The Fallen Senior

Standing before me was Lin Wanrou. But she had changed, changed so much I almost didn't recognize her. The pure campus belle of yesteryear now sported a head of wavy curls, her makeup exquisite and vibrant, her lips fiery red. She wore a perfectly tailored black, form-fitting, hip-hugging mini-dress. The fabric clung tightly to her now fuller, more mature figure, her ample breasts straining the neckline precariously, seeming as if they might burst free with every breath. My gaze drifted downwards, my Adam's apple involuntarily bobbing. Her lower half was clad in a pair of incredibly thin, sheer black stockings, which hugged her long, shapely thighs, revealing the snow-white skin beneath, radiating a deadly allure. On her feet were black stiletto heels at least 12 centimeters high, their heels like twin swords, piercing my heart. "Senior Sister..." I stammered, my eyes greedily tracing her form. Lin Wanrou seemed to relish being watched. She gracefully sat beside me, crossing her legs. The rustle of the black silk against itself was a blood-pumping "shasha" sound. She picked up her wine glass, her eyes hazy as she looked at me. "It's been three years, Xiao Hao. You've grown up, and you've gotten handsome too." Fueled by alcohol and the rekindled embers of old feelings, after a few drinks, the atmosphere became intensely intimate. "Tonight, come to my place?" she whispered into my ear, her breath warm and fragrant. One hand stealthily found its way to the inner side of my thigh, caressing me gently. I couldn't resist such provocation and nodded vigorously. In the hotel room, the lighting was dim. As soon as we entered, Lin Wanrou took the lead, pushing me onto the bed. She looked down at me from above, her eyes flashing with a wild light I had never seen before. "Xiao Hao, do you remember how we used to do it?" she chuckled, her fingers deftly unbuttoning her top. As her clothes slid off, the body that had haunted my dreams once again appeared before me. But I froze instantly. On top of those snow-white, towering breasts, like inverted jade bowls, were two rosy nipples, each pierced with a silver metal ring! The silver rings were only as thick as a little finger, their cold metallic sheen creating a stark visual contrast with her warm, tender skin. As her body swayed, the two nipple rings jiggled slightly, as if displaying a forbidden beauty. "Senior Sister, this... what is this?" I pointed at the rings, my mind a blank, utterly shocked. The Senior Sister I remembered was conservative and traditional. How could she have gotten nipple piercings? A flicker of barely perceptible panic crossed Lin Wanrou's eyes, but it was quickly masked by a seductive smile. She leaned down, rubbing her nipple, adorned with the silver ring, against my chest. The sensation of cold and heat intertwined sent a shiver through me. "What? Don't you like it? It's very popular abroad, for adding a little spice..." she panted, her voice sweet enough to melt me. "Don't ask so many questions. Love me..." Under her assault, my reason quickly crumbled. I kissed her fiercely, my hands kneading her full breasts, my fingers occasionally playing with the silver rings, eliciting high-pitched screams from her. However, even more shocking things were yet to come. As I parted her long, silk-clad legs and buried my head between them, preparing to pleasure her, I discovered with horror that her clitoris, hidden and tender, was also pierced with a small, exquisite metal ring! A thin red string was even tied to the ring, its end showing signs of breakage. "Senior Sister! What is going on?!" I shot up, my doubts instantly overwhelming my desire. If the nipple rings could be for fashion, then a clitoral ring in such an extremely sensitive and private location was certainly not something ordinary people would try easily. And that broken red string always made me think of some kind of pulling tool. Lin Wanrou's expression changed slightly. She quickly cupped my face with both hands and forcefully kissed me, silencing all my questions. "Mmm... don't talk... Xiao Hao, I want you... come in quickly..." she writhed, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. She hadn't even taken off her 12-centimeter heels, their tips scratching my back, bringing a sharp, pleasurable pain. Driven by primal desire, I temporarily set aside my doubts and thrust myself into her.

