Bitch Detective

Suna shrugged, "You can choose not to believe me and never find the headquarters. Or..." she suddenly pointed at the surveillance screen, "you can pretend to collapse from exhaustion in front of the camera, and I'll 'subdue' you." Ke Qing pulled a small vial from her pocket, "Neurotoxin. No antidote in seven days, and you'll die." Suna took the bottle without hesitation and downed it in one gulp. This action made Ke Qing relax her guard slightly. "Now, lie down," Suna commanded. "Pretend you've collapsed from exhaustion after a fight." Ke Qing complied, lying on the cold concrete floor. She heard Suna walk towards the locker, followed by the rustling of metal and leather. "First, the straitjacket," Suna's voice came from above. Ke Qing felt heavy leather pressing down on her, Suna's movements disturbingly practiced. The straitjacket enveloped her body like a second skin, straps tightening one by one, from her shoulders to her ankles, every inch securely bound. "Still breathing okay?" Suna asked, her fingers tracing Ke Qing's ribs. Ke Qing tried to take a deep breath, the leather creaking softly. "It's fine." But her arms were completely immobilized behind her, only her fingers able to move slightly. "Next, the blindfold," Suna's voice suddenly turned excited. "A 'bitch' doesn't need to see." Ke Qing frowned, displeased. "Are you getting too into character? I warn you, you'll be the one dying a very painful death after the poison takes effect." Suna shrugged. "I'm just getting into character. You don't want us to seem out of place, do you?" Ke Qing shot Suna a fierce glare, then closed her eyes and remained silent. Suna then placed the blindfold on Ke Qing. Darkness descended. Ke Qing's world was reduced to the smell of leather and Suna's breathing. She felt a surge of panic but forced herself to calm down. "Now for the gag..." Suna's voice suddenly changed, carrying a hint of excitement Ke Qing hadn't noticed before. "This is a bit tight, it's a harness style..." The silicone touched Ke Qing's lips, and she instinctively opened her mouth, allowing Suna to insert the gag. The straps wrapped around the back of her head, securing it tightly, leaving her only able to emit muffled whimpers. The silicone ball pressed against her tongue. Saliva began to flow uncontrollably. "So beautiful," Suna murmured, her fingers tracing Ke Qing's forced-open lips. "Next, the collar." A heavy metal ring was fastened around Ke Qing's neck, the click of the lock sounding like a pronouncement. The padding on the inside of the collar couldn't completely alleviate the pressure on her trachea. "This will hurt a bit," Suna's warning came too late. Sharp pain shot through Ke Qing's chest, and she let out a muffled groan behind the gag. Metal clips bit into her nipples, and the attached bells jingled with her tremors. Ke Qing struggled violently, her muffled protests filling the air. "There, there, the pain is only temporary. You might even start to like it once you get used to it. You'll be wearing these things every day at headquarters," Suna's voice held a hint of amusement. "It's all for your plan." Ke Qing could barely maintain her balance. When Suna forced her into the agonizingly high heels, she had to lean against the wall to stand. "Perfect," Suna patted Ke Qing's cheek. "Now, we're ready to go." Ke Qing was led forward, stumbling. The heels made it almost impossible to walk normally, and the straitjacket and blindfold robbed her of her balance. She was completely reliant on Suna's guidance, a helplessness that made her heart race. The rain outside had stopped. Ke Qing heard the sliding sound of a van door, then she was pushed forward. "The van has been modified, no back seats," Suna explained, her fingers tracing Ke Qing's back. "Only a special restraint frame, specifically for transporting 'bitches'." Ke Qing felt a wave of dread. She began to struggle, but the straitjacket and the single glove made her almost immobile. Suna chuckled softly, her fingers suddenly probing Ke Qing's rear, making her entire body stiffen. "Relax, darling," Suna's voice was sickeningly sweet. "This is part of the restraint frame." Ke Qing felt a surge of fear. She was guided into the van, the smell of leather and metal assaulting her senses. "Legs spread," Suna commanded. Ke Qing complied, immediately feeling cold metal press against the inside of her thighs. Suna guided her body down into a kneeling position, and then, the most terrifying thing happened – a metal pillar, clearly designed for [X_X], pressed against her anus. "Relax," Suna whispered in her ear, "or it will hurt more." As she spoke, she forcefully pressed down on Ke Qing's shoulders. Ke Qing let out a scream after the gag, but the metal pillar still relentlessly invaded her body. The pain and humiliation made her vision go black. Once the pillar was fully [X_X], various straps and buckles tightened all over her body, securing her firmly to the restraint frame. The sound of the car door closing was like the lid of a coffin being shut. The engine started, and the vehicle began to move. Every bump caused the metal pillar to shift inside Ke Qing, bringing new pain and humiliation. The nipple clamps swayed gently with the car's movement, delivering a constant sting and stimulation. "We'll be at headquarters in two hours," Suna's voice came from the driver's seat. "For these two hours, you can get acquainted with this feeling. They'll definitely like the high-quality merchandise I've brought." Ke Qing trembled in the darkness. She began to suspect she had made a fatal mistake. This girl, who appeared to be a victim, had too many things hidden in the depths of her eyes that Ke Qing couldn't comprehend. The vehicle bumped again, and Ke Qing's body swayed with the restraint frame. She involuntarily let out whimpering moans. In this dark cage, private investigator Ke Qing finally understood the terror experienced by those victims. And all of this was just the beginning. The metallic click of a buckle snapping open jolted Ke Qing from her stupor. She vaguely realized she was no longer in the car; the engine's hum was gone, replaced by the echo of her own ragged breaths in the confined space. "We're here, bitch," Suna's voice purred, accompanied by the sharp click of heels on the floor. She felt Suna's fingers trace the back of her neck, undoing the clasp at the top of the restraint harness. The collar suddenly lost its support, her head involuntarily dropping forward. "No rush, we'll take our time," Suna's nails scraped across Ke Qing's sweat-slicked back. "Let's get this out first." The metal cylinder in her rear began to rotate, its threads grinding against sensitive inner walls. Ke Qing whimpered around the gag, her thigh muscles spasming from holding the fixed position for so long. As the cylinder fully withdrew, a fluid mixed with lubricant streamed down her inner thighs, dripping onto the floor of the compartment