Tightrope Subdivision [Part 2

Not long after the cleaner pushed away the box that bound and restrained Su Ying, a beautiful OL in exquisite black silk high heels walked out of the Forbidden Photography Company building. She stretched lazily and yawned, then looked around as if searching for something. This person was Su Ying's secretary, Meichen. Seeing that there were no boxes around, a mischievous look appeared on her pretty face, but her beautiful eyes held an unshakeable charming smile. "Oh dear, did I oversleep by a few minutes and Boss Su Ying got snatched away by someone else? Ah, how could that be? The organization must not have delivered the goods yet. I'll go back to sleep and wait for news." Then, Meichen walked back into the company, her high heels clicking, her sexy, perky buttocks swaying. As she walked, she muttered, "It's great. If the boss has an accident and can't come back, I can slack off for a few more days without going to work, hehe..." Zhou Jun, a cleaner at Forbidden Photography Company, though at the bottom of society, had, under the influence of this semi-erotic filming company, naturally developed an interest in bondage and discipline. He had always longed for one of the beautiful and sexy actresses at the company to take a liking to him and give him a chance to get close. But the cruelty of reality gradually defeated him. Day after day, he repeated the monotonous cleaning work. However, he often had the opportunity to take away used props, costumes, and stockings from the actresses, which satisfied some of his fetishistic desires. He had even collected a large pile of intimate apparel and stockings from Xia Ling, the company's top actress. Sometimes, he could even make a fortune by selling them online. Yet, in this inconspicuous little room, a beautiful and seductive body was hidden. Zhou Jun's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the scene before him. His heart was pounding uncontrollably. He couldn't believe his dream had come true – he had actually kidnapped a peerless beauty, and this woman was even the most terrifying female boss in S City, Su Ying. However, after a moment, he calmed down. Since he had decided to make Su Ying his plaything, he had to ensure it was foolproof. If this woman found an opportunity to break free from her restraints, he wouldn't have enough lives to die. At this moment, Su Ying was still entangled and restrained by the single-handcuff and various sturdy black leather straps, completely unable to move. Her milky white stockings, forced to fold together, were pressed against each other, as if she were enduring the torment of the vibrator on her private parts. The mouth, biting on the large gag, let out seductive moans, and strands of crystal-clear saliva dripped from her sexy red lips and pearly teeth, falling onto her exposed, full breasts, making her look both incredibly shameful and stunningly alluring. Zhou Jun forcibly swallowed a mouthful of greedy saliva. After calming down, he first carefully checked the sturdiness of the restraints binding Su Ying's delicate body. Finding that even a small knife couldn't leave a single mark on the specially made leather, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I must not loosen this woman's restraints!" Zhou Jun kept telling himself this. He had watched the company's related films. Those skilled agents would pretend to be pitiful, luring others to loosen their restraints a little, and naturally, justice would triumph over evil. Such a cliché plot could not happen to him. To be safe, Zhou Jun naturally had to add some special props for Su Ying. His bachelor pad had everything. He immediately crouched down and took out a series of strange, dust-covered props from under the bed. As he searched, he fantasized about the upcoming discipline scene, his blood boiling just thinking about it. Meanwhile, Su Ying on the bed was very confused. Who had she fallen into the hands of? Based on past experience, she guessed she had been betrayed by her secretary, Meichen, again. This woman really didn't know the severity of the situation and only knew how to fool around. Once she broke free, she would definitely teach this girl a lesson. But to her despair, the restraint suit on her body could not be removed without someone's help. Fortunately, her restraint suit was specially made. Although she couldn't break free directly, its flexibility would gradually decrease over time. Otherwise, she would face nightmarish situations every time she returned from the headquarters of the Binding God Organization. "Wuwuwuwu..." Su Ying bit down hard on the transparent elastic ball in her mouth, feeling incredibly ashamed and annoyed. She didn't know how much longer she would be tormented and disciplined before she had a chance to escape. She remembered the last time Meichen deliberately dumped her at the doorstep of the Holy Mark Organization's lair. She was held captive for a full half-year before escaping... It was thanks to Meichen that her reputation as the versatile enchantress had become so renowned. What was that?! Mei Chen lounged on the sofa, or rather, she *felt* like she was lounging. Her upper body was still tightly bound by the ropes from before, her disheveled clothes failing to conceal the overflowing curves beneath. The open collar of her shirt revealed a vast expanse of soft, pale skin radiating a captivating allure. Her hands, folded and tied behind her back, were immobilized. The ropes dug deeply into her flesh, exerting significant pressure, yet she seemed unsatisfied, frequently twisting and struggling, feigning discomfort while secretly reveling in the exquisite sensation. Her silken legs were hoisted high and secured to either side of the sofa, completely exposing her nether regions beneath her skirt. The dried remnants of recent vigorous activity were even visible. Mei Chen felt no shame in her humiliating predicament; instead, she was thoroughly engrossed in watching the even more wretched state of Su Ying before her. Su Ying, having angered Zhou Jun with her attempted escape, was now deliberately suspended in a half-hanging position. Since Zhou Jun hadn't unlocked the restraints on Su Ying, he hadn't bothered to change her bindings. Instead, he had used ropes to force Su Ying into an utterly shameful and humiliating pose, building upon the existing restraints. Su Ying's hands were still bound together behind her back with sturdy restraints, and her legs were also tied together. However, her bare, slender waist was now ensnared by a net of ropes. Ropes connected to the ceiling held her suspended, head tilted back, while her legs were forcibly spread apart. The lush, inviting jungle of her pubic hair was laid bare for Mei Chen's eyes. Mei Chen found the scene incredibly arousing. Despite her own similarly shameful posture, the sight of her boss suffering was immensely satisfying. She figured even if Su Ying sought revenge later, it would be worth it, as she had a particular taste for such spectacles. Opportunities to see the high-and-mighty Boss Su Ying humiliated by someone of lower status were rare indeed! The thought sent a thrill through Mei Chen. She writhed on the sofa, enjoying the sensation of being tightly bound, while simultaneously watching her boss's humiliation with keen interest. Before long, Zhou Jun arrived between the two women, a lecherous grin on his face and a collection of props in his hands. "I don't care what happened between you two," he sneered, "but now that you're in my hands, you'll be my little sex slaves. I promise to cherish you both!" "Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph! Mmmph!" Upon seeing Zhou Jun, Mei Chen maintained her delicate persona, her pretty face streaked with tears, appearing so cowed that she dared not speak. This would ensure Zhou Jun focused all his attention on Su Ying. "Mmmph, hmph! Mmmph, mmmph!" Su Ying, having just failed her escape and been betrayed and teased by Mei Chen, refused to yield. Her defiance and shame only served to wound Zhou Jun's fragile ego. Seeing Su Ying still unwilling to submit to his lustful power, Zhou Jun's anger flared. She had nearly scared him to death earlier, and now he was determined to teach her a lesson, to show her that her efforts were in vain. With that thought, Zhou Jun pulled a whip made of a special thorny leather from his toolbox. He had been reluctant to use it, as the thorns would leave indelible bloody marks on Su Ying's skin with each lash. But now, it seemed unavoidable. "Crack!" "Ugh, ahhhhhh!!" A sharp crack echoed as the whip struck Su Ying's body. Her suspended form thrashed violently. 