He looked at me, his eyes flashing with malice: "Li Hao, is it? Since you want to save her, you'll do it. Tie her up with that rope over there." He gestured to a pile of coarse hemp rope in the corner. "I won't," I gritted out. "Oh? You won't?" Mr. Qin sneered, "If you don't tie her up properly within ten minutes, I'll dump her in a public restroom and send the video to all your university classmates." "You!" My eyes blazed with anger, but seeing Lin Wanrou's pleading gaze, I had no choice but to comply. I walked to the corner and picked up the bundle of hemp rope. The rope was specially treated, soaked in oil, emitting a peculiar scent. It was both strong and gentle on the skin. "Xiao Hao... listen to him... please," Lin Wanrou whispered, her voice choked with tears. I took a deep breath, recalling the tutorials I'd seen on the dark web these past two days. Though clumsy, I had to try. I had Lin Wanrou stand up, her back to me. Her body was burning hot and trembling slightly. I first tied one end of the rope behind her neck, then ran it down her spine, under her armpits, and crossed it in front of her chest. The rough hemp dug into her tender flesh, distorting her ample breasts. The nipple rings were pressed by the rope, and she couldn't help but let out a pained groan. "Tighter! Are you starving?" Mr. Qin commanded coldly from the side, "Dig it into her flesh, let her feel the pleasure of restraint!" I steeled myself and pulled hard. Lin Wanrou cried out, "Ah!" and lurched backward, leaning into me. Next were her arms. Following the "five-flower-tied" method, I bound her hands behind her back, crossed her wrists, and wound the rope around them, circle by circle. I pulled with all my might on each loop until her wrists were red and immobile. Then came her lower body. The rope extended down her back, passed between her legs, and tightened around her already sensitive private parts. I accidentally brushed against the red string connecting her clitoral bead, and the bell tinkled again with a crisp "ding-ling." "Well done, you have a talent for this," Mr. Qin seemed pleased with my "work." He walked over and checked the tightness of the knots. "However, this is not enough. The main event is yet to come." He pressed a switch on the wall, and a metal hook slowly descended from the ceiling. "Hang her up." I stared at him in shock, "This will hurt her!" "She is my slave, and I know her physical limits better than you," Mr. Qin's face darkened. "Hang her!" Under Mr. Qin's glare, I tremblingly hooked the knot behind Lin Wanrou's back onto the metal hook. As the winch turned, Lin Wanrou's feet slowly lifted off the ground. "Mmm... Ah!!" As her body suspended, all her weight concentrated on the ropes around her chest and shoulders. Lin Wanrou tilted her head back in agony, veins bulging on her neck. Her bound breasts protruded even more under the force of gravity, the nipple rings stretched to the point of tearing her skin. She hung in mid-air like a captured butterfly, spinning helplessly. Her 12-centimeter heels kicked uselessly in the air, her black-stocking-clad legs gleaming seductively under the light. Mr. Qin walked up to the suspended Lin Wanrou and brought his whip down with a sharp crack. "Crack!" A crisp whip sound echoed, and a red welt instantly appeared on the inner side of Lin Wanrou's thigh.

The crucifix stood in the corner of the interrogation room, made of dark hardwood, its surface polished smooth yet exuding a chilling texture. Several leather restraints hung from the crossbeam, and a white waterproof cloth lay on the floor beneath, its edges yellowed. I carried Lin Wanrou to the crucifix. She was heavier than she looked, perhaps because she had lost all strength to support herself, her entire weight pressing down on my arms. The pungent odor of urine, arousal fluid, and sweat emanating from her body was even stronger now, drilling into my nostrils. Mr. Qin followed behind us, his footsteps unhurried, echoing in the empty room. "Place her facing the crucifix, hands raised above her head, secured in the restraints on the crossbeam," Mr. Qin's voice came from behind, calm and devoid of any emotion, as if he were directing the placement of a piece of furniture. I struggled to adjust my position, trying to press Lin Wanrou's front against the crucifix. Her head rested on my shoulder, her hot breath fanning my neck, accompanied by sobs after whimpers. "Senpai, help me," I whispered, reaching out to grab her limp arm. Lin Wanrou seemed to regain a sliver of consciousness. She opened her hazy, tear-filled eyes, looked at the crucifix before her, and instinctively flinched, burrowing closer into my embrace. This subtle movement tightened my chest. "Hurry," Mr. Qin urged. I gritted my teeth and forcefully turned her body, pressing her chest against the cold wood. The sudden chill made Lin Wanrou tremble, and she let out a faint moan. I grabbed her right wrist and lifted it, sliding it into the opened leather restraint on the crossbeam. The inside of the restraint was lined with soft black velvet, but the "click" as it fastened was crisp and cold. Her arm was forced high above her head, her armpit completely exposed, the skin there flushed red from her earlier struggles. Then, her left wrist. Once both wrists were securely fastened, Lin Wanrou's body was stretched taut, her toes barely touching the ground. This position forced her chest forward, her ravaged breasts pressing more prominently against the wood, flesh spilling out from the sides, her nipples, adorned with silver rings, rubbing against the wood with each faint breath. The black stockings on her legs, with their reinforced toes, were now soiled and stained. There was a noticeable tear on the right stocking, revealing a reddened knee beneath. The stockings were ultra-thin, standard issue, their original satin sheen long since ruined by sweat and bodily fluids, leaving them with a damp, semi-transparent texture that clung to her slender legs. "Separate and secure her legs as well," Mr. Qin said, having appeared beside the crucifix at some point, holding two shorter restraints. "At the ankles." I crouched down and grasped Lin Wanrou's left ankle. Her ankle was slender, and I could feel the shape of the bone in my hand. She