The Maiden's Extreme Binding Challenge

"Five minutes left until the challenge is successfully completed." "Who would have thought that the highest difficulty bondage challenge would be completed by a girl who hasn't even graduated, even if it's just the opening limited edition," the woman behind the one-way glass stared intently at the scene inside, muttering to herself. This was a room decorated to resemble a classroom, with the blackboard at the back converted into a one-way mirror. In the center of the room, a girl in a blue and white short-sleeved sailor uniform was bound to the floor in an extreme shrimp bind. Her arms were bent behind her back in a U-shape, securely tied in a Japanese rear-naked-choke style. Her forearms, crossed horizontally, were bound in two sections, each wrapped seven or eight times with rope, with an additional three vertical wraps between her arms forming a handcuff knot. Moving upwards, the ropes binding her upper arms to her body, below her chest, densely covered the area from below her shoulders to above her elbows, with no detail missed in the vertical ropes passing between her upper arms and torso. Normally, a standard Japanese rear-naked-choke would only have vertical handcuff knot reinforcement on the ropes binding the upper arms and torso below the chest, but here, the area of rope above her chest and below her shoulders was also vertically reinforced. Due to the extreme tightness of the rope binding, only one vertical reinforcement was present, but it was enough to secure the dense rope loops and prevent them from slipping up or down. The girl's hands were clenched into fists, tightly wrapped into balls with black tape, and then covered with white lace-trimmed cotton socks that extended up to her elbows. The inverted lace trim was particularly eye-catching against the brown hemp rope. Several loops of rope were also wrapped around the girl's lower abdomen, extending downwards to form a rope crotch that passed between After taking a moment to compose herself on the pile of hay, the girl tried to escape once more. Standing up with her hands and feet tightly bound—and while still wearing high heels—was no easy task, so she had to take off her heels and push herself up inch by inch, leaning against the wall. She then leaped forward to smash open the cell door and made her way back to the entrance of the wooden cabin. This journey took a heavy toll on her stamina, and after just a few jumps, she was already panting. After all, with two pairs of stockings stuffed in her mouth, even breathing was difficult during such strenuous activity. To make matters worse, the rope panties—which she’d previously found barely noticeable—now seemed exceptionally cumbersome. The continuous jumping inevitably caused her body to repeatedly stretch and contract, which in turn kept tugging at the ropes between her thighs. The girl felt her body growing hotter and hotter, and her legs began to clench and twist involuntarily. “No… not now… at least… I need to jump to the door to save first…” The girl felt her mind starting to go haywire, so she had no choice but to stop in her tracks and rest for a moment. Upon reaching the entrance to the log cabin, the girl realized that clearing the level still wasn’t particularly difficult. Since the shackles didn’t make much noise on the dirt floor, they wouldn’t wake the guard villagers who had fallen back asleep. The only real challenge was the house at the end of the path near the village entrance, with windows on all four sides. The girl peered from a distance and noticed that the lights in that little house were actually off. Now she didn’t have to worry about being seen through the windows—otherwise, without the support of a wall, it was anyone’s guess whether she’d even be able to stand up from the ground. The only challenge was jumping to the village entrance without shoes. Her thin purple stockings offered little protection; even the short distance from the cell to the outside of the wooden house had already left her delicate feet feeling somewhat sore. On top of that, she had to struggle with the ropes binding her thighs, forcing her to stop and rest from time to time. Otherwise, if she were to climax under these circumstances, the consequences were too dreadful to even imagine. “Hmm… the villager just tossed the leftover rope on the ground. Looks like I can reinforce the bindings later?” The girl thought for a moment, saved the game again, and skillfully roused the villager at the door. “Huh? You can still jump out like that while tied up like this? This isn’t just any ordinary witch—we’ve got to take serious action!” The villager, furious at being woken up repeatedly, hoisted the girl onto his shoulder and carried her back to the cell. The villager picked up the leftover rope from the previous binding and re-fastened the high heels onto the girl’s delicate feet. Before putting them on, he casually played with them for a moment and “kindly” wiped the mud off them. “Ugh-oh (No)! Ugh-oh (No)! …Mmm…” The girl had experienced this kind of play a few times before. For the same reasons as before, she felt both shame and fear at having her feet toyed with by a man, yet there was also a hint of excitement. After repeatedly reminding herself that he was just an NPC, the excitement quickly overwhelmed her shame and fear, and she began to gradually enjoy it. After the villager had played with the girl’s feet for a while, he tightly laced the high heels onto her feet. First, he wrapped the laces around the soles and tops of both feet, securing them tightly. Then, he brought her feet together, tied them horizontally across the soles, and reinforced the bindings vertically. After securing the high heels, the villager flipped the girl over so she was face-down, then folded her legs under her. He threaded a rope from her ankles to her wrists and pulled it tight. “Mmm! Mmm!” The girl winced in pain, protesting through her puckered stockings, but her body was still forced to arch backward like a cooked shrimp. The villager showed no mercy, however, and only stopped tightening the rope when her hands were nearly touching the heels of her shoes, then tied it off with a tight knot. “Now, even if you manage to escape, it’ll take you a while. ” The villager’s smile gradually turned cruel. “It’ll be dawn soon. You might as well enjoy this last bit while you can, hahahahaha.” “Huh? What terrible thing will happen when it gets light? The main quest is to escape the village before dawn; the description says something terrible will happen if I don’t escape. Could it be that they’ll really burn me at the stake as a witch?” The girl began to feel afraid, but then she thought to herself that this was just a dream—even if she failed, it wouldn’t be a big deal. If it didn’t work out, she could just reload the save. Rather than worrying about the unknown, she decided to try breaking free first. The girl began examining the restraints binding her. Her upper body was tightly bound in a European-style straight-arm position; her arms were tied to her torso with several ropes, and her hands were secured in shackles; her legs were tightly bound together, and her feet—still in high heels—were firmly secured by ropes, stretched far back and tied to the knot above the wrist shackles, forming an extreme “four-horse” position. “Hmph, these are all standard bondage positions, and the number of ropes used isn’t that high either. Aside from this ‘four-horse’ position, it’s not even that tight… Even if the final restraint effect from triggering penalties were to persist throughout the beginner level, it wouldn’t be much more than this—roughly equivalent to the medium difficulty level in previous real-world challenges, or perhaps even a bit lower.” ” The girl stretched her body as much as she could, testing the limits of her restraints, and found the current level of restraint to be fairly loose—at least for Amy herself. After all, she’d experienced much harsher bondage than this; for her, this level of restraint wasn’t even an appetizer. “But for now… it’s okay to let myself go a little.” Her cheeks flushed slightly as her hands behind her back began to tug repeatedly, causing the ropes between her thighs to shift. Panting sounds gradually escaped from her gagged mouth, and her tightly bound body slowly writhed, occasionally accompanied by the faint sound of ropes rubbing against each other. “Mmm—mmah…” Before long, accompanied by a long, delicate moan, the girl’s body—bound in the four-horse knot—arched backward even more sharply, then relaxed once more, slumping onto the haystack like a stocking pulled from her mouth. After resting for a moment, the girl began trying to free herself. She strained to fold her legs backward, stretching her hands just far enough to reach the knots binding her high heels at the insteps—earlier, when the villagers had tied her in the “four-horse” bind, she had only pretended to be in great pain. but in reality, given Amy’s flexibility and endurance, even pulling her soles all the way to the back of her head would have been manageable. Her nimble fingers, left unrestrained, fumbled around briefly before quickly locating the key point of the knot. She then gradually loosened it, and before long, the ropes binding her arches were undone. She immediately kicked off her high heels, stretched her delicate toes encased in purple stockings, took a brief rest, and then continued to arch her body, attempting to untie the rope connecting her wrists and ankles. The rope connecting her wrists and ankles wasn’t secured with a tight knot, so she quickly untied it, regaining the freedom to move her body. She then leaned against the wall for a brief rest to gather her strength, preparing to escape the cell via the same route she had taken before. Unexpectedly, just as she had rested for a moment, she heard a commotion coming from outside. Immediately, the villager guards at the door burst in, shouting defiantly, “Evil witch, your time has come!” They then hoisted her out, completely oblivious to the fact that she had already partially freed herself from her bonds. “Hmm? Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm?!” The girl cried out in panic, but no one answered. She began kicking and writhing in resistance, only to be met with a hard slap on the buttocks and a warning punch to the stomach from the villagers. The pain forced her to settle down. The girl was dragged into an empty hospital room. The room’s layout was strange; it contained only a very narrow bed—or rather, it resembled a narrow operating table more than a hospital bed—and there were more than one IV stand hanging directly above it. As the girl was pulled toward the “hospital bed,” she realized that both sides of it were lined with restraint straps— —it was clearly a restraint bed used for bondage play. The straps were densely packed; a rough estimate put the number at over twenty from head to toe, enough to completely and tightly restrain a person without leaving any gaps. The “IV stands” above had also been modified into suspension frames and chains. “Hmph, see that? It’s too late to be scared now. As punishment, I’ll have to really ramp up the intensity for you.” After saying this, the man in black roughly shoved the girl onto the hospital bed, hoisted her legs onto it as well, and laid her flat on the bed. The size of the hospital bed was roughly the same as the girl’s build. The man in black first secured the girl’s legs to the bed with a few simple restraints, then had her sit up. He took a chain from the rack above, attached it to the collar around her neck, and adjusted the length to its maximum, ensuring she could only sit upright with her back straight. The man in black then began to unfasten the restraints on the girl’s upper body—the “sheep-shaped” restraints, the zip ties on her wrists, and the finger cuffs. “I’m warning you: don’t even think about anything else. You have absolutely no chance of escaping,” the man in black warned the girl as he took out new restraints. The girl’s upper body had been bound for so long that she had already lost some sensation; let alone resisting, she could barely move at all, and could only stare blankly as the man in black did as he pleased. The man in black first twisted the girl’s hands behind her back into a “W” shape, then positioned them further into the “Guanyin with Hands Behind the Back” pose, before securing her arms one by one with zip ties. From her wrists to just above her elbows, six zip ties were tightly fastened in a dense pattern. Her small hands were also positioned with palms pressed together, and her five fingers and palms were secured one by one so they faced each other. Afterward, the man in black used zip ties to bind the upper and lower arms on each side of the girl’s body. Although in the “Behind-the-Back Guanyin” pose, only the area near the elbows could be securely bound with zip ties, the man in black didn’t care at all and forcibly tied the girl’s arms. The ends of her forearms and her wrists were too far from her upper arms on either side, so the man in black switched to the type of cable ties used in the previous gynecological examination chair CG—the kind with two clips that secure the soles of the feet. Using the same method, he fastened one end tightly around her upper arm and the other end tightly around her wrist, then tightened the “dumbbell bar” section in the middle as much as possible. This left the girl’s arms firmly restrained behind her back, forcing her to maintain a posture with her head held high and chest thrust out. “Ah… it hurts… these straps are tighter than last time… ah… it’s really starting to hurt… if this were real life, my arms would be ruined in no time,” the girl thought to herself as she felt the intense pressure on her arms. After securing the girl’s arms, the man in black wasn’t satisfied yet. He took out a separate set of restraints—the same style as those on the hospital bed—and wrapped them tightly around her upper body, layer upon layer. This time, he showed no mercy; the restraints also dug harshly into her chest. “Don’t tie them so tight around my chest—I’m still growing,” the girl protested silently in her mind, her mouth emitting muffled “mmph” sounds. In fact, the girl’s bust size was just right—a C-cup that fit perfectly in one hand—but unfortunately, her petite frame made them appear smaller than they actually were. After all, bust size depends not only on the cup size but also on the circumference of the chest, and the petite girl was clearly at a disadvantage in this regard; her C-cup looked about the same size as a B-cup on other girls. While the girl was lost in her thoughts, the man in black had already tightly bound her upper body with over a dozen straps, each buckle tightened slightly more than the last. Since the “Behind-the-Back” restraint technique was used this time, the girl’s waist and abdomen had no arms to cushion them, and the restraints were wrapped tightly around her several times, already making it hard for her to breathe. After finishing securing her upper body, the man in black pushed her onto the restraint bed, then unfastened the restraints on her legs, turned her over so she was face-down, and briefly secured her upper body with the restraints on the bed. He then unfastened the shackles from her ankles, lifted her delicate feet, and began to caress them. “What a beautiful pair of feet—they’re practically works of art.” The man in black used his mouth to slowly pull down her white socks, licking her feet encased in horse-oil stockings. Strapped face-down, the girl couldn’t see what was happening; she could only feel her feet being mercilessly molested by the man in black. Overcome with shame and fear, she began to whimper and moan. But to the man in black, these moans were nothing but heavenly music to heighten his excitement. After continuing to molest her for a while and finding it still not satisfying enough, he undid the straps around her thighs and removed the first layer of horse-oil stockings. He then briefly secured her feet to the restraint bed. Taking the horse-oil stockings and white cotton socks he’d just removed, he approached her, unfastened her bit gag, pulled out the cloth wadding inside, gave her a few sips of water, and immediately stuffed her white socks back into her mouth. Having walked all day while wearing multiple layers of socks, the girl’s feet had long since become damp with sweat. The socks, freshly freed from her little leather shoes, gave off a faint sour odor mixed with the synthetic scent of the stockings. “Ugh…” The man in black deliberately adjusted the position of the white sock, aligning the part of the sole with the strongest odor directly against the girl’s tongue, and pressed down firmly. The girl gagged slightly from the stench of her own socks. “Ugh… three pairs of socks layered together, plus all that walking—this smell is way too overpowering… These are the second-strongest-smelling socks I’ve ever tasted. The strongest were when I secretly wore Kuris socks over cotton ones through two PE classes, then ran home in the pouring rain—I could smell them even before taking them out of my shoes.” Clearly, the girl’s extensive perverted experience had given her remarkable endurance. Next, the man in black unfolded the cloth bundle he’d just retrieved from the girl—it turned out to be a long strip of cloth rolled up. He tied a knot in the middle of the strip, then used it to tightly gag the girl’s mouth, positioning the knot directly over her small mouth to firmly press down on the sock stuffed inside. The cloth strip was tied so tightly that it slightly distorted the girl’s small face. Next, he pulled her flesh-colored pantyhose over her head, adjusting their position so that the damp crotch area and the soles of the stockings were directly over her nose. He then took out medical tape and wrapped it around the girl’s head layer by layer, forming a white sphere that left only her nostrils exposed for breathing. Finally, the man in black took out a head restraint strap and tightened it around her head once more to secure her in place. “Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm!” The multiple layers of restraint made the girl’s breathing somewhat labored, and the smell of bodily fluids and the soles of the stockings left her dizzy and disoriented. She soon felt as if she couldn’t breathe, shaking her head and struggling desperately in protest. “Relax, relax. It’s normal to feel like you’re suffocating… Push out with your chest and abdomen, keep taking deep breaths, and don’t get worked up—it’ll be over soon,” the man in black said, bending down to speak close to the girl’s ear, which was wrapped in tape. —Although the man in black spoke gently, he had no intention of loosening the straps tightly bound around her chest and abdomen; he simply wanted to watch her suffer. The girl whipped her head around and realized the store’s roll-up door was slowly closing; it was already too late to escape. “Sigh… I guess I’ll just have to take it one step at a time. I’ll go do what she said first.” Following the shopkeeper’s instructions, the girl went to each designated counter in turn and retrieved the props and costumes. First was a blue “queen” outfit, consisting of knee-high boots, rubber stockings, and long gloves. She started by putting on the vinyl stockings. She quickly noticed that the material of the stockings was very similar to that of the vinyl suit she was wearing, and they went together perfectly. Normally, there’s significant friction between two layers of latex clothing, making it difficult to put them on, but these stockings slid on as easily as if they’d been coated with lubricant, reaching all the way up to the base of her thighs—they seemed a bit too long for thigh-highs. The entire process of putting on the latex stockings, however, was exceptionally smooth—no different from slipping a pair of over-the-knee stockings directly onto bare feet. Next came the stocking boots, whose tops reached the middle of her thighs—slightly lower than the latex stockings. Finally, the gloves, made of a similar rubber material, fit snugly against her skin, forming a perfect seal. With two layers of latex garments covering her limbs, the overall sensation was similar to the white bodysuit from the dance studio level—she didn’t feel uncomfortable or constricted by the clothing. Moreover, the thickness of these latex garments was visibly thin—so thin that the girl had to check repeatedly to make sure they were transparent enough. “They feel pretty comfortable to wear, but aren’t these latex stockings and boots a bit too big…? The stockings are fine—they’re form-fitting anyway—but they just look a little long. And why do these stocking boots feel a bit loose?” Looking at the slightly oversized socks and boots on her legs, the girl felt as though her height was being unfairly discriminated against. Next came a variety of restraint devices. First was a long gag—essentially a standard ball gag where the ball had been replaced with a longer rod. But this gag had a special design: there was a large gap in the middle of the “stick,” and the instructions said to put her tongue inside it. Reluctantly, the girl stuck out her tongue and tightened the gag, forcing herself to maintain the humiliating posture of sticking out her tongue. “This doesn’t feel right… Why is this level… pushing me toward being a ‘bitch’ right from the start…? What’s the point of forcing me into a humiliating posture right off the bat…? Besides, isn’t this supposed to be a dominatrix set? I thought I was supposed to bring out the restraints for someone else to use—turns out they’re for me after all…” Although the girl felt resentful, she had no choice but to comply. Next came the leather cuffs, the “sheep” restraints, and a set of tortoise-shell restraints—all familiar to the girl. This set of leather cuffs had six sleeves, essentially three pairs of cuffs joined