Starlet's Bondage Hell - Continued

Zhang Jing screamed in agony, her heart filled with terror. The more afraid she became, the more enraged she grew at her own powerlessness against this fear. She cursed Zhao Yi, wishing he would fall into hell and never rise again. "Hang her on the spiked horse. I want her to know what true pain is," Zhao Yi continued. Li Si nodded, calling for Liao Qian to help. After the waterboarding and electric shocks, Zhang Jing was utterly exhausted. The two men easily freed her from the chair and removed all the restraints. Li Si then carried the near-unconscious Zhang Jing to a suspended iron cage. This custom-made cage was only half a person's height and cylindrical. Li Si opened the top and front of the cylindrical cage, and Liao Qian placed Zhang Jing, now only wearing her underwear, inside. Liao Qian first positioned Zhang Jing's slender legs into the holes on either side of the cage, spreading them into a "冂" shape. Her hands were similarly extended to the sides. Liao Qian then closed the front of the cage, and Li Si secured the top, leaving Zhang Jing's head exposed. Finally, Li Si used leather straps to fix Zhang Jing's elbows and knees, binding her entire body within the half-height circular iron cage. Throughout this, Zhang Jing glared at Liao Qian with venomous hatred, as if she could devour him. "You... scum... degenerate..." Liao Qian listened quietly, his face expressionless. He lightly patted Zhang Jing's sweat-soaked hair before stepping aside. Li Si produced a winch, hooked it onto the top of the iron cage, and pressed a button. With a whirring sound, the cage, with Zhang Jing inside, began to ascend, her arms and legs dangling uselessly to the sides. It stopped when it reached Li Si's chest level. At this point, Zhao Yi pushed a triangular spiked horse towards Zhang Jing, walking slowly. "This is called the spiked horse. Soon, I'll position it against your lower orifice, and then I'll slowly lower the rope. You'll get to feel what it's like to have your asshole slowly pierced by this thing." Upon hearing this, Liao Qian and Cheng Xiao gasped, except for Li Si. So this was the purpose of the spiked horse. Liao Qian couldn't help but marvel at Zhao Yi's cruelty. To provoke such a person was to make even death a luxury. Cheng Xiao's heart pounded. Compared to this torture, the "training" she had received from Wang Da and Zhao Yi earlier was insignificant. She felt increasingly fortunate that she wasn't the one suspended on that terrifying spiked horse. In the future, she would constantly remind herself that she was a sex slave, needing nothing but her master and his commands, only needing to serve her master well. Zhang Jing, about to undergo the ordeal, felt a maelstrom of emotions, but overwhelming it all was fear, endless fear. Just imagining the spikes slowly piercing her anus made her tremble, let alone the actual experience to come. "No... this can't happen... you can't do this to me... you'll go to hell... you'll definitely go to hell!!" Zhao Yi roughly pried open Zhang Jing's plump lips with his fingers and then directly shoved the unopened blooming pear into her vagina. "Ahhhhhhh!!!! Stop stabbing me!! Stop!! It won't go in ahhhhh!!!!" Having never been intimate with anyone, Zhang Jing's vagina was naturally very tight, and it hadn't been sufficiently lubricated beforehand. This blooming pear, as thick as three fingers, was jammed into her vagina, making her feel as if her lower body was being torn apart. She screamed in agony, flailing her limbs helplessly, but her lower body was immobile. She could only endure the crude friction of the thick blooming pear against her, bringing her unbearable shame and pain. However, precisely because of this rough insertion, Zhang Jing's sensitive body quickly secreted [X], and her tight vagina gradually became wet and slippery. With each thrust, the blooming pear was finally fully inserted into Zhang Jing's vagina. Yet, for Zhang Jing, this was no less than torture. After the blooming pear was fully inserted, her vagina was completely stretched open, tightly encasing the pear. Even when Zhao Yi released his grip, the pear remained firmly in place, not falling out. Zhang Jing was sweating profusely from the pain, struggling and screaming in the cage. This brutal insertion