with a soft *tap*. "So dirty," Suna kicked Ke Qing's trembling knee with the tip of her shoe. "Looks like the detective enjoyed that." The nipple clamps were removed one by one. Ke Qing's nipples were already swollen and bruised, turning a deep purple, and they involuntarily hardened and ached in the open air. She tried to curl into a ball, but the corset's frame still held her torso firmly in place. Suna began to unbuckle the straps of the corset. With each release, Ke Qing's compressed muscles felt a sliver of relief. When the last shoulder strap was undone, her unsupported upper body lurched forward, only to be roughly yanked upright by Suna, who held the leash. "Stand straight!" A slap landed across Ke Qing's face, making her ears ring. "A bitch should act like a bitch." Ke Qing's feet were finally freed from the 12-centimeter heels. The moment her soles touched the ground, her long-forced arches screamed with a tearing pain. She stumbled forward, but Suna seized the opportunity, pressing down on her shoulders and forcing her to her knees. When the blindfold was removed, Ke Qing found herself in a circular training room. The walls were adorned with various implements of torture and restraint devices. In the center of the room was a platform, to which her restraint harness was bolted. "Headquarters doesn't trust us," Suna whispered into Ke Qing's ear. "You need to be trained into a proper bitch before they'll let us into the inner circle." Ke Qing's gag was removed, and she immediately warned in a low voice, "Don't forget the poison in you." Suna offered an innocent smile. "Only four days. Four days to train you into the bitch they want, and we'll pass the test." She leaned closer to Ke Qing's ear, her breath fanning across the sensitive lobe. "But it will require your... cooperation." Ke Qing weighed the pros and cons. To rescue those girls, she had to walk into the lion's den. And Suna's life was in her hands; theoretically, she shouldn't betray her. "Fine," Ke Qing finally agreed, her voice hoarse. Suna's smile was triumphant. "Smart choice." She clapped her hands. "First, you need a bath. All the bitches here must be kept clean." The encounter in the bathroom was something Ke Qing wished to forget. Suna personally washed every inch of her skin, her technique disturbingly professional. When Ke Qing was told to put on the sheer black bodysuit, she almost resisted—the garment was almost transparent, exposing every curve of her body. "Don't look at me like that," Suna adjusted a wrinkle on Ke Qing. "Those are the rules here." She loosely tied Ke Qing's wrists and ankles with a few red cords. "Rest well tonight. We start the formal training tomorrow." Ke Qing was left alone in the training room. She lay on the mat, contemplating the flaws in her plan. Suna's behavior was too erratic, but the poison should ensure her loyalty... right? Lost in thought, she drifted off to sleep... "Stand up straight." Suna slapped her hip. Ke Qing trembled as she stood, the constriction of the latex suit making her breath quicken. Suna moved behind her, unzipping the top half of the suit. "Arms." Ke Qing obediently slid her arms into the latex sleeves. The material made every movement incredibly difficult, as if bound by an invisible force. Once the suit was fully on, Suna began to zip it up the back. "Breathe in." Suna commanded. Ke Qing took a deep breath, immediately feeling the pressure as the zipper was pulled all the way down. The latex suit tightened instantly, encasing her from neck to ankle. Breathing became difficult, each inhale met with the suit's pressure against her chest. "Turn around, let me see." Suna stepped back, appraising her work. Ke Qing turned slowly, the suit's restriction making her movements both incredibly graceful and 섹시. The latex gleamed seductively under the light, outlining her every curve. Most shamefully, the suit featured a special design at the crotch – a cleverly placed opening. "Perfect." Suna's finger traced the opening. "Now, time to put this back where it belongs." She picked up the tail she had removed earlier and, under Ke Qing's terrified gaze, applied some lubricant. "Ass up." Suna slapped Ke Qing's hip. "A bitch should act like a bitch." Ke Qing bit her lip and obediently knelt, presenting her rear. She could feel Suna's fingers swirling at the entrance before suddenly— "Ah!" Ke Qing cried out as the tail was reinserted. Suna adjusted the angle of the tail, ensuring it was fixed in the optimal position. "Now you're complete, my little latex bitch." Ke Qing trembled under the suit's embrace, the presence of the tail more intense than before. She could feel it twitching with every breath, the sensation of being constantly filled by a foreign object filling her with both shame and excitement. "Mmm... so tight..." she couldn't help but moan softly. (Can't breathe...) (But... it feels so good...) Suna sneered, her fingers gripping Ke Qing's chin, forcing her to look up. Suna looked at her bound form with satisfaction, her finger lightly tracing her collarbone. "The first lesson for a latex bitch: your body no longer belongs to you." Ke Qing's breathing grew ragged, the suit's constriction making each inhale a struggle. The movement of her chest was limited, forcing her to gasp for small breaths. (Am I... really becoming hers?) (No... I'm doing this for the mission...) (But... why am I anticipating more?) Suna moved behind her, then produced a chastity belt and began to wrap it around her, starting from her shoulders, coiling it tightly. "Click—" The buckle snapped shut. Ke Qing's body was instantly locked into an even more humiliating position – her hands forced behind her back, shoulders pulled taut, chest pushed forward, waist deeply caved, and hips arched high. The tail swayed gently with her trembling. "A bitch should act like a bitch." Suna sneered, then produced a single glove and shoved Ke Qing's hands into it. "Mmm...!" Ke Qing's hands were bound together, completely immobilized, only able to curl uselessly within the glove. (Can't move...) (Completely... at her mercy...) (I am... her bitch... ) (I can never... escape... ) Seeing Ke Qing's state, Su Na's lips curved into a satisfied arc. She then clapped her hands, and two masked assistants entered the training room. They installed a thick, realistic dildo on the wall. It was entirely black, its surface covered in intricate textures, and its base was connected to precise sensors and a water reservoir. Ke Qing was forced to kneel before it, her body trembling slightly within the latex suit. "From today on, this will be your water bottle," Su Na said, gripping Ke Qing's hair and forcing her head back to look at the monstrous object. "If you serve well, it will grant you water." She then removed Ke Qing's gag. Ke Qing's throat tightened, shame burning her entire face. (She wants me... to use my mouth...?) (No... this is too...) Su Na sneered, her fingers digging