vertically, all connected by a long chain. The two upper pairs of cuffs were relatively close together vertically, while the lower ones were farther apart. After comparing their lengths briefly, the girl realized that the upper two pairs were meant to secure her elbows—one above and one below—while the lower ones were for her wrists. The “sheep-character” restraint belt didn’t feature any particularly unique design, though there were some locking rings on the back—similar in style to the connecting points between the leather cuffs—which appeared to be designed to secure the arms, cuffed behind the back, to the restraint belt. The tortoise-shell restraint belt was a standard style with no special design features. This set of comfortable restraints is entirely red, reflecting an alluring sheen under the lights. “So I’m still going to be tied up after all. I thought this time they’d put me in a dominatrix outfit so I could get a little taste of what it’s like to dominate others…” the young girl thought to herself, though she couldn’t help but let a look of disappointment and dissatisfaction show on her face. But the girl’s hands didn’t stop moving. She first put on the tortoise-shell restraints as a base layer, then secured the leather cuffs and the “sheep” shape restraints, quickly binding herself tightly and securely. “I can tell you’re a bit confused. Are you wondering why you’d need to bind yourself even while wearing the dominatrix outfit? A dominatrix outfit isn’t necessarily just for the Dominant—this is all about creating that contrast, of course. Just think about it: a submissive wearing a dominatrix outfit but bound hand and foot—doesn’t that look incredibly alluring? Also, you’re really skilled at this. how long have you been a sub? You managed to put on such complex restraints so quickly… Oh, right, let’s pause for a moment. Good thing I noticed early—otherwise, you wouldn’t have been able to complete the task.” The shopkeeper’s voice rang out again. “Don’t cuff your wrists just yet; we’ll need them later. Now, let’s head to the back room.” The girl, her status as a seasoned sub exposed, felt a bit ashamed. Blushing, she hurried into the back room; her boots—one size too big—nearly caused her to stumble. All the way there, drool trickled uncontrollably from the tip of her tongue, leaving trails on the floor. Upon entering the back room, she discovered a triangular wooden horse. The seat of the wooden horse had some special grooves—clearly a custom design. The slanted sides were covered with an unusually large number of straps and shackles for restraining the legs, as if to ensure the sub sitting on it wouldn’t be able to escape if she couldn’t withstand the training. “Do… do I really have to sit on this?” The girl suddenly grew timid, taking a half-step back. If her mouth hadn’t been gagged, she would have asked outright, but instead, she could only manage a muffled “um-um” in inquiry. “Of course. Go ahead, young lady. Judging by your expression, this definitely isn’t your first time, stop pretending—you can’t fake the look of someone being trained for the first time.” Resigned, the girl stopped squirming and straddled the wooden horse. She then skillfully folded her legs—thighs and calves—on either side, using the side straps to tightly secure her ankles and the tops of her thighs together. However, the slightly oversized sock boots made the restraints look a bit loose; the girl’s legs, clad in rubber stockings, were secretly slipping around inside the boots, as if there were still a chance to escape. “I’m sorry, could you please take off the sock boots? I misjudged the size—you only need to wear the rubber stockings.” “That’s not just a hint—you’re basically making fun of my height…” The girl felt a bit stifled inside as she undid the straps binding her legs to remove the boots. Normally, with her elbows cuffed and straddling the wooden horse, she wouldn’t have been able to reach the boots. But since these boots were a size too big, she didn’t need to use both hands; she simply wiggled her little feet and gradually slipped them off. “Hmm, it’s definitely more comfortable just wearing rubber socks,” the girl said petulantly as she flung the boots aside and wiggled her small feet, encased in blue rubber socks, to stretch them out. She then straddled the wooden horse again and secured herself in the same way as before. “That’s enough. The set of restraints on your legs is enough to activate its positioning system. Now you can enjoy some automated service time.” “Huh? Activate what?” Although the girl didn’t quite understand, she instinctively stopped strapping herself in. The moment she paused, the leather cuffs on her wrists—which hadn’t been fastened before—clicked shut automatically, securing her hands and connecting them to the “羊”-shaped restraint harness behind her back. Now the girl looked much like she had back at the abandoned hospital: her arms were restrained behind her back with her elbows straight, secured by the “sheep” harness. However, she was now adorned with more and more intricate leather straps, and her one-piece rubber suit was even more alluring. The combined effect of the tortoise-shell bind and the “sheep” harness accentuated her perfect figure, making it appear even more sensual; even her modest breasts were pushed high and firm. Next were her legs. In addition to the restraints she had tightened herself around her ankles and thighs, leather straps extending from the wooden horse tightly secured the middle of her calves and thighs on both sides, as well as the areas just above and below her knees. Counting the straps from her thighs and ankles, there were three sets on each side. New straps extended from the center of the circular belt, tightening and securing the area between her thighs and calves. This allowed her legs to be secured in a figure-eight pattern without the need for additional restraints. “Ugh!” ” The girl let out a startled gasp at the sudden change in her situation. When she came to her senses and struggled a bit, she realized she was already firmly bound to the triangular wooden horse, unable to move—as helpless as meat on a cutting board, at the mercy of her tormentor. This inevitably stirred her masochistic tendencies, and she couldn’t help but fantasize about what kind of treatment she would endure next. Next, a chain dropped down from above the triangular wooden horse, attaching to the back of the neck where the collar of the “sheep-shaped” restraint was located at its highest point. It was pulled upward as tightly as possible, forcing the girl’s body upward and making her hold her head high and chest out. Then, the triangular wooden horse beneath her gradually deformed and extended, with the saddle section expanding upward to completely enclose her crotch area, forming a wide-cut chastity panty. The man in black once again used the familiar zip ties to bind the girl’s hands in the European straight-arm position. This time, because her hands were protected by long-sleeved gloves—and fueled by the man’s own rage—he tightened the ties even closer, causing them to dig deeply into her skin through the thin gloves. Six cable ties were secured from her wrists all the way up to her elbows—double the number used previously. The man in black also bound her upper arms together using double-clip cable ties in the same “dumbbell” configuration as before; the two loops on either side—acting as “dumbbell plates”—sank deeply into the girl’s skin, which was gradually becoming exposed as the gloves slipped off. The girl’s hands were also pressed together, with each of her five fingers and her palms secured one by one with cable ties, and then all her fingers were bound together once more with a single cable tie. After securing her fingers, the man in black first used pliers to trim off the excess portions of the zip ties, making the ties on the girl’s arms appear as a series of complete rings. He then took out a black, shoulder-hugging single glove—similar to a pullover—and first slipped it over the girl’s head, wrapping it around her shoulders just above her chest, before pulling her completely immobilized arms down into it. The man in black deliberately chose the smallest size of the single-arm glove to make the girl’s experience of restraint even more painful at that moment. Although the girl was petite, with her arms encased in long-sleeved gloves and tightly bound by a dense web of straps, her arms had swollen to nearly double their original width, making the single-arm sleeve feel even tighter. The design of this single-arm restraint was quite complex; as soon as it was pulled taut by the girl’s arm and shoulder, rows of leather restraint straps began to dangle down from an unknown source. The restraint straps at her wrists, forearms, and elbows extended in two directions—toward her arms and toward her torso. The man in black first looped one end of each strap around the girl’s arm, tightening the buckle as much as possible, then looped the other end around her torso at the corresponding height—around her abdomen and chest—and tightened that end as well, so that each set of restraints formed a figure-eight pattern, tightly binding the girl’s forearms to her torso, leaving her completely immobilized. The same procedure was followed for her upper arms and chest, with four restraint straps tightly wrapped around them. However, this time there was no dumbbell-shaped restraint between her upper arms—after all, they were already completely encased by the single-arm sleeve, which also contained internal zip ties; adding another layer of binding would be both invisible and pointless. As the man in black tied her up, the girl couldn’t help but let out cries of pain and moans. Later, when he tightened the straps of the single-arm restraint, she begged for mercy repeatedly: “My arms… they’re about to break… I really was wrong… I’ll never call the police again… Please spare me… It hurts so much… sniffle, sniffle, sniffle…”. Of course, the girl wasn’t actually in that much pain—it was somewhat exaggerated and felt a bit like role-playing—but this high-intensity restraint was indeed pushing her to the very limit of her endurance. The man in black, however, grinned maliciously and said, “Don’t get me wrong—I just genuinely enjoy seeing you like this. But you really were being a bit too loud.” With that, he took out a deep gag and fitted it over the girl’s mouth; the gag was detachable. The man in black hadn’t yet inserted the dildo-shaped part, so for now, the gag was just a metal ring that firmly held her small mouth open, preventing her from closing it; through a small hole, her pink tongue was visible. “That’s much quieter. Let’s continue,” the man in black said, scrutinizing the girl’s body. Feeling that something was still missing, he took out some separate restraint straps and wrapped them around her body, securing them at intervals between the single-glove straps. One, two, three—it took a full twelve straps to completely