'That looks painful... Boss is really in for it now...' Mei Chen watched with relish, not forgetting to writhe her own somewhat starved body. If it weren't more interesting to see her boss being tormented, she would have gladly experienced it herself. As the other two fell into a deep slumber, Su Ying, who had appeared utterly drained and unconscious moments before, suddenly awoke. She let out a soft sigh. Fortunately, before leaving the headquarters of the God Binding organization, she had used her points to obtain resources from the Goddess to enhance her strength. Otherwise, she would have been subjected to Mei Chen's reckless torment for a long time. Su Ying subtly shifted her delicate body, trying her best not to make any noise that would alert the two beside her. She wasn't particularly afraid of Zhou Jun discovering her; at most, he would ravage her a few more times. However, if her restless secretary, Mei Chen, found out she was about to escape, who knew what kind of trouble she would stir up. Her small hands, encased in restraining gloves, clenched and gathered strength. As her stamina returned and the durability of the leather restraints decreased, the once unbreakable leather began to show dense cracks. "Mmmph... mmmph..." But the sturdiness of the restraining leather far exceeded Su Ying's imagination. Her fair forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She bit down hard on the humiliating gag in her mouth, which made her drool, trying desperately to remain silent. However, it seemed that the two beside her had been too "happy" just moments ago, as they completely failed to notice Su Ying's subtle movements. Su Ying breathed a slight sigh of relief. The restraints on her body had been worn down to their minimum, and with a gentle exertion, she would be able to break free. But before that, Su Ying needed to prepare herself properly. She couldn't let that scoundrel Mei Chen get away. Every time Su Ying tried to discipline her, Mei Chen would use her invisibility ability to vanish. Su Ying carefully unbuckled the leather restraints on her hands. With a rush of air, her small hands, confined for so long, finally gained a bit of freedom. The sensation of being tightly wrapped around each of her delicate fingers had been unbearable. As Su Ying's nimble fingers were freed, the remaining leather restraints were no longer a challenge. However, she paid no mind to her still bound legs or her alluring lower body, which was filled with indescribable things. With a nimble push off the bed, she flipped over and straddled the sleeping Mei Chen. "Mmmph?! Mmmph!" Mei Chen, her mouth gagged, clearly hadn't registered what was happening. She was still lost in a pleasant dream. The sudden pressure made her think that Zhou Jun had gotten frisky again and was teasing her. But when she opened her eyes and saw her boss's cold, enraged gaze, all her sleepiness vanished. "Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Mei Chen finally realized something was wrong. The ropes binding her body suddenly snapped. Ordinary ropes couldn't hold a woman of her caliber. In this moment of impending disaster, she wouldn't pretend any longer. "Hmph! Do you think I'll let you run away this time!?" Su Ying's voice, like a secluded orchid, carried a hint of anger as she spoke coldly. With one hand, she easily seized Mei Chen's struggling hands, forcing them behind her back. Then, she took out the restraining leather she had just broken free from. Although it had developed many cracks from Su Ying's struggle, under Su Ying's precise control, it still retained much of its binding and restraining function. The exquisite little locks on it were all intact and now perfectly suited for the task. "Ah! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Mei Chen naturally knew what Su Ying intended to do. She struggled desperately, trying to apologize, but the gag in her mouth stripped her of her ability to explain. She could only thrash wildly, watching helplessly as Su Ying slowly inserted her clasped hands into the restraining glove. In a short while, most of Mei Chen's arms were inside the restraining glove. Su Ying then took the excess leather straps on either side of the glove and attached them to Mei Chen's shoulders, pulling them tight. With a strong tug on the straps, the entire restraint instantly tightened, completely immobilizing Mei Chen's arms. "What's all the noise? Do you two need to be fucked?!" Zhou Jun grumbled, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He thought his two restless sex slaves were fighting. But the scene before him shocked him immensely. "You die!" The thought of how this bastard had cruelly toyed with her not long ago filled Su Ying with shame and rage. She raised one of her newly freed, black-stockinged feet and delivered a fierce kick to his lower body. "Ah!!!" Zhou Jun let out a pained scream and was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall and falling to the ground. Because Su Ying had controlled the force, he wasn't killed outright. However, intense pain shot up from his groin, and he writhed on the ground, clutching his manhood. The agony of being castrated was far worse than death. After dealing with the insignificant Zhou Jun, Su Ying looked down at Mei Chen, who was pinned beneath her, with a wicked glint in her eyes. "My good secretary, sweet Mei Chen, what? Do you like to play? Fine, I'll let you play to your heart's content today!" "Mmmph! No! Mmmph... Mmmph! No! No! Mmmph! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Mei Chen shook her head frantically, the only part of her that could move. But Su Ying, in her fury, paid no heed to her feelings. Su Ying forcefully withdrew the vibrator from her own pussy. It was worth noting that ordinary vibrators and other chastisement tools from Zhou Jun's collection were merely playful toys for Mei Chen. But this high-end item, brought from the headquarters of the God Binding organization, was the reason Su Ying had been so miserably tormented. "Cough, cough... It's truly... despairing..." Xia Ling, who had been tormented for a long time, gasped weakly. She truly felt despair and helplessness at her current predicament. Not only had Gao Jie guarded against her teleportation and charm abilities, but the lustful mark branded on her private parts had repeatedly interfered whenever she tried to gather her strength. Each time, it would torment her to the brink of ecstasy before stopping. Furthermore, her God-Binding Game System had chosen this critical moment to go dormant. Xia Ling was truly at her wit's end. "Don't even think about escaping. Just stay here obediently and be my sex slave. Don't worry, it won't be long before your boss, Su Ying, also falls into my hands. No one will come to save you," Gao Jie said, his fingers tracing back and forth across Xia Ling's skin. She was too beautiful, so beautiful that Gao Jie couldn't bear to harm her. You see, when Gao Xue learned that Xia Ling had fallen into his hands, her first reaction was to demand Xia Ling be used as bait to lure Su Ying. However, Gao Jie refused. The previous humiliating experiences had twisted his feelings for Xia Ling into something extremely pathological. This wasn't simple lust, but a distorted and complex master-slave relationship... Yes, that's right. Our young master Gao had developed a psychological scar from Xia Ling, becoming even more obsessed. However, he absolutely could not let anyone know about his shameful thoughts at this moment. Absolutely not. Xia Ling, however, was clearly unaware of Gao Jie's inner turmoil. She writhed her delicate body in despair. The ropes, so tight they were maddening, mercilessly bound her supple form, making even breathing difficult, let alone breaking free. "Heh heh, so the beautiful and intelligent Miss Xia Ling also has moments of helplessness. It seems this lustful mark is quite powerful." Gao Jie's eyes focused on the strange pattern on Xia Ling's alluring private parts. After Gao Jie acquired Xia Ling at the auction, the organizers had also taught him how to control the lustful mark to discipline and torment the 'meat goods.' Although it was merely a simple control over the female slave's desires and physical sensitivity, Gao Jie felt as if he had found a treasure. After all, under these circumstances, the probability of the female slave escaping could be minimized. "Heh heh, even though it's just a replica lustful mark, I really want to see what Miss Xia Ling looks like when branded with a true one. I heard that the Goddess's lustful mark can turn any woman into a sex slave who knows only lust. Tsk tsk..." As Gao Jie spoke, his large hand unconsciously moved towards the area beneath the lustful mark, into that dark, lush, and alluring jungle. "Mmmph... no... Mmmph... I... Mmmph ahh... Please... let... let me down... I... I'm so uncomfortable..." Xia Ling bit her red lips, trying to suppress her moans, but the pleasure generated by her body, made a hundred times more sensitive by