was still wearing the 12cm black stiletto heels, their heels as thin as needles. I hesitated, then looked up at Mr. Qin. "No need to remove the shoes," Mr. Qin seemed to read my mind. "Secure them like this, so she remembers her place." I lowered my head and fastened the restraint around her left ankle, the other end connecting to a metal ring at the base of the crucifix, then did the same for her right ankle. With her legs spread and secured, Lin Wanrou's body formed a standard "X" shape. Her private parts were completely exposed to the air, the messy area – swollen labia, clitoris adorned with a silver ring, the slightly parting entrance to her vagina – all laid bare. The stockings at her inner thighs were pulled further apart, loose threads dangling from the edges of the tear. She seemed to have finally woken up completely, realizing the shameful position she was fixed in. Her body began to tremble, not the spasms from before, but a fearful tremor, an attempt to curl up that was impossible, mixed with a strange excitement. "Excellent," Mr. Qin nodded with satisfaction and walked over to a nearby tool cart, beginning to select something. "Li Hao, go fetch that item from the shelf over there. The white box, it contains candles." I followed his gaze and saw a white paper box on the metal shelf by the wall. I walked over and opened it. Inside, a dozen white candles of varying thickness were neatly arranged, feeling cold and hard to the touch. Mr. Qin picked one up and toyed with it. "Low-temperature candles, very low melting point. They'll feel warm on the skin, not burn. But the visual effect is quite good." "Today, you'll be in charge of this part," Mr. Qin handed me a candle and a golden lighter. "Drip them onto her body, forming the patterns I want." "I... I don't know how..." I took the candle and lighter, my hands trembling. "It's simple. Light the candle and let the wax drip. Start with her back, along the spine, one drop every five centimeters." Mr. Qin walked behind Lin Wanrou and traced a line on her bare spine with his finger. "Remember, be even, be slow. If you drip it crookedly, or if she moves and causes the wax to drip in the wrong place, you know the consequences." I looked at Lin Wanrou. Her face was pressed against the crucifix, her eyes tightly shut, long eyelashes wet with tears, clinging to her lower eyelids. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing ragged, her chest rising and falling, pressing against the wood. "Senpai..." I managed to speak, my voice hoarse, "I... I need to..." "Begin," Mr. Qin interrupted me, returning to the European-style sofa. He crossed his legs and watched us with an air of anticipation, as if observing a play about to commence. My hands trembling, I lit the lighter. A blue flame shot up, and I brought the end of the candle to it. The white wax began to melt, its edges turning transparent, a drop of clear wax coalescing at the tip. I walked behind Lin Wanrou. Her back had a beautiful curve, the groove of her spine deep, her shoulder blades slightly prominent on either side due to her arms being held high. Red marks from the ropes still lingered on her skin, along with the thin, long scratch I had accidentally made while cutting her belt, which had already scabbed over into a dark red. I raised the candle, aiming for the spot above her spine, below her neck. My hand was shaking violently.

"I..." My voice was hoarse, "I... will stay." As I uttered those two words, something within me completely collapsed. Mr. Qin chuckled, a victor's laugh. "Excellent. Now, watch closely. I will show you her true form." He walked to the rack and, with a raise of his hand, unfastened the leather restraints on Lin Wanrou's wrists. Her arms hung limply, numb from being held aloft for so long, trembling slightly. Then came the restraints on her ankles. Lin Wanrou's body lost its support and slumped forward. Mr. Qin reached out and caught her, his movements surprisingly, eerily gentle. He scooped her up and carried her towards the more spacious area in the center of the training room. There, a roll of off-white cotton rope lay ready, its texture appearing much softer than the hemp rope used before. Beside it were several metal hooks and a pulley system. Mr. Qin gently placed Lin Wanrou on the floor, which was covered with a thick carpet. She curled up, her body still trembling slightly. The black stockings on her legs were in tatters, the reinforced toe sections stained. A tear on the right stocking had widened to mid-thigh, exposing reddened skin beneath. "Today, we'll try something different," Mr. Qin said, crouching down. He picked up the cotton rope and began skillfully preparing the end. "Four-horse tie. Ever heard of it?" I shook my head, my eyes fixed on his movements. "A very ancient binding method," Mr. Qin explained as he turned Lin Wanrou over, positioning her prone on the floor. "The wrists and ankles are bound together behind the back, and then connected by rope. The bound person can only lie on their stomach or be suspended." Lin Wanrou's body stiffened for a moment but offered no resistance. She lay submissively, her face buried in the carpet, only half of her profile visible. Traces of wax still clung to her back, and the skin on either side of her spinal groove was flushed pink. Mr. Qin began the binding. His movements were exceptionally practiced, his fingers weaving nimbly through the rope. Each knot was tied cleanly and efficiently, each wrap precisely placed. He first brought Lin Wanrou's hands behind her back, wrists together, and secured them tightly with the rope. The way the rope was wound was unusual, not just a few simple loops, but a crisscrossing, looping pattern that formed a design both secure and aesthetically pleasing. Next, he lifted Lin Wanrou's legs, bringing her ankles together and binding them as well. The rope was wound with the same meticulous care, and a length of rope was left at the ankle knot. Then, Mr. Qin took another length of rope and connected the bindings on Lin Wanrou's wrists and ankles. He adjusted the length of the rope, forcing her body to arch backward, creating a tense curve in her spine. This position caused her buttocks to jut out high, her breasts to be pressed against the