wrap the girl in restraints, outlining the perfect curves of her figure. Now, from the outside, the girl’s upper body looked just like it did in the previous suspension CG—completely encased in restraints. However, the tightness of her bonds was far more severe this time. The girl writhed in agony as her upper body was wrapped and bound by the restraints, letting out occasional moans. Saliva flowed involuntarily from the opening in her bridle gag, trailing behind it in silvery threads. The man in black was very satisfied with her current state and began preparing to bind her legs. Before restraining her lower body, the man in black spread the girl’s legs, intending to add a little something extra. But before he could reach out, he noticed that her crotch was already soaked and had turned a dark shade. “I didn’t expect you to be such a hardcore masochist. I took the vibrator out a while ago, but just being tied up tight has you this wet down there already?” The man in black teased the girl while molesting her through the fabric with his fingers. “Mmm! Mmm!” The girl turned her head away in shame, yet dared not close her legs, forced to endure the man in black’s assault. When the man in black had played around enough, he pulled down the girl’s pantyhose and panties. Seeing that her honey had already flooded out, he immediately took out a vibrating dildo and shoved it right inside. This vibrator was a smaller model, and the girl’s completely soaked vaginal fluids allowed it to slide in with little resistance, leaving only a short section of the shaft protruding from her. The sudden intrusion of the foreign object caused the girl to gasp softly, her body twisting futilely from side to side, her small feet clad in purple stockings kicked high into the air in a helpless struggle—only to be quickly pressed down by the man in black. As her body writhed, saliva from the gap in her gag splattered out in all directions. After all, this dildo was slightly smaller than the last one, so it wasn’t enough to make the girl’s eyes roll back in her head. The man in black then produced a makeshift restraint harness made of straps, fastened it onto the girl, and securely anchored the vibrating rod deep inside her, locking it in place at the back where it connected to the end of her single glove. The restraints were made of a strong, cut-resistant material, ensuring that without a key, the girl’s upper body would remain in this extremely tight, restrained state with no way to escape. Finally, he helped her put her underwear and pantyhose back on. Since the makeshift restraint pants had no special components or functions, they were relatively thin; once she had her underwear back on, they were well concealed and didn’t look out of place. The man in black then began to caress the girl’s legs, which were layered in burgundy stockings. He showed no mercy despite the artistic patterns on them; on the contrary, as he thought of the other collectibles he’d been forced to abandon in the abandoned hospital, his previously subsided anger began to rise again. He placed the girl’s legs side by side on a nearby chair, took out some zip ties, and began to bind her legs tightly. Starting at the base of her thighs, the man in black used the zip ties to bind her legs inch by inch, using a full 10 ties just to secure the area above her knees. Compared to last time, the reason he didn’t double the number wasn’t because he was worried the girl couldn’t withstand such tight restraints, but simply because he didn’t want to obscure the pattern of her stockings too much. Seeing the mounds of flesh spilling out between the zip ties on the girl’s thighs, the man in black grew slightly concerned that tightening the ties any further might tear the stockings, so he reluctantly skipped two ties. He applied the same method to her calves—for the same reason, using the same number of ties. The girl’s legs were bound together so tightly that they fit perfectly against one another, leaving her as immobile as a mermaid. Because the straps around her thighs and calves were tied so tightly, even the slightest bend of her legs caused the straps to dig painfully into her flesh—let alone folding them together, which would literally sever her legs in a physical sense. “What the hell is this little brat up to…” The girl surveyed her surroundings, trying to figure out her current situation. She discovered that almost all of the layers of restraints binding her had been removed, and the tape on her fingers had been taken off as well. Now, only her wrists, ankles, and neck were secured to an operating table with metal restraints. However, it seemed she’d been injected with some kind of drug; her entire body felt limp and weak, just like what had happened earlier in the dance studio. Furthermore, the “little toys” inside her body hadn’t been removed yet; a thick vibrating dildo was still wedged between her legs, and two bulging electrode pads were attached to her chest and the soles of her feet. “Listen up, you lowlife. I, the Chief, am the greatest doctor in this psychiatric hospital. The straitjacket you’re wearing, all these little toys, and every drug you’ve been injected with—I designed them all. Now that I’ve rescued you from the permanent restraint ward, shouldn’t you be thanking me with tears of gratitude?” The girl watched the female imp go off the rails, somewhat speechless, unsure how to react. After a moment’s thought—since only her eyes were visible, the lower half of her face was hidden by the rubber suit, and her mouth was gagged anyway—she decided to just play dumb. “Hmph, a nobody is just a nobody—not a shred of gratitude.” The female imp was a bit disappointed. “Never mind. Let’s just get straight to the point. I’ve always believed that using rope offers the ultimate bondage experience; its malleability and aesthetic appeal are simply incomparable to those of straitjackets and restraints. But these old-fashioned fools don’t understand the aesthetics of rope at all; they insist on using straitjackets, restraints, and chains to restrain patients, and they even claim that this method is safer. Today, I’m going to prove that as long as the binding is done properly, the strength of a rope’s restraint is in no way inferior to those restraints we just saw—and it can even showcase its own unique aesthetic.” Rather than speaking to the young girl, the little vixen’s words seemed more like she was talking to herself. In the young girl’s eyes, the little vixen was clearly having a case of “middle-school syndrome,” and she even seemed to have a touch of histrionic personality disorder. But now that she’d been drugged and restrained, she could only watch helplessly as the girl went off the deep end. It felt like being tightly bound and forced to listen to someone read aloud the idiotic novel she’d written back in middle school. “Hey… isn’t this part supposed to be psychological masochism…? If so, I’m kind of tempted to give this a bad review…” The girl squinted, watching the little demon ramble to herself; it felt even more torturous than the permanent restraints from earlier. But soon, the little demon stopped her rambling and began her procedure. First, she immediately removed all restraints from the girl on the operating table, though the girl remained immobilized due to the medication she’d been injected with. Next, she took out bundles of hemp rope and began tying the girl up. First, she twisted the girl’s hands behind her back, positioning them in a “W” shape. To prevent the girl’s arms from slipping free, the female imp simply sat down on the workbench and clamped the girl’s body between her legs. She then wrapped the rope in a crisscross pattern around the girl’s wrists. Although the female imp looked very petite, her binding was surprisingly secure. She pulled each strand of rope as tight as possible, then wrapped it tightly around the neoprene suit. Soon, the girl’s hands were bound with ten crisscrossing strands of rope, with three additional vertical strands running between her hands for reinforcement. This secured the girl’s hands behind her back, so the female imp no longer needed to hold her in place with her legs. “So all this fuss was just to tie me up in a standard Japanese high-hand bind with hemp rope?” The girl wondered if there had been some mistake, or if there might be some additional measures to come. But the rest of the binding process did not exceed her expectations. The female imp then took out a longer bundle of rope and bound the girl’s arms to her torso. First, she began wrapping the rope around the girl’s body above her chest, starting at the shoulders, winding it round and round and tightening it. She tied the rope tightly in over a dozen loops from the shoulders to just above the chest, with each loop lying right against the one before it. The entire set of ropes was already pressing against part of her breasts. Immediately afterward, she reinforced the bind with three vertical loops under each armpit, pulling this set of ropes back to rest precisely above her chest. At the back, the ropes were threaded beneath the girl’s hands—which were bound behind her back—and pulled tightly against her back to ensure the ropes were secure enough. Afterward, her arms and torso were bound in the same manner below her chest—with more than a dozen horizontal loops. Each rope secured only her upper arms, passing beneath her tightly crossed forearms; this ensured a tighter fit against her body, preventing any looseness during the vertical reinforcement. This set of ropes also extended down to the lower part of the girl’s breasts, where they were roughly pulled back into place by the vertically reinforcing ropes. While tying these two sections of rope, the female imp found the girl’s bulging chest to be an obstacle. She therefore took out a tool resembling a hot glue gun, pressed the nozzle against the girl’s chest, and with a horizontal swipe, cut open the neoprene suit at her chest to remove the adhesive patch. Afterward, the female imp switched the hot glue gun’s setting, aimed it at the opening she’d just cut in the rubber suit, and glued the edges back together. “Never seen anything like this before, have you? This is this Director’s great invention. A lowly nobody like you should be grateful just to be able to experience it.” Noticing the girl’s curious gaze, the female imp grew extremely smug, lifting her chin in a show of pride. “And to be able to experience the highest level of rope artistry—what more could a lowly nobody like you possibly want?” The girl usually thoroughly enjoyed the process of being tightly bound, but at this very moment, she desperately wished this time would pass quickly—or that this female imp would just shut up. Although the female imp appeared extremely arrogant, she tied every loop of rope with great care and precision, leaving no room for error. Each strand fit seamlessly against the one before it, which is why the process took so long. Compounded by her petite frame, she was already showing signs of fatigue before she had even finished binding the girl’s upper body. Panting, the little vixen stared at the girl tied to the operating table, who lay as still as a dead fish. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed the girl’s crotch. “Mmm!” Taken by surprise, the girl instinctively struggled, letting out a soft moan as her limp body trembled slightly. “Just as I thought—the anesthetic’s wearing off. You little nobody, were you trying to pretend you couldn’t move so you could sneak-attack me? Well, I caught you!” The female imp smugly put on a smug expression, pulled out the anesthetic, and gave the girl another injection. “This little brat is so annoying, so loud, and so irritating… I really want to see her mess up… And she keeps calling me ‘scum’… When she’s the one who’s actually the scum, isn’t she? It’s just a slightly stricter Japanese-style shibari, and she’s already panting before her upper body is even fully bound. Who’s the real masochist here, anyway…” After a brief rest, the little brat resumed tying the girl’s hands. This time, she reinforced the bind at the girl’s forearms as well. Since the girl’s arms were positioned in a “W” shape behind her back, the little brat first folded the areas just above and below the girl’s elbows together and tied them. After tying about five loops, she reinforced the bind vertically between the upper arm and forearm. Since the upper arm and forearm gradually diverge higher up, forcing a tight bind there wouldn’t hold very well. However, although the distance between the forearm and upper arm increased at this point, the two forearms remained relatively close together. Consequently, the female imp used rope to bind the girl’s two forearms together, starting from the cross-knot at the wrists and wrapping the rope around in successive loops until it met the rope at the elbows. She then reinforced the binding vertically in the middle. In this way, the girl’s arms were firmly bound behind her back, unable to move even a fraction in any direction. After the reinforcement was complete, there was still plenty of rope left on both ends. So the female imp continued to extend the two strands of rope downward, wrapping them around the girl’s lower body and bringing them out the front, then continuing upward between her breasts, before converging again at the knot on her wrists from either side of her neck. During this process, the two strands of rope crossed and intertwined multiple times to ensure they would not come apart. Moreover, the ropes were tied so tightly that the girl felt the vibrating rod in her crotch being pushed in a little further. "Honestly, your cute socks are more normal than this 'hot girl' outfit you're wearing, which makes you look like a grade-schooler," the girl taunted the brat, pulling the brat's socks onto her hands and securing them firmly with tape at the ruffled lace near the elbows. "It's not a grade-schooler outfit! Th-that's just my old clothes from when I was little..." the brat protested. But the girl had lost patience with discussing fashion with the brat. She took the hemp rope she had used to bind herself earlier, twisted the brat's arms behind her back, and began a standard European-style straight-arm bondage. Starting from the wrists, which were already wrapped in tape and socks, she wound the rope upwards, six coils in total, reinforced with two vertical wraps. She then continued upwards, tightly adjacent to the first set of coils, completing three sets of rope from wrist to elbow. Next, she switched to a new rope and extended it from the upper elbow towards the armpit, also in three sets, but with only five coils per set. Since the brat was smaller, these ropes completely covered her arms. Where the upper arms couldn't be pulled tightly together, the girl reinforced the space with rope, creating a rope pillar – the exact same technique used in the dance studio bondage. The girl learned quickly. "Ah... it hurts... my arms... they're going to break... Do you even know how to tie someone up?" the brat echoed the girl's earlier complaint. "I said you didn't know how to tie someone up not because it hurt, but because you used too much force when tightening the four-post suspension rope. Not only did you fail to bind me tightly, but you also painfully bruised areas that shouldn't have been strained," the girl replied, her hands never stopping. "And this is just simple restraint. You can't handle this already?" With that, she began to bind the brat's arms to her body. Before starting, the girl deliberately cut open the latex suit on the brat's chest and feet, generously gifting the brat her own used electrode patches. Then, the girl started wrapping the rope horizontally from beneath the brat's shoulders, with two vertical reinforcing wraps between the brat's arms and body every seven coils. Since the brat's body hadn't developed much, her chest was practically flat, so the girl skipped over her chest and simply arranged the rope coils downwards in sequence. "Don't bind my chest! I... I'm still growing..." the brat said, a hint of shyness in her voice. But the girl completely ignored the brat's protest, continuing her own rhythm. Soon, using a total of four sets of rope, she reached the area just above the brat's hip bones. Each set of rope was meticulously reinforced vertically, and if adjacent sets of coils were not made from the same rope, they were further reinforced with an additional length of rope vertically. This way, the brat's upper body was completely secured by the hemp rope, rendering her immobile even if the anesthetic wore off. "See? This is the ultimate tight binding with hemp rope. I used so much rope, yet it took me less time than you. Shouldn't you reflect on yourself?" the girl said, contemptuously, as she finished securing the ropes on the brat's upper body. "Just a mere nobody... how could I..." Although the anesthetic hadn't fully worn off, the brat could clearly feel the tightness all over her upper body. She knew the girl's rope skills far surpassed hers, and that she was utterly incapable of escaping. A mix of fear and shame rendered her speechless, her teeth clenched. "Don't rush, we're only halfway there. Oh, I'll give you this toy too, I actually quite liked it..." The girl took out the vibrator still bearing her bodily fluids and aimed a hot glue gun at the brat's lower body. "Just not this... my little hole is still small... it won't fit... it won't fit! Ughhhhhh❤!" With the brat's scream, the girl forcefully inserted the vibrator into the brat's tight little hole. Despite significant resistance, it was inserted with difficulty. Even when pushed all the way in, the tip still protruded, unable to be fully accommodated. "See, I even used my own fluids to lubricate it for you. Aren't you going to thank me? ...Though this is indeed a bit big for you. How to shrink it..." The girl fiddled with the buttons at the base of the vibrator. Unsure which button she pressed, it suddenly shrunk by a circumference, fitting perfectly into the brat's smooth little hole. "Ah... so that's how it works. Hehe... Sorry, it's my first time playing with this too. I should have shrunk it first... Huh? Why did you pass out already... So weak..." The girl stuck out her tongue playfully, only to find the brat had already fainted, her eyes rolling back from the mix of pain and pleasure. "Sigh, binding the legs is a bit tedious. It's a bit boring if you pass out now... Oh well, it's better to be quiet..." The girl shook her head with a hint of regret and began to bind the brat's legs. This time, the girl decided to follow the plan she had explained to the brat earlier for a four-post suspension. First, she folded the brat's legs, and starting from a point just below the ankles, she bound the lower and upper legs together with rope. After six coils, she added two vertical reinforcing wraps between the upper and lower legs, and then continued along the leg towards the knee, completing one set. After binding, there was still some space below the knees. The girl had to use a stringing tool to pass the rope between the tightly pressed legs and horizontally bind the two legs together above and below the knees, forcibly reinforcing it with one vertical wrap. Finally, at the positions of the brat's ankles and the base of her thighs, she bound the legs together with six coils and reinforced them vertically. Thus, the brat's legs were bound in a classic parallel leg tie with vertical reinforcement at the base, above and below the knees, and at the ankles. The middle section of the upper and lower legs was folded and tightly bound together. This binding method avoided leaving slack before folding the legs, allowing for a tight, folded leg bind without the bulkiness of the brat's previous plan, which required two layers of rope on the legs. Finally, the girl took another short rope and bound the brat's feet, which were clad in red latex socks, together, reinforcing them with two vertical wraps. Considering her own escape methods, the girl took a new rope and connected the ankle, foot, and wrist ropes together. She then slowly tightened the rope, and with each tightening, she helped adjust the unconscious brat's position to ensure the four-post suspension rope was as short as possible. Although the brat's hands were now wrapped into small fists by tape and socks, making it impossible to escape with her fingers, the cautious girl still opted for a separate rope as a precaution. This way, even if the brat miraculously escaped the four-post suspension rope, she wouldn't be able to spread her legs to move. Finally, the girl wrapped the brat's feet with tape, concealing the knots within, thus completely eliminating any possibility of escape. "Mmm... Nn..." The brat gradually regained consciousness. Seeing that the binding was finished, the girl intended to pat the brat's face to fully wake her. However, remembering what the brat had done to her earlier, she took off her shoe and slapped the brat's face with her white-stockinged foot. "Stop pretending to be unconscious. Get up. If you don't get up, I'll take off this last pair of socks and stuff them in your mouth." In reality, the girl had no intention of doing so " “She sure is restless…” The principal, straddling the girl, was already feeling some pain from the kicks of her constantly struggling legs, so he had no choice but to finish tying up her upper body as quickly as possible and turn to tie her legs. He grabbed the girl’s little feet—still kicking wildly in their black stockings—and pinned them under his armpit, then used the rope to bind her feet tightly together, Seven loops of rope were wrapped somewhat haphazardly around her ankles—after all, under these forced restraint conditions, it was difficult to ensure the rope’s neatness; he could only do his best to make it secure enough—finally tightening and reinforcing it with two vertical loops in the middle, ensuring the girl’s legs could never