the lustful mark, couldn't be stopped. It continuously stimulated and teased her mind. Her trembling body caused her bound legs to shake uncontrollably, unable to stand. The tightening rope around her neck made her suffer immensely. No matter, being discovered or escaping wouldn't make her situation any worse. Though it was highly likely a trap set by Gao Jie to toy with her, Xia Ling couldn't pass up this chance. Xia Ling tried to see if the door could be opened, but to her despair, it required a key to open from either side. The door's sturdiness was clearly beyond her ability to break down at the moment. Wait, a key?? Could it be! Xia Ling lowered her head in surprise, looking at her toes. Her silk-clad feet, securely confined within high heels, attempted to touch the strange metal object she'd noticed earlier. It felt like a key. Now Xia Ling was completely certain that Gao Jie was playing with her, giving her hope only to crush it repeatedly. To get the key, she'd have to take off her high heels. But her upper body was completely bound and her legs were tied together, leaving less than five centimeters of space between her feet. Already struggling to move, Xia Ling found it even more difficult to undo the buckle of the straps around her slender, silken ankles. "Mmmph! Hnnngh!!" Xia Ling was filled with shame and anger. This blatant humiliation made her incredibly uncomfortable. She struggled to crouch down, using the heel of her left high heel to repeatedly rub against the buckle on her right ankle. However, the chain between her feet made this action incredibly difficult. Several times, the heel poked her skin, causing a sharp pain. An ordinary woman in such a predicament would have collapsed into despair. But who was Xia Ling? Having been in the "Rope Dimension" for so long, she had weathered many storms. This time, she had learned a lesson. Relying on the "God-Binding Game System" as a cheat, Xia Ling's life had been too smooth. She had even intentionally put herself in vulnerable positions for the thrill, only to use her intelligence and the system's power to turn the tables. Having succeeded so many times, she had become somewhat complacent. Xi Lin had once warned her to be wary of other system owners. Possessing a system meant there were ways to counter it. She figured she had fallen into the hands of the mastermind behind Gu Yingyue this time. Fortunately, her combat power hadn't exceeded 1000, which would have triggered the system's advancement and drawn too much attention. This time, Xia Ling wanted to see if she could escape without relying on the system. If she couldn't, she'd be no different from a sex slave to other system owners in the future. If that was the case, she might as well give up struggling. "Mmmph... Mmmph..." Xia Ling made up her mind internally. But what she didn't know was that while she appeared to have bolstered her confidence, the dejected and lustful look in her eyes completely vanished, replaced by a determined beauty. Her resolute and exquisite face formed a stark contrast to her current disheveled and shameful state, with a gag in her mouth. Drool uncontrollably dripped from the small holes of the gag, making her look incredibly shameful and alluring. She bit down on the gag, enduring the pain of the high heel's heel digging into her right foot, and tried again and again. ...

The maid, seeing Xia Ling finish her movements, immediately stepped forward, thoughtfully holding a piece of transparent medical tape. She knelt beside Xia Ling and gently offered the tape to her. Xia Ling took the tape, feeling the residual stickiness of the adhesive, and her pretty face instantly flushed crimson, a blush spreading from the nape of her neck all the way to her ears. She knew exactly what this tape was for – to prevent the vibrator inserted inside her from slipping out during its vibrations. Xia Ling's fingers held the tape, aiming it at the outside of her most private area. She took a deep breath and pressed the tape flat. The edges adhered tightly to the skin on the inside of her thighs and above her pubic bone, sealing off that mysterious cleft. With the tape in place, the slightly loose vibrator was firmly secured within her, pressing against the most sensitive soft flesh inside her private parts. Every breath or slight movement of her body caused a faint friction from the foreign object within, bringing a disconcerting, unsettling sensation. Gao Jie, sitting opposite, watched Xia Ling complete all her preparations, a satisfied smile on his face. He pulled a black remote control from his suit pocket, toying with it ostentatiously. His thumb rested on the red button in the center of the remote, his gaze fixed on Xia Ling's legs, tightly pressed together in her shame. "Miss Xia Ling, are you ready for your punishment?" Gao Jie asked in a low, magnetic voice, then unhesitatingly pressed the red switch. As the remote activated, the pink vibrator sealed within Xia Ling's body instantly erupted with high-frequency vibrations. Xia Ling's delicate body convulsed violently. Her previously straight back softened instantly, her hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly. Waves of pleasure, like electric currents, surged from her nether regions, engulfing her entire body. The high-frequency vibrations directly stimulated the most sensitive nerve endings within her, leaving her unable to control her physiological reactions. Xia Ling bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to suppress the moans that threatened to escape. Her brows were painfully furrowed, yet an unnatural flush spread across her cheeks. The vibrator inside her acted like a tireless little motor, churning madly within the narrow passage. Because of the tape's seal, the clear fluids secreted due to the stimulation could not flow out smoothly, only accumulating inside, making the vibrator slicker and seemingly increasing the intensity of its vibrations. Xia Ling's legs rubbed against each other involuntarily, the muscles at the root of her thighs tensing to their extreme. Gao Jie watched Xia Ling's shameful yet irresistible struggle with the vibrator, his desire for conquest greatly satisfied. He deliberately turned the remote's setting up one notch, and the vibrator's frequency instantly escalated another level. Xia Ling could no longer endure the intense stimulation. A broken whimper escaped her throat. Her body writhed violently on the chair, trying to escape the torment, but the transparent tape held the vibrator firmly in place. Waves of pleasure crashed against her mental defenses, her breathing becoming extremely rapid, her full breasts heaving with each breath. Xia Ling's hands dug into the velvet upholstery of the chair cushion, trying to divert her lower body's attention through the exertion of her hands. However, this was clearly futile; the vibrator's vibrations insidiously eroded her nerves. She felt as if a ball of fire was burning in her lower abdomen, the heat spreading to every limb. Due to her intense effort to suppress the pleasure, a fine sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead, trickling down her cheeks. She looked at Gao Jie with eyes full of resentment and shame, knowing that the moment she loosened her clenched teeth, those shameful moans would completely expose her current vulnerability. The vibrator, sealed within her body, vibrated tirelessly. Xia Ling went limp on the velvet cushion for a long time, biting her lower lip to forcibly suppress the moans about to escape her throat. The transparent medical tape clung tightly to the skin of her inner thighs, preventing the continuously secreted fluids from flowing out. That slippery, muddy foreign sensation, accompanied by intense tingling, continuously assaulted her fragile nerves. After a long while, Xia Ling finally mustered a sliver of strength. She took a deep breath, gripping the armrests of the chair with both hands, supporting her soft body, which had gone weak from pleasure, as she sat up straight again. Her completely bare torso, under the bright lights, presented a curve that was both shamefully alluring. From her flat abdomen to her full breasts, everything heaved with her rapid breaths. Xia Ling's pretty face was now covered in an unnatural flush. Fine beads of sweat on her forehead trickled down the contours of her cheeks, eventually dripping onto her proud breasts. She stared intently at the man sitting opposite her, her gaze filled with unwillingness and anger. "Young Master Gao truly has his methods. A grown man like you resorting to such base tactics to play dirty with me... Mmmph..." Halfway through her sentence, a surge of intense pleasure from within her made her involuntarily let out a suppressed groan. She had to pause to recover from the wave of numbness that threatened to drown her.

