Bondage App

The next day, the icon appeared again. Qin Ming stared at his phone screen, the icon of a bound woman seeming to mock him. He deleted it again, this time even clearing the cache. But on the third day, the fourth day… the icon was like a persistent leech, impossible to shake off. Finally, he made a drastic decision and restored his phone to factory settings. After a long initialization process, he powered it on with trembling fingers – the icon was still there, in the most prominent position on the first screen, like an elegant ghost. "Fuck!" Qin Ming slammed his phone onto the floor. The black phone bounced twice on the floor, but surprisingly, the screen didn't crack. He picked it up, breathing heavily, and inexplicably tapped the icon. The app interface was eerily simple. A few input fields: Name, Age, Gender. Below that was a dropdown menu labeled "Restraint Method." Qin Ming tapped it, and it offered everything from ordinary ropes and leather straps to cold, metallic restraints. Each option was accompanied by a detailed description. His finger hovered over the screen for a long time. The sky outside gradually darkened, and the only light in the room was the faint glow of the phone screen reflecting on his face. Finally, he slowly typed two characters: Liu Hui. Age: 36. Gender: Female. Restraint Method: Rope - Kote-kote. His thumb hovered above the "Confirm" button, his heart pounding as if it would leap out of his throat. After a few seconds, he pressed it down heavily. The interface switched to a simple list. Currently, there was only one entry: "Liu Hui - Rope Kote-kote." Two buttons followed: [Activate] and [Delete]. Qin Ming stared at the activate button, his mind a complete blank. By the time he reacted, his finger had already tapped it. The button turned red, displaying [Stop]. Nothing happened. At least, nothing happened in his cramped rental apartment. Qin Ming paced around the room a few times, then grabbed his jacket and left. He didn't know why he was going to the company, or what he wanted to confirm. The office building at night was terrifyingly silent, his footsteps echoing in the hallway. Liu Hui's office light was still on. Qin Ming held his breath and tiptoed towards the familiar solid wood door. The door was ajar, leaving a gap. He sidled up and peeked through the crack – Liu Hui was still sitting in her swivel chair, her back to the door. But her posture was strange, her shoulders unnaturally hunched, her body trembling slightly. Qin Ming carefully shifted his angle, finally seeing her face. Her hands were tied behind her back, brown rope wrapping around her wrists, coiling upwards, and forming a complex net across her chest. The rope was tied tightly, digging deep into the fabric of her white blouse, squeezing her full breasts into an alluring shape. Her lips were slightly parted, but no sound came out, only her rapid breaths causing her chest to heave violently. Liu Hui was struggling. Her waist writhed, trying to break free from the restraints, but with every movement, the rope seemed to tighten further. Her eyes were wide open, filled with terror and confusion, and a hint of humiliation. Qin Ming hid outside the door, feeling his heartbeat and her breathing eerily synchronized. He looked down at his phone. On the screen, the red [Stop] button, he gently pressed it. In the office, Liu Hui's body suddenly relaxed, and she slumped onto the swivel chair, gasping for air. She looked at her suddenly freed wrists in bewilderment, faint red marks still visible. Qin Ming quietly retreated, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway. On the phone screen, the app lay quietly, and next to the entry "Liu Hui - Rope Kote-kote" in the list, the [Activate] button had returned to its clickable state. His breathing quickened. He opened the refrigerator and took out a can of beer. The cold liquid slid down his throat, slightly calming his emotions. He sat on the sofa and reopened his phone. This time, he studied the app carefully. Besides the basic restraint methods, there were more options below: [Duration] [Tightness of Restraint] [Mouth Gagged] [Blindfolded] ... There was even a [Additional Effects] submenu, which opened to more detailed options: [Mild Pain] [Enhanced Shame] [Increased Sensitivity] ... At three in the afternoon, Liu Hui walked out of her office with a mug. Qin Ming immediately followed. The pantry was empty except for her. Qin Ming hid around the corner, watching her fill her cup. As hot water poured into the mug, her hand suddenly trembled, and a few drops splashed onto her skin. She frowned, looking at her wrist, where a faint red mark circled – a remnant from the rope the day before. Qin Ming's heart pounded. He retreated to his desk, pulled out his phone, and opened the app. Liu Hui's entry lay quietly in the list. His finger hovered over "Restraint Method." Tapping the dropdown menu, his gaze swept over the options: rope, ribbon, leather handcuffs, chains… Finally, it landed on a category called "Pleasure Expansion Pack." Clicking it, the options within made his breath catch. "Gag" "Nipple Clamps" "Butt Plug" ... Each came with detailed descriptions and effect previews. Qin Ming licked his lips and selected "Nipple Clamps - Basic" and "Gag - Spherical." But he didn't hit activate. Instead, he set the "Trigger Condition." The app popped up a new interface: "Please set trigger condition." Below were several options: "Time Trigger" "Location Trigger" "Action Trigger" Qin Ming chose "Action Trigger" and entered: Automatically execute when the target enters a restroom stall and locks the door. After setting it, he put away his phone, his palms slick with sweat. Around four o'clock, Liu Hui stood up and headed towards the restroom. Qin Ming waited a few seconds, then followed. The women's restroom was at the end of the corridor. Qin Ming stood by the entrance of the men's room, pretending to look at his phone. He could hear Liu Hui's heels disappear behind the women's restroom door, followed by the sound of a stall door closing and the crisp click of the lock. His phone vibrated. Qin Ming looked down, the screen displaying: "Condition triggered, executing." He held his breath, straining his ears. A muffled gasp came from the women's restroom, short and sharp, as if something had suddenly been stuffed into her mouth. Then came the dull thud of a body hitting the stall door. Qin Ming imagined the scene inside: Liu Hui had just locked the door and turned around, only to be bound by ropes, a spherical object forced into her mouth, and then cold metal clamps fastened to the sensitive skin of her breasts. She must be struggling against the door, unable to make a full sound, only whimpering through her nose. The duration was set for five minutes. Qin Ming stared at the countdown on his phone. Each second felt like an eternity. He could hear faint rustling sounds from inside, like fabric brushing against the stall wall. The moment the countdown hit zero, "Executing" changed to "Completed." A few seconds later, the stall door opened. Liu Hui emerged, her face pale, lips slightly swollen, her chest heaving. She walked to the sink and turned on the faucet, but didn't wash her hands, instead staring at her reflection. Qin Ming saw her discreetly unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse and glance down at her chest. Though too far to see details, he could see her quickly re-fasten her collar and the flush creeping up her earlobes. Liu Hui stood before the mirror for a long time, finally splashing cold water on her face and re-arranging her hair and clothes. As she walked out of the restroom, she was once again the capable department manager, though her steps were a little unsteady. The phone vibrated again. It was a message from Liu Hui: "Master, I'm ready. Do you need me to come over tonight?" He replied: "No, handle it yourself." Then he switched back to the bondage and restraint app, looking at the two names on the list: Liu Hui - Obedience: 100% Wang Jingru - Initialization Complete Faint singing drifted from the KTV in the distance, someone belting out: "It's all bubbles, a flash in the pan—" Qin Ming exhaled a smoke ring. Yes, all bubbles. And he was the one about to pop them. The next evening at eight, Wang Jingru collapsed on her apartment's living room floor precisely on time. The latex bodysuit crawled up from her ankles, tightly encasing every inch of her skin. She could feel the suffocating pressure as the rubber constricted, her chest squeezed, making breathing difficult. "Urgh... Haa..." She wanted to scream, but the invisible gag filled her mouth, allowing only muffled whimpers. Her hands were pulled behind her and cuffed, her ankles shackled together. She writhed on the carpet like a worm, her expensive silk nightgown bunching up. The worst was her nether regions. That thing was back—bigger, thicker than last night, and with rotating nubs. It burrowed deep into her body, beginning a slow, grinding thrust. "Mmmph...!!" Wang Jingru shook her head frantically, tears blurring her vision. Her makeup was ruined, her meticulously styled curls stuck messily to her face, completely devoid of her usual daytime elegance. Her phone vibrated on the coffee table. She struggled to move towards it, seeing a message pop up from an unknown number: "Crawl over and answer the phone." She froze for a few seconds, then realized it was Qin Ming. A wave of humiliation washed over her, but she still reached for the phone with her chin, like a dog, dragging it in front of her. A video call request popped up. She nudged the answer button with her nose. Qin Ming's face appeared on the screen. He seemed to be in a dingy rental room, wearing a tank top and holding a beer. "Good evening, class beauty," he said, taking a drink. "The outfit fits well." Wang Jingru wanted to curse him, but the gag left her with only "Mmmph" sounds. "Oh, I forgot you can't speak," Qin Ming said, tapping on his phone. The gag disappeared. Wang Jingru gasped for air, "Qin Ming, you're insane! Let me go! I'm calling the police—" Before she could finish, the vibrator in her nether regions suddenly accelerated. The intense stimulation made her body jolt, then fall back. "Call them," Qin Ming's voice was calm. "Should I help you dial 110? But before they connect..." he paused, "I'll turn this up to the highest setting, and put it on speaker. Let the police hear how our class beauty moans." Wang Jingru's face instantly turned ashen. The vibrator slowed down, becoming a torturous, gentle throb. Always just shy of climax, yet always just shy. "Please... please..." "Stop... I can't take it anymore..." "Can't take it already?" Qin Ming chuckled. "Weren't you quite talkative at the KTV yesterday? 'Hick,' 'car salesman,' 'can't afford rent'..." He repeated her words, one by one. "Who's more pathetic now, Director Wang?" Wang Jingru was speechless. The toy inside her body intensified its rhythm again, and she arched her neck, gasping for breath. "You can make me stop," Qin Ming said. "Answer a few questions." She nodded desperately. Qin Ming stood by the path in the misty morning park, his hood pulled up, fingers sliding across his phone screen. Last night, he had spent some of his points to unlock Chu Yue's detailed address and morning jogging route. He had then used all his remaining points to purchase a set of simulation devices. Now, her profile was established on the app, pre-set with a military-grade invisible restraint system: From a ball gag, magnetic cuffs on her wrists, electronic shackles on her ankles, to alloy leg cuffs around her mid-thighs, and even a vibrating chastity belt, all devices were currently in standby mode, awaiting activation. Chu Yue ran out of the mist, her steps steady. Her army-green sports vest was soaked with sweat, clinging to her firm muscles, her short hair swaying gently with her rhythm. When she was still thirty meters away from Qin Ming, he pressed the activation button. Chu Yue's running body suddenly trembled, her right leg stiffened abruptly, and she stumbled forward due to inertia. However, her core strength was exceptional, and her left leg instantly exerted force to stabilize her, preventing her from falling. She simply stopped in place, looking down at her thighs. There was nothing there, yet she clearly felt cold, hard metal tightly locking her mid-thighs, forcing her legs together. She tried to raise her hands for balance but found her wrists already cuffed behind her back by invisible magnetic restraints, rendering her completely immobile. What shocked her even more was the sudden sensation of metal closing around her lower body. A completely invisible chastity belt was snugly locked around her private parts, its hard metal pressing against her skin, leaving only fine ventilation holes. At this moment, the vibration module inside the chastity belt began to operate at its lowest frequency, like a miniature motor gently buzzing within her body. Chu Yue took a deep breath and looked around. The elderly people doing Tai Chi in the morning jogged slowly, and the dog walkers didn't even glance her way. The entire world seemed to be the only one who could feel this non-existent set of torture devices. This disconnect between reality and perception made her doubt herself for the first time. She tried to take a step, but the leg cuffs restricted the stride length, forcing her to move in awkward, small steps. With every step, the chastity belt would rub against sensitive areas, and the vibration frequency would subtly change. She wanted to speak, but her throat felt blocked, unable to produce a complete sound. Qin Ming stood in the shadows of the trees twenty meters away, watching her struggle. Every time Chu Yue tried to break free, he increased the pressure coefficient of the restraints by one level. When she adjusted the leg cuffs' restraint strength to level five, Chu Yue finally knelt on the ground, sweat trickling down her neck into her collar. She gritted her teeth and looked up, her gaze sweeping around like a knife. It finally settled in Qin Ming's direction. Despite the hood, she had locked onto the suspicious figure with her soldier's intuition. Qin