped in gray static-resistant tape into palm-shaped bundles, with all ten fingers tightly restrained; then, the two bound palms were tightly wrapped together with tape so they lay flush against each other. But relying solely on rope for restraint wouldn’t be secure enough. Over the surface of each neatly wrapped horizontal rope, Xiaoyu had applied gray static-resistant tape to secure it in place; the tape covered almost all of the rope, forming a second layer of restraint between the two mounds of breast/ , creating a second layer of restraint. The tape not only served to reinforce the bindings but also covered the ropes, concealing all the knots—and of course, Jinghan didn’t have a free hand to feel for them anyway. But that wasn’t all. Over the tape, Xiao Yu wrapped several turns of white elastic bandage—though only around key areas, such as securing Jinghan’s hands to her torso, the upper and lower chest, her waist and arms; on her lower body, the bandage was wrapped around her thighs and calves, which were pressed together. Next came the final layer of restraint: two metal buckles secured Jinghan’s wrists and ankles—without the matching keys, they couldn’t be opened. With such tight restraints, even if Jinghan possessed the most dexterous escape techniques, she wouldn’t be able to free herself—which is why Xiaoyu felt confident enough not to activate the memory stockings. "Mmmph~" Fei-Fei let out a muffled groan. Dressed in a khaki-colored plush overcoat with a black cotton mask covering her face, her slender calves were encased in black leggings, ending in black patent leather block-heel lace-up boots. She cast a look of helpless resignation at Xiao-Ye, who was busy holding up various red and green lingerie pieces against her body. "These panties are so cute~" Xiao-Ye chirped, pulling out a dark red lace-up thong and giggling as she held it against Fei-Fei’s waist. Xiao-Ye wore a long, black plush down jacket, trimmed with soft brown fur around the hood and zipper, giving her an elegant and noble air. Beneath the hem, a gray ribbed sweater dress reached her knees, revealing legs wrapped in sheer, flesh-toned black silk stockings—though whether they were truly sheer or just an illusion remained a mystery. Below that, she wore black suede elastic stiletto sock-boots. While shopping for sexy lingerie in such freezing weather seemed odd, Xiao-Ye’s enthusiasm was unstoppable; she even picked out a pair of bright red thigh-high stockings before happily pulling Fei-Fei toward the checkout. With the year coming to an end, the organization’s workload had lightened, and Xiao-Yu and the others were finally on break. Qian-Li had suggested they all go shopping for New Year’s supplies. While the original plan was just a mundane shopping trip, Xiao-Ye had other ideas. Everyone was bundled up in thick layers, making it the perfect time for a restricted outing; no one would ever suspect what kind of reality lay hidden beneath those heavy coats. They got to work immediately. Fei-Fei had tried to resist—suggesting she be the one to tie up Xiao-Yu instead—but with Qian-Li already claimed as a submissive and Fei-Fei no match for the combined force of Xiao-Yu and Xiao-Ye, she had to submit to their whims. Underneath Qian-Li’s navy blue wool coat, his delicate body was bound in a white sailor uniform. His hands were folded behind his back in a "reverse Guanyin" pose, palms pressed together and encased in flesh-colored short stockings. White nylon rope started at his bound wrists and spiraled densely around his body. Xiao-Yu didn't miss a single spot—elbows, upper arms, armpits, chest, and shoulders—all were tightly cinched, creating an intricate "rope-shirt" that left his beautiful sailor suit wrinkled and strained. For a masochist like Qian-Li, this bondage was a divine reward. Once the upper body was secured, his cock stood proudly, creating a noticeable bulge against the flesh-colored fleece-lined leggings beneath his skirt. Seeing this, Xiao-Yu pulled down his skirt and leggings, wound the rope around his waist, and split it into two lines that passed through his crotch. She wrapped the rope around the base of his shaft and cinched it tightly around his scrotum. The pink flesh engorged with blood. Xiao-Yu then produced two high-elasticity sleeves: first, she slid a flesh-colored stocking sleeve over his shaft, attached a small pink wireless vibrator to the glans, and finally topped it off with a black latex sleeve. This way, even if they decided to play with the toy in public, the cute cross-dresser wouldn't end up staining his crotch with a mess of white fluid. Xiao-Yu then pulled his leggings and skirt back into place. Qian-Li had initially resisted the gagging, fearing that in a crowded shopping center, an accident would be disastrous. But when Xiao-Yu produced the pair of white pantyhose she had worn for a week of morning jogs and pressed them against his face, Qian-Li’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He opened his mouth wide, allowing Xiao-Yu to stuff the sweat-hardened, yellow-stained crotch and toe-blackened fabric deep into his throat. The pungent, musky scent of sweat, Xiao-Yu’s feminine musk, and her natural body odor blended into an intoxicating aroma that Qian-Li couldn't refuse. To others, it might have been nauseating, but to him, it was the ultimate aphrodisiac. His cock twitched violently beneath the leggings, though it remained hidden. After the pantyhose were stuffed, there was still space, so Xiao-Yu shoved two flesh-colored short stockings into his cheeks to fill his mouth completely, sealing his lips shut with white adhesive tape to lock the scent inside. Finally, she put a cotton mask on him, draped his coat over his shoulders, and the transformation was complete. Fei-Fei’s condition under her khaki plush coat was much the same. However, she wore a black spandex long-sleeved bodysuit—a specialized, heat-retaining garment developed by the organization for winter operations. Beneath it, she wore ultra-thin brown pantyhose, her silk-clad feet peeking out from the bodysuit’s legs. Xiao-Ye had bound Fei-Fei’s hands behind her back, wrists crossed at the shoulder blades and balled into fists, each wrapped in a white short stocking. While the binding style was similar to Qian-Li’s, Fei-Fei’s figure was more curvaceous, so Xiao-Ye paid special attention to her chest. A white nylon rope was tied in a figure-eight knot at the base of her breasts, with the lines running tight against her arms and through her armpits, forcing her bust to stand firm and causing her nipples to protrude visibly against the spandex. After cinching her crotch with a knotted rope, Xiao-Ye pulled out her own pair of black pantyhose and lace panties—worn for days while running errands—and, pinching Fei-Fei’s nose, forced the balled-up fabric into her mouth. The stench of leather from her heels mixed with the heavy, musky odor of foot sweat nearly made Fei-Fei gag, but Xiao-Ye was quick, sealing her mouth with several layers of gray tape. Fei-Fei was left teary-eyed, forced to endure the suffocating smell of Xiao-Ye’s worn stockings. Such was the reality beneath Qian-Li’s navy coat and Fei-Fei’s khaki one: both bound tightly in rope, mouths stuffed with sour, sweaty stockings, and crotches restricted by toys and cords. Thus disguised, they were dragged by Xiao-Yu and Xiao-Ye into the shopping center for their year-end spree. "Mmmph-mmph~" Qian-Li groaned softly, signaling Xiao-Yu to grab a large bag of jelly from the shelf. "Alright, the basket is full, that should be enough..." Xiao-Yu pushed the overflowing cart forward. "Xiao-Yu~" Xiao-Ye and Fei-Fei caught up from the clothing section, and the four of them headed toward the checkout. "What did you buy?" Xiao-Yu asked. "Heehee, I bought each of you a very festive and sexy set of lingerie~" Xiao-Ye said, shaking the black bag with a smug grin. The two women with free