into Ke Qing's chin. "What? Miss Noble Detective, do you need me to teach you how to drink water?" She shoved Ke Qing's face towards the object. "Lick." Ke Qing's eyelashes trembled violently, her lips brushing against the cold surface. (I can't... I can't do it...) (But... I'm so thirsty...) She tremblingly extended her tongue, lightly touching the tip. "Slap!" Su Na smacked her on the ass. "Is this how a bitch drinks water?!" she barked, "Take it in your mouth, suck hard!" Ke Qing shuddered and finally submitted. She slowly opened her mouth, taking the object in. (Mmmph... it's so big... so deep...) (My throat... feels like it's being pierced...) Instinctively, she contracted her mouth, her tongue tracing the textures, mimicking swallowing. The sensors on the wall lit up with a blue light, analyzing her technique. "Mmm... mmmph..." Tears welled up in Ke Qing's eyes, her vision blurring as shame and lack of oxygen made her dizzy. Suddenly— "Pfft!" Ke Qing's eyes were blinded by the harsh light, and the gag only allowed her to emit muffled whimpers. She felt Number 002 unfastening the restraints on her wrists, but the movements were rougher than usual. "Time's up, bitches," Number 002's voice held a dangerous pleasure. When the blindfold was removed, Ke Qing blinked her sore eyes. The sight before her froze her blood – Su Na was still firmly secured to the rack, and Number 002, far from releasing her, was adding more restraints. "What are you doing?" Ke Qing rasped, saliva dripping from the edge of the gag, "Let my Master go!" Number 002 suddenly burst into laughter, a sound that made the hairs on Ke Qing's nape stand on end. She slowly removed her mask, revealing a face Ke Qing had never seen before – sharp eyebrows, lips thin as a blade, and a thin scar beneath her left eye. "Cute little bitch," Number 002 lifted Ke Qing's chin with the tip of her boot, "Did you think your 'Master' was really in control of everything?" She walked towards the struggling Su Na, her fingers tracing the other woman's sweaty cheek. "Our Number 001 has a fatal weakness – she enjoys being restrained too much." Her fingers suddenly clamped around Su Na's throat. "Since you like being a bitch so much, you can be one forever. I imagine you're looking forward to it right now, aren't you, our esteemed Number 001?" Su Na's pupils contracted violently, and muffled protests emanated from her gagged mouth. Ke Qing couldn't believe her eyes – Su Na, always so composed, now showed a flicker of fear in her eyes. Number 002 pressed a hidden button on the wall, and two metal collars descended from the ceiling. The inner sides of the collars were studded with tiny electrodes, glinting coldly under the light. "Special gift," Number 002 fastened the collars around Su Na's and Ke Qing's necks. "Sensory synchronization devices. They'll allow you to share every moment of pleasure... and pain." The instant the collars closed, Ke Qing felt an electric shock surge from her spine to her brain. Her vision split – she simultaneously saw herself bound to the chair and Su Na restrained on the rack. (What is this?!) Worse still, when Number 002 whipped Su Na's inner thigh, Ke Qing's own leg burned with a searing pain. She screamed, only to find Su Na's body tensing at the same moment. "Good reaction," Number 002 nodded with satisfaction. "Now, let's test the collars." The crack of the whip made Ke Qing tremble. The first lash landed on Su Na's back, and Ke Qing immediately felt her own back burning as if branded by a hot iron. Su Na's scream, transmitted directly into Ke Qing's brain through the collar, was clearer than any sound. "Please... stop..." Ke Qing cried, but Number 002 merely sneered. "Stop?" She yanked Su Na's hair, forcing her to look at Ke Qing. "Your little pet is begging for you, Number 001." Su Na's eyes were glazed, but when she saw Ke Qing, her pupils contracted slightly. Ke Qing understood that look – it was something she had never seen in Su Na's eyes before... apology? Number 002 suddenly changed tactics. She put down the whip and picked up a soft brush, gently stroking Su Na's soles. "Ah!" Ke Qing arched her back uncontrollably, an unbearable itch surging from her feet to her brain. The sensation from Su Na's side was even more intense – the restrained body trembled violently, and the bells on the nipple clamps rang madly. "Look at you two," Number 002's voice dripped with cruel pleasure. "Even your sensations are synchronized. A perfect creation." She suddenly released Su Na from the rack and threw her roughly to the ground. Su Na went limp like a broken puppet, but Number 002 used the tip of her boot to flip her over, forcing her into a kneeling, prone position. "Lick it clean," Number 002 placed her boot in front of Su Na's face, the leather coated in dust and sweat. Suddenly! Soft, lace-trimmed fabric descended without warning, plunging the world before her eyes into a hazy blur. "Mmph!" Ke Qing instinctively raised a hand to pull it off, but it was held down by a soft yet unyielding grip. "Stop messing around, Nana," Ke Qing's voice held a hint of exasperation at the interruption and a touch of indulgence. She didn't even try to remove the blindfold, merely shaking her head. "I'm almost done analyzing. Once I find that private doctor..." Before she could finish, a gag was forcefully shoved into her slightly parted lips, leather straps quickly wrapping around the back of her head, clicking shut with a "snap." "Mmmph...!" Ke Qing could only emit muffled protests. "Heh..." Su Na's voice, laced with laughter, lazy yet dangerous, brushed against her earlobe, her warm breath fanning her sensitive skin. "It's already so late, my great detective..." Her cool fingers traced the corners of Ke Qing's mouth, stretched open by the gag, with a mischievous delight. "Even if you crack the case right now, won't you have to wait until sunrise to catch anyone?" Su Na moved to stand before Ke Qing, looking down at her lover, who was blindfolded, gagged, and appeared somewhat lost and vulnerable. She raised a finger, gently lifting Ke Qing's chin. "Work and rest should be balanced... Now, it's time to relax." Ke Qing shook her head helplessly, letting out a series of unintelligible whimpers, but her tensed shoulders slowly began to relax. It was an almost instinctive submission to Su Na. She knew struggling was futile, or rather... deep down, her nerves, frayed by intense work, actually craved this familiar "relaxation" that allowed her to completely let go. Su Na smiled with satisfaction. She produced a pair of gleaming metal handcuffs and skillfully bound Ke Qing's hands behind her back, locking them with a "click." Then came the sensory synchronization collar, its cool metal buckle securely fastened around her neck, tightening slightly, bringing a familiar sense of restraint. Su Na picked up the leash attached to the collar and gave a gentle tug. "Get up, my little bitch," her voice was