Ming didn't hide; instead, he took a few steps closer, stopping five meters away from her. Then, he mouthed silently, "Instructor Chu, do you like this gift?" Chu Yue's pupils contracted sharply. He knew her name and that she had been an instructor, which meant this was no accident. She tried to stand up, but the leg cuffs suddenly tightened to level seven, the cold metal feeling as if it would crush her bones. Simultaneously, the chastity belt's vibration jumped to the medium setting, a continuous hum emanating from within her, causing her abdomen to twitch. Qin Ming took out his phone and quickly operated it, activating the chastity belt's temperature adjustment module. The alloy lining began to slowly heat up, from cool to warm, and then to a scorching heat close to body temperature. This sensation of simulated body temperature originating from metal gave Chu Yue goosebumps all over. She finally managed to squeeze a muffled syllable from her throat: "You... what..." Qin Ming squatted down and said in a voice only they could hear, "I'm here to teach you something – even the strongest soldier can be captured one day." With that, he pressed the preset program, and all the restraints simultaneously entered "Adaptive Training Mode": the leg cuffs would automatically adjust their tightness every ten seconds, making it impossible for her to adapt. The cuffs behind her back randomly changed their fixed angles, forcing her to constantly adjust her center of gravity. The chastity belt vibrated with irregular pulses, sometimes as gentle as a feather brushing past, other times as violent as an electric shock. Chu Yue knelt on the ground, her body trembling slightly from the continuous stimulation, but she refused to let out a single moan. She just stared at Qin Ming with those eagle-like eyes, devoid of fear, filled only with burning rage and... a hint of thoroughly ignited competitive spirit. Qin Ming smiled with satisfaction; this was exactly what he wanted. The first step in taming a wild horse is to make it aware of the reins. He stood up, leaving behind his final words: "I'll be back tomorrow at the same time. If you try to escape, the restraints will be activated for twenty-four hours." Ten minutes after Qin Ming left, all the restraints on Chu Yue disappeared. She looked in the direction Qin Ming had gone, her eyes shooting out a terrifying cold glint. At two in the morning, Qin Ming was awakened from his sleep by a military-grade rope. The rough nylon cord, tied with terrifying professionalism, instantly bound his entire body. It spiraled upwards from his ankles, a knot tied with deadly precision at each turn. His wrists were cuffed behind his back and secured with a rope bridge, the cord continuing to wrap around his shoulders and neck, forming a lethal noose. Any struggle would tighten it around his throat. Chu Yue stood by the bed, dressed in a black, form-fitting combat suit. Her eyes, in the moonlight, were as cold as ice. She leaned down, pressing her knee onto Qin Ming's chest, and pinched his chin, forcing him to look up. Her voice was low, but every word dripped with murderous intent: "You thought those charades could trap me?" Qin Ming tried to cry for help, but the rope choked him, leaving him only with gasping sounds. Chu Yue drew a military dagger from her waist, its icy blade sliding slowly along his carotid artery. "I looked into you—Qin Ming, car salesman, living in this dump of a rental. Her blade tip moved lower, slicing through Qin Ming's pajamas, exposing his chest. "Now tell me, what was that thing this morning? If you don't, I'll use this knife to make a few cuts on you that won't kill you, but will hurt like hell." Qin Ming shook his head desperately, but Chu Yue suddenly struck his lower ribs with the hilt of the knife. It hit the solar plexus with pinpoint accuracy. The intense pain made his vision blacken, but the rope was too tight for him to even twitch. Chu Yue leaned close to his ear. "I was a special forces soldier for eight years. I've interrogated more people than you've ever met. You have three seconds." She began to count down: "Three, two—" Before "one" could be uttered, Chu Yue's hand holding the knife froze mid-air. She felt a chilling metal spread from her wrist, not invisible, but tangible, visible black alloy handcuffs clicking shut. Immediately, her ankles were shackled with similar material, the chain length allowing her only a ten-centimeter stride. Before she could react, heavy leg cuffs clamped around her mid-thighs, forcing her legs together. But what shocked her most was a gleaming metal chastity belt appearing around her waist. The alloy piece at the front locked precisely over her private parts, while the rear part, an anal plug, automatically inserted itself. The intricate internal mechanism began to whir, emitting a faint hum. Chu Yue abruptly looked down at the restraints on her body, then back up at Qin Ming, who was bound on the bed. Though his face was pale from the rope, his eyes held no fear, only a mocking glint. Qin Ming managed a strained smile, his voice hoarse from the pressure of the rope. "Instructor Chu... you thought I wouldn't expect you?" Before he finished speaking, Chu Yue felt the vibrator inside the chastity belt suddenly jump to its highest setting. The intense stimulation made her legs buckle, and she dropped to one knee, her knife clattering to the floor. Simultaneously, a hidden door slid open silently in the wall behind her. It wasn't a wall at all, but an alloy cabinet disguised as one, neatly displaying a variety of real restraint devices: from cages forged from solid steel to electric collars, from multi-axis torture racks to enema equipment connected to tubes. Each piece was polished to a gleam. The ropes on Qin Ming suddenly loosened. The seemingly ordinary nylon cords were woven with nanothreads, now retracting at some unseen command. He moved his wrists, which were raw from the rope burns, and sat up, looking at Chu Yue, who knelt on the ground, heavily shackled. "When I investigated you, I knew. Retired military, special forces background, top-tier counter-reconnaissance skills. How could you be so foolish as to be the prey?" He got out of bed and walked towards her, his foot landing on the military dagger. "So, I prepared Plan B in advance." Chu Yue gritted her teeth, trying to break free, but the locking mechanism of the alloy cuffs was military-grade. Without a key, they were impossible to open. The vibrations within the chastity belt were already causing her abdomen to cramp. Qin Ming squatted down to her eye level, his finger gently touching the collar around her neck. When had that been put on? Chu Yue hadn't noticed at all. "This collar," Qin Ming said, "is connected to your carotid artery and a heart monitor. If you attempt to remove it violently, it will release enough electricity to make you pass out." He stood up and walked to the alloy cabinet, retrieving a long steel lead rod. With a click, he attached the locking head to the ring in front of Chu Yue's collar. "Now, Instructor Chu, let's reintroduce ourselves. I am Qin Ming, the master of this game. And you..." He gently pulled the lead rod, forcing her head up. "...are my new collection..." Chu Yue was forced to tilt her head back, the moonlight illuminating her face, a mixture of humiliation and rage. She could feel the anal plug in her rear slowly rotating, the alloy piece locking her vulva beginning to heat up. And Qin Ming stood before her, appraising her cuffed body with an appreciative gaze. Qin Ming tugged the lead rod, and Chu Yue was forced to follow him to the center of the room. There, the floor slid open, revealing a heavy, solid steel torture rack, covered in adjustable restraints and electrode contacts. These were all scene customizations he had redeemed with points on an app. Qin Ming unhooked the lead rod from her collar and, instead, cuffed her wrists to the high steel rings on either side of the rack. This position forced her onto her tiptoes, her entire weight hanging from her wrists, her chest pushed forward. Then he squatted down and threaded the chain of her ankle restraints through the locking buckle at the bottom of the rack, clicking it shut, spreading her legs into a wide 'X'. Chu Yue gritted her teeth, refusing to make a sound, but sweat had already soaked through her combat suit, outlining her beautiful muscle lines. Qin Ming walked to the alloy cabinet and took out a pair of nipple clamps with micro-vibrating motors. The inner surface of the clamps had fine anti-slip teeth. He gently pried them open and clamped them onto her already erect nipples. The anti-slip teeth instantly bit into her flesh. Chu Yue let out a muffled groan, her body involuntarily arching, but the wrist restraints immediately limited her movement. "This is just the beginning," Qin Ming said, then retrieved a metal dildo about thirty centimeters long, its shaft covered in spiral protrusions. He squatted in front of her, using the tip to push open the pre-designed port on the front of the chastity belt. Then, he slowly inserted it. Chu Yue threw her head back and let out a suppressed roar, her body trembling violently on the rack. As the metal rod rotated and advanced, each spiral protrusion grinding against her internal sensitive points, her abdomen spasmed. Once completed, Qin Ming locked the metal rod with the chastity belt and began to activate its functions one by one: the nipple clamps' vibration frequency was set to medium, the metal rod began to pulse and rotate irregularly, and simultaneously, several small silicone tentacles extended from the rear anal plug, slowly stroking and scraping the intestinal walls. Chu Yue's breathing became completely erratic. She glared fiercely at Qin Ming, her killing intent almost palpable, yet her body responded honestly. Sweat dripped from her chin, and clear bodily fluids seeped from the gap in the chastity belt between her legs, mixing with the lubricant from the metal rod, forming a small puddle on the floor. Qin Ming was in no hurry. He walked to the wall and opened a hidden refrigeration unit, taking out a box of ice. He returned to Chu Yue, picked up a piece, and slowly slid it down her taut abdominal muscles. The cold from the ice caused her muscles to spasm, and the extreme contrast between the heat within her body and the cold of the ice created an intense sensory conflict. When the ice reached her crotch and touched the metal plate on the outside of the chastity belt, Chu Yue finally let out a short scream, but it was muffled by the gag. It was a metal ball gag with raised particles on the inside. Chu Yue could only let out muffled whimpers, while Qin Ming had already initiated the next stage of her training. He took two pairs of electric toe clips from the alloy cabinet and attached them to her big toes, then adjusted the current to the lowest setting. The mild electrical stimulation caused her entire body's muscles to twitch involuntarily, while the metal rod inside simultaneously increased its rotation speed. Time ticked by, and the devices on Chu Yue's body operated at full power for two hours. The nipple clamps had made her nipples swollen and purple. The metal rod had drawn a large amount of cloudy fluid from her body. The anal plug's tentacles had slightly everted her anus. The continuous spasms from the electric shocks had left her muscles weak and sore. Her eyes remained defiant, but her body had reached its limit: her heart rate exceeded 180, her body temperature soared to 39 degrees Celsius, and she was drenched in sweat as if she had just emerged from water. Qin Ming checked the monitoring data and finally pressed the red button on the master control switch. All devices instantly switched to maximum power. The nipple clamps' vibration became high-frequency trembling, the metal rod began to thrust back and forth frantically, the anal plug's tentacles extended to their maximum length simultaneously, and the electric shock current jumped to the edge of the safety threshold. Chu Yue's body arched violently on the rack like a drawn bow. Her eyeballs rolled upwards, and a deathly gurgling sound came from her throat. After a full three minutes, her body went limp, her head drooped—she had completely fainted. Qin Ming turned off all the equipment and released her restraints, carrying her limp body to the bed. He stood by the bedside, looking at the woman whose muscles still twitched involuntarily even in her unconscious state, and whispered, "Willpower: 100 points. But the body... is ultimately just flesh." The sky outside began to whiten, signaling the start of a new day. Yet, Chu Yue's training had only just completed its first lesson. Qin Ming turned to clean the bodily fluids from the rack. Before acquiring this app, he had indeed rehearsed this scenario thousands of times in his mind. Now, he finally had the opportunity to put it into practice. And the results were even better than he had imagined. When Chu Yue awoke, she was sprawled on the bed like a dog. Her forearms were bent against her upper arms, bound together by leather straps, her elbows propping her up on the bed. Her lower legs were similarly folded against her thighs, secured by leather restraints, with only her knees touching the ground. At this moment, she resembled a canine, her body supported solely by the elbows and knees of her limbs. The gag in her mouth had been replaced by a speculum, her teeth clamped around a circular iron ring, her tongue protruding through it. Before she could even react, she felt her mouth being completely filled by a thick, hard cock. The shaft pushed deep into her throat, triggering an instinctive gag reflex. However, the speculum held her jaw firmly in place, suppressing even the urge to vomit. She could only be forced to wrap her tongue around the musky shaft, saliva mixing with her own fluids and dripping continuously from the corners of her mouth. She tried to struggle, but the bent and bound position of her limbs made her like a true bitch, able to support herself only on her elbows and knees. Every attempt to lift her head only drove the cock deeper into her mouth. Qin Ming stood before