The Bitch Prosecutor

Su Wan was once a reserve "meat-toy" at a frontier base. Through sheer resilience and a masochistic tolerance for pain, she clawed her way out of that prison, transcending her class to become the current Prosecutor of Furong County. Yet, only days into her tenure, she was informed that the county treasury had been emptied—over three hundred thousand taels of silver, vanished. The higher-ups were furious, ordering her to uncover the truth and recover the funds within three months, or face demotion and exile to the frontier. What was the frontier base? A desolate, brutal wasteland where the law of the jungle reigned. Most exiled criminals were reduced to livestock, imprisoned in iron cages for life to pay their debts with their bodies. Many didn't even make it to the destination, dying on the road after being ravaged repeatedly by their guards. To avoid such a fate and protect the position she had fought so hard to earn, Su Wan investigated through the night. But her investigators began to disappear one by one, all leads pointing toward the Flower District. With no other options, she decided to take a desperate gamble: disguising her identity to infiltrate a high-end fetish café to gather evidence. "Miss... perhaps we should reconsider. There's no need for you to take such a risk yourself..." Huanchun said, her face etched with worry. "The situation is critical. In the entire Inspectorate, I am the only one with experience in high-intensity conditioning. Even if an accident occurs, I can untie myself and escape. Furong County is a den of hidden currents; I can't trust anyone else," Su Wan replied, shaking her head, her gaze unwavering. Huanchun wanted to argue, but the sheer resolve in Su Wan’s expression silenced her. She tightened her grip on the coarse, weathered hemp rope and stepped toward Su Wan, whispering, "I'm starting then." Su Wan kept her composure, though her heart hammered against her ribs. She had never been bound by her own kin before, and with the prospect of serving guests later, she couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous tension. Huanchun instructed Su Wan to pull her arms behind her back. She wound the rope around her wrists—once, twice, three times—tightening it vertically after six full loops. She then threaded the rope upward, over the forearms, elbows, and biceps, cinching it until the flesh bulged against the bindings, pinning her slender arms into a rigid, inescapable lock. The rough hemp bit deep into her skin, acting like four sets of makeshift shackles that clamped her joints. Su Wan was forced to puff out her chest and pull her shoulders back to their absolute limit, causing the muscles in her back and the inner creases of her arms to bunch together, rendering her immobile. "Nngh..." A flush of crimson raced across Su Wan’s cheeks, her breathing growing ragged. This posture was already pushing her limits; even the slightest struggle sent the fibers of the rope digging deeper into her flesh. Her blood flow was restricted, and a dull, aching numbness began to creep from her arms down to her fingertips. Huanchun didn't stop. She skillfully guided the rope to her chest, wrapping it tightly around the base of her breasts several times before looping it back behind her to cinch it tight. Finally, she pulled a strand horizontally across the center of the mounds, forcing the soft, full flesh to cave in deeply, straining the fabric until it threatened to tear. Su Wan looked down at her chest. Despite the intense constriction, she gritted her teeth and whispered, "No... it’s not tight enough. They’ll be suspicious. Bind it tighter." "But, Miss..." "No buts," Su Wan gasped, her voice breathless. "I am not a Prosecutor right now. I am just a new bitch recruited by the fetish café. Would you show mercy to a bitch?" Huanchun was rendered speechless. She had no choice but to pull out another length of hemp, reinforcing the existing bindings into a complex, intricate cross-hatch pattern. The two mounds were precisely divided into eight segments, with horizontal and vertical ropes pressing firmly against the sensitive peaks. Her nipples were forced to protrude, standing out against the sheer, near-transparent fabric like two ripened cherries, flushed with a faint, delicate pink. *It’s so tight... it’s almost unbearable...