mouths chatted away, while the two gagged captives trailed slowly behind. With their faces mostly hidden by masks, it was impossible to tell if Fei-Fei and Qian-Li were feeling frustrated or simply overwhelmed by the sensation. Exiting the mall, Xiao-Ye and Xiao-Yu carried bags in both hands, while Fei-Fei and Qian-Li walked behind them, light and unburdened—perhaps the only benefit of being bound for an outing. Feifei had prepared quite a few things for Chen Yaru, this “beginner in training,” including a “meat toy” training manual and all sorts of restraint equipment. The manual covered how to restrain and feed the “meat toy,” as well as important precautions to keep in mind. The restraints consisted mainly of leather gear and duct tape, with a small amount of rope. After all, if a beginner like her tried to tie someone up with rope, it could come loose in a matter of minutes, posing the risk of Yang Qianni escaping—and that would be a real headache if it caused trouble. Five days had passed since Yang Qianni went missing. Unable to contact her at all, Du Quan decided to report her disappearance to the police. Now, Yang Qianni’s fair, delicate neck was encircled by a black leather collar, her entire body wrapped only in a red, ultra-thin, glossy open-crotch bodystocking. The sheer, shimmering stockings covered her from the nape of her neck all the way down to the soles of her feet. These lewd and wanton stockings were specially prepared by Chen Yaru; in her eyes, Yang Qianni was nothing more than a slutty little whore, and this color—reminiscent of a streetwalker’s—suited her perfectly. “Mmm-uh-uh-uh~ Gurgle-gurgle-gurgle~ ” A black, bone-shaped gag was wedged between Yang Qianni’s two rows of silver teeth, and four thin leather straps extended from each of the rings connecting the two ends of the gag. Two of them were tied together and fastened under Yang Qianni’s chin, while the other two converged on the bridge of her nose, looped around the back of her head, and were fastened together with the remaining four straps. The black, soft-rubber gag was firmly secured in Yang Qianni’s mouth. At that moment, the moans she emitted were both low and soft, and no saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, clearly indicating that something was still stuffed deep inside her mouth—the black pantyhose that Chen Yaru had pulled off her own legs. She seemed to have taken a liking to this little game of gagging Yang Qianni with her own smelly pantyhose, enjoying the sight of Yang Qianni’s humiliated expression as she stuffed them in. Looking further down, Yang Qianni’s body, already wrapped in red stockings, was also encased in a black leather-strap restraint, This leather restraint resembled a fishing net with large mesh, draped over Yang Qianni’s body. Two leather straps extending from her shoulders were connected to rings, splitting into four strands across her chest to encircle her soft breasts on either side. The straps, forming diamond-shaped openings, clung tightly to Yang Qianni’s stocking-clad body; not only did they encircle her waist and connect at the back, but they also split into two strands that tightened around the base of her thighs before joining together at the back. Yang Qianni’s hands were each fitted with a single-hand restraint, wrapping her palms into fists and rendering her fingers virtually useless. At the same time, leather restraints connected by a short chain were fastened around her elbows, securing them behind her back, while her wrists were encircled by single cuffs, the other ends of which were secured to both sides of her waist with leather straps. Her sexy legs, clad in red stockings, were spread apart and tightly restrained in a folded position by leather straps, with the heels of her stocking-clad feet pressed firmly against her buttocks. At that moment, Yang Qianni knelt on the ground with her legs spread apart, her body leaning forward and trembling slightly—all because a ponytail was secured between her buttocks. The ponytail was made of soft, brown hair, while the other end—a spiral-shaped anal plug—was inserted into and secured within Yang Qianni’s pink anus. “Ding-ding-ding~” The thin chain attached to the collar around Yang Qianni’s neck clinked with each movement of her body; the other end of the chain was clipped to the corner of the glass table. Meanwhile, Chen Yaru was leaning back on the sofa in a relaxed, languid posture, wearing a black, semi-transparent, strappy tulle miniskirt that offered a faint glimpse of the black lace corset beneath. Her legs, encased in dark-colored pantyhose, were crossed, and her stocking-clad feet rested on Yang Qianni’s back. The TV was playing Yang Qianni’s favorite romantic movie, but she was completely unable to pay attention to the plot at that moment, Of course, anyone restrained with a belt like this, with the stocking-clad feet of the person they hated most resting on their back, would have no mind for a movie. Yang Qianni’s eyes were wide with humiliation, yet they also held a great deal of fear. Over the past few days, although Chen Yaru’s training techniques had been terrible, Yang Qianni had indeed suffered a great deal, and she simply couldn’t adjust to this sudden reversal of roles. The physical pain and discipline had tempered her once-arrogant personality considerably; she’d learned to put on a “good little dog” act in front of Chen Yaru, though deep down she was still cursing Chen Yaru in the most vicious terms. The stocking-clad foot resting on Chen Yaru’s back suddenly began to slide down, then pressed down on the ponytail-shaped anal plug nestled between her two rounded buttocks, gently pushing it forward. “Mmm-uh-uh-uh-uh~” Here it comes again… That haggard woman… Yang Qianni tilted her head back slightly, letting out an unbearable moan. The exposed petals between her legs were already dripping with honey, forming a small puddle. “This little ponytail—I really never get tired of playing with it~” Chen Yaru said with a chuckle. “Ring-ring-ring~” Just as she was speaking, her cell phone rang. Chen Yaru picked it up and saw it was Feifei’s number. “Hello~” “Hello, Miss Chen, I’m on my way to your place right now. Please pack up the ‘meat’ immediately,” Feifei’s voice sounded somewhat urgent. “Wh… What’s going on?” Chen Yaru sensed something was wrong and asked hurriedly. “It’s a police investigation. They checked the surveillance footage and found that you met with the ‘meat’ a few days ago, so they’re preparing to question you and gather evidence.” “Th—then am I in danger?” Chen Yaru felt a wave of panic wash over her as she glanced at Yang Qianni, who looked somewhat bewildered. “Don’t worry. They have absolutely no evidence linking you to the meat shipment’s disappearance. During questioning, just say you had a business relationship with the shipment. But for now, it’s safer to store the shipment at my place.” “Okay, okay… I’ll do as you say…” Chen Yaru had come to trust Feifei completely; she didn’t doubt a single word she said. “Then please pack the ‘meat’ back into its original box, including those training props. I’ll be waiting at the door disguised as a delivery person.” “Okay, okay, okay…” Chen Yaru hung up the phone, crouched down, and stroked Yang Qianni’s soft, smooth cheek. “Oh, what a shame. I was hoping to train you a little longer~” “Mmm-uh-uh-uh~” Yang Qianni didn’t understand the implication behind Chen Yaru’s words. Chen Yaru pushed her, sending her sprawling face-down on the floor, then straddled her hips, pressing down precisely on that agonizing anal plug plug, causing Yang Qianni to let out a moan of pain and humiliation. Chen Yaru then unfastened the restraints on Yang Qianni’s wrists and arms, bound her hands behind her back, and re-secured them tightly at the elbows and wrists with black leather restraints, so that her arms were held straight behind her back. She then threaded a