her, one hand pressing the back of her head, slowly thrusting in and out of her mouth, while the other held his phone, recording her current pathetic state. The screen displayed her heart rate soaring to 160, her pupils dilated – a physiological response of mixed fear and humiliation. After ten minutes of fellatio, Qin Ming withdrew his fully engorged cock, now coated in her saliva and tears. He walked behind Chu Yue, using his glans to pry open her slightly swollen and reddened labia, a result of the previous training, and thrust deep inside. Chu Yue's body arched violently, a muffled groan escaping her throat. But Qin Ming didn't pause. He grabbed the roots of her thighs, bound by the straps, and began to thrust, each stroke hitting her cervix. This position rendered Chu Yue completely defenseless. She was like an insect pinned to the bed, forced to endure the man's frenzied assault from behind. The distending fullness within her and the friction of the cock against her sensitive points intertwined, almost shutting down her brain. As he thrust, Qin Ming leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Instructor Chu, your body is far more honest than your mouth. It's already soaked." Indeed, her nether regions were a mess. Each impact produced a squelching sound. Chu Yue closed her eyes, attempting to employ the same concentration techniques she used during military interrogation to ignore the physical sensations and focus solely on her breathing. But Qin Ming seemed to read her mind. He suddenly increased the pace of his thrusts, simultaneously reaching down to tease her exposed clitoris. The triple stimulation shattered her hard-won focus in an instant. Her body involuntarily began to reciprocate his movements, her abdomen spasming as she experienced a humiliating orgasm. Qin Ming ejaculated within her contractions, his scalding semen flooding her womb. He then withdrew his still-hard cock. Semen mixed with her arousal slowly trickled from her swollen, reddened cunt, dripping onto the bed. Without releasing her restraints, he turned to fetch a damp towel and began to clean the mess between her legs. Chu Yue lay limp on the sheets, her body still trembling slightly. After cleaning her, Qin Ming patted her buttocks, left the room, and locked the door. Chu Yue remained alone, bound in the doggy-style position, the cold speculum still in her mouth, the lingering ache of violation in her body. What was even more despairing was that during the orgasm, she had actually felt a pleasure she had never experienced before. That sense of utter submission, of being freed from thought, began to erode her once-proud will like a poison. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, warming her body. Time ticked by, her limbs growing sore, her jaw numb from the prolonged use of the speculum, her nether regions still throbbing. But all these discomforts paled in comparison to the dawning realization in her heart: she might… truly be utterly destroyed by this man, in this most primal and effective way. Tears flowed silently, mixing with her saliva and dripping onto the bedsheets. Behind the surveillance camera, Qin Ming watched her tears on the screen and smiled faintly. He knew that the hardest shell had just cracked open. Now, all that was needed was patience, to pry it open, little by little. By 3 PM, Chu Yue's limb muscles began to twitch uncontrollably. Supporting her body on her elbows and knees for over six hours had caused her joints to swell and ache to the point of numbness. The leather restraints had dug deeply into her flesh, and restricted blood circulation had turned her extremities purple. The speculum in her mouth made her jaw joints feel as if they would dislocate. Her tongue, exposed to the air for so long, had become dry and cracked, her saliva long gone, leaving only a burning sting. But more torturous than the physical pain was the mental torment: she was sprawled on the bed like a real dog, her buttocks still slightly parted from the previous intercourse, filling her with a maddening shame. At 4 PM, Qin Ming pushed the door open, holding a bowl of warm water. He knelt before her and carefully brought the water to her lips. Chu Yue instinctively swallowed. The moment her parched throat was moistened, she felt a shameful flicker of gratitude, a realization that made her stomach churn. After feeding her water, Qin Ming did not release her restraints. Instead, he took out a tube of ointment and meticulously applied it to her wrists and the backs of her knees, where the skin had been broken by the straps. "Does it hurt?" Chu Yue couldn't answer, only managing a muffled whimper from her throat. After applying the ointment, Qin Ming's fingers slowly traced her spine, stopping between her still slightly swollen buttocks. "This needs ointment too." Saying this, he squeezed the cream onto his finger and slowly inserted it into her anus. The area, already stretched by the anal plug, was now terrifyingly sensitive. Chu Yue trembled all over, but Qin Ming merely applied the ointment with meticulous care, without any extraneous movements. After applying the medication, he patted her buttocks. "Hold on for two more hours." The room door closed again. Chu Yue closed her eyes, tears flowing once more. This time, however, they were not tears of humiliation, but of confusion. After a two-second silence, her brief reply came: "Okay." An hour later, a black sedan pulled into the villa's garage. Gu Qingyan alighted alone, still clad in the white robe, with a beige trench coat draped over it. The restraints on her wrists and ankles, along with the neck ring, were hidden beneath her clothing, only the faint blue indicator lights peeking subtly from her cuffs and collar. She looked up at the three-story modern villa. Qin Ming greeted her at the entrance, not in a lab coat, but in simple black loungewear, appearing more like the owner of the place than a doctor. "Come in." He stepped aside, letting her enter. Gu Qingyan stepped into the foyer, where everything exuded warmth, a stark contrast to the oppressive elegance of Yunqi Villa. She quietly followed Qin Ming up the spiral staircase to the second floor. The second floor had no bedrooms, no study, only a vast, open space of nearly three hundred square meters, all knocked into one. The moment Gu Qingyan stepped into this space, her body involuntarily trembled. This was the studio, or rather, the playhouse, that Qin Ming had purchased and renovated with funds from the APP rewards. The entire space was dominated by deep gray and dark red. The walls were covered in sound-absorbing panels, and the floor was warm, non-slip composite material. The entire left wall was lined with equipment racks, categorized by material and function. Dozens of coils of professional ropes of varying thicknesses and colors (Japanese hemp, velvet, leather) hung above. The middle shelves were arranged with various metal restraints (handcuffs, shackles, neck rings, waist locks, fingerless gloves). The lower shelves were dedicated to leather goods (full body suits, split restraints, gags, blindfolds, gloves). The right wall was fixed with various large-scale devices. An X-shaped restraint frame with adjustable angles, a carousel covered in black leather, an automatic cannon with multiple robotic arms, a bondage swing suspended on a ceiling track, and even a medical table resembling a gynecological examination bed, complete with a full set of restraints. In the center of the room was a circular, slightly sunken platform, covered in deep red velvet, surrounded by movable spotlights. Gu Qingyan stood at the doorway, her body trembling slightly, not from fear, but from a tremor mixed with awe, bewilderment, and... a nascent anticipation. She gazed at the space, at the instruments glinting coldly under the lights, her throat moved, but no sound came out. Qin Ming walked up behind her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. "Welcome to your new home." His voice whispered by her ear: "Everything here is prepared to make you whole." He untied the sash of her robe, letting the garment slide to the floor. Her pale body was exposed to the air. Qin Ming took her hand and led her towards the circular platform in the center of the room. As they reached the edge of the platform, Qin Ming stopped, turned, and faced her. "Today's treatment is simple. I will use everything here to bind you, to stimulate you, until your personalities fully merge, until you acknowledge from soul to body—you belong here, you belong to me." He raised his hand, pointing to the ceiling. "The process may be long, and it will be arduous. Are you ready?" Gu Qingyan looked up, meeting his eyes. After a long moment, she slowly nodded: "...Okay." The treatment began with basic restraints. Qin Ming bypassed the more complex equipment, taking down a coil of deep red velvet rope from the wall. The rope felt soft to the touch, but was incredibly strong. He had her kneel in the center of the circular platform and began to wrap it around her from behind. The rope looped over her shoulders, crossing at her chest to form an intricate diamond pattern, then wound down around her waist and abdomen, tied at the base of her thighs, then separated to bind her legs, and finally secured at her ankles. Qin Ming's technique was excellent; the velvet rope perfectly conformed to her body's curves, providing a secure restraint while also resembling an exquisite work of art. Gu Qingyan kept her eyes closed throughout, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid, her body trembling slightly beneath the embrace of the ropes. When the last rope was tightened, her entire body was bound tightly, but her arms and legs were not tied together. Qin Ming picked up a leather gag, not a standard model, but a high-end one with a built-in vibration module and temperature control. He gently pried open her jaw and inserted the gag, securing the strap behind her head. The moment the gag was activated, Gu Qingyan immediately let out a muffled whimper. "Now, we need deeper stimulation." He walked to the equipment rack and retrieved a pair of nipple clamps with suction cups and electric shock functions, attaching them to her already erect nipples. He then picked up the familiar clitoral vibrator and placed it between her legs, but this time, he adjusted the settings. The vibration intensity was set to medium, but random electrical pulses were added, with the intensity and duration of each shock unpredictable. Gu Qingyan's body began to react violently. Her torso writhed uncontrollably, her fingers grasping and kneading her bound, erect breasts. Qin Ming activated the robotic arms beneath the platform. Four metal arms rose from the floor, tipped with soft restraints, which clamped onto her wrists and ankles, slowly lifting her into a kneeling position until her body was suspended, with only her knees and elbows lightly touching the ground. This posture exposed all her sensitive areas and completely stripped her of any remaining ability to move independently. Qin Ming then walked to the control console and pressed a button. The lights in the room dimmed, leaving only the spotlights focused on her body. Simultaneously, all the devices activated in unison: the gag's vibration was set to high frequency, the nipple clamps began to alternately suck and shock, and the clitoral vibrator entered a mode designed to induce orgasm, with alternating vibrations and thrusts, accompanied by intermittent electrical shocks. Gu Qingyan screamed, emitting continuous "woo woo" sounds, her body struggling frantically, but held firmly by the robotic arms, appearing utterly helpless. A few more days passed, and Su Jin brought out a small metal box. Upon opening it, a set of gleaming stainless steel restraints was revealed: knee braces with locking clasps, elbow cuffs, a spinal immobilization strap, and a head restraint with a neck collar. She pushed him to the ground and fastened them onto him, one by one. Once the knee braces were locked, his legs could only bend at a ninety-degree angle, rendering him unable to stand. Next came the elbow cuffs, forcibly folding and securing his forearms. The spinal strap extended from the base of his neck to his tailbone, compelling his back to remain perpetually arched. Finally, the head restraint was applied. The neck collar locked around his throat, and a nasal hook at the front pierced his nostrils, pulling his head upwards. This forced his mouth open, into which a bone-shaped silicone gag was inserted. Throughout the process, Qin Ming allowed himself to be manipulated. When the last restraint clicked shut, he had utterly lost his human form. Now, he could only lie on all fours, his knees and elbows restricted by the metal braces. Movement meant shuffling forward on these joints, his back arched, head tilted back, saliva constantly dripping from the holes of the bone gag. Su Jin squatted down, gently stroking the metal ring at the back of his neck. Her voice was soft, "This is how you should be." Then, she unfastened the triangular chastity device. His penis hung limply, dark indentations from the metal rings still visible on its surface, his testicles slightly swollen from engorgement. Su Jin inspected him, nodded with satisfaction, and then took out the last two items from the box: a metal butt plug, twenty centimeters long, its shaft carved with spiral patterns, and a base connected to a realistic black dog tail. And a lighter penile lock, consisting of a single ring that clasped the base, allowing urination but completely inhibiting erection. She coated the metal butt plug with lubricant and, aiming for his anus, already stretched by the rubber plug, slowly pushed it in. The cold metal was more aggressive than rubber. The spiral grooves twisted, stretching his intestinal walls, bringing a sharp pleasure mixed with a dull ache. Qin Ming's body trembled violently within the restraints, but the metal frame limited his struggles, allowing only muffled whimpers. When the butt plug was fully inserted, its base flush against his buttocks, Su Jin adjusted the locking clasp, letting the tail hang naturally, swaying gently with his