* Su Wan felt a pang of distress, but she was too proud to ask for relief. She could only endure, letting out a series of soft, stifled whimpers. Her breast roots were crushed by the hemp, and the flesh was held fast by the web, the crisscrossing ropes sinking deep into her skin to create distinct, bulging ridges. Her breasts felt like heavy, fluid-filled sacs, hanging with such weight that she had the terrifying sensation they might burst with the slightest touch. "Miss... is it too tight?" Huanchun asked, feeling a pang of guilt as she watched Su Wan’s face grow even more flushed. "Hah... no, it's fine." The rough texture of the rope continuously grazed her sensitive, tender skin. Su Wan suppressed the urge to moan, forcing a calm smile. "You... you continue." "Oh, okay..." Though puzzled, Huanchun didn't dare question her further. She continued the binding, wrapping the coarse rope horizontally around Su Wan’s knees several times before pulling it vertically to the limit. She then extended the ropes upward, cinching them tightly around her inner thighs. The remaining length was woven into a diamond-shaped net over her buttocks, squeezing the flesh into uneven, bulging segments. The rope passed through her groin, pulling her thighs together and forcing her *little clam* to swell even more prominently. In moments, Su Wan’s lower body was encased in the heavy, restrictive hemp. Her legs were bound so tightly she had lost all ability to move. Her buttocks were clearly separated by the tension, and the sheer, transparent skirt could no longer hide the pale skin beneath. One could even glimpse the crease of her bottom and that moist, pink softness, which was now twitching rhythmically, like a trapped butterfly struggling to take flight. "Mm... mmm..." *This stubborn girl really doesn't know how to hold back...* Su Wan’s face was flushed to the tips of her ears. While she chided Huanchun in her heart, she also regretted her earlier request. She felt her center of gravity shifting; her legs were failing to support her, and with 15cm heels on her feet, standing—let alone walking—was becoming an impossible task. Huanchun, oblivious to her internal struggle, turned to the cabinet and pulled out two menacing, foreign objects. She looked at Su Wan, hesitating, "Miss... are you still able to hold on?" Su Wan stared at the two objects in horror. They were a pair of bizarre, cylindrical devices. The first was covered in bulging, knotted veins and irregular, coarse ridges. Its surface was textured with dense, microscopic granules, and the tip was not the rounded shape of a standard dildo, but rather flared outward into a thick, upturned rim, resembling a mushroom cap forced into full bloom. It measured at least 20cm in length, and its thickest diameter was nearly as wide as an adult man’s wrist. The second was a string of graduated rubber beads, starting from the size of a thumb and ending with the largest, which was nearly the size of a goose egg. Its surface was similarly coated in fine, abrasive granules, appearing hard and unforgiving. Su Wan’s heart sank to the depths of despair. While she had anticipated that a service worker in this profession would inevitably be stuffed and kept in a constant state of humiliation, the intel had never mentioned that the dimensions and shapes of these toys would be this grotesque. Especially that abnormally thick rubber rod—just looking at the flared, upturned tip made Su Wan feel the phantom pain of being forcibly stretched. If the whole thing were to slide inside, even the deepest folds of her body would be pried wide open, leaving no room for anything else. Her face flushed, a mix of terror and profound shame washing over her. "Miss... the intel seems to be inaccurate. Should we reconsider..." Huanchun whispered, her eyes filled with worry. She doubted her mistress could handle this; even if she had been trained as a 'flesh vessel' in the past, this was simply too thick. *Who on earth gathered this intel? How could they get something so fundamental wrong?* Su Wan felt a surge of humiliated rage, but her throat was so tight she could barely speak. She could only shake her head slightly, then laboriously scooted toward the vanity, presenting her rounded, firm buttocks to Huanchun. "Go ahead. Now that we’re here, there’s no turning back..." Her voice trembled, laced with a tension she hadn't realized she was projecting. Helpless, Huanchun quickly sterilized the two objects and applied lubricant. She pulled Su Wan’s skirt up to her waist, stripped away her white lace panties, and pried apart her fair, rounded cheeks, exposing the tight, puckered entrance of her rear. "Mm... ngh..." The chilly evening breeze drifted in through the window, and Su Wan felt the damp, cold air against her exposed skin. The sensation of the cool air on her rear triggered a wave of shame and panic. She instinctively tried to arch her back, but Huanchun skillfully gripped her bound wrists, pinning her firmly back against the vanity. "Huan, Huanchun?!" Su Wan gasped in shock, struggling to twist her hips and break free. But with her arms and thighs tightly bound and her feet forced into 15cm heels, her calves were locked rigid. She couldn't lift her torso, and her full, soft breasts were flattened against the cold surface of the vanity, the sensitive, cherry-red tips rubbing against the hard table, sending jolts of stimulation through her body. Her dark hair fell in disarray across her flushed face. Su Wan turned her head, catching a glimpse of her own flushed cheeks and parted lips in the mirror. The sight only deepened her humiliation. "Miss, please don't