strap through the narrow gap between Yang Qianni’s thighs and calves; thankfully, thanks to the stockings, it slid right through. Yang Qianni’s legs, which had been forced apart and folded, were tied together with the same strap. Chen Yaru then pulled on the strap, forcing Yang Qianni’s knees up toward her chest, before securing the strap at her back, binding her into a ball-like shape. The large suitcase was opened. Previously, Yang Qianni had been stuffed inside while unconscious, so she hadn’t experienced the despair of being tightly bound in a confined space—but now she would get to experience it all over again. After several days of training, Chen Yaru had become an expert at using the restraint straps. She lifted Yang Qianni by the straps on her back, allowing only the tips of her red-stockinged toes to touch the ground, and half-carried, half-dragged her into the suitcase. Yang Qianni’s body was secured by the restraints inside the suitcase, and she still didn’t understand why Chen Yaru had stuffed her into it. Judging by Chen Yaru’s tone and expression when she answered the phone just now, Yang Qianni deduced that it was almost certain her disappearance had been discovered—perhaps a citywide manhunt was already underway. Could it be that Chen Yaru had gotten scared and was planning to let her go? “Don’t worry. Once the dust settles, I’ll come get you and teach you a proper lesson, you little slut~” Because the masturbation sleeve was double-ended, the hot, viscous fluid Yang Fan ejaculated sprayed directly through the sheer stockings, splattering onto his own body, the sofa, the floor, and even the delicate hands of Xiaoyu, which were still encased in silk gloves. Spent and breathless, Yang Fan slumped over, his engorged member wilting as he gasped for air. "Hehehe~" Xiaoyu let out a triumphant, mischievous giggle. She smeared the fluid clinging to her gloved hand directly onto the hardened nipples visible through Yang Qianning’s stockings before retracting her fingers. "Mmmph-mmph!" Watching the degradation of her son, Yang Qianning felt a sharp, agonizing pang in her chest, tears welling in her eyes. During the chaos, she had managed to pull on two pairs of stockings—pink underneath, purple on top. She had chosen the purple pair as the most "conservative" of the three, hoping to mask a fraction of her shame. The layered colors looked bizarre, but the ultra-sheer material kept the ensemble from appearing too bulky. Standing before the others, she used one hand to cover her aching nipples and the other to shield her crotch. Wrapped in the glossy, ultra-sheer, crotchless purple tights, she radiated a seductive, alluring charm that made Xiaoyu nod in approval. As for the remaining light green pair, Yang Qianning was at a loss, having never worn stockings as a garment before. After a moment of fumbling, she figured it out: she pulled the crotch opening over her head, letting the waistband cup her heavy, heaving breasts, the crimson peaks pressing sharply against the translucent fabric. She slid her arms into the leg tubes, the slick, silky tips encasing her fingers in a sensation she found deeply unsettling. "Good. Now, turn around, kneel facing away from me, and press your hands against your buttocks," Xiaoyu commanded. She set aside her blade and dropped her black-stockinged feet from the table; it was time for her to get to work. "Gnnnh~" Though reluctant, Yang Qianning obeyed, terrified that any resistance would lead to being bound like her children. As she turned and sank to her knees, her rear—clad in two layers of glossy, sheer fabric—was fully exposed. Xiaoyu stepped forward, grabbed a pair of black leather single-arm sleeves from under the table, and forced them over Yang Qianning’s arms. "Mmph!" Xiaoyu’s grip was bruising, ensuring there would be no struggle. Once the sleeves were on, she pulled them up to cover the entire length of the arms. Three interconnected leather straps ran from the cuff, looping under the armpits and over the shoulders to cinch at the center, effectively anchoring the sleeves to her torso. Xiaoyu then pulled the long zipper running the length of the sleeves; as it closed, the leather tightened, molding perfectly to the contours of Yang Qianning’s arms until they were completely immobilized. She locked the zipper head with a tiny four-digit padlock, ensuring it couldn't be undone. Not stopping there, Xiaoyu buckled two more straps around the wrists and elbows, further restricting any movement within the leather. *Click.* The lock snapped shut. Only Xiaoyu knew the code, sealing Yang Qianning’s fate. Thinking it was over, Yang Qianning tried to turn her head to plead, but Xiaoyu grabbed the leather sleeves and yanked them downward. "Wuuu-!" The sharp pull forced Yang Qianning to arch her back and throw her head back in a gasp of pain. "We aren't finished yet, don't be so impatient, Madam~" Xiaoyu whispered seductively into her ear, her tongue flicking against the sensitive lobe, drawing a soft moan from the woman. Xiaoyu then picked up a harness made of four silver rings connected by thin leather straps. Bound and helpless, Yang Qianning could only submit. The straps, no thicker than a finger, rested on her shoulders, connecting to three rings aligned down her chest. A strap ran down between her legs, digging deep into her tender, exposed folds, before pulling upward along her spine to lock into a fourth ring between her shoulder blades. Xiaoyu pulled the straps so tight they bit into her flesh. From the chest rings, more straps extended around her sides, pinning her leather-bound arms firmly against her back. Every movement was restricted; she couldn't even lift her hands. Yang Qianning felt a sense of utter despair. She was just a mature woman, not some magical being—did she really need to be bound this tightly? She could barely twitch a finger. She tried to whimper a plea, but Xiaoyu had already grabbed her silk-clad feet. The ordeal wasn't over. Xiaoyu produced a pair of deep black, leather, pointed-toe stiletto boots. They reached up to the calves, appearing standard at first glance, but the heel height was staggering. Nearly twenty centimeters high, the heels forced her feet into a near-vertical, tip-toe position. "Here, I prepared these especially for you, Madam. You’ll look stunning in them~" Xiaoyu lifted Yang Qianning’s foot, slid the boot on, and zipped it up. At the top of the zipper sat another four-digit lock. Without Xiaoyu’s permission, she would never be able to take them off. The boots were narrow, locking her feet into a permanent, agonizing tiptoe. *Smack!* Xiaoyu slapped Yang Qianning’s rounded, firm buttocks, savoring the recoil. "There, Madam, you may stand. I’ve graciously granted your legs freedom—you may walk anywhere in this house. But don't even think about running or calling for help, or you know the consequences. Now, it’s your free time. Go ahead and try to save your children." Xiaoyu stepped back. "Mmmph!" Yang Qianning shifted, feeling the relentless tension of her restraints. Desperate to check on Fan and Li, she planted her booted feet on the floor. *Jingle, jingle.