Gao Jie sat opposite, looking down and appreciating Xia Ling's alluring appearance as she collapsed from losing the bet. The maid beside them, seeing that Xia Ling no longer had the strength to administer the punishment from the chips herself, stepped forward. In her hand, the maid held a large black silicone gag, its ends connected by two sturdy black leather straps, studded with metal buckles for adjustment. The maid approached Xia Ling, placing one hand on the back of her head and forcefully lifting her flushed, pretty face from the gambling table. Xia Ling's eyes had become somewhat hazy. She looked at the large, rubber-scented gag in the maid's hand, instinctively wanting to shake her head in refusal. But the maid's grip was strong, holding her head firmly in place. The maid used her other hand, her thumb and index finger pinching Xia Ling's cheeks, forcefully prying open her tightly closed small mouth. Xia Ling's lips were stretched apart, revealing her white teeth and pink tongue within. Without hesitation, the maid directly shoved the large black silicone gag into Xia Ling's mouth. The gag was enormous, instantly filling Xia Ling's entire oral cavity and forcing her jaw to remain agape. The large gag pressed against Xia Ling's tongue, preventing her from uttering any clear syllables. All that emerged were muffled whimpers from the depths of her throat. The maid wrapped the black leather straps from both ends of the gag around Xia Ling's cheeks and pulled them to the back of her head. The straps tightly constricted the skin of Xia Ling's fair cheeks, leaving deep indentations. The maid skillfully threaded the straps through the metal buckles, pulled them taut with force, and then fastened the clasp. With a crisp click, the gag was securely fixed in Xia Ling's mouth. With her mouth forced open by the foreign object, Xia Ling was unable to swallow her own saliva. Clear drool trickled down the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the skin of her chest. The near-loss of control from the previous climax had made Xia Ling's body exceptionally sensitive. Now, with the gag in place, her appearance of being forced to keep her mouth open, drooling, seemed even more charming and alluring. Her beautiful eyes flickered with intense shame and unwillingness, her tear ducts brimming with humiliated tears. However, the vibrations from the internal vibrator and the stimulation from the electric pads continued relentlessly. The continuous pleasure had pushed her sanity to the brink of collapse, making any calm thought impossible. She could only rely on her instinct for survival and her hatred for Gao Jie to continue struggling in this gamble. Xia Ling struggled to push her upper body up from the table. She couldn't express her anger in words, so she could only glare fiercely at Gao Jie with her mist-filled eyes. She reached into the chip box with her delicate hand, grabbed a handful of chips, and then slammed a chip marked "restraint single glove" onto the table. She refused to believe he could cheat successfully right under her nose. Gao Jie watched Xia Ling, gagged and drooling, yet still thrashing about, and couldn't help but let out a boisterous laugh. "Miss Xia Ling truly becomes more courageous with every setback. Since you're so enthusiastic, I'll naturally accompany you to the end. However, I advise you not to hold out too much hope, as your luck doesn't seem to be very good." Gao Jie's words were filled with mockery and confidence. Xia Ling ignored his provocation, took a deep breath, and reached for the deck of cards again. This time, she almost directly pulled four cards from the deck and threw two of them in front of Gao Jie. Xia Ling eagerly turned over her hole cards: an 8 of hearts and a 9 of clubs, totaling 17 points. This score was neither high nor low, a very awkward position. She looked nervously at Gao Jie, praying that his score would be lower than hers, or that he would bust. However, Gao Jie merely smiled slightly and, with a gentle flick of his finger, revealed his hole cards: a 10 of spades and an 8 of diamonds. 18 points. Seeing this result, Xia Ling's pupils contracted sharply. Things had not gone as she wished; she had lost again. And it was another agonizingly close defeat. Xia Ling's body stiffened abruptly, then completely slumped back in her chair, a despairing whimper escaping her throat. Seeing the bet decided once more, the maid immediately sprang into action. She moved behind Xia Ling, her hands pressing down forcefully on Xia Ling's shoulders, which were spasming from the aftereffects of her climax and despair. Xia Ling attempted to struggle and resist, but her body was now extremely weak, utterly unable to break free from the maid's restraint. The maid forcibly grabbed Xia Ling's left hand and twisted it forcefully behind her back. A sharp pain shot through Xia Ling's arm muscles from the unnatural pull, and a muffled groan escaped her gagged mouth. The maid then grabbed Xia Ling's right hand, crossed it over her left, and pressed them firmly against Xia Ling's lower back. The maid took a black leather restraint glove from her apron pocket. This glove was a single cylindrical piece. The maid aligned the opening of the restraint glove with Xia Ling's delicate hands, which were bound behind her back, and forcefully slipped it on. Xia Ling's fingers were forced to press tightly together, her palms and wrists snugly encased by the rough leather lining, feeling an intense pressure. The maid forcefully pulled the glove upwards until it completely covered Xia Ling's wrists. Once the glove was on, the maid grabbed a black nylon strap at the edge of the glove and began to tighten it forcefully. The strap made a grating sound as it passed through the metal buckle. As the maid pulled harder, the opening of the glove tightened, cinching Xia Ling's wrists. The maid wrapped the strap around Xia Ling's wrists twice and then tied a tight knot. Xia Ling's hands were thus completely locked within the black restraint glove, utterly deprived of freedom of movement. She tried to wiggle her fingers, but the stiff leather offered no space at all. Xia Ling's hands were bound behind her back, her full breasts becoming more prominent and erect due to the pull of her arms. With the gag in her mouth, saliva continuously dripped down her chin. The electric pads on her inner thighs and the vibrator inside her body relentlessly tormented her nerves. She had not only lost all her clothes but was now also deprived of the freedom of her hands. She was like a lamb completely stripped of its ability to resist, waiting to be slaughtered, able only to sit helplessly in her chair, enduring Gao Jie's predatory gaze. This dual restraint, both physical and psychological, filled Xia Ling with an unprecedented sense of fear and despair. She had no idea what further humiliation the next rounds of betting would bring. Gao Jie stood up from his chair, slowly walked around the table, and approached Xia Ling. He reached out a finger and gently lifted Xia Ling's chin, forcing her to look up at him. Gao Jie's gaze swept across Xia Ling's tear-streaked, saliva-covered face, then traced down her slender neck, past the pair of bright red nipples constricted by the nipple clamps, finally resting on her arms bound behind her back. "Miss Xia Ling, you are truly beautiful like this now. This completely bound posture is more captivating than ever." Gao Jie's voice was filled with a morbid obsession. He lowered his head, stopping just a few centimeters from Xia Ling's cheek, his warm breath spraying onto her skin. Xia Ling tried to turn her head away to avoid Gao Jie's touch, but her hands were bound behind her, severely compromising her balance. She couldn't make any significant movements. She could only glare at Gao Jie with her hate-filled eyes, emitting angry whimpers from her throat. Gao Jie paid no attention to Xia Ling's resistance. He reached out and lightly flicked the small metal bell attached to Xia Ling's nipple. The crisp ringing echoed in Xia Ling's ears, accompanied by a sharp sting from her nipple, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably once more. Gao Jie watched Xia Ling's reaction with satisfaction, then returned to his seat.