commanding, yet held a trace of tenderness. Ke Qing obediently rose, pulled by the leash. Darkness had stolen her sight, the gag her voice, but her other senses, amplified by the collar's connection, became sharper. She could smell Su Na's faint scent of shower gel mixed with arousal, feel the subtle pull of the leash, hear the crisp "click, click" of Su Na's heels on the floor, guiding her towards the specially modified room in the villa. The door creaked open, and an ambiguous atmosphere wafted out. This was their dungeon. Not large, but the four walls were covered in soft, dark leather, excellent for soundproofing. In the center stood a cold, gleaming metal restraint frame. Su Na led Ke Qing to the restraint frame, gently pressing on her shoulders. Ke Qing obediently bent her knees, kneeling on the cold metal base. Su Na's movements became exceptionally meticulous and ritualistic. She removed Ke Qing's slippers and guided her feet onto specially designed pedals on either side of the frame, cold metal cuffs rising to lock with a "click." Then came her knees, her waist, and finally, the metal ring at the top of the frame that secured her neck. Each restraint locked into place brought a heavy sense of security and complete surrender. As the final neck ring closed, fixing Ke Qing's posture into a standard, humiliating yet devoted pose, she let out a muffled whimper, a sigh or a sound of satisfaction. The day's tension, in this familiar confinement, strangely loosened. Work, cases, those complex clues... all were temporarily shut out beyond this soft cage. Su Na stepped back, admiring her masterpiece. Under the dim yellow light, Ke Qing, blindfolded, gagged, her body firmly secured by the cold metal restraint frame, the straps on her neck and limbs outlining lines of both power and vulnerability. She was like a meticulously arranged offering, quietly awaiting her master's pleasure. Su Na's fingertips, trembling slightly with excitement, slowly traced the lines of Ke Qing's bound arms, finally resting on her lips, forced slightly apart by the gag. "The game begins, my little bitch," Su Na's voice was low and husky, filled with absolute control and thick desire. "Tonight... forget all about cases. Just feel me." Su Na's fingers slowly slid down Ke Qing's bound arms, her fingertips lightly brushing against her taut skin, feeling the subtle shivers. Ke Qing's breathing grew rapid, her chest rising and falling with each inhale. "Tonight, I won't touch you," Suna's voice dripped with a wicked smile. "At least... not directly." Ke Qing's breath hitched, a confused whimper escaping her throat. "Now..." Suna's fingers lightly toyed with Ke Qing's exposed, pearly white skin. Her fingertips brushed, almost imperceptibly, against the sensitive peak. "Let's try... stimulation." She reached out and retrieved a pair of nipple clamps from a nearby shelf. They were small, metallic clips, lined with soft silicone pads on the inside, but their grip was not to be underestimated. "Don't be scared..." Suna's voice was soothing, yet couldn't quite mask her excitement. "I'll be... gentle." She slowly undressed, revealing her own large, firm breasts. Without hesitation, she precisely clamped the metal clips onto them. "Ah—!" Ke Qing's scream was muffled by the gag, turning into a choked sob. A sharp, intense pain exploded from her chest, instantly spreading throughout her entire body. "Mmm...!" Suna's breathing grew ragged. Her fingers instinctively dug into Ke Qing's shoulders, her body swaying slightly. "Does it hurt?" Suna's voice trembled slightly, yet was filled with pleasure. "It hurts... me too..." She reached out and gently tugged on one of the nipple clamps, arching her back and letting out a low moan. "Wooo—!" Ke Qing's body convulsed violently, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "But pain... can also become pleasure..." Suna panted, her fingers sliding to the other side, and she unhesitatingly attached the second nipple clamp. Ke Qing's vision swam, the intense stimulation rendering her mind blank. She could feel Suna's breath, Suna's heartbeat, the rising heat within Suna—they shared the same pain, the same thrill, the same twisted pleasure. Suna stepped back, admiring her handiwork, the nipple clamps swaying gently with her breaths. Ke Qing was securely bound to the metal rack, her body trembling from the stimulation. "Now..." Suna's voice held a dangerous edge. "It's time to try... a deeper connection." She reached out and took a long, slender black strap from the rack. One end of the strap was attached to an exquisite metal plug. Ke Qing's body tensed instinctively at the sound of metal clinking. "Don't be nervous..." Suna chuckled, parting her own buttocks and tracing her waistline with her fingers, finally stopping at her ass crack. The metal plug was precisely positioned at the entrance of Suna's rear. "Wooo—!" Ke Qing's body jolted, feeling a hint of coldness transmitted from Suna. A terrified whimper escaped her throat. "Relax..." Suna's voice was an undeniable command. "Or... it will hurt more." Ke Qing's breathing grew shallow, but she couldn't resist. The metal plug slowly advanced into Suna's body, the cold sensation making her tremble all over. "Mmm...!" Suna's breathing became erratic. Her fingers gripped Ke Qing's shoulders tightly, her body swaying. She could clearly feel the sensation of an intrusion. As the metal plug fully entered, both of them let out a shuddering gasp simultaneously. "Do you feel it?" Suna's voice was laced with a husky pleasure. "We... are completely connected now." She gently tugged on the strap, the metal plug shifting slightly inside. "Wooo—!" Ke Qing's body arched sharply, tears finally spilling from her eyes. Suna, in sync, bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushing red. "Every time... I move it..." Suna panted, her fingers slowly tightening on the strap. "You will... feel me." The strap was yanked hard! "Ah—!" Ke Qing's scream was muffled by the gag, turning into a choked sob. The sensation of the metal plug grinding inside her was almost unbearable. "Haaah...!" Suna's legs felt weak. She had to brace herself against Ke Qing's shoulders to stay standing. She could clearly feel the tightness and heat within Ke Qing. "Now..." Suna's voice was exceptionally excited. "Let's... enjoy this together." Not ordinary high heels, but a pair of ballet stilettos, with a rigid pointed toe design and extremely high heels, forcing the wearer's instep to be perfectly straight. Suna's smile faltered, a flicker of confusion and hesitation in her eyes: "...These? Aren't they a bit too..." "Don't move." Ke Qing's voice was irrefutable. She crouched down, grasped Suna's ankle, and forcefully shoved the soft, pale foot into the shoe, carefully tying the ribbons. A sharp, constricting sensation immediately followed, and Suna gasped softly in pain, her toes forced to curl in the cramped space. With both