movements. Finally, she locked the penis ring and patted his rear, "Go on, crawl around the room." Qin Ming lay on the floor. Although extreme humiliation blurred his vision with tears, he still moved his knees and elbows. The metal restraints scraped against the floor with a harsh sound. The tail swung comically behind him, and the nasal hook tugged at his nostrils, increasing his degradation. He crawled like a real dog on the cold concrete floor, while Su Jin sat on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine, smiling as she admired her creation. His phone was still on the coffee table, closer to him now, only three meters away. But he no longer had the right to lunge for it. He could only crawl, awkwardly and slowly, the tail swaying behind his buttocks. Su Jin suddenly spoke, "Do you want your phone?" Qin Ming froze, shaking his head desperately, letting out a submissive whimper from his throat. Su Jin laughed, finishing her wine in a gulp. "So smart. You know what happens if you move around." She stood up and left, the vibration of the iron door closing echoing through the floor. Qin Ming lay alone in the darkness, the cold metal restraints against his skin, the plug in his rear sliding slightly with each breath. Qin Ming knew a tiny red light was blinking in the corner of the ceiling – a high-definition camera installed by Su Jin. She was likely upstairs in her bedroom right now, watching the basement feed on her phone. He lay on the floor, the metal restraints forcing his limbs into a canine posture. The bone gag blocked his mouth, the nasal hook pulled at his nostrils, and the tail hung behind him. Every slight movement caused the metal butt plug in his rear to rub against his prostate, bringing waves of pleasure. Qin Ming forced himself not to think about the phone, not to look towards the coffee table. He just crawled slowly, like a real dog, occasionally rubbing his face against the cold concrete floor, emitting soft, submissive whimpers. This was a performance he had perfected over the past few days. He had to make Su Jin believe he had completely surrendered, that he had accepted his identity as a pet. As expected, Su Jin's voice came from the speaker, transmitted through a tiny speaker hidden in his neck collar, "Turn around three times, then lie down and rest." Her voice held a hint of lazy satisfaction. Qin Ming obediently turned three times, his tail swaying comically with the rotation, then his limbs went limp, and he collapsed onto the floor, resting his chin on his front paws. This was the resting posture Su Jin had taught him. Water sounds came from upstairs; Su Jin was taking a bath. Qin Ming lay there, eyes half-closed, but his ears perked. He could hear the running water for twelve minutes, then the opening of a door, footsteps heading towards the bed, the mattress creaking, and then... silence. She was watching the monitor. He knew the routine. After playing with him enough, she would shower, then lie on the bed, pick up her phone, and watch him on the monitor. Sometimes she would issue commands through the speaker, like "Lick your paws" or "Wag your tail," and he had to obey. She usually watched for twenty to thirty minutes, then fell asleep. Tonight, the water had stopped twenty-five minutes ago, and the collar had remained silent. Qin Ming carefully adjusted his position, the metal braces clinking softly. He froze immediately, waiting for ten seconds – no reaction. She might have fallen asleep, but he couldn't move yet. He had to wait longer. After another thirty minutes or so, Qin Ming finally began to act. He slowly lifted his head. The metal ring around his neck restricted his angle, but it was enough for him to see the coffee table. The phone was still there, screen down, next to the half-finished glass of red wine. It was about three and a half meters from his lying position. He had to crawl there. But the design of the restraints allowed him to move only by alternating his knees and elbows, with small movements that produced a continuous metallic scraping sound. He gritted his teeth and started to move. First step: dragging his elbows forward, knees following. His tail swung gently with the movement. Though not loud, it sounded exceptionally loud in the silent basement. He stopped, waited five seconds. No movement from upstairs. Second step, third step... every meter was like torture. The metal braces rubbed against his skin, the plug in his rear chafed his prostate, bringing waves of pleasure. His penis had become erect again, but it was tightly bound by the restraints. But his mind held only one image: unlock the phone, open the app, activate all the prepared countermeasures, and then... make Su Jin taste what it was like to be a dog. Su Xiaotang frowned as she entered the room, but quickly adjusted her expression, feigning innocence. "Uncle Lu, it's... so strange here." Qin Ming locked the door, then walked to the bed and pulled several coils of hemp rope, leather restraints, a gag, an eye mask, and several strangely shaped sex toys from the nightstand drawer, tossing them all onto the waterbed. Mixed in with the hemp rope was a coil of a slightly darker color – the Heart-Eater Rope. Su Xiaotang's pupils contracted slightly as she looked at the items, but her face quickly flushed. She lowered her head, twisting her fingers, and said with a mix of shyness and anticipation, "Uncle Lu... so you like this..." She even walked to the bedside and picked up a coil of hemp rope, playing with it in her hand. Her eyes shyly flickered towards Qin Ming. "I... I've never tried it, but for Uncle Lu... I can learn." Her acting was superb, portraying a girl who was both afraid and eager to please her sugar daddy with uncanny realism. Qin Ming walked up to her, reached out, and lifted her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. Su Xiaotang felt a chill in her heart under his gaze, but she forced herself to put on a slightly ingratiating smile. Qin Ming released her hand and said calmly, "Take it off yourself, then lie down." Su Xiaotang bit her lip, seeming to hesitate for a moment, then turned her back and slowly unzipped her dress. The white lace dress slid to the floor, revealing a matching set of lingerie underneath. The lace bra barely contained her astonishingly full breasts, her waist was slender enough to be held in one hand, her hips were round and perky, and her legs were straight and long. She truly possessed the assets to drive most men wild. She shyly covered her chest with her arms and slowly lay down on the waterbed, which dipped slightly under her weight. Qin Ming picked up the Heart-Eater Rope and walked to the bedside, kneeling on the mattress. The rocking of the waterbed caused Su Xiaotang's body to sway slightly. She watched the rope in Qin Ming's hand, a flicker of almost imperceptible triumph in her eyes. It seemed this fool was not only lustful but also had peculiar fetishes. When the organization stormed in later, they would capture images of her being bound and humiliated, providing irrefutable evidence, and he would have no choice but to comply. She even proactively brought her hands together behind her back and offered them to Qin Ming, her eyes innocent yet tinged with nervousness. "Uncle Lu... be gentle, I'm afraid of pain." Qin Ming didn't reply. He simply used the rope to loop around her wrists and began to bind them. His technique seemed casual, but each knot was cleverly tied, employing specific joint and ligament manipulation techniques from柔术 (Rōjūtsu - a Japanese martial art) that targeted pressure points. It appeared loose, but in reality, any struggle would only tighten it, making it extremely difficult to escape using bone manipulation or Rōjūtsu. Su Xiaotang initially cooperated, adjusting her posture to be bound more "correctly." However, when Qin Ming bound her ankles together and connected them to her wrists behind her back, forming an extremely awkward "four horses pulling a cart" position, she finally sensed something was wrong. This kind of binding wasn't for foreplay; it was to completely restrict her movement. She tried to subtly move her wrists, but the rope remained motionless, instead tightening further. Her heart sank, but she maintained a pitiful expression. "Uncle Lu... it's so tight, can you loosen it a bit?" Qin Ming ignored her. He picked up the gag and stuffed it into her mouth, then fastened the leather strap behind her head. He then picked up the eye mask and covered her eyes. Finally, he took out several vibrators and a dildo, placing them seemingly randomly on her body without turning them on. Su Xiaotang's vision plunged into darkness, her mouth filled with a foreign object, her breathing becoming heavy. She was starting to panic. She had sent the signal for the sting operation to her organization, why was there no response? She tried to twist her wrists again, but the rope tightened like a living thing, causing her bones to ache. A sense of foreboding washed over her. Just then, Qin Ming's voice sounded in her ear, very close. "Waiting for your companions?" Su Xiaotang's body stiffened abruptly. "The shared location was only sent to where we left the restaurant," Qin Ming continued, his voice as calm as if he were stating a fact. "This hotel, and this room, do not exist on the Hive's map." He paused, his finger lightly tracing the red marks on her ankle left by the rope. "The tracker on you has been disabled for a long time. Now, you can call out to heaven and earth, but no one will hear you." Each word struck her like a hammer blow. She finally understood that she had fallen into a trap from the very beginning. All those seemingly foolish acts of generosity, those passionate performances, were all a pretense. This man's target was her! Fear washed over her like a tide. Even more intense than fear was her anger and the shame of being tricked. She began to struggle frantically, the waterbed shaking violently, trying to break free from the ropes, trying to use the escape techniques her organization had trained her in to slip out of the knots. But Qin Ming's binding techniques were too cunning, specifically designed to target joints and ligaments with anti-joint manipulation. The more she struggled, the tighter the ropes became, causing tearing pain in her joints. All she could emit from her mouth were muffled groans. Qin Ming watched her writhe futilely on the waterbed, like a moth caught in a spider's web. When she finally exhausted her strength and lay there panting, he reached out and removed her eye mask. The sudden light made Su Xiaotang squint. After a moment of adjustment, she glared at Qin Ming, her usually clear and innocent almond-shaped eyes now filled with terror, tears and saliva mixing and dripping from the edges of the gag. Qin Ming slowly leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Was the Hive's mission for you to seduce, steal secrets, or extort?" Su Xiaotang turned her face away, refusing to answer. Qin Ming wasn't in a hurry. He reached out and pressed the switch on one of the vibrators on her body. A buzzing sound began. The vibrator pressed against her lower abdomen, its vibration not intense, but under the extreme tension and fear, it felt like an electric current coursing through her spine. Su Xiaotang's body trembled. Qin Ming pressed the second one, placing it on the inside of her thigh. Then the third, against her chest. The three vibrators pulsed simultaneously, their buzzing particularly clear in the quiet room. Su Xiaotang's body began to tremble uncontrollably, not from pleasure, but from humiliation and panic. She knew this was just the beginning. This man was far more terrifying than she had imagined. Qin Ming watched her helpless body writhe with the vibrations, watched her eyes consumed by fear, and reached out to gently caress the tear tracks on her cheek. "From now on, you belong to me. The Hive can't save you..." Su Xiaotang's struggles instantly ceased, as if all her strength had been drained. She widened her eyes, looking at Qin Ming in disbelief. Tears flowed more fiercely, and her whimpers turned into desperate pleas. Qin Ming knew that his last sentence had shattered her final defenses. Qin Ming sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and quietly watched her weep in despair. Amidst the swirling smoke, he opened his phone app and brought up Su Xiaotang's profile. The "Conquest" bar had changed from gray to 0%. Qin Ming exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze falling on Su Xiaotang's bound and immobile body. Her youthful, full form writhed under the restraints, presenting a fragile, vulnerable beauty. Half an hour later, Su Xiaotang was sobbing uncontrollably, tormented by the vibrators. Qin Ming slowly and deliberately removed his clothes, revealing his muscular body and the thick, erect penis already standing at attention between his legs, its size terrifying. Su Xiaotang was bound in the "four horses pulling a cart" position on the waterbed. Her vision was blurred by tears, but she could still see the approaching, monstrous appendage. Her eyes widened in terror, and she let out muffled groans from her throat. Her body trembled violently, her limbs, held tight by the ropes, struggling in vain, unable to move an inch. Qin Ming knelt on the mattress, causing it to sag instantly. He leaned down, his fingers parting her wet lace panties. As his fingertips touched her soft, warm opening, he could feel her intimate parts clenching and spasming slightly. He removed the vibrator that had been placed there and tossed it aside. He gripped his thick, hard penis and slowly pushed it towards her opening. As his thick glans stretched open her tight passage, Su Xiaotang's head shot up, wanting to see how the penis was entering her body. But just then, Qin Ming's movement stopped, leaving his penis lodged in the center of her opening. Su Xiaotang seemed to glare at him, and her body actually pushed slightly towards his penis, as if wanting it to go deeper. Qin Ming smiled slightly. He was confident in his manhood. After training with the app, his penis had become extraordinary, possessing incredible stamina and a length of twenty centimeters. Most women surrendered within minutes under his assault, and this young girl beneath him would be no exception. He thrust forward forcefully, burying his entire penis deep inside. Su Xiaotang let out a muffled groan, followed by a long, seductive moan that seemed to eman from the depths of her soul. "Mmm... ugh..." The game continued for several rounds, the dice cup clattering on the coffee table, its crisp impact mingling with the women's nervous or seductive laughter echoing in the private room. With each turn of wins and losses, the "decorations" on the four women increased. Su Xiaotang was already filled with various toys, fully equipped with nipple clamps, a vibrator, and a butt plug. Her body twitched as if electrified, and she gasped for breath, leaning against the sofa. Ye Tan was also not having an easy time. A powerfully vibrating bullet vibrator was clamped to one nipple, while another small massager was inserted deep into her pussy. She bit her lip, enduring the pleasure, yet still managed to look provocatively at Qin Ming. Chu Yue and Su Jin were also fitted with nipple clamps and a clitoral clamp respectively, their bodies so sensitive that a mere touch sent shivers through them. The entire room was filled with a heavy atmosphere of lust, punctuated by the women's moans. Qin Ming watched the scene before him, a smirk playing on his lips. The time was right. He reached for the dice cup, tapped it on the coffee table, signaling a pause. "Let's change the game," he said, his voice low. "Still dice, three rounds to decide the winner. The two with the highest rolls will be tied up by me and thoroughly enjoyed by my cock." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the four women. "The two with the lowest rolls will also be tied up by their master, but—" he deliberately drew out the word, "—they won't have the privilege of being played with by their master. They'll have to continue using their toys, watching the winners get fucked to death by their master." The four women fell silent, their eyes filled with excitement, nervousness, and undisguised desire. This new rule pushed humiliation and stimulation to the extreme. The winners would gain their master's possession, while the losers would not only endure physical torment but also witness others being pleasured, a psychological disparity that was a deeper punishment in itself. The first round began. Ye Tan rolled first, sixteen points. Su Jin followed closely, nineteen points, the highest so far! Chu Yue rolled eighteen, also firmly in the lead. Finally, it was Su Xiaotang's turn. Her hands trembled as the dice landed—eight points, the lowest. In the second round, Su Xiaotang's luck improved slightly, thirteen points. Chu Yue rolled twelve. Ye Tan rolled eleven, and Qin Ming noticed her expression darken slightly. Su Jin once again excelled, rolling twenty points. The third round, the decider. Chu Yue rolled ten, Ye Tan thirteen, Su Jin nine, and Su Xiaotang seventeen points. After three rounds, the highest scores belonged to Su Jin and Su Xiaotang, with Chu Yue and Ye Tan tied for last place. Qin Ming stood up and smiled, "The results are in. The winners—Su Jin, Su Xiaotang. The two surnamed Su have won the competition. The losers—Chu Yue, Ye Tan." Su Xiaotang, hearing she had won, was stunned at first, then a look of surprise spread across her face. But thinking of being tied up and penetrated by Qin Ming in public, she blushed furiously, her legs instinctively clamping together, the vibrator in her pussy vibrating more intensely with her movements. Su Jin let out a soft sigh, a flicker of triumph in her eyes. Chu Yue and Ye Tan's faces changed. Chu Yue picked up her wine glass, taking a sip as if to conceal her emotions, her eyes fixed on Qin Ming, filled with unwillingness and a hint of disappointment. Ye Tan bit her lower lip, unable to accept that she had lost, that she would have to watch other women be pleasured by Qin Ming while she was bound and tormented by toys. "Su Jin, Tangtang, come here," Qin Ming commanded. Su Xiaotang walked over reluctantly, her face flushed. Su Jin, however, walked confidently to him and, without hesitation, removed her outer clothing, leaving only her black lace lingerie. Qin Ming started with Su Jin, skillfully tying her arms behind her back. The rope crisscrossed her chest, forming a tight chest bind that squeezed out a deep cleavage. Then came her lower body. He had Su Jin lie down, folding her legs backward, tying them tightly together, her knees pressed close, her soles touching her buttocks, forming a "four-horse tying" position. Finally, he connected the rope binding her legs to the main rope behind her back, folding her entire body and hoisting her up, suspended in the center of the room. After being hoisted, Su Jin's breasts were further accentuated by the ropes, her nipples hardening. The folded position of her legs left her private parts completely exposed. She gritted her teeth, her breathing rapid, but her eyes held a glint of excitement. Next was Su Xiaotang. Qin Ming used more complex rope techniques on her. First, a straight bind, her hands tied together behind her back. The rope passed under her armpits and knotted in front of her chest, creating a deep V-shaped indentation. Then came the leg spread, her legs parted, her ankles secured to metal rings on either side of the sofa, forming an X-shape. The toys were still in her pussy and anus, now fully exposed under the lights, with arousal fluid slowly trickling down her inner thighs. Qin Ming unzipped his pants, and his already erect cock sprang out. He approached Su Jin, grabbed one of her folded ankles with one hand, and with the other guiding his cock, he aimed for her already wet entrance. He sank his hips, his entire length disappearing inside. "Ah—!" Su Jin screamed, her head thrown back, her body writhing violently in the ropes, her pussy clenching tightly around the invading mass. Qin Ming began to thrust slowly, each stroke reaching the deepest point, the sounds of impact clearly audible in the room. Su Jin's moans grew louder, her body spasming, clearly penetrated. A few minutes later, he withdrew and moved to Su Xiaotang. She was tied in an X-shape, her legs spread, the toys still working in her pussy and anus. Qin Ming removed the bullet vibrator from her pussy, bringing with it a gush of arousal fluid, then aimed for the slick entrance and thrust forcefully. "Ugh—!" Su Xiaotang cried out from the sudden penetration, her body twisting wildly in the ropes, tears streaming down her face. But these were not tears of pain, but of collapse from extreme pleasure. Qin Ming began to pound inside her, his movements fierce, each impact causing Su Xiaotang's body to undulate like waves. As he fucked Su Xiaotang, he occasionally glanced back, admiring how Su Jin, suspended in the air, gasped for breath, lost in the moment from his previous ministrations. Meanwhile, on the sofa in the corner of the room, Chu Yue and Ye Tan knelt side by side. Their hands were also tied behind their backs by Qin Ming, gags stuffed in their mouths, their eyes covered by blindfolds. Powerful vibrating nipple clamps were attached to their nipples, and a remote-controlled massager was inserted into each of their pussies. Qin Ming had set them to the highest setting on the remote, causing them to vibrate furiously. They could only hear the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, the women's screams and moans from the front, unable to see the scene. They could only imagine, a torture that was even more cruel. Chu Yue let out muffled groans from behind the gag, while Ye Tan gritted her teeth, her body trembling violently from the stimulation of the toys and her inner jealousy. Qin Ming looked at everything before him. The two winners writhed beneath him, while the two losers trembled in the corner, tormented by the toys, able to hear but not participate. He felt a sense of ultimate control and conquest being satisfied. He leaned down, taking Su Xiaotang's nipple into his mouth, while simultaneously reaching for the remote. He turned up the intensity on the massagers for Chu Yue and Ye Tan in the corner.

Black Phoenix was suspended in mid-air, her body bound tightly by ropes. With every movement, the knots around her nipples crushed them, sending waves of tingling sensation through her. She struggled fiercely, but only managed to embed the knots deeper. "You... how did you become so powerful?" she gritted her teeth, disbelief etched on her face. "Before... you were no match for me!" "Black Phoenix, times change," Qin Ming chuckled, his voice filled with triumph. "Your little Japanese rope techniques are child's play compared to mine. Today, I will repay every humiliation I suffered." He yanked the ropes sharply, lifting Black Phoenix entirely. Then, using a hook, he secured the rope to a beam, adjusting its length to tilt Black Phoenix forward, her ass high in the air, a posture of extreme shame and perfect for his torment. Black Phoenix's face was flushed red from the ropes constricting her. She tried to struggle, but found the bindings far tighter than she could have imagined, utterly immovable. Qin Ming walked to the wall of the grand hall, where a large, dark gold cabinet stood. This cabinet held the toys Black Phoenix had used to torture him. He pulled open the door, revealing a dazzling array of pleasure implements. Qin Ming took out a huge black gag, its surface smooth but incredibly large. He approached Black Phoenix and shoved the gag forcefully into her mouth, its size threatening to split her jaw. The strap tightened behind her head, distorting her delicate features. "Mmmph..." Black Phoenix could only emit a low, humiliated moan. Next, Qin Ming produced a large anal bead set, coated in a thick layer of lubricant. He moved behind Black Phoenix. The cold touch of the beads sent a violent tremor through her body. She desperately clenched her sphincter, trying to resist, but her shamefully bound body offered no defense against Qin Ming. Qin Ming cupped her buttocks and roughly shoved the anal beads into her rear. "Ah! Mmmph!" The excruciating pain of her anus being stretched by a foreign object made Black Phoenix's body tremble violently. Tears streamed from her eyes, and the gag allowed only animalistic whimpers. Qin Ming ignored her struggles. Finally, he retrieved a massive dildo machine from the cabinet. The machine was grotesquely shaped, topped with a metal-sheened, exaggeratedly sized phallus. He aimed the machine at Black Phoenix's already slick and messy cunt, nestled between her legs. "Black Phoenix, you enjoy tormenting others, don't you? Now, let's see how you like being tormented!" Qin Ming pressed the switch. Qin Ming settled comfortably into the large rocking chair usually occupied by the Mistress. He gently swayed, his gaze fixed on Black Phoenix, bound and suspended in mid-air. The massive dildo machine whirred to life, its hydraulic hum filling the air. The monstrous metal phallus began to pound into Black Phoenix's nether regions with irresistible force and speed. At first, Black Phoenix's body thrashed violently. The first thrust sent a shockwave through her, her body jerking forward and back in the air. Each impact pushed her backward, only to be mercilessly pulled back by the ropes, forcing her to meet the fiery invasion again. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!" she cried out, her voice a helpless tremor accompanying the violent jolts. Tears and sweat traced paths down her temples. Time ticked by. The constant pressure of the ropes and the foreign sensation of the anal beads gradually made Black Phoenix's body adapt to the brutal pleasure amidst the pain. Her struggles lessened, transforming from resistance to a yielding sway. Her cunt was stretched to its limit by the phallus. The metal shaft, slick with lubricant, gleamed as it plunged in and out. "Mmmph... Ah..." Black Phoenix's moans became ragged, hoarse with defeat, her nether regions continuously leaking clear fluids. Qin Ming rocked his chair, savoring the intense blend of violence and lust. "Black Phoenix, how does this feel?" he asked with a low chuckle. The impact of the phallus against her body created a rhythmic thudding sound as Black Phoenix was thrust through the air. Her body was now completely controlled by desire and the mechanical blows, her every movement dictated by the immense momentum, a lewd dance of thrust and retreat. The dildo machine continued its relentless assault inside Black Phoenix at an unforgiving frequency. As the thrusts intensified, a jolt of electricity pulsed from the metal phallus when it reached its deepest penetration. "Ugh! Ah—!" Black Phoenix screamed as the electricity coursed through her, but the gag muffled her cries into near-death moans. Her legs clamped shut, attempting to stop the massive foreign object, but no matter how tightly she squeezed, the metal phallus, with its irresistible force, continued to pound into her cunt. The first orgasm struck without warning. After a particularly violent thrust, Black Phoenix's body stiffened, her muscles tensing to their absolute limit. "Mmmph... Ahhhhhh!" Intense spasms coursed through her bound form. A hot gush erupted from her nether regions, arcing through the air. The explosive pleasure, combined with the massive anal beads and the overwhelming pressure of her restraints, sent her mind into a blank void. Qin Ming watched from his rocking chair, leisurely observing. He knew this was only the beginning. The phallus showed no sign of stopping, continuing its second round of thrusts at an even higher frequency. Her anus stretched wide by the enormous beads, her cunt violently battered by the dildo machine, this dual stimulation instantly pulled Black Phoenix from the afterglow of her orgasm, propelling her towards a new peak at an accelerated pace. Her body began to secrete copious amounts of fluid, dripping down her inner thighs. Each withdrawal of the deeply inserted phallus produced a wet, sticky sound, only to be followed by another brutal, powerful thrust. "Mmmph! Ugh! Hah!" Black Phoenix's breathing grew increasingly rapid and shallow.