Her body heaved. Unlike the horse-straddling bind in the corridor earlier, Hong Ya found her legs forcibly spread apart. Her thighs and calves were folded back together, bound tightly by thick ropes, her knees bent to their limit. The ropes, wound countless times between her ankles and knees, turned her legs into two unextendable lumps of flesh. This folded binding rendered her completely unable to support herself on the ground. She was thus forced to straddle a cold, hard wooden horse with her legs spread wide, in a posture devoid of dignity. The spine of the wooden horse was a triangular ridge. Hong Ya’s entire weight plummeted downwards due to gravity. Her hands, bound into fists with tape behind her back, could find no leverage on either side of the horse. This suspended posture concentrated all her weight onto her intimate area between her legs. The hard wooden ridge, pressing through the thin grey pantyhose, mercilessly cut into the most tender depths of her flower. The crotch of her pantyhose, already soiled from her previous orgasm, was pressed firmly into the ridge of the wooden horse. "Mmmph... it hurts..." Hong Ya whimpered, her eyes reddened, her voice a choked sob. She couldn’t bear the cruel pressure of being forcibly split by a hard object and began to struggle shamefully on the wooden horse. She tried to arch her back upwards, attempting to lift her private parts off the terrifying ridge. But as soon as she moved, the ropes on her thighs tightened, digging into her flesh and forcing her to collapse back down heavily. This uncontrolled fall brought even more intense pain to her nether regions. The ridge of the wooden horse not only failed to retreat but also rubbed further into her tender cleft. A tearing pain, as if her body were being split in half, instantly engulfed Hong Ya’s mind. What was worse, the vibrator that had been stuffed into the crotch of her grey pantyhose had not been removed. As she fell heavily onto the wooden horse, the hard, miniature vibrator was pressed firmly against her most sensitive clit by the horse’s ridge. The rough surface of the wooden horse scraped against the pantyhose, and the pantyhose, with the vibrator, relentlessly ground against her already swollen, tender flesh. Amidst the pain, an unbelievable, maddening tingling pleasure began to bloom. Hong Ya wanted to scream to vent the electric currents coursing through her body, but her mouth was firmly sealed by a thick leather gag. It was a cylindrical plug lying horizontally in her mouth, its leather straps cruelly pulling the corners of her lips towards her ears. Her upper and lower teeth were forced apart, her rosy tongue helplessly licking the edges of the gag. Unable to close her lips to swallow, clear saliva streamed uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth, shimmering in the light with a lustful glow. This viscous saliva trickled down Hong Ya’s fair chin, drop by drop, falling onto her snow-white breasts, tightly bound by the Japanese ropes. The clear saliva traced wet paths on her full, soft flesh, then flowed down into the cleavage, towards the rough knots of the rope. The previously dry ropes, soaked by her saliva, clung tightly to her sensitive skin. Hong Ya’s cheeks flushed crimson, and she emitted muffled moans of "Mmmph... ahhh..." from her throat. She felt utterly debased, like a mere sex toy for others to play with. To escape the painful point pressed by the wooden horse, Hong Ya could only lift the hands bound behind her back, trying to shift her center of gravity. Her waist began to writhe uncontrollably on the wooden horse. With this movement, her sweat-dampened grey pantyhose created intense friction against the wooden surface. With each forward thrust of her pelvis, the ridge of the wooden horse slid along the soiled cleft. The fabric of the pantyhose scraped against the rough wood with a "shhh" sound that made her blush and her heart race. This sound echoed in the empty room, sounding incredibly lewd. As her waist continued to writhe, the tearing pain was gradually eroded by a fiery, tingling sensation. Hong Ya despaired as her body betrayed her reason once again. Waves of warm arousal surged uncontrollably from the depths of her flower, instantly soaking the already hot crotch of her grey pantyhose. This clear fluid flowed down the edges of the wooden horse, making the previously dry wooden surface slick and muddy. The rough scraping sound gradually turned into a blush-inducing "squish, squish" of water. "Mmmph... Sister Li Ting... save me... Ahh..." Hong Ya cried out incoherently. The leather gag mercilessly muffled most of her voice, turning her plea into a series of seductive,媚媚 moans. She cried and gasped for breath, her soft breasts, held high by the ropes, shaking violently. The saliva flowing down her cleavage was flung outwards, creating streaks of silver in the air. The struggle consumed her last remaining strength. Hong Ya’s legs, bound in a folded position, began to tremble uncontrollably, her taut muscles spasming. Her weakened body suddenly sank downwards. This heavy fall caused the wooden horse’s ridge to embed itself deeply into her most secret cleft. The tearing pain, as if her body were being ripped apart, once again accompanied by a violent electric current, surged into her brain. "Ahhh!" Hong Ya let out a sharp, muffled cry. Her body tensed rigidly, as if electrocuted, veins bulging on her pale neck, the grey pantyhose stretched to the breaking point at the edge of the wooden horse. Hong Ya completely abandoned her futile struggle. Her body went limp like a puddle of mud, collapsing onto the front of the wooden horse. Her breasts, bound into several round lumps by the ropes, pressed heavily against the horse's head, rubbing against the rough wooden edge. Her chin rested on the front, her saliva-covered lips parted, clear liquid dripping directly onto the mane of the wooden horse. Her large, watery eyes began to lose their focus, becoming hazy and filled with lust, as she allowed the wooden horse and the vibrator beneath her to inflict the most cruel torment upon her. ... Hong Ya lay panting on the edge of the wooden horse, her forehead covered in sweat, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the other side of the room. On the floor, illuminated by bright lights, Li Ting remained in that cruel horse-straddling posture. Wen Tai had returned at some point and now stood beside Li Ting’s head, his face flushed red. His fat hands impatiently unbuckled his expensive suit belt, the metal buckle clinking crisply, echoing in the quiet room. Wen Tai roughly pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees, exposing his lower body completely to the air. He looked down at the once high-and-mighty FBI captain on the floor, his throat emitting heavy, ragged breaths. Li Ting’s wrists and ankles were bound tightly by thick ropes, her entire body bent backward like a taut longbow. Seeing Wen Tai’s ugly appendage approach, she could only desperately turn her head away, trying to avoid the impending humiliation. But Wen Tai had no intention of giving her that chance. He squatted down directly, and with one large palm, firmly gripped Li Ting’s chin. Wen Tai’s fingers squeezed hard, leaving a red mark on Li Ting’s cheek, and forcibly turned her face back. Li Ting’s small mouth was already firmly propped open by a metal ring gag, her upper and lower lips unable to close, revealing her tender tongue and white teeth, a sight that appeared incredibly lewd and alluring. Wen Tai let out a