brought her no pleasure whatsoever; apart from pain and swelling, she felt nothing. Then, Zhao Yi grabbed the knob at the base of the blooming pear and began to thrust it in and out of Zhang Jing's vagina. The tightness of her vagina made the thrusting process very difficult, with each movement getting stuck several times before a full thrust could be completed. "Ahhhhhhh!!!! Stop!!!! Stop it ah!!! It hurts so much!!!!" Each thrust caused Zhang Jing immense pain, as if someone were repeatedly smashing her lower body with a large wooden mallet. Her body writhed and tensed with each movement of the blooming pear, feeling utterly miserable. Just as Zhang Jing was enduring the torment of the thick blooming pear, a more intense pain suddenly struck her. This was a pain she could not bear at all, because at that moment, Zhao Yi twisted the knob, and the four petals of the iron pear bloomed slowly inside Zhang Jing's vagina. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" After a full-body shudder, Zhang Jing collapsed into a screaming frenzy. Due to the excruciating pain, she thrashed wildly, her hands and feet beating against the iron cage, desperately trying to escape the deadly restraint, but it was impossible. After the blooming pear opened, it mercilessly expanded Zhang Jing's vagina. Because [X] was so deep, even Zhang Jing's cervix was stretched and then torn little by little. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhh!!!" Screams, roars, cries – Zhang Jing could do nothing but let out hoarse shrieks. Under the effect of the drug, she wouldn't pass out from such intense pain but could clearly feel the iron pear blooming inside her body. The iron hooks dug into her cervix and vaginal tissue, tearing her flesh bit by bit. This extreme torture was unbearable for Zhang Jing, yet she had no choice but to endure it. Not only that, as Zhang Jing writhed and screamed in agony, Zhao Yi grabbed the blooming pear and slid it inside her vagina, the iron hooks piercing her [X] and carving horrific wounds within it. Blood gushed out, flowing profusely from her vagina, dripping onto the spiked wooden horse and quickly accumulating into a small pool on the ground, a horrifying sight. No one knew the extent of Zhang Jing's suffering, but merely hearing her hoarse cries, seeing her body thrashing wildly, and the pool of blood on the ground was enough to make anyone tremble in fear. Zhang Jing's chest heaved violently. She could no longer scream, her entire body convulsing like a sieve. The places where she was restrained were already bloody and contorted from her struggles, giving a glimpse of the immense pain she was enduring. The pear torture did not kill directly; it only inflicted unimaginable agony upon the victim. The same was true for the spikes of the wooden horse. Li Si pressed a switch, and the rope holding the iron cage slowly lowered, Zhang Jing and the cage descending bit by bit. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! " Restrained within the iron cage, Zhang Jing could not stop her descent. Her own weight, combined with the weight of the cage, pressed her anus directly onto the spikes of the wooden horse. The spikes easily pierced her anus and, under the force of gravity, slowly penetrated her body. After mustering her last ounce of strength to let out a sound, Zhang Jing could no longer utter a word, only her body convulsing and writhing madly. "No!! Don't!! Let go of me!! Let go of me!!" Liu Yifei's heart plunged into an ice cellar as she struggled desperately, but how could she possibly contend with these three burly men? On a large silver platter lay a restraint device. The three men positioned the defenseless Liu Yifei face down, kneeling and prostrate, onto the restraint. A metal pillar in the center featured a waist restraint ring. Qian Er opened the waist fixing ring and fastened it onto Liu Yifei's slender willow waist, fitting snugly and perfectly, immobilizing her waist. Liu Yifei's physical measurements were already known; this restraint device was custom-made for her. Next, Sun San pulled Liu Yifei's arms, which were like tender lotus roots, close together in front of her body and secured them. This positioned Liu Yifei's upper body at a forty-five-degree angle downwards, causing her perfectly conical breasts to sag. Two