* With every step, small bells fixed to the soles chimed. It was a tracking device; Xiaoyu would always know exactly where she was. "Gnnn~" Yang Qianning rose to her full height. The twenty-centimeter heels made her tower over everyone, even Xiaoyu. Her legs looked impossibly long and slender, and her breasts and hips were thrust forward in a provocative display. However, she was dangerously unstable, swaying as she tried to balance with her hands pinned behind her. Still, she persisted. Driven by the sight of her suffering children, she hobbled toward Yang Li, the sound of her bells and the sharp *clack-clack* of her heels echoing through the room. She knelt before her daughter, her heart shattering at the sight of Li’s swollen, overstimulated crotch. Throughout the process, she had been forced to listen to the moans and gasps of her children as they were tormented by the toys, watching them writhe in the throes of forced orgasms. "Mmmph..." Tears blurred her vision. She reached out, desperate to free them, only to realize with crushing finality that she had no way to remove the devices. "Slap! Slap!" Xiao Ye thrust her hips forward with rhythmic force, grinding her nylon-clad, fleshy buttocks against Mo Lan’s. Every collision was punctuated by a dull, wet thud, the friction so intense that their crotches remained fused together. With each impact, Mo Lan’s delicate frame shuddered violently, driving the Doctor’s dildo deeper into her throat. The two women seemed to have developed a perverse, synchronized rhythm, treating Mo Lan’s body like a plaything in the palm of their hands. "Mmmph-mmph!" Tears welled in the corners of Mo Lan’s eyes. Trapped between the Doctor and Xiao Ye—two beautiful women encased in sheer nylon—she had been stripped of every shred of dignity. Setting aside the violation of her private parts—she was no longer a virgin, and had experienced intimacy with men before—this was the first time she had been so brutally invaded by a woman wielding a strap-on. Her mouth felt even worse; an organ meant for nourishment was now being forced to accommodate a phallic intruder, a sensation so repulsive it made her stomach churn. As a police officer, she had always refused her boyfriend’s requests for oral sex, deeming it too degrading and beneath her station. Now, that fragile sense of self-respect was being pulverized by the relentless, piston-like thrusting of these two beautiful traffickers. Waves of pleasure, violent as a storm, battered every sensitive inch of her skin, leaving her nowhere to hide. Even as she bit down on the soft ring of the mouth gag, her hands balled into tight fists inside the specialized single-hand gloves, her nails digging deep into her palms, she couldn't stop her body from becoming increasingly responsive, surrendering to the tide of pleasure brought on by the penetration. It was the classic case of "the mouth says no, but the body is honest." Positioned directly in front of Mo Lan, the Doctor watched the woman’s expression of utter shame and despair with clinical precision—observing the transition from fierce resistance to a dazed, conflicted gaze, her face flushed a deep, feverish red, her body radiating an unignorable heat. "Heh, this woman... her body is truly insatiably slutty," the Doctor murmured. Having an intimate knowledge of the female anatomy, not a single tremor escaped her sharp eyes. She could even feel Mo Lan’s tongue, which had been pushing against the dildo, beginning to yield. "Ara, how about we break her until she can’t live without the Doctor’s rod? A perfect little sex slave," Xiao Ye teased, gripping the edge of the glove to gain better leverage, her thrusts hitting the soft, nectar-dripping core of Mo Lan’s flower with every movement. "No need for that. Besides, if the organization hears you talking like that, you’ll be getting a spanking as punishment." The Doctor’s face flushed as if she were drunk, her cold, sharp eyes softening with lust—clearly, Mo Lan’s oral cavity was proving to be quite the indulgence. "Just a joke, Doctor," Xiao Ye said through gritted teeth, moving in tandem with the Doctor to rock the trapped Mo Lan back and forth. "Mmm-mmph!" Outside the ward, Number One and the cross-dresser Zhizhi couldn't hear the symphony of moans echoing from within, but as Number One stood before Zhizhi, watching the three of them connected in that twisted display, his breathing behind his mask grew ragged. Poor Zhizhi had been returned to his initial state of bondage—fleshlight and vibrator in place. Despite having reached his limit, the endless, forced stimulation kept his desire at a fever pitch, never allowing him a moment of respite. Even his mouth was stuffed with a fresh, pungent ball of sweat-soaked, semen-scented nylons. There was no telling how long this endless hell of dehumanization would last. "Ohhh! Mmmph-mmph!" Every second of this penetration was an eternity of agony for Mo Lan. She felt as though she had run out of tears, yet her own juices and the synthetic lubricants flowed like an inexhaustible spring. The strap-ons worn by the Doctor and Xiao Ye were equipped with sensors that detected the frequency of their thrusting, automatically releasing stored, semen-like lubricant when necessary. During their session, the small holes in the mushroom heads continuously secreted fluid, mixing with Mo Lan’s own saliva and nectar. Some of it trickled down the corners of her mouth or from between her thighs, while the rest was forced down her throat. Under the weight of such humiliation and pleasure, Mo Lan reached a peak of absolute degradation. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to find some peace of mind, while the shameless, playful banter of the Doctor and Xiao Ye filled her ears. Between her legs, the honey-pot, stretched wide by the foreign object, poured out a flood of nectar. "Oh my, our officer has climaxed." "Heh, is that so? She held out for quite a while, didn't she?" Mo Lan felt the speed of their thrusting increase, the phallic intruders working relentlessly inside her body. Then came a soul-shuddering, deep, final occupation, as the rods in her mouth and her flower began to spray warm, viscous liquid from their tips. The thick, strangely scented fluid was pumped into her mouth; caught off guard, Mo Lan swallowed several mouthfuls before more sprayed out through the opening of the gag. The same went for the pale, milky fluid gushing from her lower depths. "Oops, she poked a hole in the glove with her fingers. This new material isn't all it's cracked up to be..." But even as Mo Lan tore through the glove, she no longer had the strength to resist. ... In a compound enclosed by high walls, marked with a large "GEN Production Base" sign, Xiao Ye drove out. The coffee-colored pantyhose on her legs had been replaced by ultra-thin, sheer nude ones. While waiting for the sliding gate to open, she glanced back at the white building. "Until next time, Mo Lan..." "Lock them both in the same ward. Raise the alert level. If they show any signs of attempting to escape, administer the sedative," the Doctor commanded Number One as she walked out of the ward, checking the data on her tablet. "Sigh, I’ll have to get the lab to make a tracking device that can be worn on the skin..." "Understood." After the Doctor left, Number One wheeled the unconscious Zhizhi into the room, adding a bed next to Mo Lan’s. This would be Zhizhi’s new home. Mo Lan, having been ravished by the Doctor and Xiao Ye only moments before, lay quietly on the white bed. She was quiet only because she was bound more securely than ever. The makeshift single-hand glove had been discarded, replaced by the Doctor’s standard-issue restraints. Mo Lan’s upper body was encased in a pure white canvas straitjacket. The thick, form-fitting fabric covered her torso, pinning her arms across her chest with the long, stitched sleeves pulled back and secured behind her. Two heavy canvas straps ran between her legs, anchored to the back, making it impossible for her to shed the garment. Notably, the fabric pressed against the slit between her thighs, which seemed to suck greedily at the thin, nude-colored nylon still clinging to her. Her legs were encased in matching white canvas leg restraints, thick sleeves that reached mid-thigh, leaving her lower body submerged in a sea of white. The tight fit accentuated the slender lines of her legs while emphasizing the absolute nature of her confinement. That wasn't all. Lying flat on her back, Mo Lan was pinned to the bed by a series of leather straps extending from the frame. Loops at her collarbone, waist, thighs, knees, and ankles held the leather bands in place, pinning her down. Unless she could