be nervous. There might be hidden cameras in the dressing room," Huanchun whispered a warning. Su Wan understood the implication, but her heart was pounding against her ribs. She didn't want to endure this shame any longer. Gritting her teeth, she forced the words out: "Fine... just keep going. No matter how I struggle, ignore me... that is an order." The moment the words left her lips, she felt the absurdity of it all. She was so ashamed her legs were shaking, yet she had actively blocked her own escape. But without this, how could she force herself to endure it? "Then, Miss, please bear with it..." Huanchun patted her buttocks to briefly distract her, then decisively aimed the string of rubber beads at her rear and shoved them in without warning. "Ahhh!!" Su Wan’s eyes widened, a mournful cry escaping her throat. The smallest bead slid in easily, but the second and third began to force her tight flesh-rings open. The coarse granules scraped against her sensitive inner walls like thousands of tiny silver needles, causing her body to shudder violently as she thrashed and kicked her legs in a frantic, involuntary reflex. As the rubber beads were pushed in one by one, the size increased, and the pain layered upon itself. By the time the third-to-last bead reached the entrance, beads of sweat were already dotting her forehead. Her vision blurred, and her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps. The sudden, aggressive insertion of the beads was simply too intense, too overwhelming. Even with her history of high-intensity training, she couldn't handle it. She twisted her waist and hips, moaning uncontrollably, unable to maintain her composure. "Huan, Huanchun?! You, this... ngh, w-w-w-w-wooo?!" Su Wan turned her head to snap at her to be gentler, but Huanchun suddenly increased the pressure, shoving two more beads inside. The intense pain and stimulation wiped her mind blank. Her legs stiffened and twitched, her toes curled tightly inside her heels, and her moans dissolved into broken, sobbing whimpers. Huanchun, usually clever, was being thick-headed, strictly following Su Wan’s previous command to keep her pinned. Su Wan tried to speak, but she was too overwhelmed to focus, her throat filled with shattered, mournful cries. "Mm... Huan... oh, ohhh, ahhh!!" "Miss, please don't be anxious, I really am trying..." Huanchun, misinterpreting Su Wan's cries as a demand for speed, stopped holding back and shoved the entire string of beads into Su Wan’s rear. Poor Su Wan was forcibly stuffed to the brim. Her rear was completely blocked. Filled with shame and rage, she twisted her hips, trying to expel the damned foreign object, but it was impossible. Every contraction only caused the beads inside to grind against her, sparking waves of unbearable, bloated pain and stimulation that made her body tremble and her mouth hang open in a silent, wanton 'O' of agony. *Oh, oh?! So, so deep?! It hurts... Huanchun, you stubborn idiot...* Su Wan cried out in her heart, a mix of shame and pain. She instinctively tried to struggle, pulling against her bonds, but the hemp rope was incredibly sturdy. Huanchun had tied them to the limit; as she moved, the rough rope scraped against her skin, soaking up her sweat, becoming tighter and harder, digging deep into her flesh and leaving rows of swollen, crimson welts. *The toys in this fetish café... why are they so thick and hard?! It makes no sense...* Su Wan was dazed, her dampened hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, her mouth slightly agape, emitting a series of fragmented, broken moans. "Tch, what a sensitive little closet slut." The woman let out a dry, mocking chuckle before pulling her hand back. She picked up the menu from the tray and settled back into her seat. As she flipped through the pages with a carbon pen, she teased, "Honestly, I’ve seen plenty of bitches like you behind the scenes. You’re all the same—the ones who wag their tails the hardest and act the sluttiest. I’ll order extra today so you can earn a bigger commission. I’ll be back tomorrow, and I expect you to be crawling over to lick my shoes by then." *Bitch... sluttiest... lick my shoes...* You perverted, shameless bastard! Just wait until I finish this, I’ll arrest you and interrogate you until you break! Su Wan’s eyes widened in fury, momentarily stunned and unable to find a retort. Though she loathed to admit it, she looked exactly like a bitch right now. Her delicate body trembled as she knelt on the floor, the spots where her nipples had been pinched burned with a sharp, stinging heat, and she was already growing damp between her legs... It was utterly, completely shameless. No, that’s not it... this is just a normal physiological response. Anyone would react this way to such humiliation—*mmph, w-w-w-w?!