feet encased, Suna could barely stand. Ke Qing supported her, allowing her to precariously balance on her tiptoes. The intense pain and extreme insecurity made Suna's body tremble slightly. Finally, a soft lace blindfold was placed over Suna's eyes, leaving only a hazy sense of light and blurred outlines. "Are we... not playing here?" Suna's voice carried a tremor of uncertainty. Half-supported, half-carried by Ke Qing, she shuffled forward with her straightened feet, each contact of the ballet shoe's pointed toe with the ground sending a piercing pain. Ke Qing chuckled, a hint of mischievous triumph in her voice: "Today, we're playing something exciting. I'll show you a new game." She attached the leash to Suna's collar and, holding it, led her step by agonizing step, extremely slowly, out of the bedroom. With every movement, Suna felt like she was dancing on knives. The sense of control from the collar and restraints intertwined with the agony of the ballet shoes, making her breath catch. She was entirely dependent on Ke Qing's lead, completely unaware of where she was being taken. Until Ke Qing stopped. Through the gaps in the blindfold, Suna vaguely saw a silhouette that filled her with dread—it was the treadmill in the corner of the gym! "No... I don't want to!" Suna instantly understood Ke Qing's intention and recoiled in terror, but her ankle cuffs and ballet shoes restricted her, nearly causing her to fall. "Ke Qing! Let me go! I don't want to run! You can't do this!" Ke Qing yanked her back with a rough motion. She produced a black gag and, ignoring Suna's shaking protests, forcefully shoved it into her mouth. The straps tightened, muffling all pleas and curses, leaving only desperate whimpers. Then, Ke Qing attached the leash from Suna's collar to the treadmill's safety clip. "Mmph! Mmph!" Suna shook her head frantically, struggling backward with all her might, even managing to pull the safety clip free a few times with brute force. Ke Qing's eyes turned cold. She stopped talking and retrieved a long, slender black whip from the wall. "Crack!" A sharp whip crack landed on Suna's thigh, not lightly, immediately leaving a faint red mark. "Mmmph—!" Suna flinched violently from the pain, her struggles instantly ceasing. The pain clearly conveyed Ke Qing's cold, resolute emotion, devoid of any jest. "Get on," Ke Qing's voice was icy, the tip of the whip pointed menacingly at the treadmill belt. Under the threat of the whip, Suna finally succumbed. Tears welling in her eyes, she painstakingly, unsteadily, placed her feet, tormented by the ballet shoes, onto the slowly moving belt. Each contact made her gasp in pain. Ke Qing set the speed very low, almost a crawl. "Walk!" she commanded, simultaneously cracking the whip on Suna's buttocks, "Move!" Suna was forced to comply. The pointed toe design of the ballet shoes made normal strides impossible, forcing her to move in awkward, tiny steps to keep pace with the belt. Her body weight pressed down on the deformed toes, the pain piercing. Sweat quickly soaked her back, her breathing growing heavy. Tears and saliva dripped down her face. "Look at you, you fat pig!" Ke Qing's voice dripped with merciless mockery as another lash landed on the soft flesh of Suna's thigh, which had grown particularly soft from lack of exercise. "Still not losing weight seriously! Do you really want to be a sow that only knows how to eat?!" "Mmm..." Suna cried out in misery, unable to retort. Watching Suna's pained, clumsy movements, a flicker of complex tenderness crossed Ke Qing's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a firmer resolve. She slowly began to increase the treadmill's speed.

The villa. Suna was roughly flipped over, her hands bound behind her back, and red ropes wrapped around her with astonishing speed. 002's technique was as practiced as ever. First, the Turtle Shell binding on her chest. The ropes threaded through her collarbones, crossing and tightening in the cleavage, squeezing Suna's already ample breasts even fuller. Her nipples, deprived of blood flow, quickly became engorged and erect. The knots were deliberately tied at the edge of her sensitive areolas, each breath driving the ropes deeper into the soft flesh. Next, her hands were bound behind her back to their limit, almost causing a faint "crack" from her shoulder joints. Her waist was secured by multiple horizontal ropes, forcing her back to arch deeply, her buttocks thrust high. Her legs were forcibly spread apart, knees bent, and thighs secured to the bedposts with several loops of rope, leaving her legs in an M-shaped opening. The ropes were intentionally threaded past her labia, digging into the flesh, each slight struggle causing the knots to rub against her most sensitive areas. Finally, a gag and a black blindfold. The gag was an extra-large silicone ball, forcibly stretching Suna's mouth open. Her tongue was completely immobilized, saliva uncontrollably spilling from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and into the compressed, deformed cleavage. The blindfold obscured her vision, leaving only absolute darkness. 002 sat in the center of the bed and pulled Suna onto her lap, holding her like a large doll. Her left arm encircled Suna's waist, while her right hand held a thin, sharp dagger, the tip pressed against Suna's slender white neck. And the most humiliating part was the dildo between 002's legs—the very one Ke Qing usually used to "punish" Suna. It was thick, with a slight upward curve, and was already deeply buried in Suna's wet cunt. Suna's body trembled violently from the foreign invasion, and whimpers continuously escaped from behind the gag. The bedroom door was suddenly kicked open. "Don't move!" Ke Qing burst in, gun raised, the dark muzzle aimed directly at the two on the bed. The scene under the light made her breath catch. Suna was bound in a lewd pose, red ropes crisscrossing her body like a meticulously wrapped gift. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyelashes beneath the blindfold trembled violently, and saliva stretched into long, silken threads from the corners of her mouth. 002 was completely hidden behind Suna, revealing only a cold face. The dagger tip had already broken the skin on Suna's neck, and a drop of bright red blood slowly trickled down. The corners of 002's mouth curled into a cruel smile. "Quite quick on the uptake, aren't we, Agent 002... oh no, should I call you 'Detective Ke Qing' now?" The muzzle of Ke Qing's gun trembled slightly. "Let her go." 002's chin rested on Suna's shoulder, her voice laced with bone-deep hatred. "You two seem to be enjoying your little world together... even the ruthless Agent 001 has gotten so fat." Her free hand reached for Suna's waist and fiercely pinched a roll of flesh. "Tsk tsk, feels quite good, doesn't it? Kept nice and plump... are you so sore from being fucked by me every day that you can barely get out of bed?"