triumphant laugh, then aimed his erect penis at the opening forcibly stretched by the gag. He had no intention of foreplay or tenderness. He thrust his hips forward, directly shoving the tip of his glans into Li Ting’s mouth. Li Ting let out a muffled groan of pain, and the unpleasant, fishy odor instantly filled her nostrils. The foreign object roughly scraped against the edges of her tender lips, penetrating deep through the gaps in her teeth. Wen Tai’s size soon touched Li Ting’s tongue, which had nowhere to hide. The scorching heat pressed against her moist tongue, and intense shame brought two streams of humiliated tears to the corners of Li Ting’s eyes. The foreign object continued to push relentlessly towards the depths of her mouth, until it pressed heavily against the base of Li Ting’s tongue. Li Ting’s brain sounded the alarm, and her throat instinctively produced a strong rejection response. She wanted to spit out what was in her mouth, but the ring gag held her mouth so tightly that she couldn't even perform the simple action of clenching her teeth. Wen Tai’s palm still held her head firmly, forcing her to passively open her mouth and endure everything. A strong urge to gag surged up, Li Ting’s chest heaved violently, and the ropes of the Japanese binding left deep red marks on her snow-white flesh. She could only desperately inhale through her nose, muffled "Mmmph" moans escaping her throat. Hong Ya, not far away, saw all of this clearly. Watching Sister Li Ting, usually cold and majestic, being forced to do such debased things filled Hong Ya with shock and fear. She wanted to turn her head away, but the ridge of the wooden horse was wedged so tightly between her legs that any slight movement of her neck would pull on all her nerves. The vibrator in her grey pantyhose continued to buzz relentlessly, its high-frequency currents repeatedly striking her sensitive clit. Hong Ya clenched her thighs, tears blurring her vision, the arousal fluid from her nether regions making the wooden horse even slicker. She couldn't control her mouth, letting out a series of blush-inducing "Ahhh... ennn" moans. Hearing Hong Ya’s lewd cries, Wen Tai became even more excited. He began to move his hips slightly, slowly withdrawing the hard object buried in Li Ting’s mouth a little, then thrusting it back in forcefully. With this slow, rhythmic in-and-out motion, the sensitive tip repeatedly scraped against Li Ting’s palate. Li Ting’s helpless tongue was forced to be repeatedly ground in this narrow space, her taste buds clearly feeling the rough texture. Each thrust and withdrawal created a sticky, watery sound. Wen Tai deliberately shifted the angle slightly, using the edge to rub against the soft flesh inside Li Ting’s cheeks, enjoying the tight embrace of this mature body. Under the continuous stimulation of the foreign object, Li Ting’s salivary glands began to secrete large amounts of saliva uncontrollably. However, because her lips were stretched to their limit by the metal gag, she couldn't swallow any of this saliva. Crystal-clear saliva rapidly accumulated in her mouth, quickly mixing with the bubbles created by Wen Tai’s thrusts, and gushed out in large streams from the corners of Li Ting’s mouth. These viscous fluids, trailing long silver threads, dripped onto the corridor floor and onto Wen Tai’s thighs. This scene of overflowing saliva did not disgust Wen Tai; instead, it made him feel that the woman before him had completely transformed into a lustful plaything, greatly satisfying his perverted desires.

The cold, hard metal corridors of the headquarters echoed with the pleasant sound of tapping. Su Ying, carrying her tightly bound delicate body, struggled forward along the passage. Her long, straight, beautiful legs were firmly tied together by black leather straps, and her originally smooth black pantyhose appeared somewhat disheveled due to previous wear. Deprived of the freedom to walk normally, she could only put all her weight on her pointed toes, relying on the explosive power of her calf muscles to briefly lift her body into the air before landing forward like a clumsy puppet. With each simultaneous impact of her feet on the metal floor, a violent tremor would travel up from her ankles. A sticky friction constantly occurred between her forcibly pressed-together legs. The un-dried love fluid seeped out through the nylon mesh of the pantyhose, making the fabric wrapped around her inner thighs slippery. She could only slightly bend her bound knees to alleviate the impact of landing, and the lightly rubbing fabric of her tightly pressed knees made a faint sound with each jump. Since her hands were tightly locked behind her soft lower back by thick black restraint mitts, Su Ying's upper body could not make any arm movements to maintain balance. She could only try to straighten her snow-white, high-arched chest. With each forward leap, the heavy flesh carved exaggerated and alluring waves in the thin air. Her delicate spine was forced into a stiff, backward-leaning posture, with a few strands of sweat-dampened hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. Just as Su Ying gritted her teeth and completed another somewhat clumsy jump, a soft voice suddenly broke the silence of the corridor. The voice, gentle yet with undisguised provocation, said, "Oh? Isn't this Su Ying? What, are you eagerly returning to headquarters to grab your share of the resources?" Hearing this familiar and jarring voice, Su Ying stopped her jumping, panting slightly, her feet unsteady on the ground. Su Ying followed the provocative voice and raised her head, her gaze extending along the metal wall to the nearby corner. The light there was slightly brighter, and she saw a graceful young girl leaning against the cold wall. The girl possessed a peerlessly beautiful face, with a smile on her lips that seemed lazy but hid a sharp edge. She was wearing a white dress that should have been pure and beautiful, but it was now disheveled due to the rough ropes covering her entire body. Thick red hemp ropes crisscrossed her delicate body, the vibrant red creating a blood-pumping visual impact against the pure white dress. The surface of the ropes was covered with fine hemp fibers, tightly digging into the soft fabric and vividly outlining the delicate body beneath. The girl could only stand with the support of the wall behind her, her fair neck proudly raised, admiring Su Ying's breathless and disheveled appearance from a condescending height. Su Ying's gaze roamed freely over the girl. The girl's slender and delicate arms were roughly pulled back and locked behind her flat back, her forearms forcibly overlapped in a parallel position. Thick, rough red ropes wound around her wrists and elbows, tightly binding her two pale arms into an unmovable whole. The texture of the hemp rope deeply imprinted into her delicate skin. Multiple strands of red rope were tied into a strong knot in the center of her overlapped forearms. The strong pulling force of the ropes involuntarily forced the girl's shoulders outward and backward. This cruel method of fixation completely deprived her arms of any room for movement, leaving the back of her hands to helplessly rub against the cold wall. Due to the prolonged state of constriction that impeded blood circulation, the skin of her arms exposed outside the white dress took on a tempting pinkish hue, and her fingertips involuntarily curled slightly. Looking forward from the pulled-back shoulders, the