* Just as Su Wan was trying to console herself, the middle-aged woman slammed the menu and pen onto the tray. A sudden, heavy sensation struck her. The butterfly nipple clamps yanked violently at her tender flesh, the intense pain and stinging sensation leaving her mind a blank slate. She could only throw her head back, eyes wide, letting out a series of mournful moans. Her body arched forward uncontrollably, her hips thrusting high into the air, nearly causing her to collapse onto the floor again. "You?! You damn—ahhhhhhh?!" Su Wan turned to scream, trying to scramble to her feet, but the woman just sneered with disdain. She pressed a red button on the corner of the table, and two rubber rods began to thrust violently inside her. "Guh-ohhhhhh?!" Su Wan’s pupils constricted, her body shaking like a leaf in a storm. The rough, textured surface scraped relentlessly against her sensitive inner walls, while the mushroom-shaped tips hammered repeatedly at her core. The stimulation forced her waist and hips to writhe, her breasts swaying with every jolt. Her lower legs pulled inward into a V-shape, trembling uncontrollably, and the tips of her high heels tapped rhythmically against the tiles, accompanied by a string of wanton, slutty moans. *How—how can she adjust the frequency?! It hurts so much! I’m going to—I’m going to—mm-ohhhhhhh?!* Su Wan never imagined such a thing could happen. Being rammed by the rubber rods, she wailed uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back into her head. The sight of her—so lewd and debased—contrasted sharply with her earlier resistance and disdain, drawing raucous laughter and a barrage of filthy insults from the surrounding crowd. "So slutty! I’ve never seen such a desperate bitch!" "Stop acting so high and mighty! You’re just another slut who loves being filled and pounded while on your knees!" "She doesn't even know the basic rules; she deserves to be humiliated and punished like this!" The entire cafe erupted into a frenzy of cheers and jeers. Even the other waitresses kneeling on the floor glanced over, but instead of sympathy, their eyes were filled with nothing but disgust and jealousy. Some even spat in her direction, cursing her for not knowing the rules and for stealing their business and attention. As it turned out, every table in the fetish cafe was equipped with a remote control linked to the waitress serving that specific station. If a customer was dissatisfied with the service, they could press the remote to alter the frequency or function of the device inside the waitress as a form of punishment. Since such actions also triggered minor penalties for the other waitresses, their resentment was, in their eyes, perfectly justified. Su Wan’s gaze was glazed, her pupils unfocused; she looked like a woman on the verge of being broken. The once-haughty prosecutor was now being reduced to a twitching mess by the rubber rods, eyes rolling back in her head. If word of this got out, she would instantly become the laughingstock of Furong County, branded with labels like "slut" and "bitch." But it wasn't entirely Su Wan's fault. The middle-aged woman’s methods were simply too skilled and ruthless. She had cranked the device to its highest frequency. Su Wan tried to fight back, but her body was tightly bound by hemp rope, and the relentless, high-intensity thrusting inside her drained away any remaining willpower or strength. She could only kneel there, her body writhing in vain, her mouth slightly agape, letting out broken, intermittent moans. "Ngh... hhh... I can’t... I can’t breathe... Should I... should I just break free now? But if I do, ngh..." Su Wan’s body had been modified by high-potency stimulants, designed to force an adrenaline surge through physiological desire. It allowed her to momentarily suppress all pain and negative emotions while exponentially enhancing her physical capabilities. Breaking through ordinary hemp rope would be effortless for her—this was her trump card, the reason she dared to act as bait and let herself be bound. But with so many eyes on her, revealing her strength now would blow her cover and doom the entire mission. *Just... a little longer... I don’t believe she’d actually... actually dare to... ngh!* Su Wan’s face flushed deep crimson, then began to turn a faint, bruised purple. Seeing Su Wan on the verge of passing out from suffocation, a flicker of suspicion crossed the manager’s eyes. She finally loosened her grip. Su Wan gasped for air, her chest heaving violently, her breasts swaying with the exertion. She hadn't anticipated that the movement would shift the rubber rod inside her; the mushroom-shaped tip jabbed deep into her most sensitive core. The sudden, sharp stimulation made her body shudder. Instinctively, she tried to hunch over, but the noose tightened around her throat, forcing her into a fit of violent coughing. "Gah-huck! Cough—ugh... hhh-nghh-ohhh!" Saliva pooled in her mouth and spilled down her chin. Her flushed, beautiful face was a mess of tears, mucus, and sweat, with stray locks of hair plastered to her forehead and temples. Her peach-blossom eyes were half-lidded, making her look utterly wretched. "Tch." The manager sneered at the sight. "Remember this feeling well. You’re nothing but a bitch in this place. If you dare talk back to a Black Gold member again, it won’t just be a simple choking. Do you understand?" "Hhh... hhh..." Su Wan struggled to regain her senses. She tilted her head slightly, panting, and lifted her unfocused eyes to glare at the manager. "This is... illegal detention. You’re going to..." "Illegal detention?" The manager laughed as if she’d heard the funniest joke in the world. "Perhaps the Hibiscus District has its own rules, but Flower Street has its own laws. No matter who you are, once you fall into my hands, you become whatever I want you to be." *Flower Street has its own laws... what does that mean?