002's hands kneaded Suna's breasts, her fingertips maliciously twisting her nipples. "Lift your head!" she commanded Ke Qing, "Watch your own mistress get fucked, is it exciting?" Pleasure surged through the collar into Ke Qing's brain. She could clearly feel the fullness within Suna, the friction, the humiliation of being shamed, and... the uncontrollable pleasure that betrayed her reason. Ke Qing lowered her head, biting her lower lip until it bled. "Oh my, how can someone get aroused just by watching?" 002 laughed mockingly. "Your pussy is already wet... such a slutty bitch. Your mistress's taste—is it very juicy?" She extended her tongue, slowly licking the bloodstains from Suna's face, her movements full of provocation. Ke Qing's legs began to rub together uncontrollably, her lower abdomen tightening in waves, and a clear liquid slid down her inner thighs. 002 casually tossed out a pair of handcuffs and leg cuffs. "Put them on yourself." Ke Qing trembled as she fastened the handcuffs around her wrists and the leg cuffs around her ankles, the cold touch of metal sending a shiver through her. 002 looked down at Ke Qing, who was kneeling on the ground, her voice low and venomous: "Look at this slutty state you're in now... Where's the female detective who stormed the warehouse with a gun and killed five of my subordinates back then? What? After being fucked by a bitch for a few months, even your bones have gone soft?" She thrust her hips forcefully, making Suna let out a muffled groan. "Or... do you actually like being fucked now? Hmm? Watching your 'mistress' writhe beneath me, is your little pussy itching uncontrollably?" Ke Qing's breathing grew heavier, the pleasure from the collar washing over her reason like an electric current. 002 continued her humiliation, her voice like a viper's hiss: "You thought locking me in prison would be the end? You thought by taking everything from me, you could happily play your perverted games? Wrong! I will make you understand... you can never escape the circle I've drawn for you." She suddenly grabbed Suna's hair, forcing her to lift her head towards Ke Qing. "Tell your little bitch... how good it feels right now. Tell her... you actually enjoy being fucked by me, don't you?" Suna whimpered and shook her head, but her choked moans escaped due to the thrusting within her. 002 smiled with satisfaction. "Hear that? She didn't deny it~" She looked at Ke Qing, her eyes filled with cruel delight. "Ke Qing... you must want to kill me right now, right? But you don't dare. You're afraid that if you pull the trigger, your mistress will die with me. You're afraid she'll die in front of you, afraid you'll never hear her call you 'little bitch' again." "So you can only kneel here, watching her get fucked by me, watching her climax, watching her cry beneath me... And you? You can only wet your pants, bite your lip, and rub your legs..."

Suna knelt between Ke Qing's legs, like a sex toy carelessly placed by her owner. She was clad only in a slick black latex catsuit, the zipper pulled down only to the cleavage, her ample breasts squeezed to the point of overflowing. Her hands were bound behind her back to the extreme with single cuffs, her shoulders pulled back taut. Silver nipple clamps adorned her nipples, a thin chain threaded through them, looped around Ke Qing's chair leg, and secured to a metal ring on the floor. Any struggle from Suna would cause the clamps to pull painfully. Her waist was tightly bound with a red rope, the other end firmly tied to the base crossbar of Ke Qing's office chair, forcing her entire upper body to press against Ke Qing's thighs, unable to retreat an inch. Her knees were spread apart as she knelt, her ankles shackled to metal feet on the rear legs of the office chair with short chains. The chains were just long enough to force her knees into a maximum spread, preventing her from bringing them together. The red rope was threaded around her inner thighs, with knots deliberately tied on either side of her labia. With every breath, the knots gently chafed her swollen clitoris. In Suna's mouth was the "special gag" Ke Qing had chosen the previous night – a black stocking, stained with their mingled bodily fluids, rolled into a damp ball and stuffed full, leaving only a tiny corner of fabric visible. Her tongue could barely extend, slowly and devoutly licking the smooth inner thigh of Ke Qing, from her knee upwards, lapping up every drop of sweat, every trace left from the night before. "Mmmph... Nngh..." Suna's breath puffed against Ke Qing's groin, her wet, warm tongue repeatedly sweeping over the sensitive skin, making faint, sticky slurping sounds. Ke Qing had removed her blindfold, but tear tracks from last night's climax still lingered at the corners of her eyes. The nipple clamps tugged with every downward lick, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through her. Ke Qing's breathing hitched slightly, but she didn't look down. Her left hand casually dropped beneath the desk, gently pressing the back of Suna's head. Her fingertips dug into Suna's sweat-dampened hair, as if encouraging a pet that had been exceptionally obedient. "Hm?" Ke Qing's voice was calm as she continued typing, her eyes fixed on the screen. "This account... there are two unexplained transfers..." Suna whimpered in response, thrusting her tongue deeper into Ke Qing's inner thigh with renewed vigor. Her nipples under the latex were red and swollen from the tugging, her clitoris already slick from the friction of the knots. Yet, she could only continue her "work" in this state of being fixed, bound, and used at her owner's whim. Meanwhile, in the training area in the corner of the office. Su Rou was engaged in her bondage combat training. She was completely encased in a black latex bodysuit, the zipper pulled down only to below her navel, exposing nipples held by clamps. Her hands were bound behind her back with single cuffs, and her waist was wrapped with multiple red ropes. Her legs were shackled with ankle cuffs and 30cm chains, allowing her to move only in tiny steps. A dog tail with a remote-controlled vibrator was inserted into her rear, currently