floor, and her neck to be craned back. "Mmm..." Lin Wanrou let out a muffled groan. The position was clearly uncomfortable, even painful. But Mr. Qin didn't stop. He continued to adjust the tension of the ropes, bringing Lin Wanrou's body to a delicate balance point – neither able to lie flat nor to straighten, forced to maintain that arched, shameful posture. "The essence of the four-horse tie lies in 'tension'," Mr. Qin explained as he worked, his tone like that of an art instructor. "Too loose, and it's ineffective; too tight, and she'll be injured. It must be just right, allowing her to feel the pain of restraint while maintaining the position for a sufficient duration." Finally, the binding was complete. Lin Wanrou was like a folded doll, her limbs tightly connected behind her, her body arched into a crescent moon. Her face was forced upward, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid. Her full breasts were pressed against the carpet by the posture, the flesh spreading outwards, the silver rings on her nipples brushing against the rough fibers. Her private parts were completely exposed, her swollen labia parting slightly, the ravaged area between her legs laid bare. The tattered black stockings on her legs, now that her legs were bound together, had their rips aligned, revealing a larger expanse of skin. The stockings were of a standard style, their original satin sheen long gone, replaced by a damp, semi-transparent texture that clung to her slender legs. "Now, let's hang her," Mr. Qin said, standing up and walking to a pulley system beneath the ceiling. He pulled the rope, and the pulley emitted a creaking sound. A sturdy rope descended, a metal hook at its end. Mr. Qin attached the hook to the section of rope connecting Lin Wanrou's wrists and ankles behind her back, then began to slowly pull. "Mmm..." Lin Wanrou's body lifted off the ground. She was hoisted up bit by bit, her limbs bound behind her, her body arched like a shrimp on a hook. As her height increased, her entire body weight bore down on the connection point of her wrists and ankles, making the arched position even more agonizing. Her breathing grew more rapid, her face contorted in pain. Yet, strangely, her body didn't struggle violently; it merely trembled slightly.

Despite the makeup, faint dark circles shadowed her eyes. Her posture seemed relaxed, yet her shoulders were stiff, her back ramrod straight, as if enduring some discomfort. "Senior, stop pretending. I know you're not okay. Those injuries on you..." "The injuries will heal. The maid has already tended to them." I stood up and walked to the desk. "How did she tend to them? With foundation? With clothes? Senior, those aren't just surface wounds! Your psychological..." "My psychology is perfectly fine!" She stood up too, cutting me off. We faced each other across the desk. "Li Hao, if you came here just to say this, then you can leave. Just pretend I didn't call you today." "I'm not leaving until you tell me the truth." "What truth?" "What's under your suit?" Lin Wanrou's body visibly stiffened. Her fingers unconsciously clenched the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, but a barely perceptible tremor ran through her voice. I walked around the desk and stood before her. "What did Mr. Qin put on you? He wouldn't let you off that easily." Her face instantly flushed, a mixture of shame and anger making her breath quicken. "Get out," her voice trembled. I grabbed her wrist. "Let me see." "Let go of me!" she struggled, but her strength was minimal. I lifted the hem of her suit jacket. Beneath it, she wore a white silk blouse, tucked into her skirt. I reached for the zipper of her skirt. "No!" she screamed, pushing me with all her might. But I had already unzipped it. The skirt slid down, pooling at her feet. She wore flesh-colored pantyhose, which gleamed faintly under the office lights. The stockings clung to her legs, accentuating their long, slender shape. But the most jarring sight was below her lower abdomen, at the base of her thighs. There, a black, metallic object was pressed tightly against her body. Was it a chastity device? No, this contraption was far more complex than a standard chastity belt. It completely covered her private parts, with structures in both the front and back. The front section had a small, transparent window, through which one could vaguely see the entrance to her cunt, plugged with soft silicone stoppers. The stoppers were inserted deep, completely within her body. The back section covered her anus, which was also plugged. Tiny indicator lights on the sides of the device were faintly blinking, emitting a soft blue glow. Most terrifyingly, through the transparent window and the gaps in the silicone stoppers, I could see pink, egg-shaped objects inside her cunt and anus – vibrators. Not just one, but at least five or six, packed in tightly. They weren't vibrating, just lying there, like time bombs buried within her. Lin Wanrou stood frozen, her body rigid, her face ashen. She looked at me, her eyes filled with shame. "Now you see," her voice was a mere whisper. "Are you satisfied?" I released her hand and stumbled back a step. My voice trembled. "Why? Why would he do this to you?" "For control," Lin Wanrou bent down to pick up her skirt and put it back on, zipping it up. Her movements were slow, labored, as if each action caused immense pain. "Because he found out about us, about you and me. So this is a new rule, and a punishment for me. From now on, I have to wear this chastity device whenever I'm away from him." "He has the remote for the vibrators too. He can make them vibrate whenever he wants. And he's put a smart lock on my urethra. I can't even go to the toilet without his permission now." "I didn't want you to know, I was afraid you'd feel guilty. It's not your fault, though. I was the one who couldn't control myself that day, so I willingly accept this punishment. And you don't need to worry, I'm almost used to it now." I stood there, watching her back, speechless for a moment. I never imagined that my actions would lead to my senior being punished like this. And judging by her complexion, she was definitely not as accustomed to it as she claimed. But all I could do was watch, powerless.