For a full two hours. The dildo had been violently thrusting inside Black Phoenix's body non-stop. Black Phoenix's body was completely soaked in sweat, which trickled down her smooth skin, forming puddles on the marble floor. Her head hung limply, the gag stretching her mouth wide open, rendering her incapable of even a complete moan. Only faint whimpers escaped from the depths of her throat, her body swaying slightly with the dildo's thrusts, occasionally spasming violently. Qin Ming sat up from the rocking chair and pressed the stop button on the dildo. "Buzzzzzzz—" The mechanical roar ceased instantly. The massive metal phallus, with a wet, squelching sound, slowly withdrew from Black Phoenix's cunt. A large amount of mixed arousal fluid and semen flowed down Black Phoenix's thighs, the scene utterly debauched. Qin Ming walked forward and untied the ropes that were suspending Black Phoenix. The moment the ropes loosened, Black Phoenix's body lost its support and slid down limply. Qin Ming caught her steadily, holding her bound, soft, and powerless body in his arms. He carried Black Phoenix back to the rocking chair and lay down again. Black Phoenix, gagged and completely naked, nestled tightly in his embrace. Qin Ming gently rocked the chair, feeling the bound, unmoving, delicate body in his arms. Black Phoenix's body unconsciously clung to his warmth, only a slight tremor betraying the violence and humiliation she had just endured. The rocking chair creaked, its sound exceptionally suggestive in the silent hall. A few minutes later, Black Phoenix's consciousness slowly surfaced from the abyss of unending pleasure. She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze hazy, filled with the lingering moisture of spent desire. Her eyes met Qin Ming's deep, electric gaze. There was not a trace of contempt in his eyes, only a calm scrutiny and the possessiveness of conquest. Black Phoenix's heart gave a violent jolt. She had only ever seen such a look in the eyes of the Phoenix Lord. "This is impossible!" she reacted immediately. Submission? Dependence? Qin Ming intended to use this method of first destroying with violence, then soothing with tenderness, to make her kneel completely, but she was not an ordinary woman. She bit down hard on the gag, suppressing with all her might the wave of weakness surging in her heart. Qin Ming naturally took in every subtle shift in her expression. The fleeting struggle and dependence in her eyes excited him more than any words. He was not surprised; S+ level conquest was never achieved in a single stroke. He had the patience, and he would, bit by bit, completely tame this proud Black Phoenix. He raised his hand and removed the gag from Black Phoenix's mouth. "What do you want to say?" Qin Ming's fingertips gently caressed her chin. Black Phoenix parted her lips, her voice hoarse and weak, "Kill... kill me." Qin Ming laughed, a laugh with a wicked charm.

The young girl kept boasting about how powerful she was, but Qin Ming's attention was fixed on her head. A white, semi-transparent "Bind" button was currently hovering above Little Green's head, emitting a faint glow. Qin Ming's heart stirred. Little Green was the second person he had met in this world, and like his master, she had a bind button above her head. How could he not be curious? He silently imagined binding this girl, then reached out his hand and gently tapped the button. Little Green, who was proudly boasting about her own strength, suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes widened instantly, and the arrogant expression on her face froze. She felt an icy, powerful force instantly acting upon her body. Her hands were as if grabbed by two invisible forces, yanked violently behind her back, and pressed tightly together. Immediately after, her legs were also pulled together. The sudden restraint threw her off balance, and with a "bang," she fell heavily onto the large green net. "Ah—!" Little Green let out a terrified scream. She struggled desperately, but it was useless. She looked down, her body a sight of horror. There were no ropes on her, yet that invisible force bound her more securely than any hemp rope. Qin Ming stared at the countdown timer that appeared after the button vanished. 10:00 09:59 09:58 The timer ticked steadily, second by second. Ten minutes! His master was only bound for seven seconds, yet this Little Green could be bound for 10 minutes. He quickly calculated in his mind: Ling Shuangyue was a Earth Immortal, bound for seven seconds. Little Green, however, was only at the mid-stage of Qi Condensation, bound for ten minutes. "Could it be... the lower the target's cultivation, the longer the binding time?" "Hey! Is it you!" Little Green's panicked voice reached Qin Ming's ears. She struggled, writhing helplessly on the flexible green net. Qin Ming lowered his gaze and looked at Little Green's body. In his eyes, Little Green's hands were tied behind her back, her legs were pressed together, and her delicate body was densely wrapped with layer upon layer of semi-transparent black ropes. The ropes bound her petite form exquisitely, perfectly outlining her alluring curves, emphasizing her full bust and shapely posterior. "Let me go! Let me go!" Little Green shouted, her spiritual energy circulating wildly as she tried to break free from the bizarre restraint. But every struggle, in Qin Ming's eyes, appeared so weak and futile. The semi-transparent ropes remained utterly still. Qin Ming walked over to her, slowly crouched down, a playful smirk on his lips. "Little Green, didn't you just say your cultivation was much higher than mine? I'm only at the early stage of Qi Condensation, how could I possibly have the ability to bind you, a master at the mid-stage?" Little Green was stunned. That's right! How could a cultivator a minor realm lower than her possibly unleash such a terrifying binding technique? It defied all logic. Yet, she was undeniably unable to move, her entire body held captive by an icy force. As her mind became chaotic and her thoughts unsettled, Qin Ming reached out his hand. "Here, let me help you up."

The Tower of Ten Thousand Immortals, Sixteenth Floor. This was not the dark prison one might imagine, but a place of radiant splendor. The surrounding walls, constructed from ten-thousand-year-old ice jade, were densely inscribed with golden runes of restraint, emanating a palpable, heart-stopping pressure. Ling Shuangyue slowly opened her eyes, her consciousness gradually clearing from the haze. The first thing she saw was an ice-cold, white jade bed. As she sat up, she was horrified to discover that her arms were completely immobile. Realizing her predicament, she bit down hard on her teeth, a bone-chilling coldness and profound humiliation washing over her. Her arms were bound behind her back, twisted into an extremely contorted and shameful posture. Two Immortality-Binding Rings, shimmering with a faint blue light, were clamped tightly around her elbows and wrists. These specially crafted rings forced her elbows to remain pressed together behind her, unable to separate even an inch. Her wrists, however, were pulled higher, forcing her arms into a grotesque "丄" shape behind her. Even more despair-inducing, with her elbows forcibly held together, her ten fingers were compelled to point upwards, their tips directly touching her own nape. There, they were securely locked to a heavy collar that had already been fastened. Her hands were forced into a prayer-like position, and each of her slender fingers was entwined with countless tiny Immortality-Binding Rings. These iron rings, layered one upon another, bound her fingers so tightly that not only was casting spells impossible, but even the slightest flex of a knuckle was a distant dream. "Damn it... such humiliation..." Ling Shuangyue's face was ashen, her heart burning with rage. However, the coolness that followed sent her plunging into an icy abyss, only to be followed by a searing heat born of extreme shame and fury. She looked down and found that her moon-white gown, along with her undergarments and panties, had vanished! In their place was a gossamer-thin purple silk skirt. This skirt was incredibly short, barely covering the roots of her thighs, and its material was so transparent that it offered no concealment whatsoever. Her pure, flawless naked body was thus vaguely visible, shrouded beneath this layer of decadent purple gauze. What filled her with the most unbearable shame and rage was the strange heaviness on her chest. A pair of cold, metallic rings were brutally constricting her full, erect breasts. These rings were incredibly small, forcibly squeezing the soft flesh inwards and upwards, causing her snow-white breasts to spill out, appearing exceptionally prominent and alluring. Her two pink nipples, through the thin purple gauze, were pressed tightly by the inner edges of the rings, rubbed raw and swollen. Even more outrageous, hanging beneath these rings were two delicate chains adorned with jewels. The moment she had sat up, the force of gravity had caused these jeweled chains to sway violently, tugging at the rings on her chest. "Mmm...!" Ling Shuangyue couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. As the jewels swung, the rings around her nipples also bounced back and forth, continuously squeezing and rubbing against those exquisitely sensitive tips. The tingling sensation, like an electric current, shot straight to her brain, instantly clouding her usually clear eyes with a misty haze. She suppressed the tingling in her chest and tried to stand from the jade bed. However, as her feet touched the ground, a cold, restrictive sensation spread from her thighs. She looked down to see two Immortality-Binding Rings clamped tightly around her left and right thighs, just above her knees. These two iron rings were connected by a short, rigid chain of dark iron, forcibly compressing the distance between her legs to a mere inch. "This..." Ling Shuangyue's expression changed drastically. Such restraint prevented her legs from separating or stepping, forcing her to shuffle like a lamb to the slaughter, her gait awkward and humiliating. However, what truly made her burn with shame and rage, causing her blood to surge, was the strange coolness and tightness in her lower body. In that most secret of triangular regions, she wore an evil artifact – the Yin-Binding Ring. This object, black as ink, exuded a faint demonic aura. It was rumored to be a wicked tool used by demonic cultivators specifically to torment female cultivators. It could forcibly lock a woman's virgin essence, causing her to burn with desire yet be unable to find release, enduring a thousand torments. When the woman's sanity broke and she could no longer bear it, the caster would then engage in intercourse, using this artifact to continuously extract the woman's pure spiritual energy, cultivated over many years, and infuse it into the caster's own body. "Wan Lilang! How dare you humiliate me like this!" Ling Shuangyue's heart blazed with fury, the anger overwhelming her. With her Earth Immortal cultivation, how could she endure such a profound disgrace? "Open!" She roared, and the boundless Earth Immortal spiritual energy within her erupted instantly. The surging Frost Sky Sword Qi, like an ice waterfall of ten thousand years, coursed madly through her meridians, transforming into countless sharp ice blades that fiercely struck at the Immortality-Binding Rings all over her body! With the might of her Earth Immortal realm, any ordinary magical artifact would have long since shattered into dust. However, the moment the sword energy was about to touch the binding rings— "Ah!!!" A scream suddenly rang out. Ling Shuangyue trembled violently, her entire body collapsing limply back onto the jade bed, her face deathly pale, cold sweat pouring like rain. It turned out that the instant her spiritual energy erupted, the seemingly decorative jeweled chains and the Yin-Binding Ring produced a bizarre resonance. The two dangling chains on her chest instantly erupted with dazzling purple light. These gems were rare Thunderclap Stones. They vibrated wildly, condensing streams of fine, ferocious lightning power that traveled directly up the chains, fiercely striking her already exquisitely sensitive nipples. "Zzzzt... zzzzt..." The electricity coursed through her swollen nipples, bringing a terrifying stimulation that was both bone-piercingly painful and mixed with extreme pleasure. Simultaneously, the Yin-Binding Ring in her lower body suddenly tightened. The cold metal ring abruptly squeezed inwards, sinking an inch deep into her flesh. Tiny barbs extending from the ring pressed down on her engorged, erect clitoris, accompanied by high-frequency vibrations, frantically grinding against that most vulnerable nerve. The searing pain and tingling of lightning burning her nipples, combined with the decadent vibrations of the Yin-Binding Ring tormenting her core, these multiple stimuli, so intense they surpassed all limits, were simply unbearable, even for her Earth Immortal body. "Mmm... no... don't..." Broken moans escaped Ling Shuangyue's lips. Her eyes rolled back, her mind a complete blank. The Frost Sky Sword Qi she had condensed instantly dissipated under the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure and pain. Her limbs and body had turned to jelly, and she could no longer muster any strength. She could only lie helplessly on the jade bed, her delicate body convulsing violently, her arousal uncontrollably flooding, soaking the thin purple gauze.