shatter the bed itself, she was going nowhere. She was fitted with a blindfold, a phallic gag-mask, and small earplugs, stripping her of sight, sound, and speech. The coffee-colored pantyhose Xiao Ye had removed, still soaked in their mixed fluids, served as the stuffing for her mouth, held firmly in place by the gag. A small black collar circled her neck, and upon close inspection, the name "Mo Lan" was engraved on the side. Exhausted and drugged, she had already drifted into a deep sleep. Soon after, the unconscious Zhizhi was settled into the adjacent bed. Compared to Mo Lan, his restraints were simpler: leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, secured to the corners of the bed, and leather mittens on his hands. Through the crotch of his white pantyhose, his small member was locked inside a tiny, pink metal cage, and a matching plug was inserted into his rear. His face was covered by a half-mask gag, though the semen-soaked nylons remained in his mouth. His senses of sight and hearing had been returned to him, but he remained blissfully unconscious. ... "Mmmph-mmph!" When she woke, it was to total darkness and the familiar, crushing sensation of being bound—so tightly she couldn't even twitch a finger. It felt like falling into an bottomless abyss. Mo Lan struggled weakly, only to be met with the merciless tightening of the leather straps and the lingering, throbbing ache between her legs. "Pfft." One of her earplugs was pulled out, followed by a soft, hesitant voice. "S-sister... can you hear me?" "Mmmph-mmph!" Mo Lan wondered why the trafficker was being so gentle, but she nodded obediently. "Good. They won't let me take off your blindfold, and they told me to feed you, so I had to take out one earplug to tell you." Hearing this, Mo Lan realized it was the girl who had been kidnapped before her. "Mmmph-mmph!" Mo Lan’s stomach growled with hunger; she didn't have the energy to waste on struggling. The strap across her collarbone was unbuckled, and Zhizhi propped her up with pillows. Mo Lan had no control over her own body, leaving her entirely at Zhizhi’s mercy. Once she was propped up, Zhizhi reached out to remove the gag-mask. "Um, please don't say anything weird later, okay? Otherwise... they’ll punish us..." Mo Lan nodded in agreement. The massive gag was pried from between her teeth. Mo Lan parted her numb lips, allowing Zhizhi to reach in and pull out the sodden, wet ball of nylons that had been choking her throat. "Do you finally understand?" Madam Liang withdrew her hand, shaking her head with a sigh. "That’s right—the idea to have you tied up as well? That was all me." "Mmm-wuuu!" *Why... aren't we supposed to be sisters?* "Chen Yaru, oh Chen Yaru, you really know how to bring me trouble. The divorce proceedings, the company business, and that Yang Qianni—it’s all been such a headache. And yet, you still put on that pathetic act, pretending that 'good sisters should help each other'..." Madam Liang poked Yaru’s nose, enunciating every word. "Honestly, I think it would be much simpler if you and Yang Qianni just disappeared together!" "Mmm-wuuu-mmph!" If looks could kill, Madam Liang would have been reduced to ash under Yaru’s piercing glare. "I came here today to have you sign the company acquisition contract. I’ll handle the business from now on, so you won’t have to worry about a thing." "Wuuu-mmph!" Yaru shook her head violently, as if to say she would rather die than hand over her company to a bitch like her. "Oh, look at that. It’s already been signed." Feifei handed over a document from behind. Madam Liang flipped through it; it turned out that while Yaru was unconscious, Feifei had forged her signature and pressed her thumbprint onto the contract. Madam Liang took the document, having secured what she wanted. Ignoring Yaru’s hateful gaze, she said to Feifei, "I’m off. I have a business meeting to attend later. Let’s catch up again soon." As she spoke, she reached out and gave Feifei’s pantyhose-clad, shapely buttocks a firm squeeze. "Sure, I’ll see you out." "No need, no need. You’d better get to training these two. Look at how disobedient they are..." After seeing Madam Liang out, Feifei returned to the room. "Alright, the guest is gone. Time to get down to business." She was greeted, naturally, by the venomous glares of Yang Qianni and Chen Yaru. "Oh my, still got the energy to glare at me?" Feifei chuckled. "Weren't you two rivals before? The mistress and the wife? What’s this? Trying to join forces against a common enemy?" Feifei walked over to Yaru and pinched her silk-stockinged foot. "Mmm-wuuu..." "Mmm-wuuu..." "Tell you what, let’s play a game." Feifei clapped her hands. She produced a double-ended black dildo gag and waved it in front of them. She then dragged the wooden racks Yaru and Qianni were mounted on, pushing them together until the two women were face-to-face. Their eyes locked, crackling with hostility—especially Qianni’s, which seemed sharp enough to draw blood as she pressed her forehead against Yaru’s in a silent, aggressive standoff. "Oh, you two need to play nice. After all, in my game, as long as you get along, there won't be any pain at all." Feifei stepped to Yaru’s side, unbuckled the leather strap behind her head, and pulled the leather gag from her lips. A string of glistening saliva trailed from the red ball, dripping onto Yaru’s chest. "Wuuu-mmph!" Even though Yaru didn't know why Feifei had suddenly freed her, she saw it as a chance to spit out the silk gag. She worked her numb tongue, trying to push the fabric out. But Feifei was lightning-fast; she jammed one end of the double-ended dildo gag into Yaru’s mouth and buckled the strap behind her head. The phallic-shaped plug served as a much more effective gag, longer and thicker, crushing any hope of Yaru spitting out the silk. The other end of the dildo pointed toward Qianni, clearly intended for her as well. Feifei moved to Qianni, unbuckled her gag, and fitted the other end of the dildo into her mouth. "Mmm-wuuu-mmph!" "Mmm-wuuu-mmph!" Yaru and Qianni were hunched over, their lips separated only by a thin layer of leather, their noses touching. They were so close that they couldn't look away from each other, even though their eyes burned with pure, unadulterated hatred. "It seems you still don't grasp the situation..." Feifei shook her head. She attached a short chain to their collars, then clipped nipple clamps onto them, linking their breasts together. She added a tether between their abdomens, and finally, two chains hanging from the ceiling were hooked into the knots on their backs. "Here is how my game works..." Feifei crouched down and pressed a button on the side of the wooden rack. A mechanical whirring sound emanated from within. "Mmm-wuuu-mmph!" Yaru’s body jolted violently. A thick, rigid rod began to rise from the center of the rack, moving steadily upward. It aimed directly at Yaru’s flower, slowly parting her tender petals through the thin fabric of her stockings. The material, clearly not designed for this, tore under the pressure. The sensation of being filled and stretched to the limit left Yaru’s eyes glazed; her entire body trembled, her silk-clad toes curling in agony. If not for the ropes holding her legs in place, she would have been lifted right off the rack. Qianni was horrified by Yaru’s reaction. Since they were "connected," she could see every twitch and spasm on Yaru’s face, though her angle prevented her from seeing exactly what Feifei was doing. While seeing her rival suffer was satisfying, Qianni was terrified that the same fate awaited her. "Your turn." As if on cue, Feifei pressed the button on Qianni’s rack. "Mmm-wuuu-mmph!" Qianni finally understood the sensation. Because she was wearing crotchless stockings, the mushroom head parted her tender flesh directly, probing deep into her vagina. "Ohhh-ohhh!" The rod moved at a steady, relentless pace, stopping