* Su Wan fought to steady herself. She tilted her head, her once clear, bright eyes now swimming with moisture, the corners still red from the recent asphyxiation. She looked both defiant and pathetic, yet she couldn't help but probe further. "You dare to act against the old regulations like this? Aren't you afraid of being purged?!" "Tch, 'purged'..." The contempt in the manager’s eyes deepened. She slapped Su Wan’s full, rope-bound breasts, making the flesh quiver and the cherry-red tips tremble, before pinching the end of the butterfly nipple clamps and tugging them sharply. "Ngh-un!" Su Wan’s eyes fluttered shut, a stifled moan escaping her throat. A fresh wave of heat flooded her face. To alleviate the pain, she instinctively tried to shift forward, but her deep-squat position and the bindings around her thighs left her only able to writhe uselessly. Her high-arched buttocks brushed against the cold wall, sparking a series of sharp, electric sensations. More crystal-clear nectar leaked through the folds of her flesh, soaking her crotch. *Oh god! It’s so tight... so shameful... being treated like this in public... and making those sounds...* Su Wan felt like dying of humiliation, yet she was powerless. She hadn't expected this shop to be this depraved. The intel suggested she’d just be wearing lingerie and tied up for show—at most, some light groping or breast-fondling. It was supposed to be a matter of wounded pride, not this. *Was the intel wrong? Or... is there a mole in the Inspectorate?!* It was a terrifying thought, but Su Wan had no energy left to dwell on it. Between the choking punishment and the bindings, she was trapped in a no-win situation. Worst of all, those damned rubber rods were vibrating slightly. If this continued, even her iron-clad willpower wouldn't be enough to suppress her body’s instincts. *Having an orgasm in public... the thought alone was enough to drive her to despair.* The manager watched her, a smirk playing on her lips. As she adjusted the hemp ropes, she continued her degradation, every word aimed at the most vulnerable parts of her psyche. "Look at you, you slut. When you were gasping for air earlier, didn't you clench even tighter down there? Hmm? A bitch who leaks just from having her tits played with, and you dare talk to me about rules? Who do you think you are? The new Inspector? Even if she were here, she’d be on her knees licking boots on Flower Street." As she spoke, she grabbed the hemp rope and began wrapping it around the cords binding Su Wan’s wrists—once, twice, three times. After six tight loops, she pulled them taut, then re-wove them into a figure-eight knot that dug deep into her skin, turning the flesh a raw, angry red. "Ngh...!" *It’s... it’s not over yet...* Su Wan’s breathing quickened, her body trembling more violently. The manager expertly threaded the rope through an iron ring on the wall and yanked it hard. Su Wan’s arms were hauled high, her shoulders forced back to their absolute limit. "Ngh-uuuuhhh?!" Su Wan arched her back, a sharp cry escaping her. This position was at the very edge of her physical capacity. She twisted her hips in agony, but resistance was futile. The manager kept pulling, drawing her bound arms higher until they were at a right angle to her back, forming an inverted 'L'. "Straight-arm squat suspension... this is our standard way of disciplining a bitch. Doesn't it feel good?" The manager’s voice was dripping with mockery. She then proceeded to bind Su Wan’s forearms, hands, and upper arms to the existing ropes, threading them through the noose around her neck, and finally looping them back to the iron ring, rapidly weaving an intricate, suffocating web of rope. If that’s the case... then this is the perfect moment for the abduction. This alley is far too secluded—no surveillance, no pedestrians. My arms are already bound tight behind me, leaving me utterly defenseless. As Su Wan thought this, the sound of rapid footsteps suddenly echoed behind her. They’re here. They’re actually here. Su Wan’s pupils trembled slightly. The footsteps accelerated, and a hand lunged from behind, clamping over her face. A damp handkerchief was pressed firmly against her mouth and nose, reeking of a pungent, nauseating