Hong Ya panted, sweat beading on her forehead as she lay on the edge of the wooden horse, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the other side of the room. On the floor, bathed in bright light, Li Ting remained in that cruel, spread-eagle bondage. Wen Tai, who had disappeared and returned at some point, now stood beside Li Ting's head, his face flushed crimson. His plump hands impatiently fumbled with the buckle of his expensive suit belt, the metallic click echoing crisply in the quiet room. Wen Tai roughly pulled his trousers and underwear down to his knees, exposing his lower half entirely to the air. He looked down from his superior height at the former high-ranking FBI captain on the floor, his breathing heavy and ragged. Li Ting was bound tightly by thick ropes to her wrists and ankles, her entire body bent backward into a taut longbow. She saw Wen Tai's ugly appendage approach and could only desperately turn her head to the side, trying to evade the impending humiliation. But Wen Tai had no intention of giving her that chance. He immediately half-crouched, and with one large palm, firmly gripped Li Ting's chin. Wen Tai's fingers squeezed hard, leaving red marks on Li Ting's cheeks, and forcibly turned her face back. Li Ting's small mouth was already held wide open by a metal ring gag, her lips unable to close, revealing her tender pink tongue and pearly white teeth, a sight that appeared incredibly lewd and alluring. Wen Tai let out a triumphant laugh, then aimed his erect penis at the opening forced apart by the gag. He had no intention of foreplay or tenderness. With a thrust of his waist, he directly pushed the tip of his glans into Li Ting's mouth. Li Ting let out a muffled groan of pain, the unpleasant, fishy odor instantly filling her nostrils. The foreign object roughly scraped against the edges of her tender lips, sliding straight in through the gaps between her teeth. Wen Tai's size quickly made contact with Li Ting's tongue, which had nowhere to hide. The scorching heat pressed against her moist tongue, and an overwhelming sense of shame brought two streams of humiliated tears to Li Ting's eyes. The foreign object continued to be pushed relentlessly deeper into her mouth, until it heavily pressed against the root of Li Ting's tongue. Li Ting's brain sounded an alarm, and her throat instinctively produced a strong rejection response. She wanted to spit out the object, but the ring gag held her mouth shut so tightly that she couldn't even perform the simple action of clenching her teeth. Wen Tai's palm still held her head firmly, forcing her to passively open her mouth and endure everything. A strong urge to gag surged up, and Li Ting's chest heaved violently. The ropes of the Japanese bondage left deep red marks on her fair flesh. She could only desperately inhale through her nose, muffled moans escaping her throat. Hong Ya, not far away, saw it all clearly. Watching the usually aloof and dignified Sister Li Ting being forced to do such degrading things filled Hong Ya with shock and fear. She wanted to turn her head away, but the edges of the wooden horse were wedged tightly between her legs, and any slight movement of her neck would send jolts through her entire nervous system. The vibrator in her grey pantyhose continued to buzz relentlessly, its high-frequency current constantly stimulating her sensitive clit. Hong Ya squeezed her thighs together, tears blurring her vision, and the lubrication from her nether regions made the wooden horse even slicker. She couldn't control her mouth, letting out a string of blush-inducing moans. Hearing Hong Ya's moans, Wen Tai became even more excited. He began to move his waist in small increments, slowly withdrawing the hard object buried in Li Ting's mouth a little, then forcefully pushing it back in. With this slow, rhythmic thrusting motion, the sensitive tip repeatedly scraped against Li Ting's palate. Li Ting's helpless tongue was forced to be repeatedly ground in this small space, the taste buds on her tongue clearly feeling the rough texture. Each in and out produced a sticky sound, and Wen Tai deliberately angled it slightly, using the edge to rub against the soft flesh inside Li Ting's cheeks, enjoying the tight embrace of this mature body. Under the continuous stimulation of the foreign object, Li Ting's salivary glands began to secrete large amounts of saliva uncontrollably. However, because her lips were stretched to their limit by the metal gag, she had no way to swallow the saliva. Crystal-clear saliva quickly accumulated in her mouth, and soon, mixed with the friction bubbles from Wen Tai's thrusting, it poured out of the corners of Li Ting's mouth in large streams. These viscous fluids dripped onto the floor of the corridor, and onto Wen Tai's thighs, leaving long, glistening strands. This scene of overflowing saliva did not disgust Wen Tai; instead, it made him feel that the woman before him had completely transformed into a lewd plaything, greatly satisfying his perverted desires. "The high and mighty captain, now you're obediently opening your mouth to serve me," Wen Tai panted, spitting out vulgar curses. He was no longer satisfied with the slow rhythm. The fingers gripping Li Ting's chin tightened abruptly, and his waist sped up its thrusting frequency. The thick, long object entered and exited the mouth held open by the gag, each time hitting the back of her throat forcefully. The sound of flesh colliding, "pa ji pa ji," was jarring under the bright lights. Li Ting's head swayed back and forth on the floor with the force of the thrusting, her face smeared with tears and saliva, her mouth emitting a series of distorted wails. As the frequency increased, Li Ting felt like she was suffocating. Half of the hard object blocked her trachea, and she could only seize the brief moment when Wen Tai pulled out to desperately inhale a little air through her nose. Her tongue, which had tried to retreat, had nowhere to go under the violent thrusting. The soft tip passively slid against Wen Tai's surface, occasionally being squeezed between the hard object and her teeth. The slippery sensation, accompanied by the saliva on her tongue, created a chilling entanglement. Li Ting's delicate body convulsed on the floor from lack of oxygen and shame, her black silk legs continuously rubbing against the floor, emitting a blood-pumping rustling sound. The sound of dense thrusting water entered Hong Ya's ears. Looking at the decadent scene before her, Hong Ya's mind fell into extreme chaos. Reason told her she should feel anger and sorrow, but her body's instincts were completely submerged under the pervasive visual and auditory stimulation. The vibrator beneath her grey silk seemed to sense the atmosphere, its motor's vibration becoming sharper. Hong Ya twisted her waist, straddling the wooden horse, her wet flower grinding furiously against the rough wood. "Mmm, no, don't bully Sister Li Ting like this, ahhhh!" she cried, begging for mercy, yet shamelessly arching her hips to embrace the torment of the wooden horse. Hearing Hong Ya's moans, Wen Tai glanced at her, her body exposed on the wooden horse, and the beast in his eyes erupted. He turned back to stare intently at Li Ting on the floor, letting out a low growl. Wen Tai released his grip on Li Ting's chin and instead grabbed her soft, long hair. He pulled her head up slightly by the scalp, then straightened his waist and thrust his entire length deep into the mouth held open by the gag. This thrust was extremely deep, the tip piercing the throat's defense