only when it had reached the very depths of her core. Qianni’s inner walls gripped the intruder tightly, the massive foreign object forcing a broken, shattered expression onto her face, identical to Yaru’s. Their heavy, ragged breaths intertwined. Both women fought to control their bodies and expressions, desperate to regain their composure. Neither wanted to look pathetic in front of the other, yet neither was willing to yield. "Heh heh, here is the real point," Feifei said, tugging on the chain connecting their nipple clamps. "Soon, I’ll activate the switch for the things inside you. Don't be afraid; they won't move on their own. But, the harder you bite down on the rod in your mouth, the more violently the thing inside you will move." "Mmm-wuuu-mmph!" Qianni tentatively bit down on the dildo gag, but the expected vibration didn't come. "Relax, I haven't turned the switch on yet," Feifei chuckled at their bewildered expressions, then flipped the switches next to the buttons on the racks. Even though they were already stretched to the limit by the thick dildos, the slightest movement caused friction against their sensitive walls. Yaru, starved for sensation, couldn't help but bite down slightly on the rubber gag. "Mmm-wuuu-mmph!" Her own rod didn't move, but Qianni’s body suddenly jerked, a soft, high-pitched moan escaping her. As if triggering a mechanism, the rod inside Yaru’s body began to vibrate. "Wuuu-ohhh-ohhh!" The mushroom head throbbed deep within Yaru’s honey-hole; even if only for a second, it forced a maiden-like moan from her lips. "Heh, I forgot to mention: your respective gags control the rods inside the *other* person," Feifei said, watching them blush furiously while still glaring at each other. "The game is simple: whoever makes the other pass out first gets the chance to train them. Of course, if you two manage to stay calm and get through this without incident, then I’ll be the one to train you both." Feifei’s words cleared up the confusion. So that was why Qianni had looked so satisfied when Yaru bit down, and why Yaru’s own rod had moved when Qianni accidentally bit hers. "Fair, right?" Feifei placed her hands on their shoulders and pressed down hard. "Mmm-ohhh-ohhh!" "Wuuu-ahhh-ahhh!" The two women flushed crimson, their eyes locked. Feifei left them with a final, "I’ll leave you to it," and walked away. They weren't fools blinded entirely by hate; if they really did as Feifei suggested—biting down and fighting to the death—they would only exhaust themselves and play right into her hands. As for the "winner" getting to train the loser? They were already bound in such shameful positions; they had seen enough of each other’s misery to last a lifetime. "Splurt, splurt..." "Mmm-nngghhh..." Beside them, Sun Junze shuddered violently as thick, milky fluid was milked directly from his urethra, sucked up into the reservoir at the tip of the masturbator. With the urethral plug removed, he couldn't hold out long against the relentless, multi-point stimulation; the fluid stored in his testicles was drained with effortless ease. Even after he climaxed, the toys attached to his body didn't slow down, continuing to pulse with punishing intensity. They were, after all, under the total control of Xiaoyu and Feifei, who were currently far too engrossed in ravaging the two mature women to even consider a reprieve. The rhythm of Xiaoyu and Feifei’s thrusting grew faster and more aggressive. Every time Zhang Wenting was impaled by Feifei’s dildo, her body would lunge forward, her face burying deep into the soft, yielding flesh between Chen Ruhan’s thighs. Her nose pressed against the damp, slick skin, and with the omnipresent honey-like nectar coating everything, she was left gasping for air, only to be shoved back into position by Xiaoyu’s forceful, rhythmic pounding. Under the relentless assault, the bodies of Chen Ruhan and Zhang Wenting became hypersensitive, their pleasure skyrocketing until, at the peak of their orgasm, their nectar erupted like a tidal wave, colliding with the white, viscous fluid spurting from the dildo’s nozzle. Meanwhile, under the barrage of stimulation, Sun Junze suffered through one climax after another... With the title to Sun Da’s villa transferred to Madame Liang, it had naturally become the new base of operations for Xiaoyu and her cohort. With Sun Da in prison and his company acquired by new owners, no one cared about the fate of Chen Ruhan, who was left alone with her child, or Zhang Wenting, who faced a similar plight. No one realized that these two mature women—who shared such tangled, intimate ties with Sun Junze—along with the delicate, cross-dressing boy himself, had all fallen into the trap set by Xiaoyu and her partner. When Liu Siyuan arrived at the villa under Madame Liang’s orders to oversee the replacement of furniture and decor, she happened to cross paths with Xiaoyu and Feifei as they pulled out of the driveway in a stretched SUV. "Siyuan~" Xiaoyu slowed the car to a stop, greeting the woman holding a handbag. "Sister Xiaoyu, what are you doing here?" Liu Siyuan asked, curious. She only knew that Xiaoyu and her friend were close associates of Madame Liang, and given how wild things had gotten during their last encounter, her tone remained warm and familiar. "Oh, Madame Liang asked us to come by early to clear out some work-related items and documents. She cleared it with everyone beforehand—is that a problem?" Liu Siyuan glanced at the back seat. She noticed the SUV had been modified; the driver and passenger areas were partitioned off, and the rear was completely obscured by heavy curtains. "No problem at all. I’ll just mention it to Madame Liang later," Liu Siyuan replied with a sweet smile. "Great, we’ll be heading off then~" Xiaoyu rolled up the window and drove away under Liu Siyuan’s gaze. "Whew..." Feifei sat in the passenger seat, turning to lift a corner of the curtain just a sliver. A faint, muffled "Mmm-nghh" moan drifted out. Feifei pulled out her phone, tapping on an app, and whispered, "Heh, keep screaming your lungs out. Let’s see how I deal with you later!" "Mmm-nnngghhh!" In the back of the vehicle, the space had been completely cleared out, leaving only a square metal frame. Chen Ruhan, Zhang Wenting, and Sun Junze were all secured within this confined area. The petite Sun Junze was positioned in the center, his entire body encased in a glossy white bodysuit. Beneath the white hood, his mouth was stuffed with sweat-soaked stockings and a leather gag, muffling his cries to a faint whimper. He was strapped into a beige leather restraint suit that clung to his silk-covered frame. His arms were crossed tightly against his chest, bound by zip ties, with the long sleeves pulled behind his back and buckled. The hem of the restraint suit was split into two straps that pulled taut between his inner thighs. Two rings on the shoulders of the suit were connected to the overhead metal frame by straps, suspending him in mid-air, his white-stockinged legs folded and fixed in place, hovering inches above the floor. As for his two mothers, they were fixed tightly against him, one in front and one behind. In front was his biological mother, Zhang Wenting, encased in a purple latex bodysuit. She was forced to kneel on the padded floor, her legs spread wide and locked to the metal frame with leather straps. Her hands, covered in purple latex gloves, were bound behind her back and shoved into a tight, single-handed latex pouch. A strap holding the pouch cut across her breasts, forcing them to bulge prominently. Leather straps crisscrossed her torso and wrists, pinning her bound hands against her spine. A matching purple latex hood completely enveloped her head, leaving no skin exposed save for two moisture-fogged breathing holes. The eye-covers and gag were external attachments, currently locked firmly in place. Judging by her low, guttural moans, her