chemical. "Mmmph?!" It’s... it’s a sedative. Such professional abduction tactics. Su Wan’s gaze hardened, though she feigned a look of frantic panic. She thrashed her delicate body, her throat filled with pathetic, whimpering moans. To her surprise, the assailant shoved her to the ground, the *click-click* of two heavy-duty zip ties locking her ankles and knees together, forcing her legs into a rigid, gapless seal. "Mmmph-mmph-mmph?!" Su Wan shook her head, letting out a desperate wail as she arched her waist and hips. The kidnapper swiftly pulled out a thin hemp rope, weaving it back and forth between her ankles and the base of her hair. With a violent tug, he cinched it tight, pulling her body into a strained, extreme back-arch. "Wh-who are you? Help... G-gh-mmph!" Before she could finish, a kidnapper gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open, and shoved a thick, jet-black rubber rod deep into her throat. "Mmmph! G-gh-kkh!" The thick, rigid rubber rod jammed all the way to the back of her throat. The intense stimulation made her gag reflex flare, her stomach churning violently. Her body shuddered, her hips bucking in a futile struggle, but the kidnapper pinned her down, forcing a latex blindfold and earplugs onto her. *Oh, god... it’s so unbearable!* Su Wan was forced to keep her chest thrust forward, her beautiful eyes wide behind the latex blindfold. She had anticipated the kidnapping, but she hadn’t expected these thugs to be this proficient. She struggled to adapt, feeling every joint in her body twisted to its limit. She was trussed like a hog, only her abdomen barely touching the ground, her breasts crushed flat against the pavement, her nipples chafing painfully against the rough surface. *These kidnappers... they are definitely tied to the case.* The only thing I can do now is play the part of the terrified victim. The more panicked I seem, the more they’ll let their guard down. Once I’m taken to their hideout, I’ll find the mastermind. With that thought, Su Wan began to struggle violently, her shoulders twisting, her bound arms arching uselessly behind her back, her throat filled with desperate, whimpering sobs—the picture of absolute terror. Yet, the two rubber rods inside her continued to stimulate her inner walls, causing her body to tremble as a stream of honeyed nectar leaked uncontrollably. "Look at this bitch’s tits. Even trussed up like this, they’re still hitting the ground. A top-tier piece," a low voice rumbled. Another kidnapper chimed in, sounding impressed: "To maintain such flexibility while having her arms bound straight behind her... she’s quite the specimen." "Enough talk. Let’s get her out of here." *Three kidnappers... they have a car... that means the hideout is far from here.* As Su Wan deduced this, she felt herself being hoisted up. She squirmed in discomfort, only for her buttocks to be struck with a stinging, sharp slap that made her flesh quiver. A low command growled in her ear: "Don't move. One more twitch and I’ll sell you to some high-ranking official as a meat slave." *Damn it... damn perverts. Just wait until I get to your base, I’ll take you all down.* Soon, Su Wan was tossed into the trunk of a car at the alley’s entrance. As the lid slammed shut, a dim light flickered on inside. A gaunt-looking kidnapper pulled a key from his pocket, inserted it into the specialized lock of her chastity belt, and gave it a gentle turn. *You think you can unlock this?* A flash of contempt crossed Su Wan’s eyes. This wasn't just any belt; she had it custom-made to protect her virtue. Without the specific, unique key, it was impossible to remove. But then, the unthinkable happened. With a crisp *click*, the belt sprang open. The two rubber rods slid out from her inner walls, trailing sticky, translucent threads. The fluids that had been dammed up for so long surged out, splashing onto the kidnapper’s hand. The kidnapper paused, then let out a low, lecherous chuckle. "Holy shit, this slut is dripping wet... and even with those things shoved inside, she’s so stretched she can barely close up. She really knows how to suck." Su Wan’s pupils constricted, her blood running cold. *The specialized lock of the chastity belt... opened so easily? How is that possible?! That was custom-made by the Inspection Department... unless...?!* A flash of memory surged through Su Wan’s mind—the state of the fetish café and the intelligence reports she had received, which were completely at odds with reality. *Could it be... is there really a mole in the Inspection Department? Did they steal the key and hand it over to these thugs?!