At that moment, watching my senior, my goddess, the woman I'd secretly loved for years, pushed to the brink of collapse by a remote-controlled toy in full view of everyone, I actually… felt a thrill. A wave of nausea washed over me, and I rushed to the bathroom, retching into the toilet. But nothing came up, only bitter bile churning in my throat. My phone rang. It was Mr. Qin. I stared at the screen, hesitating for a long time, before finally answering. "Li Hao," his voice was calm as water. "Was today's afternoon performance exciting?" I remained silent. "Not speaking? It seems you're still savoring it." Mr. Qin chuckled. "It's fine, I'll give you time. But there's a new mission tomorrow." My heart clenched violently. "What mission?" "Tomorrow at noon, during the lunch rush, between twelve and one o'clock," Mr. Qin said. "I want you to tie up Xiao Ling in the building's transparent sightseeing elevator." I froze. "The transparent sightseeing elevator?" "That's right, the one next to the lobby, the all-glass elevator," Mr. Qin said. "From the first floor to the twenty-eighth, it's completely transparent, visible to everyone outside." "Are you insane?" I blurted out. "That's a public place! It's most crowded during lunch!" "Precisely why it's interesting," Mr. Qin said. "I want you to tie her into a 'standing split' – one leg standing, the other leg raised vertically, leaning against the elevator wall." A split? I recalled Lin Wanrou's astonishing flexibility. "What if I refuse?" I asked. There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line. "If you refuse, I'll crank all the toys inside her to their highest setting," Mr. Qin's voice turned cold. "And then I'll have her attend the afternoon executive meeting. How long do you think she'll last?" My breathing quickened. "You..." "Also," Mr. Qin interrupted me, "Xiao Ling will beg you herself. She doesn't want to completely lose control in front of so many people, does she?" The call ended. I held my phone, my hands trembling uncontrollably. A few minutes later, the phone rang again. This time it was Lin Wanrou. I answered. "Xiao Hao..." her voice was choked with tears. "Master... Master told me..." "Senior..." "Please..." she sobbed, "Please agree to him... I don't want... don't want to in front of so many people... like that..." Her cries were heart-wrenching. "He'll really do it... he'll make me in the conference room... in front of everyone... completely... completely..." She choked, unable to continue, only broken sobs remaining. "Senior, we can call the police," I tried to persuade her. "It's useless," she cried, shaking her head. "If you call the police, he'll release the videos... all the videos... all the photos... I'll be ruined... I'll lose everything..." She took a deep breath, her voice trembling: "And my body is already used to Master, but if those toys are turned up to the maximum, I'll break, you don't know what that feeling is like..." I closed my eyes. "Okay, I agree." On the other end of the line, her crying gradually subsided. "Thank you, Xiao Hao..." she choked out, "Tomorrow... tomorrow at noon, I'll wait for you in the building's underground parking lot... Master has already prepared the ropes..." "What ropes?" "The ropes to tie me up," she said. "And... a blindfold, a gag... Master said, the whole set." My stomach churned. "Senior, you really..." "Don't say any more," she interrupted me, her voice suddenly calm, a dead calm of resignation. "I... have no choice anymore, and I've fallen into this feeling." The call ended. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, sleepless all night. The next day at noon, 11:50 AM. I stood in a dark corner of the building's underground parking lot, carrying a black bag. Inside were the props Mr. Qin had prepared: a roll of off-white cotton rope, a black blindfold, a dark red gag, and a few thin leather straps. The parking lot was eerily quiet, with only the occasional echo of tires rolling by.

The click of the lock echoed in the quiet room. Now, they were finally in a private space, unseen by anyone. Lin Wanrou leaned against the door, letting out a long sigh of relief. But immediately, a more intense wave of shame washed over her – she was alone with Li Hao in a hotel room, with toys inside her, her stockings soaked, and she had just climaxed. Li Hao released his hand supporting her and walked to the center of the room, inserting the key card into the power slot. The main lights in the room flickered on, illuminating the space. Lin Wanrou instinctively pressed her legs together, but the wet patch on her stockings was even more obvious in the bright light. She tugged at the hem of her jacket, trying to cover herself, but the jacket only reached mid-thigh, offering no real concealment. "You... you should take a shower first," Li Hao said, his voice a little strained. "Clean yourself up." Lin Wanrou nodded. She desperately needed a shower. She needed to wash away the sweat, the tears, the fluids, the sticky, shameful feeling. But she still had things inside her. Those dildos, the butt plug, the vibrator, the electro-stimulation pads, the collar… "I..." she began, her voice trembling, "What about the toys on me?" Li Hao paused for a moment, then understood. His gaze fell again on the wet patch, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Can... can you take them out yourself?" Lin Wanrou shook her head. While she could remove the toys herself, she dared not. She feared punishment from her Master, and at the same time, she didn't quite want to. "Without Master's permission... I don't dare to take them out." Lin Wanrou lay on the bed, her body still trembling slightly. Fear, a deep-seated, bone-chilling fear of Mr. Qin's punishment, coiled around her heart like icy vines, tightening their grip. Li Hao had just offered to help her remove the toys from inside her. The vibrator, the dildo, the electro-stimulation pads, the collar. She wanted them out, wanted to wash away the sticky sweat and fluids, wanted to escape this humiliating state. But she dared not. Without Mr. Qin's permission, she wouldn't dare to touch those toys. The last time she had removed her nipple clamps without authorization, Mr. Qin had made her kneel in the corner of the dungeon with a gag in her mouth for an entire night. The last time she had tried to secretly unfasten her collar, Mr. Qin had hung her up and whipped her fifty times with a belt, leaving her back raw and bleeding, unable to lie flat for three days. She remembered the pain, the humiliation, Mr. Qin's cold voice: "Your body does not belong to you. Without my permission, you cannot even touch it." And now, the toys inside her were more numerous, more invasive, more intimate than the nipple clamps, than the collar. If she let Li Hao take them out, and if Mr. Qin found out, she would absolutely be punished. Lin Wanrou's body jolted violently. "Cannot remove without Master's permission, cannot." Li Hao stood by the bed, looking at her terrified expression, his brow furrowed. "Then what do we do?" he asked. "You're just going to keep these things on? Not tidy up?" She didn't know what to do. She wanted to be clean, to escape this sticky feeling, but she feared Mr. Qin's punishment even more. "I need to ask Master..." she choked out, tears streaming down her face, "I need to call... to ask Master..." "Call?" "Mmm..." Lin Wanrou nodded, tears tracing paths down her cheeks. "But my phone... it's in my bag."