part again. “ “Still not very well-behaved. Looks like I’ll have to secure her a bit more. Where should I tie her next…” The principal muttered to himself as he ran his hand down from her ankles along the girl’s smooth, black-stockinged thighs, finally stopping at the “absolute territory” just above her knees. “Perfect, right here.” ” He casually tugged up the hem of her stockings, which had slipped slightly as she struggled, then took out a new length of rope and wrapped it horizontally seven times just above her knees. He then added two vertical reinforcement loops in the center, completely binding her legs together so they could no longer be separated. Since her ankles were already tightly bound, the range of her thigh movements was limited; the principal merely had to tighten the rope to suppress her resistance. Although these restraints were much looser compared to the extreme bindings in previous stages—and because they’d been applied hastily, leaving many sections of the rope untidy and crooked—they still served their purpose effectively. After all, the girl had now lost most of her system’s protection; she was just an ordinary girl, and her endurance wasn’t much greater than that of anyone else. “Hmm… It seems I’ve been relying on the system a bit too much…” Feeling the restraints—which weren’t too tight—the girl realized it wasn’t as easy as she’d expected to break free, and she paused to reflect. “In the previous stages, restraints like this wouldn’t even have been worth testing. But now that the system’s protection has been weakened, I can clearly feel that even the simplest binding of my hands and feet isn’t that easy to break free from… Still, just how long is this guy going to keep groping me? What else does he want to do…” Watching the girl writhing on the floor, the principal, having enjoyed himself enough, finally stood up, clapped his hands, and said, “This is a follow-up to this afternoon’s surprise attack drill. As someone who knows you well, I naturally know where you live. After my failed sneak attack this afternoon, tailing you and sneaking into your home was no trouble at all. Your current situation is entirely due to your own carelessness, so as punishment, An He, you’ll sleep like this tonight…” With that, the principal picked up the girl tied to the floor and carried her back to the bed, his gaze never leaving her legs. Gazing at the faintly flushed skin peeking out from beneath her black stockings, the principal greedily caressed her several times before reluctantly pulling away. “Do you really think tying me up for just one night is enough? You’re underestimating me a bit, aren’t you…” As soon as the principal left, the girl lying on the bed quickly sat up. Although her legs were tied together and she couldn’t spread them apart for the moment, she could still move forward by hopping. “I remember… the scissors are in this drawer…” The girl crouched on the floor with some difficulty, feeling for the drawer handle with her hands tied behind her back. “Phew! That was close… It’s taking some getting used to having my physical abilities back to normal. Good thing I used to spend a lot of time playing outside; otherwise, I might have really tripped up over something as simple as a gutter…” With her hands tied behind her back in a W-shape and her legs bound together, maintaining her balance was a bit of a challenge. However, the girl was experienced and quickly adapted to the new difficulty, calmly opening the drawer and standing up to inspect its contents. “There they are, just as I thought… Good thing they didn’t wrap my fingers up too… Though, this drawer is a bit deep…” Leaning her back against the edge of the drawer, the girl bent her wrists downward as far as she could, trying several times before her fingertips barely managed to hook the edge of the scissors. “Phew… Thank goodness I reached it. If the drawer had been any deeper, I’d probably have had to knock the cabinet over, and that would’ve been such a hassle to clean up.” Once she had the scissors, the girl quickly untied her restraints, ripped off the tape covering her mouth, and let out a long sigh of relief. “I really do miss this kind of self-bondage escape… Wait, no. According to the outside world’s timeline, I clearly played this game just a few days ago, but right now it feels like it was ages ago… Sigh, it’s a shame the ropes got cut.” The girl sighed as she looked at the short lengths of rope on the floor. “Only the two sets of ropes on my legs are still usable—that’s a bit too few… I’ll just put them away for now. Still, I wonder what would’ve happened if I hadn’t been able to free myself? Would I really have to stay tied up all night? Or would that guy come back to ambush me or something?” The girl checked her game progress; even after being ambushed and tied up by the principal, her progress hadn’t dropped below 2/10, so theoretically, whether or not she managed to free herself tonight wouldn’t affect her final progress. “Never mind, never mind. I’m a little tired—I’ll think about it tomorrow…” This unexpected turn of events left the girl feeling somewhat exhausted, and since the restraints weren’t tight enough to really arouse her desire, she soon fell asleep. On the evening of the fourth day, the girl sure enough spotted the principal’s figure by the roadside again. Just as she was thinking about how to handle the situation, he emerged from his hiding spot without any pretense. “So you saw me again. Well then, congratulations, An He. You’ve fully passed the outdoor surprise test. “However, we’ll need to do a few more rounds of indoor surprise training. Get ready tonight—I’ll drop by for a ‘visit’ at an unannounced time…” As he finished speaking, the director flashed a lecherous grin and left, giving the girl no chance to ask any questions. “Huh…” The girl watched the director hurry away, raising her hand but not getting a chance to ask her question. “Never mind. The way things are going, even if I asked, he’d probably just brush me off. I’d better figure out what to do tonight…” Lost in thought, the girl returned to her dorm room. Looking around, she felt nowhere was safe. “That guy has a key—even if I lock the door, it wouldn’t be an obstacle for him at all. Should I block the door with a cabinet? The big ones are too heavy to move, and the small ones probably won’t do any good… Besides, my goal is to clear the game, so I’ll still have to let him in to ‘resist temptation.’ Otherwise, I’ll probably just be postponing the ordeal…” With that thought, the girl paced restlessly around the room. “But just the thought of that guy groping me again makes me feel a bit resistant. The ropes he used to tie me up weren’t that secure anyway—it wasn’t exactly enjoyable… Though if I used those two bundles of rope left in the closet from yesterday… I don’t think that’d be enough? Wait, what am I thinking?!” ” The girl suddenly realized she’d actually begun to feel a hint of anticipation for what was to come, and she shook her head repeatedly as if trying to shake the thought right out of her mind. “No, no, I have to resist the temptation, resist the temptation! But then again… I’m just attracted to being tightly bound—it has nothing to do with that stinking principal, so I guess that doesn’t count as ‘being tempted’…” Although that’s what the girl thought, the areas that had been molested during the attack a few days earlier were throbbing faintly, as if transporting her back to that scene all over again. “It’s so late—there’s no one else at school. What’s there to worry about? Besides, you’re still wearing stockings—how could you possibly be naked…” The principal cradled the girl’s beautiful legs, clad in violet hold-up stockings, in his hands and began to play with them; the sheer stockings made her look exceptionally alluring in the dim light. “But… now that you’ve seen this, you should be prepared for the consequences, right? A bitch shouldn’t be making sounds like that.” ” With that, the principal took out a horse-bit gag and forced it into the girl’s small mouth. A pressure plate was attached below the gag; the principal grabbed the girl’s pink, delicate tongue, pulled it out, and then secured it with the plate. This left the girl with no choice but to keep her tongue sticking out like a dog’s. “Ugh… uh-oh…” Realizing that even her right to speak had been stripped away and that she had been completely reduced to a plaything in the director’s hands, the girl resignedly tilted her head to one side, giving up all resistance. Soon, the girl’s legs were also tightly folded and bound together. Three sets of rope loops were securely tied around her knees, the middle of her shins and thighs, the groin, and her ankles, Each set consisted of eight loops of rope reinforced with three additional strands in the center, keeping her legs firmly folded and completely unable to part. “As expected… since I failed to complete the challenge, the restraints have become much stricter—my arms and legs are completely immobilized… “Fortunately, I’ve been tied up like this many times before during challenges at the psychiatric hospital, so I should still be able to get through this…” The girl secretly struggled a few times but found the ropes binding her limbs to be extremely tight, showing absolutely no sign of loosening. She could only helplessly wiggle her shortened limbs like a puppy. Seeing that the girl’s limbs were already bound, the director took leg and arm restraints designed specifically for canine restraint from the storage shelf and slipped them over her folded limbs. The arm restraints not only wrapped around the girl’s forearms but also extended at the very top into a small, black, lockable latex pouch that perfectly enclosed her hands. Although they weren’t wrapped in tape this time, the girl’s hands were still tightly confined inside, unable to move. Combined with three evenly spaced reinforcing straps on the outside, her arms were completely immobilized, leaving no possibility of escape. At the ends of her elbows, a lightweight, special material extends downward, providing excellent elasticity and support to keep her slightly shorter upper body at the same height as her folded legs below. The legs had no other special design features, but they were noticeably narrower than the upper body. The reinforcing straps had increased to five, with the two middle ones crisscrossing in an X-shape; their slightly lighter color was both aesthetically pleasing and enhanced the restraint. “Hmm… Even though my hands and feet aren’t completely tied down, I can only move like a dog…” The girl, now mostly restrained, was carried back to the floor by the director and made to “stand” on all fours, getting used to her new “limbs.” “Although two layers of restraints have been applied this time, overall it’s not too strict—it’s still slightly less restrictive than last night. In terms of the strictness of the dog-style restraint alone, it’s nowhere near as severe as what I experienced at the mental