and lodging in an even deeper spot. Li Ting's eyes widened instantly, and tears of pain rolled down like broken strings of pearls. Under such deep pressure, Li Ting's tongue was completely flattened against the bottom of her jaw, unable to move. The foreign object in her deep throat caused severe spasms, but her body, locked by the ropes, couldn't even curl up. She could only strain her neck until it was red, a large amount of air trapped in her lungs with no way out. Saliva flowed like a waterfall over the edges of the metal gag, soiling her fair neck and collarbone. Wen Tai kept his erection in the deepest part, savoring the intense contractions of her throat muscles caused by the spasms. After a few seconds of enjoying the tightness of the deep throat, Wen Tai began to move like a jackhammer. He tightly gripped Li Ting's hair, using her head as a fixed container. His waist muscles contracted violently, and the wet appendage shuttled back and forth between her mouth and throat. With rapid thrusting, Li Ting's tongue was rubbed red and swollen, each impact bringing out large amounts of white foamy saliva. These bubbles burst in the holes of the gag, making sounds that were incredibly shameful. The rough friction continuously raised the temperature inside her mouth, and the surface of the engorged appendage was already covered in Li Ting's saliva. During the withdrawal, Wen Tai deliberately pressed the tip downwards, scraping hard against her soft tongue. Li Ting's tongue instinctively tried to retract, but could only futilely writhe around the hard object, creating a seductive illusion of licking. Due to the air pressure changes caused by the thrusting, some of the viscous saliva was forcefully pushed into her esophagus, triggering a violent coughing fit in Li Ting. The cough was stuck in her throat, turning into a few broken moans, which did not make Wen Tai stop; instead, it made him more wild. The room echoed with the crisp sound of flesh slapping, and the unrestrained moans of the two women. Wen Tai's forehead was covered in sweat, and he felt he was nearing his climax. He panted heavily, his grip on her hair loosening slightly. He then cupped Li Ting's sweat-drenched cheeks with both hands. Wen Tai lowered his waist further, his thighs even touching Li Ting's nose. He began to thrust relentlessly, each time aiming to hit the back of her throat. Li Ting's lips, stretched by the gag, were already turning pale, her chin smeared evenly with saliva. This thoroughly ravaged appearance exuded a fatal allure. With the final few violent thrusts, Wen Tai's hips pressed tightly against Li Ting's cheeks. He let out a satisfied, beast-like roar, pushing his entire length deep into Li Ting's mouth and remaining still. The scorching, turbid fluid, like a gushing fountain, directly washed over the deep root of Li Ting's tender tongue through the opening forced apart by the ring gag. Li Ting squeezed her eyes shut, silently weeping, her entire body still trembling from lack of oxygen. The large amounts of thick fluid continuously slammed against Li Ting's delicate throat wall. The strong, fishy odor instantly occupied her respiratory tract, choking her into a series of wet moans. Because her lips were held in a fixed round hole by the metal gag, she could not close her teeth to block the torrent. Wen Tai's ugly appendage pressed heavily on her tongue, forcing her soft, moist tongue to curl helplessly in the narrow space. "Swallow it all," Wen Tai commanded, panting heavily, his large hands tightly gripping the soft flesh of Li Ting's cheeks. "This is something I've specially bestowed upon you." The scorching, turbid fluid quickly filled the space behind Li Ting's mouth. Her tender pink tongue was immersed in this viscous liquid, and the taste buds on her tongue were forced to savor this humiliating taste. A long, drawn-out, sweet moan escaped Li Ting's nostrils. To avoid choking to death on the thick fluid, Li Ting instinctively began to contract her throat muscles. Her fair, slender neck tilted slightly upwards, her trachea sliding up and down beneath her skin with difficulty. Each swallowing motion produced a sticky gurgling sound, which sounded incredibly lewd in the quiet room. Because her mouth was leaking air through the gag, she couldn't create enough oral suction, making the swallowing process very strenuous. The turbid fluid that couldn't be swallowed in time gathered into a small puddle in Li Ting's mouth. Her helpless tongue could only stir back and forth in the white liquid, its tip unconsciously coiling around the edge of Wen Tai's length. This posture of swallowing, done for survival, looked like she was diligently trying to please him. Excess mucus, mixed with her own clear saliva, flowed out from under the lower edge of the metal gag. Hong Ya, straddling the wooden horse not far away, saw this scene clearly. Watching the usually dignified captain now with foam all over her mouth, even using her tongue to swirl the dirty stuff, Hong Ya's mind felt a strong dizziness. Her breathing became involuntarily rapid, and continuous "woo woo" moans escaped her mouth, blocked by the hard leather plug. This intense visual impact turned into an electric current, reigniting the heat within her body. Hong Ya's folded legs dangled powerlessly in the air, feeling that her wet grey pantyhose had become even more soiled. The hard spine of the wooden horse was wedged deep within her swollen vulva, rubbing slightly with her rapid breaths. Large amounts of arousal fluid dripped down from her inner thighs. She shamefully pressed her face against the front of the wooden horse, her large, watery eyes unable to shift away from Li Ting's semen-smeared face. Wen Tai had clearly not finished. Feeling the wetness and warmth inside Li Ting's mouth, he lightly thrust his waist forward a few more times. His thick length churned back and forth in Li Ting's mouth, stirring the viscous liquid that hadn't been swallowed yet, creating splashing sounds. Each withdrawal scraped Li Ting's soft tongue, then forcefully pushed back into her throat with a circle of white foam, forcing out another wave of thick fluid. "Mmm... cough..." Li Ting let out a painful yet seductive cry. To alleviate the suffocating feeling of her blocked throat, she abandoned resistance, and her tender pink tongue began to actively lick Wen Tai's length. She curled the tip of her tongue upwards, sliding along the rough surface towards her throat, trying to push all the thick fluid blocking her airway into her stomach. This lewd cooperative action made Wen Tai gasp in pleasure. "Such an obedient slut, swallowing so diligently." Wen Tai watched with satisfaction as Li Ting's throat bulged from swallowing. He finally released his grip on Li Ting's cheeks, pulled his waist back, and slowly withdrew the length, covered in saliva and white discharge, from Li Ting's mouth. This slow withdrawal produced a long string of viscous silver threads. The mucus clung to the edges of the metal gag, then dripped onto the floor tiles under gravity. Fresh air rushed back into her lungs, and Li Ting collapsed onto the floor, relieved. She gasped for air, each breath accompanied by the heavy smell of semen. Her breasts, pushed high by the Japanese bondage, trembled violently, the rough ropes digging into her fair flesh. She couldn't close her mouth, her tender pink tongue resting limply on her lower lip. The murky fluid remaining in her mouth overflowed in large patches from the corners of her mouth, completely soiling her.