Lin Wanrou was now completely encased in a black latex suit. From her neck to her ankles, not an inch of skin was exposed. The smooth surface of the latex reflected a greasy sheen under the light, making her look like a black, lifeless sculpture. Only her neck and above were still visible – her head, her face, her hair. But soon, even these would be covered. Mr. Qin picked up the specially made kig helmet. The helmet was white, a stark contrast to the black latex suit. Its facial features were crudely sculpted, with the eyes reduced to two narrow slits and the mouth completely sealed. Mr. Qin flipped the helmet over, showing Lin Wanrou the inside. Inside, there was indeed a dildo. Pink, as thick as a wrist, and over twenty centimeters long, it extended from the mouth area all the way to the back of her throat. The base of the dildo was fixed inside the helmet, its head rounded and its surface covered in fine granules. "Open your mouth," Mr. Qin said. Lin Wanrou looked at the dildo, her body trembling violently. She shook her head and tried to pull back, but Mr. Qin grabbed her shoulders. "Open your mouth," he repeated, his voice colder. Lin Wanrou's tears streamed down her face. She knew resistance was futile and would only lead to worse treatment. She closed her eyes and slowly opened her mouth. Mr. Qin placed the helmet over her head. Darkness descended instantly. It wasn't complete darkness – a faint light seeped through the eye slits, but her vision was extremely limited, only able to see a small, blurry patch of light ahead. Her ears were enclosed by the helmet, and the sounds from the outside world became muffled and distant. Then, there was the dildo. The cold, hard head pressed against her lips, forcing her teeth apart, and delving deep into her mouth. "Mmmph..." Lin Wanrou let out a muffled groan, instinctively trying to close her mouth, but the helmet's structure prevented her from doing so. The dildo continued to penetrate deeper. It slid over her palate, pressing against her throat. It was too deep. So deep that it triggered an intense gag reflex. Her throat constricted, her stomach churned, but the dildo blocked all passages. She couldn't even retch, only let her tears flow more profusely. The head of the dildo pressed against the entrance of her throat. Every swallow rubbed against it, creating a suffocating sense of a foreign object. Her breathing became difficult, as her mouth was completely filled. Her nasal cavity became the only passage, but the helmet was well-sealed with small air holes, allowing only a meager amount of air to be inhaled. Once the helmet was fully on, Mr. Qin adjusted its position and tightened the leather strap at the back of her head. "Click." The sound of the strap locking into place. Now, the helmet was also secured. Lin Wanrou had truly become a "toy." A black latex body, a white helmet, no expression, no eyes, no voice. Only the faint, terrified light peeking through the eye slits, and the distorted whimpers from her throat, twisted by the dildo. Mr. Qin stepped back a few paces, admiring his creation. "Very good," he said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "Now, you look much more presentable." Lin Wanrou stood still, unmoving. Not because she didn't want to move, but because she didn't dare to. Every breath became difficult. She had to inhale forcefully to draw a small amount of air through the helmet's vents into her nasal cavity, then through her dildo-blocked throat into her lungs. Exhaling was equally challenging, the stale air escaping slowly, leaving a suffocating, aching pressure in her chest. Her vision was extremely limited. She could only see a small area of about thirty degrees directly in front of her, and everything was blurry and distorted due to the obstruction of the eye slits. She couldn't see her feet, her hands, Mr. Qin, or Li Hao. She was like a prisoner locked in a narrow cell, only able to see a small patch of wall in front of her. Her hearing also became muffled. The sounds from the outside world seemed to come through a thick wall, dull and distorted. She could hear Mr. Qin speaking, but couldn't make out the specific words. The most terrifying thing was the dildo. It was deeply inserted into her mouth, pressing against her throat, preventing her from closing her mouth, swallowing saliva, or making clear sounds. Saliva secreted uncontrollably, but since she couldn't swallow, it only dripped from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, soaking the inside of the helmet. The granules on the dildo's surface rubbed against her palate and the base of her tongue, creating a constant sensation of a foreign object and the urge to vomit. She wanted to cry, but even crying became difficult – tears flowed, but her face was fixed by the helmet, preventing her from making a crying expression. The tears could only flow inside the helmet, mixing with saliva, sticky and disgusting. "For this week, you will remain like this," Mr. Qin's voice came through the helmet, somewhat muffled but still clear. "Eating, drinking, sleeping, excreting – everything requires my permission. Without my permission, you are not allowed to remove the helmet or the latex suit. If you attempt to do so, you know the consequences." Lin Wanrou's body began to tremble, but the restraint of the latex suit made the tremors weak.