* "What... what exactly are you trying to do..." she stammered, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her voice thick and slurred. Huanchun didn't answer. Her expression was one of clinical focus. With one hand, she held a medical-grade lead, while the other maneuvered a pair of tweezers to grip a microscopic, transparent device encased in glass. With surgical precision, she slid it into Su Wan’s mouth, tucking it firmly against the inner side of her rear molars. "This is the cutting edge of technology. The moment it detects any tampering, it will transmit your exact coordinates to the cloud—bypassing distance, ignoring signal interference, and immune to any jamming devices..." "It’s... it’s that advanced? But, but—gkh, ngh, uuuugh?!" Su Wan was caught between shock and humiliation. The tweezers darted in and out of her mouth, and her tongue, pinned down by the medical lead, was utterly defenseless. She was forced to lick the cold metal of the tool over and over again. Even Huanchun’s fingers were slick with her saliva. The recurring waves of nausea forced soft, distressed whimpers from her throat, and her legs, encased in white silk stockings, curled tightly together in involuntary reflex. "Heh, Miss, your little tongue is so pink. It makes me want to break you in and turn you into my bitch~" Huanchun’s eyes suddenly glazed over with a fanatical obsession. She stopped what she was doing, shoved Su Wan down onto the floor, and clamped her hands firmly around her throat. "Huanchun, you... ngh... mmmph-nnngh?!" Su Wan’s beautiful eyes widened in terror. She let out a sharp, strangled cry, shaking her head violently and kicking her legs, desperate to break free from Huanchun’s iron grip. *Clang.* Her head struck something hard. A searing, white-hot pain flared behind her eyes. The world blurred, fractured, and then shattered into darkness. Su Wan jolted awake, her senses assaulted by the damp, acrid stench of rot and stale urine. *What is this suffocating smell? Was that just a dream? That little slut Huanchun actually dared to rebel... the audacity...* Though Huanchun was Su Wan’s assistant on paper, she was a depraved, repressed nymphomaniac in the shadows, constantly posturing and preening, desperate for a taste of favor. *Ugh, my head is pounding... and my whole body feels so sore and swollen...* Su Wan shifted her body, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the movement triggered a surge of intense, electric stimulation that forced a moan from her lips. *Pain... it hurts so much...* As her consciousness fully returned, Su Wan realized with a jolt that she was imprisoned in a cramped iron cage. Her mouth was stuffed to capacity with a rubber gag, the rod stretching her jaw wide, pinning her tongue down and pressing against her throat. Saliva pooled at the corners of her lips, drenching her chin in a glistening, viscous trail. Her private parts were similarly violated, sealed shut by a thick, rigid rubber rod. The mushroom-shaped tip was jammed deep into her, pressing against the most sensitive, soft flesh within. Every shallow breath she took caused the rough, textured surface of the toy to grind against her inner walls. Her anus felt agonizingly distended, clearly stuffed with a foreign object, and even her urethra had been forcibly penetrated by a silicone probe, leaving her with a constant, burning sensation of heat and an unbearable, unquenchable urge to urinate. "Oh... oh god! It’s... it’s so deep..." Su Wan’s eyes half-closed. She instinctively tried to pull her legs together, but the only response was the sharp, metallic jingle of chains. Her arms and neck were locked to a horizontal bar at the top of the cage, while her ankles were shackled to either side. A heavy iron bar ran horizontally through the cage, pinning her waist in place. The restraint forced her into a humiliating, kneeling posture—head held high, chest thrust forward—her entire body subjected to maximum restriction. The cold, unyielding bar dug into her knees, the chill seeping into her bones along with the sharp ache. Su Wan gritted her teeth, trying to struggle, only to realize the chains were measured with cruel precision; they were long enough to prevent blood flow from stopping, but short enough to lock her into this exact, agonizing pose. *Such professional cage confinement... the spacing is perfect...* Su Wan marveled inwardly. She was forced to kneel with her buttocks arched, and while moving her legs outward might have eased the internal pressure, it only intensified the grinding pain in her knees. The most ingenious part of the design was the active chain system linked to her neck and arms. If she lowered her arms, the chains would tighten around her throat, inducing a suffocating panic. If she bowed her head, it would pull her arms higher, putting unbearable strain on her shoulders. Even if she remained perfectly still, the cursed rubber rods and beads inside her would scrape against her sensitive interior with every micro-tremor of her body. No matter what she chose, she was condemned to constant, agonizing torment. *These chains are too thick... even with my body’s special modifications, there’s no chance of breaking them... The priority now is to gather intelligence...* Su Wan shook her head, suppressing the shame and discomfort, and began to scan her surroundings.