hospital before—there are no additional chains restricting movement between my limbs, nor are my hands and feet reinforced in any way. Aside from feeling a bit embarrassed, there aren’t really any major difficulties…” Lost in her hopeful thoughts, the girl noticed the director’s shadow had already fallen over her body. She turned her head and was startled to see that he was holding a fluffy “tail”—at the tip of which were a combined anal plug and vibrating dildo. “As a bitch, how could you possibly do without a tail? Come on, let me help you perfect your look~” The prop in the director’s hand was coated in a thick layer of lubricant, resembling a blood-dripping weapon as droplets trickled down it while he extended it toward the girl. “Ah! Ahhh…” With her mouth clamped shut, the girl let out strange cries of supplication while clumsily maneuvering her constrained limbs to flee deeper into the warehouse. The principal wasn’t bothered; he slowly followed behind her, savoring the thrill of a cat-and-mouse game. After all, the gym storage room wasn’t a maze, and the girl was soon cornered, with nowhere to escape. “Still so full of energy after just running an 800-meter race? Or does Teacher Hua Xi simply enjoy being tightly bound?” ” The principal effortlessly pinned the girl, who was trapped in the corner with no way to escape, and slowly inserted the two somewhat intimidating devices into her two orifices. “I haven’t stimulated your sensitive spots at all from the start until now, but down there you’re already this wet—the droplets falling to the floor outnumber the ones from your mouth up here, hahahahaha…” As the toys penetrated deeper, the girl writhed and struggled wildly while letting out moans mixed with soft gasps. Whether it was because she’d already been “trained” last night or because these toys were slightly smaller than the ones from the night before, she didn’t roll her eyes back in ecstasy like she had the night before—in fact, she even found it somewhat pleasurable. The anal plug portion of this set was about the same size as yesterday’s, except that a long dog tail extended from its tip. Although the vibrating rod below was slightly narrower than last night’s, its surface was covered with numerous, somewhat intimidating protrusions, whose tip hugged the girl’s perineum and extended upward, connecting to the end of the anal plug. This design not only transmitted the vibrations but also lifted the tail upward, making it look quite lifelike. “You’re adapting pretty quickly. Looks like you really are a natural-born bitch, Hahahahaha…” Seeing that the girl had recovered so quickly, the Director slipped the collar around her neck, then tugged on the end of the chain in his hand, leading her outside. “Come on, let’s go for a walk outside~” “Ahh?! …Ahhh❤…” The Director immediately activated the remote control in his hand. The sudden stimulation made the girl’s limbs go weak; she staggered and nearly collapsed to the ground. “Hey, hey, hey… Are you already getting horny before we even leave the building? You’re such a slutty bitch—it looks like you need a good lesson. ” The principal grabbed the collar to keep her from falling, while slightly lowering the intensity of the dual-vibrating dildos. He then took out a ponytail whip and lightly flicked it against her smooth little butt. “Ow! Oh oh ❤……” The perfectly measured pain actually heightened the girl’s pleasure; she had barely regained her footing when she began trembling again. “Sigh, there’s just no dealing with you…” Seeing that the girl was being toyed with to the point where she could barely move, the Director reluctantly paused her further training and began leading her toward the playground. “Let’s let you get used to it first. You’re so slutty, yet your tolerance is so low—you really are both a wimp and a party animal~” “Ugh! Ugh ugh!” With her mouth gagged, the girl could only follow the Director’s pace while wagging her little tongue—which was clamped outside her lips—in protest. “I’ve made it through all those tough levels before—I’m definitely not a wimp. It’s you who started playing with my sensitive spots right off the bat and cranked the intensity all the way up. If this were real life, hardly anyone could handle that…” It was true—although the girl’s untrained anus was extremely sensitive, her anal muscles were still quite resilient. However, this dual-anal vibrator featured a special design that… "Ah Next, the demon produced a metal chastity belt equipped with a double-slot device: “Now I’m going to… put this… uh…” “I know, I know. I’ve told you before—just follow the instructions. Don’t ask for my permission at every step, got it? ” The girl’s bondage session was interrupted, and she looked slightly annoyed. “O-okay…” The demon shuddered in fright, hurried forward, and knelt before the girl to fasten the chastity belt. Clearly, the little toy attached to the chastity belt required her panties to be removed in order to be inserted. The demon tremblingly reached toward the zipper of the girl’s skirt, stealing a glance at her expression. Seeing no sign of displeasure, he relaxed slightly and deftly unbuttoning her school skirt and then pulling her black tights halfway down, revealing the white lace-up panties underneath. Although he’d just received the girl’s permission, the Demon was still overcome with fear; the closer he got to her panties, the more violently his hands trembled, and his breathing grew more rapid. “I told you to just do it—what are you afraid of?! If I’d known you’d be so slow, I wouldn’t have tied your upper body so tightly. Even if your hands were shackled, I’d have taken everything off down there by now!” Urged on and reassured by the girl, the demon finally managed to remove her underwear. Pretending not to notice the silver threads clinging to the panties, he aligned the two somewhat menacing-looking toys on the chastity belt with the girl’s slightly damp lower body and gently inserted them. “Mmm❤ Oh❤” As the two prongs entered her, the girl couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, and her breathing grew a bit heavier. Seeing that the girl seemed to be enjoying it, the demon finally relaxed considerably. He skillfully tightened and locked the chastity belt, then set her panties aside for later use, pulling up only her black stockings. Normally, the waistband of black stockings sits slightly higher than the chastity belt, allowing it to be concealed within the stockings. However, this chastity belt sat higher on her waist, extending beyond the waistband of the black stockings, and featured several open metal rings at various points along its front and back—apparently intended for additional restraints later on. The demon then produced a long chain, threaded it through the metal ring at the center of the chastity belt’s lower back, and extended both ends of the chain upward to connect them to the shackles on the girl’s elbows, tightening them as much as possible. thus forming an inverted isosceles triangle with the central metal rod, ensuring the restraints securing her elbows would not slip upward. Finally, the Demon helped the girl put her skirt back on exactly as it had been, carefully smoothing out the pleats, before turning to retrieve the next set of restraints. The next restraint was a set of metal thigh cuffs. This set consisted of three rings, each about a finger’s width wide. The Demon lifted the hem of the girl’s skirt and tightly secured the three sets of shackles around her upper thighs, mid-thighs, and just above her knees. Each set of metal shackles was connected by only a single short ring, leaving virtually no room for movement. This small metal ring was also connected to a chain that extended upward to another set of restraints; the chain attached to the topmost restraint was directly linked by the Demon to the restraint ring on the girl’s chastity panties at her waist, ensuring that the entire set of thigh restraints would not slip down. Having sensed the girl’s masochistic tendencies, the demon had deliberately chosen thigh restraints one size too small. The silver-white rings dug into her thighs, covered in black stockings, causing her flesh to bulge outward; her fair skin shone seductively through the stockings. Clearly, the girl was quite fond of this choice and became even more immersed in the pleasure of being bound. This made the Demon, who was selecting the restraints with his back to her, somewhat curious; he frequently stole glances at her out of the corner of his eye, lost in thought. Just as the girl began to feel that the wait was taking a bit too long, she saw the demon return with the final two sets of restraints. First, he fastened a pair of slightly longer ankle cuffs around her ankles, then used a new chain to connect the ankle cuffs to the link ring on the thigh cuffs above her knees, thus securing her lower body. After all, they would have to escort the restrained subject a long distance, and restraining her calves as well would likely render her completely immobile. The other set of restraints was a black full-face hood. The design of this full-coverage hood closely resembles the double-layered hoods used for suffocation play, with the inner layer covering the face and the outer layer controlling breathing. However, the outer layer of this hood does not fasten with a conventional zipper but rather with a series of restraint straps. The opening is much smaller and positioned near the neck, allowing the restraint straps to be tightened for a dual-purpose suffocation effect. Overall, the airtightness seems slightly inferior to the zipper version, but the sensation of tight restraint and masochism is much stronger. Before putting on the full-face hood, the Demon took the panties he’d set aside earlier, slipped them over a dildo-shaped gag, and then shoved the gag deep into the girl’s mouth. “Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm… mmm-hmm❤” Although it was a bit uncomfortable being thrust so deeply, the girl, lost in pleasure, didn’t find it objectionable; in fact, a faint, delicate moan escaped her throat. Next, the Demon put sound-blocking earplugs in the girl’s ears, and finally secured the hood over her head. This entire setup was sufficient to completely block a normal person’s senses, turning them into a mere piece of meat that could only obey the guidance of the chains. But for the girl, her superhuman hearing could still pick up enough information even when restricted—it was just slightly weaker than usual. Although she could no longer see, as long as only the demons were nearby, she could roughly pinpoint their locations through her perception of demonic energy; thus, the sensory restraints were only 100% effective at silencing her. However, since she could cast spells without incantations and had no need to call for help, these restraints were, for her, nothing more than pure erotic playthings. Finally, the demon used a collar to tighten and secure the girl’s hood. The hood was made