Mei Ji shook her head, a strange look in her eyes. "That's precisely the most bizarre part. For two years, I've endured humiliation in this tower, tortured day and night to the point where life is worse than death, yet I've never seen a single man set foot here." She paused, her voice dropping lower. "It's not just me; the other sisters in the tower have never seen one either. Wan Li Lang and the old Palace Master seem to have no need to enter personally. They can simply control the tower's restrictions from outside with their divine sense, even remotely activating the torture devices on our bodies." Mei Ji gave a desolate smile, tears tracing paths down her cheeks. "We women are like canaries kept in cages. Besides each other's company, we can only wait in endless darkness and pleasure for the nightmare that may never come." Passing through the archway, the scene opened up dramatically. It was a crystal platform suspended in the void, surrounded by swirling mist, yet exuding a bone-chilling cold. In the center of the platform stood a massive ice crystal cage. Within that cage, a woman clad in tattered, pale blue scale armor was suspended. This was Ao Li. Ling Shuang Yue stared, and immediately gasped, her heart filled with unimaginable shock. Ao Li's once sacred and noble dragon maiden form was now entwined with countless crystal-clear ice chains, bound like an exquisite doll. Her arms were hoisted high, her wrists shackled with two cold iron cuffs emitting extreme cold. These cuffs were not ordinary metal but formed from ten-thousand-year-old profound ice, inscribed with runes that sealed dragon energy. Her arms were pulled to their limit, forcing her full, proud breasts to arch upwards, exposed to the air without any covering. Even more shocking was her body. Dozens of ice silkworm threads, as fine as hair yet unbreakable, were densely embedded into her snow-white skin like a spiderweb. These threads began at her neck, snaking downwards, passing through her cleavage, circling her waist, all the way to the base of her thighs. Each ice silkworm thread dug deep into her flesh, carving alluring red marks into her soft body, as if to slice her apart. Especially her pair of large dragon breasts, bound tightly in a crisscross pattern by the ice silkworm threads. Her nipples were forcibly squeezed out of the rope loops, becoming swollen and purplish-red from congestion, with two tiny ice bells hanging from their tips. They trembled gently with her shallow breaths, emitting a crisp yet piercing sound. Her legs were secured in an extremely shameful posture. Two thick ice pillars were placed between her inner thighs, forcing her legs wide apart, suspended in an M-shape. Her ankles were locked by specially made toe-separating ice shackles. These shackles not only locked her ankles but also forcibly separated and fixed her ten toes, preventing them from coming together even slightly. And in her most secret private parts, a massive cold ice jade dildo had been inserted. The jade dildo was entirely blue and transparent, carved with intricate spiral patterns. It was as thick as an arm, forcefully stretching her dragon orifice to its limit. The end of the dildo protruded, connected to a cold iron chain. The other end of the chain was tied to the top of the cage, pulling the dildo upwards with all its might, causing Ao Li to constantly endure the pain and cold stimulation of being penetrated and torn apart. On Ao Li's head sat a crown made of ice spikes. Several sharp spikes pierced her scalp slightly, forcing her to remain constantly alert, unable to fall into unconsciousness. Her lips were forcibly pried open by a silver gag, and a smooth, round ice pearl was placed in her mouth. Saliva continuously flowed from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her abdomen, which was sculpted by the ice silkworm threads. "Sister Ao Li..." Mei Ji walked to the cage, looking through the invisible barrier at the once proud and aloof dragon maiden, now reduced to such a tragic state, her heart aching. Ao Li heard the voice and struggled to open her eyes. Her eyes, once as clear as the sea, were now bloodshot and hazy. She tried to speak, but the ice pearl in her mouth blocked her, allowing only muffled whimpers to escape. She attempted to struggle, but the ice silkworm threads on her body sensed her movement and tightened instantly, causing her entire body to tremble violently. The suspended dildo also shook intensely, churning madly within her. "Mmm... mmm mmm...!" Ao Li arched her head back in pain, veins bulging on her slender neck. Tears mixed with saliva, wetting her delicate body, which was almost shattered by the restraints. Ling Shuang Yue watched the scene before her, her sorrow and anger reaching their peak. This was the truth of Wan Xiao Palace! These so-called righteous powerful beings, using such despicable, lewd, and cruel methods to torture these heavenly beauties to this extent! She looked at the layers of restraints on Ao Li's body, at the skin pierced by ice shards, at her legs and flower hole forcibly spread apart. A surge of heat rushed to her head, only to be suppressed by the restrictions of the Wan Xiao Tower. She could only watch it all, powerless. Behind this glamorous cultivation world, how much more darkness and sin lay hidden? And how long would these women, like them, continue to sink in this endless abyss?

The demon soul suddenly stopped, turning to face her. A hint of mockery seemed to flicker across its ethereal face as it yanked the rope around her groin upwards. Jiang Xiyan felt an immense force surge from her nether regions, lifting her entire body off the ground. Her feet dangled uselessly as she was suspended mid-air, held solely by the rope deeply embedded in her flesh! "Ngh... No...!" She cried out, her arms bound tightly behind her, rendering her struggles futile. Her legs were further ensnared by the demonic ropes, leaving her to kick feebly. The rope hoisted her entire lower body, the full weight pressing down on her labia and clitoris. The coarse fibers dug into her sensitive flesh, inflicting a tearing pain that was paradoxically laced with an exquisite, overwhelming pleasure. Her nipples, jostled by her movements, rubbed violently against the knot of the rope. Each tremor sent an electric current straight to her brain. Her juices flowed freely down the rope, forming glistening threads in the air before dripping onto the ground below with shameful, wet splatters. The demon soul's whip behind her did not cease. It snaked around to the front, its tip lightly caressing her swollen breasts, now distorted by the rope. Two sharp cracks echoed as the whip landed directly on her nipples. The pain, mingled with pleasure, made Jiang Xiyan's vision blur, and broken moans escaped her lips: "Haa... Ming Gege... I... I can't take much more..." But the phantom reappeared. Qin Ming stood before her, reaching out as if to embrace her, yet always separated by an invisible barrier. Tears streamed down Jiang Xiyan's face, her dependence on him growing like a rampant vine. Ming Gege, if only you were here... You would surely bind me tightly, with that gentle yet possessive strength, making me yours and yours alone... Just as her consciousness began to fade, the demon soul abruptly loosened its grip on the rope. She collapsed heavily to the ground. Her kneeling posture was one of utter shame, her legs forced apart by the demonic ropes, her hips thrust high, her wet core completely exposed to the demonic energy. The whip behind her rose again, but instead of striking, it transformed into a shadowy tendril that coiled around her bound arms, forcibly pulling her upper body lower. This forced her to crawl forward on her hands and knees. "Crawl... crawl like a dog..." A bone-chilling humiliation washed over Jiang Xiyan, but the rope around her groin tightened once more, dragging her forward. She could only grit her teeth, enduring the throbbing pain in her nipples, the exquisite numbness of her clitoris, and the burning whip marks on her back, inching forward on her knees. With every crawl, she felt a step closer to Qin Ming. Though the phantom was intangible, it became her sole support. Ming Gege... I will endure all of this for you... Even if I become a lowly slave in this sea of lust, I will do so willingly... The demonic energy churned, and deep within the grand formation, the withered bones of the Heavenly Lust Demon were becoming faintly visible. But Jiang Xiyan knew this torment was far from over. Qin Ming's figure reappeared. This time, he was closer, as if within reach. Clad in snow-white robes, his gaze was as gentle as water, and he softly called to her, "Xiyan, come, come to my side..." "Ming Gege..." Tears welled in Jiang Xiyan's eyes, her longing surging like a tide. She crawled desperately forward, her bound arms unable to support her, forcing her to move with only her knees and toes. At this moment, the rope around her groin tightened violently, lifting her entire lower body even higher, the full weight pressing down on her most sensitive clitoris. The intense friction made her vision black out, and her juices gushed forth like a spring, flowing down the rope in long, glistening threads. But as she reached out to grasp the phantom, her fingertips passed through emptiness. Qin Ming's image shattered like a bubble, leaving only a faint smile to dissipate in the demonic miasma. A heart-wrenching emptiness flooded Jiang Xiyan's soul. The rope seemed to sense her despair, suddenly beginning to vibrate rhythmically. Each tremor felt like countless tiny fingers gently caressing the depths of her flower path, her clitoris pressed firmly against the knot, sending waves of pleasure straight to her mind. She felt herself on the verge of madness, only able to cry out in her heart, again and again: "Ming Gege... Only you... Only you can save me... As long as you bind me tightly with those invisible ropes, making me completely yours... I will do anything..." The phantom reappeared. This time, Qin Ming stood directly before her, reaching out to gently caress her reddened nipples. The touch felt so real, yet so heartbreakingly illusory. Tears streamed down Jiang Xiyan's face, her dependence on him growing like a rampant vine: "Ming Gege... Please... Bind me tighter with your ropes... Make me your slave completely... Only you... can set me free..." The demonic energy churned, and deep within the grand formation, the withered bones of the Heavenly Lust Demon were becoming faintly visible. But at this moment, Jiang Xiyan completely succumbed. She no longer struggled, merely murmuring that name in a low whisper. For him, she was willing to become a lowly prisoner in this sea of lust. In her mouth, the gag the demon soul had forced upon her had long since caused her lips to overflow with glistening saliva. Her tongue was pinned down, allowing only muffled whimpers to escape. She wanted to call out Qin Ming's name, but only broken nasal sounds could be squeezed out. "Ngh... Mm..." "Haa... Ming Gege... I... I really... can't hold on much longer..." She cried out in her heart, again and again, her voice shattered and fragmented by the gag. The demon soul's whip rose again, but this time it was no longer a simple lash. It transformed into a supple black shadow that coiled around her left nipple and yanked backward with immense force! The surge of power distorted her swollen breast flesh, her nipple stretching to the point of tearing. A tidal wave of intense pain washed over her, only to instantly transform into an extreme pleasure, causing the pent-up lust within her to explode. Her juices, like a breached dam, poured down the rope in a torrent, forming long, silvery threads in the air before splattering onto the dark ground below with wet, lewd splashes. Her body convulsed violently, her legs kicking uncontrollably, but her struggles were futile against the restraint of the demonic ropes.