"Useless," he said, his voice soft, yet each word was like a knife. "Dressed in this, and you can't even perform the most basic service. What good are you?" Lin Wanrou's body froze. Through the narrow slit of the helmet, she looked at Mr. Qin's cold eyes, and fear washed over her like a tide. She wanted to beg, to apologize, but no sound came out. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Mr. Qin stood up, walked to the cabinet, and opened it. He took out a set of K9 gear. Black latex coverings, divided into four parts—two for the forelimbs, two for the hindlimbs. The coverings were long, extending from the shoulders to the fingertips, and from the thighs to the toes. At the ends of the coverings were buckles for attaching a leash. The coverings themselves were rigid, with metal supports inside the latex to maintain the limbs in a fixed, folded position. There was also a black latex harness, like a dog's vest, that could be worn, with D-rings on it for attaching a leash. Finally, there was a long, black leather leash with a metal clasp at the end. Mr. Qin threw these items in front of Lin Wanrou. "Since you can't even be a proper human," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm, "then don't be one. Be a dog." Lin Wanrou looked at the K9 gear on the floor, her body beginning to tremble violently. She wanted to retreat, to escape, but her body was weak, and she didn't have the strength to even move back. Mr. Qin squatted down and grabbed her arm. "Li Hao," he said without looking back, "come here and help." Li Hao's body stiffened for a moment, then he mechanically stood up and walked to Mr. Qin's side. "Hold her down." Li Hao squatted down, placing his hands on Lin Wanrou's shoulders. He could feel her body trembling, like fallen leaves in an autumn wind. Through the latex suit, he could feel the coldness of her skin and the violent fear beneath it. Mr. Qin picked up a forelimb covering. This was for the "front legs." The latex covering was long, with metal supports inside that kept the arm folded from shoulder to wrist, the elbow bent, the forearm pressed against the upper arm, and the wrist bent with the palm facing the shoulder. He grabbed Lin Wanrou's right arm and forcefully bent it. "Mmm—!" Lin Wanrou let out a pained whimper. The latex suit restricted joint movement, and the forced bending of her arm brought intense pain. But Mr. Qin didn't stop. He forcefully bent her arm to its limit, then slipped on the forelimb covering. The covering was slid on from the shoulder all the way to the fingertips. The metal supports fixed the arm in its folded position, and the latex covering itself was tight, snugly wrapping around the arm, making it impossible to straighten. The buckle was fastened at the wrist. Now, Lin Wanrou's right arm had become a folded, rigid "front leg." Then came the left arm. The same process, the same pained whimpers. Now, both her arms were transformed into "front legs," folded at her sides, elbows bent, palms facing her shoulders, completely losing their function as human arms. Next were the hindlimb coverings. Mr. Qin grabbed her right leg and bent it forcefully. The knee bent, the thigh pressed against her abdomen, the lower leg against the thigh, and the ankle bent with the foot facing her buttocks. This was an extremely flexed position, like the folded state of a dog's hind legs when running. Lin Wanrou's legs were weak from the morning's torment and the recent climax. As they were forcibly bent, a faint "crack" sound came from her joints. She arched her body in pain, but Li Hao held her down, preventing her from moving. The hindlimb covering was slid on from the top of the thigh all the way to the toes. The metal supports fixed the leg's position, and the latex covering wrapped tightly around it. The buckle was fastened at the ankle. The left leg was the same. Now, Lin Wanrou's four limbs were folded and encased in black latex coverings. She lay on the ground, her arms folded at her sides, her legs folded beneath her abdomen, like a bound crab waiting to be cooked. No, more like a dog—the folded posture of its limbs was the same as when a dog stands or crawls. But she couldn't stand up. Because her limbs were fixed in a folded state, she couldn't support herself with her hands or stand on her feet. She could only lie there, like a worm with its limbs severed. Mr. Qin picked up the black latex harness. The harness, like a dog's vest, was slipped over her chest and buckled at the back. The harness had several D-rings on the shoulders and back. He put the harness on Lin Wanrou and fastened it. Then, he attached the metal clasp of the leash to the D-ring on the back of the harness. Now, she had completely transformed into a "dog." The black latex suit was her skin, the white helmet her head, the black latex coverings her limbs, and the black harness and leash her equipment. She lay on the ground, her limbs folded, unable to stand or walk, able to do nothing but crawl like a dog. Mr. Qin stood up, holding the other end of the leash. "This is your punishment. You will remain like this. You are not allowed to stand up, not allowed to walk on two legs. You will only crawl on all fours, like a dog." Mr. Qin turned to Li Hao. "Your mission has changed." "From today onwards, you will walk her ten kilometers every day," Mr. Qin said. "Within the villa, or in the garden behind the villa. Ten kilometers every day, and it must be completed. I will check." He paused, his voice turning cold: "If you fail to do so, or if you slack off, or if you let her walk less... then I will further restrict the ventilation holes on her helmet. Right now, she can still get some oxygen. If you fail, I will make the holes smaller, so she gets even less. Do you understand?" Li Hao's body trembled. He looked at Lin Wanrou, who was lying on the ground. She was like a black and white, grotesque dog, lying there, her body trembling from fear and pain. The leash was attached to her back, the other end in Mr. Qin's hand. Ten kilometers a day. Leading her like this. If he failed, her oxygen would be reduced.