vibrating at a medium frequency, causing her to emit suppressed whimpers with each oscillation. Su Rou was practicing side kicks, rolls, and counter-moves in an extreme rope-bound state, following Ke Qing's "daily combat training mission" assigned the previous night. With every side kick, the leg chains clanked, and the dog tail swung violently, the vibrator pressing deep inside, causing her skin beneath the latex to bead with a fine sheen of sweat. "Hah... Nngh...!" Su Rou gritted her teeth on the ball gag, sweat trickling down the latex. With each completed combo, the small bells on her nipple clamps chimed, her nipples burning with pain, yet a strange pleasure bloomed within the agony. Ke Qing occasionally glanced up, a satisfied curve to her lips. "Su Rou, train well. Our profession involves a lot of infiltration and investigation. You won't be completely defenseless if you encounter a binding situation in the future." Su Rou nodded with a muffled whimper, practicing even more desperately. Beneath her latex, her inner thighs were already slick, but she could only continue training amidst the triple torment of ropes, vibrations, and clamps. This was their daily routine – the "normal" operation of the detective agency, always accompanied by secret and intense erotic training. Ke Qing handled cases, Suna served beneath the desk, and Su Rou trained diligently in the corner. The senses of the three were shared through their collars: Ke Qing could clearly feel the wet heat of Suna's tongue and the tremors of the vibrator within Su Rou, while Suna and Su Rou could simultaneously taste Ke Qing's focus during work and her hidden excitement.

"Don't worry, you don't need to speak," Ke Qing patted their cheeks. "You have masks on, no one will care. Let's go." The three got into the car. This SUV was specially modified by Ke Qing. The rear seats had long been removed, replaced by two face-to-face metal restraint cages. The cages were designed for kneeling, with bases fixed to the car floor. In the center stood a thick, long silicone dildo, its surface covered in bumps and spiral patterns, connected to a vibrating motor at the base. Above the frame were lockable metal rings for securing the arms and neck, and below were ankle restraints. Suna and Surou knelt into them with practiced ease. They first spread their legs, knees on the soft padding, and slowly lowered their hips, allowing the dildo to enter their bodies bit by bit. As it entered, their bodies trembled simultaneously—that familiar fullness and friction were already ingrained in their muscle memory, yet each time it still made their waists involuntarily arch. Suna let out a low "mmph..." from her throat, while Surou squeezed her eyes shut, her breathing becoming rapid. Ke Qing nodded with satisfaction, slid into the driver's seat, and pressed the "Lock" button on the central control screen. The restraint cages clicked shut, their arms pulled together behind them and secured by metal rings, their necks also fixed by semi-circular collars, allowing only a straight kneeling posture. The dildos activated simultaneously, the low-frequency vibration beginning to work slowly, like countless tiny currents surging from the lower abdomen straight to the spinal cord. The car slowly drove towards the headquarters of the Shu Group. Every time they passed a speed bump, Ke Qing deliberately didn't slow down, instead lightly pressing the accelerator. The car jolted violently, the dildos thrusting deeper into them, and both women simultaneously let out muffled whimpers, suppressed by the masks and gags. Suna's saliva trickled down the edge of her mask, Surou's knees trembled on the padding, but the restraints prevented her from closing her legs, leaving her to passively endure every impact. Ke Qing glanced in the rearview mirror, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "Bear with it, don't climax too quickly. I don't have spare latex suits in the car." As they neared their destination, Ke Qing pulled the car over to the side and looked back at their condition. Suna's mask was already soaked with saliva in one spot, her eyes were red, and she let out fragmented whimpers from her throat. Surou, meanwhile, was biting down hard on her gag, fine sweat beading on her forehead, her chest heaving violently beneath her latex suit. "Hey, hey, no climaxing," Ke Qing tapped the screen, the vibration stopped, and the restraints loosened. "If you spray it everywhere, it'll be a mess to clean up." The two weakly pulled themselves off the dildos with a wet "pop" sound, then collapsed onto the soft padding in the trunk. Ke Qing took out a box of wet wipes and tossed it over. "Wipe yourselves, and don't drip on the floor later." Still wearing their masks and gags, they could only emit muffled nasal sounds. Suna and Surou whimpered in acknowledgment, their trembling fingers wiping the liquid from their inner thighs. The car continued forward, soon arriving in front of the Shu Group building. The assistant was already waiting at the entrance. The three got out one by one, Ke Qing walking in front, Suna and Surou following side-by-side. All three were wearing loose black trench coats, their high heels clicking crisply on the ground, their tall figures exuding a powerful aura. Many employees secretly looked their way. The receptionist whispered to a colleague, "Wow, so cool... Those two following behind, wearing their masks so tightly, are they sick?" Little did anyone know that beneath the cool and aloof exterior of Suna and Surou, their bodies were encased in shiny black latex bodysuits, and beneath their black masks were thick, long throat gags, their throats filled with the sensation of the silicone columns. The assistant led them into the elevator, directly to the top-floor president's office. The three walked into the spacious president's office. Shu Gan quickly motioned for the assistant to close the door, then pulled out a chair by the sofa, her voice trembling slightly. "Detective Ke, please sit... I'm truly... truly relieved you could come." Ke Qing nodded slightly, and the three took their seats. Suna and Surou sat quietly on either side of Ke Qing.