of the same material as the finger-restraint gloves from earlier; it resembled an enlarged version of those gloves, with even the straps positioned almost identically. The demon threaded the collar through the second layer of straps at the end of the hood, then connected the extending chain downward to the shackles on the girl’s wrists. The chain continued downward from her wrists, attaching to the chastity belt around her waist. Both chains were tightened to their maximum, completely stripping the girl of her last shred of freedom. She was strictly confined by the chains and shackles in every direction—up, down, left, and right—unable to move even an inch. “Hmm❤… This feeling of restraint is actually pretty nice. Compared to that previous situation where I was bound so tightly with a multitude of restraints that I couldn’t breathe, the restraints used this time are far fewer in number and shorter in length—and there aren’t multiple layers of binding either. Yet breaking free is no easy task; even with my magical girl’s enhanced strength, I can’t break these specially designed restraints. If they’d used more traditional restraints like twine or duct tape, the sensation of being tightly bound would be much stronger, but there might be a risk of accidentally breaking free while I was enjoying the struggle. Plus, being escorted in restraints like this brings an unusual sense of humiliation ❤… It’s really nice… It’s a shame my calves can still move freely—it doesn’t quite count as full-body bondage. Well, after all, these restraints are meant for ordinary girls. Having to walk such a long distance under these circumstances is already tough enough; adding more restraints would be too much…………Uh, why is this guy actually adding more restraints?” The girl felt the demon adding additional restraints to her feet; by the feel of it, they seemed to be the same metal shackles as the ones on her thighs. “Ah, now my calves are completely bound too—I can’t spread them at all… How am I supposed to walk like this? I can’t exactly hop my way through… Plus, there’s this strange, heavy sensation—it feels like something heavy has been attached to the cuffs on my ankles. Something just doesn’t feel right…” After securing the full-head hood on the girl, the demon’s movements suddenly became swift and precise. He quickly produced a spare pair of metal calf cuffs to lock her legs in place, and attached an enormous iron ball to the chain of her ankle cuffs. Before the girl could react, he swiftly tightened all the straps on her full-face hood—designed for suffocation play—to their absolute limit, then dashed off into the depths of the secret passage. Although he was just a low-ranking scout, the organization had repeatedly warned of the magical girls’ terrifying capabilities. Therefore, he had no intention of taking advantage of the situation to molest the tightly bound girl; instead, he used these restraints to buy himself some time to escape. As long as he made it deep into the secret passage, even a magical girl would have a hard time finding him right away without a guide. Amy’s interaction with the system took place while she was in a suspended state, so by the time she came to, the demon was still leading her deeper into the prison. Most of the cells in the prison section were empty, with only a small number housing inmates—all of whom were girls around Amy’s age. These girls were restrained only lightly, with shackles on their hands and ankles, and sat blankly on their cell beds, appearing to be under the influence of brainwashing. The girls in each cell wore identical school uniforms, suggesting that students from the same region were grouped together in a single cell for management. When these girls saw the demon leading the young girl toward them, they simply cowered fearfully in the corner. They didn’t seem to have any intention of helping each other unlock their restraints; after all, they were just ordinary high school girls. Without a key, they had no way of freeing themselves from the shackles, let alone escaping the cell. The demon walked all the way to the cell at the end of the corridor before stopping. He opened the cell door and led the girl inside. Seeing no other demons nearby, he began to help her remove her restraints, just as she had instructed earlier. Since they had now arrived at the demon’s headquarters, the girl could no longer cast magic at will—to avoid detection—so she had no choice but to wait patiently for the demon to free her. “Weak and somewhat labored breathing, interspersed with suppressed gasps… It seems the girl the two demons mentioned earlier—the one who was escorted here in the same manner—is right beside me, and she’s in pretty bad shape.” The demon used the key to unlock the metal restraints on the girl’s body first, so the full-head hood hadn’t been removed yet, but even through the earplugs, the girl could roughly gauge the situation around her. “Phew…” As soon as her hands were free, the girl raised them to free her head. The material of the full-head hood wasn’t as tough as the finger-restraining gloves, so Amy was able to tear the straps of the hood apart with little effort. She looked toward the source of the heavy breathing. Inside the cell was a girl wearing only a sports bra; a tracksuit jacket—clearly the school’s uniform—lay scattered on the floor nearby. Sure enough, this was the girl who had been captured earlier during the escort operation. She was noticeably different from the other captured girls; her restraints were much more severe, and additional training devices had even been used. This girl appeared to be nearly 1.7 meters tall, half a head taller than Amy. A black, full-coverage leather hood enveloped her head completely, leaving only a small opening at the back of her head through which a glossy, smooth black ponytail emerged. A spherical bulge was faintly visible at the mouth area, suggesting she was wearing a gag inside. Her undergarments seemed to be a size too small; her sports bra couldn’t fully conceal her full bust. Her thighs, encased in light gray leggings, were slightly curvy but not at all plump; the faintly visible muscle definition actually gave her a very healthy appearance. Her sneakers had been removed and tossed into the corner; only one foot was clad in a white knee-high sports sock, while the other stood barefoot on the floor. Listening to the somewhat muffled whimpers, it wasn’t hard to guess where the missing sock had gone. The girl was forced to remain bound in a standing position. A chain extended from the ceiling and attached to a collar around her neck; from the collar, another taut chain ran down to restraints on her feet, forcing her to remain bent over and unable to stand up straight. At the same time, her hands were tightly secured inside a single-hand glove behind her back. Although there were no additional restraints securing her arms to her body, a chain extended from the ring at the end of the glove and joined the chain from the ceiling, suspending her hands high behind her back—a position that looked extremely painful. The girl’s legs were restrained by two sets of shackles—one above her knees and one at her ankles—connected by a long metal bar. The bar above her knees was as wide as her shoulders, while the bar at her ankles was twice as long, forcing her to remain in a spread-eagle position, unable to move. Furthermore, a chain connected each of the ankle shackles to the collar around her neck, preventing her from straightening her body or moving her head from side to side. Finally, a short iron chain extended outward from the ankle restraints, connecting to a protruding lock ring on the floor, completely securing the girl’s feet to the ground and eliminating any possibility of escape. In addition to the restraints, two thin pink cords extended from the waistband of her tight pants, connecting to a palm-sized remote control. The remote was secured to her thigh with silver tape, and one could faintly see that the setting had been adjusted to the highest level. For Amy right now, this was merely a warm-up, but for an ordinary girl, it was far too much to handle. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and muffled groans kept escaping from beneath the hood. “My Lady, all your restraints have been removed. Can… can you let me go now?” ” The demon’s voice interrupted the girl’s observations. “Do you really think that’s possible?” Amy sneered, then punched the low-level demon, reducing him to a cloud of black smoke. It wasn’t that she was going back on her word; it was mainly that letting this guy escape to tip off his allies would clearly cause her a lot of trouble. Besides, these demons were all scoundrels who’d committed every kind of evil deed; she felt no moral qualms about deceiving them. Meanwhile, the hooded girl’s stamina seemed to have reached its limit. Her legs gave way, and she shifted her entire weight onto the chains attached to the ceiling. Because the extra straps on her head were tied in such a tangled mess, one or two of them had wrapped around the chain, causing the full-head hood to tighten even further and completely block her airways. “Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” Realizing she couldn’t breathe, the girl let out terrified cries for help, and her bound body began twisting and struggling frantically. Amy, who had just finished off that minor demon, hurried over to help her remove the hood. “Wow… that demon captain was way too harsh. He actually tied it that tight… Even without that accident just now, treating an ordinary girl like this is way too much. If I hadn’t been here, she would’ve been suffocated to death…” The extra restraint straps were tangled haphazardly around the girl’s head, and after fumbling around the full-head hood for a while, Amy still couldn’t find the outermost buckle. “Don’t be afraid—I’m here to save you.” ” Trapped inside the full-head hood, the girl could only hear faint sounds of a struggle and vague snatches of conversation; she couldn’t clearly tell what was happening outside. So when she sensed someone approaching, she grew somewhat panicked, though she calmed down slightly under Amy’s gentle touch and soothing words. “I’ll just have to use brute force. Breaking the outer straps won’t hurt her.” Sensing the girl’s condition deteriorating, Amy decided to forcibly cut through the hood’s straps and the leather collar. Without the support of the chains attached to the ceiling, the girl instantly lost her balance and, still bent over as before, stumbled forward. Amy quickly reached out to support her upper body and, taking advantage of the moment, pulled off the now-loose restraint hood. “Hey… isn’t this Mina, the upperclassman who went missing a couple of days ago?” ” The immersion enhancement mode she’d just activated was quietly taking effect, and information about this girl naturally popped into Amy’s mind—a senior who lived near her home and currently served as the president of the judo club.