The zipper slid open, and the black silk slip slithered off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Now, all that remained was the silver collar around her neck, the crucifix rings on her breasts, and the ring through her labia. Her body was fully exposed in the dim light, pale and scarred, the metal rings glinting at her most intimate parts. Mr. Qin walked over to her and picked up a roll of coarse hemp rope from a nearby shelf. He grabbed Lin Wanrou's arm and pulled her to the side of the triangular horse. "Get on." Lin Wanrou trembled, bracing herself on the sides of the horse with her hands. She struggled to lift her legs and straddle the saddle. The edge of the horse dug into her perineum, hard and cold. The heads of two dildos pressed against the entrance of her cunt and anus. Mr. Qin began to bind her. He first pulled Lin Wanrou's hands behind her back, clasped her wrists together, and bound them tightly with the rope. The knot was expertly tied, so tight it dug into her flesh, making escape impossible. Then, he pulled the rope upwards, around her neck, crossed it over her chest, and brought it back behind her to connect with the knot on her wrists. Next were her legs. Mr. Qin spread her legs wide apart, bound her ankles with rope, and then pulled them towards the sides of the horse, securing them to metal rings at the base. This position left her legs spread in an "M" shape, her perineum fully exposed, her cunt and anus perfectly aligned with the two dildos. Finally, he used the rope to secure her waist to the saddle of the horse, ensuring she wouldn't slip off. Now, Lin Wanrou was securely bound to the triangular horse. Her hands were bound behind her back, her legs spread wide and secured, her waist pressed against the horse. Her upper body leaned forward, her chest resting on the slanted surface of the horse, her breasts compressed, the crucifix rings digging into her skin. Her lower body was suspended, her perineum pressed against the edge of the horse, the heads of the two dildos already pressing slightly into her orifices. As soon as the horse moved, the dildos would penetrate. Mr. Qin stepped back a few paces, admiring his work. "Very good," he said. "Now, adjust the depth." He walked to the mechanical device on the side of the horse and turned a knob. "Click." The dildos slowly rose. Lin Wanrou felt the heads pressing against her cunt entrance begin to push inwards. The cold, hard heads parted her tightly closed labia and slowly inserted themselves. "Urgh..." she let out a suppressed moan. The dildos penetrated slowly, but with determination. One inch, two inches, three inches... until they were fully submerged in her cunt, their bases pressing against her outer labia. She could feel the contours of the dildos, the subtle texture of their surfaces, their cold touch... Then, her anus. The other dildo began to penetrate. "Ah..." Lin Wanrou's moan turned into a sharp cry. Her anus was tighter and more sensitive than her cunt. The moment the dildo penetrated, she felt a tearing, distending pain. Her body arched violently, but she was held by the ropes, unable to evade. The dildo continued to push deeper until it was fully inserted, its base pressing against her anus. Now, both dildos were deeply inserted into her body. Her cunt was filled, her anus was stuffed. A sense of foreignness, of distending pain, and... a strange fullness. Her breathing quickened, her body trembling slightly. She could feel her cunt contracting, trying to adapt to the shape of the dildo; her anus spasming, trying to expel the foreign object. But the dildos were too thick, too full, and she could do nothing but endure. Mr. Qin finished his adjustments and walked behind the horse. "Li Hao, come here." "Push the horse," Mr. Qin said. "Walk it down the corridor. From this end to that end, and back. Don't stop until I tell you to." Li Hao looked at Lin Wanrou, bound to the horse, at her pained, contorted face, at her body penetrated by the dildos... "Begin," Mr. Qin said. Li Hao pushed hard, propelling the horse forward. The wheels of the horse began to turn, making a "rumble, rumble" sound. The first step. As the horse moved, the dildos completed a thrust within Lin Wanrou's body. "Urgh ah—!!!" Lin Wanrou let out a lewd scream. The dildos withdrew about a third of the way from her cunt and anus, then thrust back in as the horse moved forward. The thrusts were not large, but they were sudden and mechanical, entirely controlled by the rotation of the wheels. The second step.