The two men hoisted the barely standing Ke Qing and dragged her into the simple shower room next door. Icy water poured down from above, washing away the semen and sweat that coated her body. Skinny Monkey grabbed a rough sponge and brutally scrubbed her breasts, cunt, and ass, deliberately applying force with each stroke, making the silver rings on her nipple clamps and clitoris jingle. Ke Qing gritted her teeth, yet her body trembled softly again under the water and friction. After the wash, she was fitted with a full-coverage latex hood again, leaving only her eyes, nostrils, and mouth exposed. Skinny Monkey, holding the leash attached to her collar, dragged her towards the breeding room. "Move it, sow!" The breeding room was located on the second basement level. Pushing open the door released a pungent odor, a mixture of sweat, bodily fluids, leather, and disinfectant. The room was a vast two hundred square meters, divided into dozens of small cubicles and public display areas. The lighting was dim, with only a few red lamps illuminating key spots. The most striking feature was the wall display area. Over a dozen sows were fixed to vertical iron racks, either completely naked or clad in sheer latex. Their arms were stretched straight above their heads, and their legs were forced into a wide M-split, their ankles locked into iron rings on the wall. Each woman's labia were pulled open by silver clamps, revealing the tender pink flesh within. Numbered tags hung from their clitorises. Their mouths were stuffed with gagged speculums, saliva dripping through tubes into collection basins on the floor. Their nipples were also clamped, connected by thin chains; whenever someone passed by and tugged on a chain, they would emit muffled whimpers. The public cage area in the center was even more brutal. Over a dozen iron cages were lined up, each only a meter high. The sows were forced to curl up inside in extremely humiliating positions – hands bound behind their backs, legs folded into a frog-like posture, knees secured to the cage floor with straps, their asses raised high, and a tail-shaped plug inserted into their rectums, vibrating. The front of the cage doors were welded with feeding ports and waste disposal funnels. They couldn't even lift their heads, forced to eat and excrete like true animals. The deepest section housed the training chairs: several specially designed metal chairs with hollowed-out seats. The sows were forcibly seated with their legs spread in an M-shape, their cunts and asses completely exposed. In front of each chair was an electric dildo machine, its thick, long phallus aimed at the vaginal opening, ready to be activated at any moment. Each chair was occupied by a sow, their nipple clamps connected by thin chains to the nipple clamps of the sow opposite them, so that if one struggled, it would pull on the other simultaneously. Ke Qing was led through these areas by Skinny Monkey, every detail causing her pupils to contract slightly. She unconsciously clenched her legs together. A sow suspended in mid-air caught her attention: her entire body was bound in a red rope in a turtle shell restraint. Her arms were bound behind her and raised high, her breasts bruised purple from the rope, and heavy lead balls hung from her pierced nipples. Her legs were spread to their limit, her ankles locked onto pulleys on the ceiling, her entire body stretched taut like a bow. A barbed dildo was inserted into her cunt, slowly rotating, and with each turn, she let out a muffled scream. The sow in another cage was even more pathetic: she was crammed into a narrow iron cage where she could only kneel. Her hands were bound behind her back with single-handcuffs, and a heavy wooden yoke was placed around her neck, forcing her head down. Her ass was raised high, her rectum stuffed full. The cage floor was lined with absorbent pads, which were already soaked. Hearing footsteps, she struggled to lift her head and looked at Ke Qing through the bars with vacant eyes, unconsciously sticking out her tongue and panting. Skinny Monkey tugged on the leash. "What are you looking at? Keep looking and we'll hang you up too!" He had intended to shove Ke Qing directly into an empty cage, but unexpectedly, Ke Qing suddenly spoke in a low voice, her tone hoarse but laced with a strange arousal: "...Don't put me in a cage." Skinny Monkey froze. "What did you say?" Ke Qing raised her head, looking through the opening of the hood. "Continue training me... Tie me to the chair... Like them..." Skinny Monkey and the burly Black Man who had just arrived exchanged glances, seeing shock and excitement in each other's eyes. Black Man licked his lips. "Alright, since you're begging for it, we'll grant your wish." They led Ke Qing to the training chair area. The chair was a specially designed metal one, with a completely hollowed-out seat. Ke Qing was forcibly pressed onto it, her legs roughly spread apart and her knees secured to the chair's side brackets with wide straps. Her lower legs were then locked with iron chains. Two more straps tightened around her upper thighs, forcing her entire crotch wide open, her red, swollen cunt and ass exposed to the air without any obstruction. Her hands were bound behind the chair, and the single-handcuffs were put back on, pulling her shoulders straight. The nipple clamps were reattached, this time connected to thin chains. Skinny Monkey threaded the other end of the chain through the nipple clamp of a sow in the opposite chair – that sow was also bound in an M-split and was being slowly penetrated by a small dildo machine. She saw Ke Qing's chain connect and a flicker of sympathy flashed in her eyes, mixed with undeniable excitement. Finally, the dildo machine. A thick, black dildo machine was pushed in front of Ke Qing, its phallus already coated with lubricant. Skinny Monkey adjusted the angle, aimed it at her wet cunt, and pushed it in inch by inch. Ke Qing's body tensed violently, and she let out a muffled groan suppressed by the hood. Once the phallus was fully inserted, the machine began to work – first with slow thrusts, then gradually accelerating, each stroke reaching the deepest point, producing a sticky squelching sound. The chains on the nipple clamps were constantly pulled by the vibrations of the dildo machine, and the sow opposite also let out whimpers. The nipples of both women were connected by the same chain; if one trembled, it would pull on the other simultaneously, transmitting pain and pleasure back and forth between them. Skinny Monkey patted Ke Qing's face. "Enjoy yourself, sow. The dildo machine will be on until midnight." He then switched the remote control to random mode, the dildo machine's speed varying unpredictably, making it impossible for Ke Qing to adapt to the rhythm. The pulling of the nipple clamps, the whimpers of the sow opposite, the dildo constantly thrusting inside her... all stimuli were amplified synchronously through the collar, and Ke Qing's consciousness was quickly submerged in endless pleasure and humiliation.