Within the Wanxiao Tower, darkness as deep as ink permeated the air, tinged with the faint glow of golden restraint runes. Jiang Xiyan and Xiao Lu felt their bodies tighten, the terrifying suction of the golden vortex dragging them into the tower. Their vision blurred, and they found themselves in a cold, spacious secret chamber. The four walls were carved with intricate golden runes, each one writhing like a living thing, exuding an unholy aura. In the center, two icy jade beds lay side by side. Hanging by the beds were countless chains, shackles, and an assortment of peculiar instruments that pulsed with a faint, spectral light. A palpable scent of decadent sensuality hung heavy in the air. Before they could even steady themselves, the tower's restraints activated abruptly! "No!" Jiang Xiyan cried out, her demonic energy surging within her, only to be ruthlessly suppressed by the invisible golden light. She tried to retreat, but an immense force yanked her arms backward. Her hands were forced together behind her back, clasped in a posture of a Bodhisattva praying to Buddha. Her wrists and elbows were instantly locked by two cerulean Immortal-Binding Cuffs, her fingertips ensnared by threads as fine as spider silk, rendering her fingers utterly immobile. Next, a metal chastity ring was clamped onto her chest, forcing her snow-white breasts to bulge high, their tips rubbed raw and swollen by the inner edge of the rings. A chain of Thunderstone gems hanging below began to emit a faint, crackling vibration. Xiao Lu's fate was equally grim. Her emerald green dress was torn apart by the golden light, and a massive black ring pierced and locked, hoisting her high. This forced her to arch her back and thrust her hips forward, the demon-binding ring digging deeply into her flesh, causing her delicate body to tremble in pain. Her hands were bound behind her back and locked by Immortal-Binding Cuffs. Her legs were forced into a kneeling position on the jade bed, her knees clamped by cold iron rings, and her nether regions were secured by a black Yin-Binding Ring. "Wuwu... Sister... it hurts so much..." Xiao Lu bit her lower lip, tears instantly welling up. She was held rigidly upright by the black ring, unable to move an inch. They were each secured to their respective jade beds, kneeling facing each other, no more than three feet apart. Jiang Xiyan watched Xiao Lu's humiliating posture, suspended and exposed. Xiao Lu gazed at Jiang Xiyan's nipples, stimulated by the electric current from the gem chain, trembling. In their eyes, there was only boundless sorrow and shame. Xiao Lu's voice trembled with tears, "Sister Xiyan... my body hurts so much..." Jiang Xiyan's eyes were also blurred with tears. Her hands, clasped behind her back, were rigidly held by the Immortal-Binding Cuffs. Her breasts were squeezed into unnatural shapes by the chastity rings, the Thunderstone current piercing her nipples like silver needles, sending waves of excruciating, tingling pain. The barbs within the Yin-Binding Ring pressed against her clitoris, eliciting a soft whimper. "Little sister... endure it... Brother Ming... he will surely come to save us..." Jiang Xiyan gritted her teeth, her voice laced with a tremor. She looked at Xiao Lu's bound, delicate body, a pang of shared misery striking her heart, yet a strange feeling arose. At least, she was not alone in her suffering. As if sensing their despair, the tower's restraints intensified. The Thunderstone current surged, her nipples feeling as if struck by lightning. The barbs and granules furiously ground against the most sensitive inner walls. Both women let out broken cries of pleasure, yet in the midst of extreme torment, they stared at each other, their eyes filled with the same unwavering resolve. "Brother Ming... come quickly..." Jiang Xiyan murmured softly, tears tracing paths down her cheeks. Xiao Lu also bit her lip and whispered, "Brother Qin Ming..." In the secret chamber, only two suppressed, beautiful whimpers remained, intertwined with the faint clinking of chains, weaving a lament of despair yet tinged with hope. --- In the secret chamber on the sixteenth floor of the Wanxiao Tower. Ling Shuangyue lay quietly on the icy jade bed, the extremely humiliating restraints still firmly locked upon her. The Immortal-Binding Cuffs held her arms twisted into a T-shape behind her back, her fingers completely immobilized by intricate iron rings. The metal chastity rings on her chest clamped tightly around her snow-white breasts, their tips swollen and red, the Thunderstone gem chain below still emitting a faint, crackling current. The black Yin-Binding Ring was deeply embedded in her flesh, its barbs pressing against her clitoris. Her cultivation had plummeted to the verge of the early Earth Immortal stage, her dantian's spiritual energy as thin as a thread, as if it might dissipate completely at any moment. Yet, she did not despair. Instead, a faint smile of infatuation played on her lips. For, amidst this boundless darkness and pain, she seemed to see him. In a haze, the secret chamber transformed into a familiar scene of Broken Cloud Cliff. Mist swirled, the pool was clear, and Qin Ming, clad in white, slowly approached, treading on phantom golden lotuses. His handsome, resolute face, his gentle yet domineeringly doting eyes, were exactly as she remembered. He extended his hand, holding the familiar Flowing Frost Moon ring in his palm. A soft arc of azure light flashed, and all the Immortal-Binding Cuffs, chastity rings, and Yin-Binding Rings melted away like ice and snow. "Master... I am late."

"Take it." Rose stepped forward and carefully picked up the metal box. To her surprise, although the box appeared to be made of metal, it was extremely light, weighing only a few hundred grams. "Open it." Rose complied, unfastening the clasp and lifting the lid. The inside of the box was lined with black velvet, upon which lay an object. It was a triangular undergarment fashioned from fine metal threads, dark silver in color, the same material as the box. The threads were as delicate as gossamer, yet they gleamed with a cold luster. The craftsmanship was exquisite, each strand interwoven perfectly to form a structure that was both supple and robust. Rose lifted the metal undergarment and examined it closely. She noticed that at the bottom, there were two rounded bulges, perfectly sized to accommodate a man's testicles. Extending upwards was a long metal sheath, clearly designed for the penis. The tip of the sheath was sealed, but at the glans, the weave of the metal threads differed, forming a fine mesh that allowed for ventilation while preventing the penis from protruding. Even more peculiar was that the entire metal undergarment had no lock or keyhole. Its surface was smooth as a mirror, with only a tiny, rice-sized red gem embedded at the center of the lower abdomen, emitting a faint glow. "Shadow Master, is this... a chastity device?" Rose looked up at the figure in the shadows, her expression filled with confusion. The Shadow Master nodded, a hint of amusement in her voice. "You could say that. Go and put it on Qin Ming, then let him leave." Rose's heart soared. She had followed the Shadow Master for many years and knew that anything she produced was extraordinary. This metal chastity device, though seemingly simple on the surface, must possess incredible efficacy, coming from the Shadow Master's hand. "Your subordinate obeys!" Rose was exceptionally excited, already picturing Qin Ming's expression upon wearing this contraption – that arrogant man, his most sensitive parts locked away, unable to be as cocky as before… "This item is called the 'Luo Yu Tian Luo' (Lock of Desire Heavenly Net). When worn, it is like underwear, not only incredibly strong and indestructible but also extremely light, not hindering daily activities. However—" Her voice paused, laced with a mischievous smile. "This item specifically suppresses male orgasm, locking the testicles and the shaft, allowing for intense pleasure but no release. The metal threads covering the shaft will continuously emit a weak electric current, stimulating the nerve endings, keeping the wearer in a constant state of arousal, yet forever unable to reach the climax." Rose's eyes lit up. "However, this item does have an advantage. When a man wears it, his sexual prowess will be greatly enhanced. The metal threads, upon contact with the skin, will generate a special resonant frequency, making any woman he copulates with experience an ecstatic, unparalleled pleasure. Qin Ming enjoys conquering women and prides himself on his stamina, doesn't he? Then I shall bestow upon him a great gift." Rose couldn't help but laugh. "Your subordinate thanks the Shadow Master on Qin Ming's behalf for this gift!" She said respectfully, but her tone was full of schadenfreude. The Shadow Master waved her hand. "Go. Remember, after letting him leave, do not trouble him further. I want to see how Qin Ming, wearing the Luo Yu Tian Luo, will handle the situation that follows." "Yes!" Rose carefully closed the metal box, held it tightly to her chest, and then bowed and exited the study. The moment the door closed, the figure in the shadows slowly stood up and walked to the desk. A sapphire-blue light illuminated her lower body. Long, slender, and straight legs encased in black stockings, and a pair of exquisite black high heels. Her upper body remained shrouded in shadow, only a tantalizing silhouette visible. "Qin Ming..." The Shadow Master whispered, her voice filled with complex emotions. "Let me see how far you can go." She turned and melted back into the shadows. --- Meanwhile, Rose, clutching the metal box, walked briskly down the corridors of the Dark Shadow Palace. Her heart pounded, a mixture of excitement and anticipation. The thought of Qin Ming's expression upon wearing the Luo Yu Tian Luo made her want to laugh uncontrollably. That arrogant man, the man who had wounded her pride, was finally going to receive his just deserts. "Luo Yu Tian Luo..." Rose murmured, her fingers lightly tracing the runes on the surface of the metal box. "What a fitting name." She could almost imagine what Qin Ming would be like once he was locked up. Constantly aroused, yet never able to release. His sexual prowess greatly enhanced, but only to serve others, that feeling of being consumed by lust yet utterly helpless… "Let's see how cocky you can be after this." Rose sneered, quickening her pace. She couldn't wait. She couldn't wait to see Qin Ming put on the Luo Yu Tian Luo. She couldn't wait to see that perpetually calm man display a look of utter loss of control for the first time.

Qin Ming gasped, his voice trembling as he spoke to Bai Shao, "Bear with it. This part of the binding can't be rushed." A'Man proceeded to the next step. She retrieved two solid rubber balls from the toolbox, about four centimeters in diameter, with small ventilation holes in the center. The straps were made of black leather and were adjustable. She placed the gag into Qin Ming's mouth. The rubber had a pungent odor, and the ball forced his jaw open, pressing against his tongue. The strap was tied tightly behind his head, digging into his skin. She then brought out a completely opaque black leather blindfold, covering both their eyes. Next, she inserted custom-made soundproof earplugs into their ear canals, completely isolating them from external sounds. Finally, she fitted them with nose hooks, small metal hooks that passed through the cartilage in the center of their nostrils and were gently pulled upwards. It didn't hurt, but it created a strange discomfort, as if their noses no longer belonged to them. Now, Qin Ming had lost almost all his senses. He couldn't see, hear clearly, or speak, only able to breathe with difficulty through his nostrils. The stinging of his nipples, the pressure of the gag, the restraint of the collar – all sensations were amplified. He felt hands press down on his shoulders, and then his arms were twisted behind his back. Military-grade rope was wrapped around his wrists, tightened circle by circle, knotted, and then wound upwards, binding his elbows. It continued upwards, crossing his chest, tightening, and then knotted behind his back. The binding was extremely tight, the rope digging deeply into his flesh, pressing against his muscles and bones. The rope across his chest made breathing even more difficult; each inhale required significant effort. Next, the back of his knees were gently kicked, and Qin Ming involuntarily dropped to his knees. A'Man lifted his left lower leg, pressing it against his thigh, and tightly bound the lower leg and thigh together with rope. The rope wrapped around the area above his knee and his ankle, tied with three tight knots. The right leg was treated the same way. Now, he could only kneel, his knees on the ground. Then, he felt a chill in his rear. A large, cold object pressed against his entrance. This thing was larger than the previous rose plug and had a more irregular shape. It slowly advanced, stretching his sphincter, and a tearing pain shot through his rear. Qin Ming trembled all over, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His body was held fast by the ropes, preventing him from even squirming. He could only bite down on the gag, enduring as A'Man slowly pushed the object in. Finally, the butt plug was fully inserted. A'Man secured the tail externally with rope to prevent it from slipping out. Now, Qin Ming was completely immobilized. Kneeling, bound by military rope, gagged, plugged, and deprived of his senses. He heard similar sounds from beside him. Bai Shao had undergone the same procedure, except that not only had her rear been plugged, but her vagina had also been filled with a large, textured dildo, with a strap binding both dildos tightly within her orifices. A'Man placed them back-to-back and began to bind them with military rope. The rope wrapped around Qin Ming's chest, tightening, then around Bai Shao's chest, also tightening. Their backs were pressed together, and he could clearly feel the tension in her muscles, her forced endurance. The rope then wrapped around their waists three times, knotted tightly, the force making Qin Ming feel as if his ribs were about to break. Bai Shao's breathing became noticeably rapid, but she made no sound. Their legs were also bound. Qin Ming's legs were pressed tightly against Bai Shao's, the rope winding from their ankles all the way to their upper thighs. Now, they were like a single bound log, with only their knees supporting their bodies. They were only touching the ground at four points: Qin Ming's and Bai Shao's knees, supporting their bodies and maintaining a precarious balance. A'Man opened a wooden box. The space inside was narrow, just enough for them to kneel back-to-back within it. A'Man's strength was astonishing; she easily lifted them and placed them inside the box. Their bodies were squeezed together, leaving almost no space. Then, A'Man took another length of military rope. She threaded it through the metal rings behind their collars and pulled it upwards, tying it to a hook on the top of the wooden box. She began to tighten the rope, shortening it gradually. Their necks were pulled upwards. The collars pressed against their Adam's apples, constricting their tracheas, making breathing even more difficult. Most of their body weight was transferred to their necks, their knees barely touching the bottom of the box for minimal support. A strong sense of suffocation washed over them simultaneously. It wasn't complete inability to breathe, but rather that each inhale required intense effort. Their necks bore immense strain, their cervical spines emitting faint creaking sounds. Bai Shao's situation was worse. Her neck was more slender, and the collar caused her nostrils to expel heavy breaths. Qin Ming could feel her body trembling, the muscles in her back taut as stone. Although they could still breathe faintly through their nostrils, the posture was incredibly agonizing, akin to enduring torture. A'Man checked the knots, ensuring they were secure, and then took two remote controls from the toolbox. She pressed the buttons on the remotes, and intense vibrations instantly coursed through them. The violent, high-frequency vibrations seemed to penetrate their very bones. The object in Qin Ming's rear writhed and rotated, churning his intestinal walls. His body trembled uncontrollably with the movement of the butt plug. His penis, encased in the chastity device, became uncontrollably erect and enlarged, its tip oozing clear prostatic fluid. The nipple clamps on his chest also began to vibrate. The steel clamps trembled wildly, their serrations grinding and tearing at his swollen, reddened nipples. The sharp pain and pleasure intertwined, sending Qin Ming's mind into chaos.