mouth was also stuffed with stockings. Sound-dampening earplugs isolated her from the outside world, leaving her to hear only the commands transmitted through Feifei’s phone. A leather collar cinched the neck of the hood, with a thin chain extending from the back to the overhead frame, offering just enough slack to keep the mature woman moaning in the darkness. Behind Sun Junze was his stepmother, Chen Ruhan, who was subjected to the exact same treatment, though her bodysuit, restraints, and hood were a vibrant, striking red. These three beautiful bodies weren't just pressed together; Xiaoyu and her partner had used specific methods to fuse them into a single unit. Their lower abdomens, waists, and thighs were cinched together with leather straps, locking them into a "human sandwich." First, Zhang Wenting and Sun Junze: Sun Junze’s member, still wearing a urethral plug and encased in silk, was thrust deep into his own mother’s honeyed core. Their lower bodies were pressed so tightly together they couldn't be separated. A vibrating dildo was shoved into Zhang Wenting’s rear, teasing her delicate entrance. Then, between Chen Ruhan and Sun Junze, Xiaoyu had gone the extra mile, fitting the "meat toy" with a double-ended dildo harness. One end was buried deep inside Chen Ruhan’s core, while the other was rammed into Sun Junze’s rear. Both ends contained internal motors, ensuring that even as they remained paralyzed and immobile, they were subjected to vibrations that pushed them to the brink of madness. Similarly, another electric dildo was positioned at Chen Ruhan’s rear. *Bzzzzzz—* The toys on all three bodies hummed in unison. Through Xiaoyu’s meticulous handiwork, the two mothers and their son were inextricably linked, their sensations shared, destined to soon devolve into nothing more than high-quality meat toys, driven solely by carnal desire. He Shaoyue woke up and dragged herself out of bed. Last night had been wild—a blur of intense activity followed by heavy drinking—leaving her head throbbing and her body drained of all energy. As she brushed her teeth, she checked her phone, her eyes immediately darting to the messages from her younger sister, He Yilan. "Big sis, I’m going to use the rope room for some bondage play later. I’ve got a guest coming over, hehe." (Sent after midnight.) "Big sis, I’m tied up and left in the rope room. Come untie me when you wake up." (Sent ten minutes ago.) *This girl, is she really playing that hard? What if I’d slept through the day?* He Shaoyue grumbled to herself. She opened the security app to check the live feed of the living room. It was deathly silent; everything seemed normal, and the door to the rope room was shut tight. It seemed the guest had already left. *She’s far too reckless,* Shaoyue thought, *I’ll have to give her a piece of my mind. It’s dangerous—what if she ends up with nerve damage from the bindings?* "Hang tight, I’m coming down." After freshening up, she smoothed her long black hair and, clad only in a blue silk slip dress, headed downstairs. She unlocked the door and made a beeline for the slightly ajar rope room. "Xiaolan?" "Mmmph-mmph!" Pushing the door open, she was met with a scene far more severe than she had anticipated. Her sister wasn't just tied up; she was thoroughly restrained. Her hands were encased in thick layers of tape, her mouth was gagged, and her eyes were blindfolded with a pair of white stockings. She was bound in a tight, folded-leg position, tethered to a bamboo pole on the ceiling. The soundproofing in the room had muffled Yilan’s cries entirely; it was only when the door opened that the desperate, muffled whimpers reached Shaoyue’s ears. "Mmmph!" Noticing her sister, Yilan shook her head violently, trying to warn her. "Honestly, who could be so heartless to bind our sweet sister like—mmph!" Shaoyue’s focus was entirely on her sister in the dim, amber light of the room. She never noticed the figure lurking behind the door—Feifei. With her black-stockinged feet moving silently across the tatami mats, Feifei lunged forward the moment Shaoyue stepped in, pressing a handkerchief soaked in a potent, fragrant sedative firmly over her nose and mouth. "Mmmph!" Still groggy from sleep, Shaoyue had no strength to resist. She gasped in surprise, inhaling the chemical fumes instantly. Beside her, Yilan struggled, trying to intervene, but her own bindings caused her to collapse onto the mats. Shaoyue’s consciousness faded rapidly; she thrashed weakly in Feifei’s arms before her head lolled back, and she went limp. "Hehe, done." Feifei held the cloth there for a few more seconds to ensure she was completely under, then laid her gently on the tatami. Yilan’s whimpers turned into a sob; she knew her sister had fallen victim to the same predator. "My, what a gorgeous beauty. She’s every bit as lovely as her sister," Feifei purred, looking down at the unconscious girl. Shaoyue’s black hair was fanned out on the mat, her slip dress hiked up to reveal long, slender legs, her toes painted in a sultry, wine-red polish. "A shame she isn't wearing stockings, but no matter—I’ll dress you up properly." Feifei stripped away the slip dress and lingerie, exposing the porcelain-white body. She then produced a pair of ultra-sheer, oil-slick black pantyhose and began to carefully slide them over the famous rope artist, Yueyue. Feifei had planned this look perfectly. The black nylon clung to every inch of Shaoyue’s skin, from her neck down to her fingertips and her most intimate parts, turning her into a vision of dark, glossy temptation. The sheer fabric made her skin glow like polished jade under the lights. But that wasn't enough. Feifei pulled out a sea-blue, white-trimmed "shrine maiden" outfit—more of a sleeveless, high-cut qipao that had been stripped of its side panels. It was held together only by thin ribbons at the collar and waist, leaving her sides completely exposed. The fabric barely covered her breasts and crotch, held in place by delicate straps that did little to hide her curves. Once dressed, Feifei couldn't wait to begin the binding. She used raw hemp rope to pull Shaoyue’s shoulders back, forcing her hands behind her back in a tight, crossed-wrist knot. She pulled the ropes taut, creating a rigid, beautiful pillar of tension that forced Shaoyue’s chest to arch forward. More ropes were coiled around her torso in groups of four, digging into her skin and pressing the thin fabric of her outfit deep into her flesh, making her nipples stand out sharply against the black nylon. Soon, Shaoyue’s upper body was encased in a complex, woven web of rope. Feifei didn't rush to the legs; she knew Yueyue was a master of the craft, and she intended to show her the respect of a truly meticulous bondage session. She pulled out a pack of nude-colored ankle socks, layering five on each of Shaoyue’s hands, followed by bandages and thick, white adhesive tape, triple-securing her fingers into useless, padded stumps. Finally, Feifei stood up and peeled off her own leather shorts. She took off her sweat-dampened pantyhose, rolled them into a ball, and used them to wipe the moisture from her own thighs before shoving the warm, fragrant fabric into Shaoyue’s mouth. She sealed the lips with wide strips of white tape, then wrapped the entire jaw in elastic bandages until the bulge of the gag was smoothed into a tight, flat surface. A final touch—a white, blue-polka-dot handkerchief tied over the bandages—ensured that any sound Shaoyue might make would be nothing more than a faint, insect-like buzz. Feifei loved nothing more than dragging these proud, high-status women down into the abyss. "Hehehe," Feifei chuckled, pulling on a new pair of ultra-sheer, polka-dot pantyhose. "Don't be in such a hurry, Xiaolan. The show is just beginning, and I think you’re going to love it." It felt as though she had plummeted into an abyss. This time, He Shaoyue jolted awake, her heart hammering against her ribs in a frantic, uneven rhythm. The first thing to flood her consciousness was the lingering ache and discomfort radiating throughout her body. "Mmm-wuuu-wuuu!" Having gone a long time without being bound—only ever acting as the submissive during her early days as a rope artist to practice on her younger sister—the sensation of tight, biting ropes was an alien, overwhelming intrusion. As her eyes fluttered open, she realized she was no longer in the rope studio. She was surrounded by pitch-black walls, with iron cages large enough to hold an adult tucked into the corners. The walls were adorned with an arsenal of BDSM gear: whips, gags, K9 sets, vibrators, dildos, and anal plugs. *This is my own dungeon,* she realized, her mind clearing. She had been moved while unconscious. And now, she was positioned on an even more unforgiving piece of equipment: a wooden triangular horse. A full-length mirror stood in the room, positioned directly in front of her. Every time she lifted her head, she was forced to confront her own wretched state. Clad in a scandalously erotic priestess outfit and sheer black pantyhose, her legs were splayed wide over the wooden wedge. The crotch of her stockings was pressed hard against the sharp, unyielding edge of the wood. The moment she regained consciousness, the sharp, grinding pain began to torment her nerves. A rope extended from a ceiling anchor to her back, ensuring she couldn't pull away, while her legs were strapped firmly to the sides of the horse. Her body was pitched forward, her weight resting almost entirely on the wooden edge. Simply sitting there, motionless, the friction against her sensitive folds was enough to make her brow furrow and whimpers escape her throat. Any slight shift in her posture only intensified the agony and stimulation. Pain, arousal, and discomfort collided, and she could feel her lower body already beginning to slick with moisture. Even the skin beneath her pantyhose was beaded with a fine, cold sweat. "Wuuu-wuuu!" Fortunately, her resilience held; she gritted her teeth, determined to endure. Her primary concern was her sister. Through the mirror, she caught a glimpse of her. Her younger sister, He Yilan, dressed in a cute JK sailor uniform, was positioned not far behind her. Unlike the harsh treatment of the triangular horse, Yilan’s legs were bound tightly together, and she was suspended in a half-standing position, only the tips of her white-stockinged toes touching the floor, her heels raised. Yilan’s eyes were still covered by a blindfold, unable to see her sister’s distress, but the sounds were enough to tell her that Shaoyue had awakened. Yilan’s pleated skirt was gone; she wore only the white sailor top and white tights, the fabric so thin it was clear she had been stripped of her panties underneath. "Mmm-wuuu-wuuu!" Their whimpers rose and fell in a rhythmic, haunting duet, a wordless conversation between two souls who couldn't grasp the other's intent. The only thing that brought Shaoyue a sliver of peace was knowing that, for now, Yilan’s situation seemed slightly less agonizing than her own. "Heh-heh-heh~" The door to the dungeon swung open. Feifei walked in, humming a tune. She had spent the time away posting messages on both their social media accounts, announcing a temporary hiatus, ensuring they wouldn't be disturbed. "Oh my, the legendary rope artist Yueyue, finally defeated and under my thumb. Being tied up doesn't feel so good, does it? Tee-hee~" Feifei mocked, seeing the agony etched on Shaoyue’s face. Feifei had changed into a pair of nude-colored high heels; they made no sound on the carpet, yet were a feast for the eyes. To match the stockings, she had even swapped her gloves for a coffee-colored pair. She scanned the room, then walked over to the wall of gear. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a complete collection. You must have 'trained' quite a few people, Yueyue. Why haven't I seen any of your posts?" "Wuuu..." Shaoyue rolled her eyes in frustration. Her private sessions were strictly confidential; how could she ever post them online? "Tee-hee, no matter," Feifei said, walking up to her and lifting her chin with a slender finger. "The great Yueyue’s first time being the submissive... it belongs to me now." "Mmm-wuuu-wuuu!" The tight gag made it nearly impossible for Shaoyue to moan, but her pride remained intact. She burned with the thought of making this wicked woman pay once she was free. Feifei’s eyes landed on a pink object on the wall, and her face lit up. It had been a while since she’d played with that. The sisters had no idea what she was planning. Feifei approached Shaoyue, unbuckled the straps holding her legs, yanked the rope behind her back to pull her upright, and shoved the triangular horse away. "Wuuu-wuuu!" Like her sister, Shaoyue’s legs dangled, her toes barely brushing the floor. It was a relief compared to the horse, though her crotch and thighs were already numb and aching. Behind her, Yilan could hear the commotion. She whimpered, unaware of the exact situation. Feifei brought in a high stool and placed it in front of Shaoyue. She then used ropes to bind Shaoyue’s legs to the two front legs of the chair, keeping them spread just enough. She loosened the overhead rope slightly, forcing Shaoyue to lean forward, her torso pressed flat against the stool. She tied more ropes from Shaoyue’s lower abdomen and neck down to the chair, locking her into a rigid, arched position. The mirror reflected her humiliating posture: her black-stockinged, shapely buttocks were thrust high into the air, the priestess outfit offering absolutely no coverage. "Heh-heh-heh~" Feifei grabbed the pink item from the wall and dangled it in front of Shaoyue. "I’m curious, who were you planning to use this on? Do you have a 'slave of a slave'?" It was a silicone double-ended dildo. Shaoyue had bought a bulk shipment of gear long ago, much of it never touched, just hanging there as decoration. She never imagined it would be used on her. "Mmm-wuuu-wuuu!" No matter how she struggled, her legs were locked to the chair. Her private parts, encased in the sheer stockings, were a delicate, flushed pink. Feifei’s fingers traced the curve of her buttocks, the touch cool and strangely soothing, but when her fingers brushed against her crotch, the sensation shifted. Feifei hooked a finger into the crotch of the pantyhose and ripped it open, exposing the tender, swollen folds. Whether from the sweat of the triangular horse or her own mounting arousal, Shaoyue was slick and glistening. Feifei’s fingertip came away coated in her juices. Then, the pink dildo made its entrance. Feifei held it by the center, pushing one end against the entrance of Shaoyue’s flower. She didn't force it in; instead, she teased the mushroom head against the sensitive opening, rubbing it in circles, then squeezed a tube of lubricant over her pubic mound, swirling it into the folds along with the tip of the toy. "Mmm-wuuu-wuuu!" Shaoyue’s attempts to pull away were futile, only causing the chair to wobble. The friction of the cold, lubricated toy against her sensitive flesh soon turned into a searing warmth. More moisture welled up from deep within, mixing with the lube to coat the smooth surface of the dildo. "Mmm-hmm~ Looks like you’re already impatient, you slut!" Feifei teased, watching Shaoyue’s hips twitch against her will. "As you wish, I’m coming in~" "Mmm-wuuu-wuuu!" Shaoyue shook her head, but a jolt of fullness—an almost comforting pleasure—shot through her lower body as Feifei slid the thick shaft into her. There was still so much more to go. Shaoyue wasn't a prude; in her line of work, she often masturbated to relieve stress. But being penetrated like this, bound and exposed before another person, was a level of humiliation that far surpassed any session she had ever conducted. "Wuuu-wuuu! Hhh-hhh! Mmm-ahhh!"