nipples were exposed, standing out in isolation. As for Liu Yifei's lower body, with her waist fixed, her fair, round, and shapely buttocks were tilted towards the sky, revealing two intimate cavities, one large and one small, in their entirety. Her legs were spread wide, braced against the edges of the platter, and she was kneeling on it. Her knee joints and ankles were also tightly secured. Throughout the entire process, Liu Yifei was like a rag doll, roughly manipulated by the three men, utterly incapable of resisting. She was filled with humiliation but helpless. "Don't... don't do this to me... it feels so awful..." Liu Yifei pleaded, her voice choked with tears, trying to suppress the shame brought on by her humiliating posture. Now, Liu Yifei knelt and prostrated herself on this exquisite, giant silver platter. Her palms faced upwards, and her ten slender, tender fingers were also tightly secured by restraint rings. Her waist was fixed, as were her two long, firm legs. Her ten delicate, lotus-root-like toes were all immobilized by the restraint device, unable to move even a millimeter. Under such restraint, Liu Yifei's entire body leaned forward. However, because her body was fixed, her waist and slender forearms bore all the weight, causing her elbows and knees, pressed against the silver platter, to ache intensely. And now that it was a foregone conclusion, Liu Yifei could only move her head. Her body was completely immobilized, and she could only endure the pain with whimpers. Afterward, Zhao Yi gathered Liu Yifei's wet, disheveled hair, ensuring not a single stray strand was out of place. He then tied it into a ponytail with a rope and secured it to the restraint device, forcing Liu Yifei's head to tilt back and preventing any further movement. Zhao Yi looked at her clear, cold, and beautiful face, like a lotus emerging from water, and her fair, smooth neck, saying, "Alright, prepare the dishes." Then, Qian Er and Sun San lifted the giant silver platter from the front and back, carrying it to the preparation area. Liu Yifei, completely unable to move, could only roll her eyes in her beautiful gaze, filled with fear and unease, and begged again, "Let me go... I promise I won't pursue any responsibility... and I'll give you a large sum of money... as long as... as long as you can let me go..." Liu Yifei watched herself fixed on this silver platter, about to become a dish for these men. She already knew what was about to happen. Moreover, she was positioned in such an utterly shameful posture. Once the "female body banquet" was prepared, she would have to face even more people in this humiliating pose. The mere thought was unbearable for Liu Yifei; it was more unbearable than death. In the next moment, Qian Er gripped Liu Yifei's cheeks, forcibly prying open her cherry-like mouth and inserting a built-in gag. This was a gag designed to open the mouth to its maximum extent. In this tilted-back position, the gag was firmly embedded onto her teeth, making it impossible for her to remove it. Furthermore, although Liu Yifei's head was tilted back, she was tilted so far back that she couldn't even swallow. Saliva simply accumulated in her mouth and began to dribble out little by little. After embedding the gag onto Liu Yifei's two rows of teeth, Qian Er brought a round, red bead the size of a ping pong ball, made of sugar, and placed it in her mouth. Liu Yifei's mouth was small, and this sugar bead perfectly filled it, pressing down on her delicate tongue, preventing her from dislodging it. This was known as "White Phoenix Holding a Pearl." "It's too late to beg now. Just wait to be made into a human feast and served on the table, you little slut." Liu As Qian Er was indulging himself with the drugged Zhao Li Ying, Sun San had already set up a rope, stretching from the doorknob all the way to the window. The hotel's ceiling featured a square, suspended light strip, from which Sun San lowered the rope, creating a noose. This setup would allow them to hoist Zhao Li Ying up, enabling her to move along the rope and adjust her suspended height. After a satisfying release, Qian Er opened the takeout box. Besides the recent delivery, it was mostly filled with various implements for disciplining Zhao Li Ying. Qian Er then produced a rope, turned Zhao Li Ying over onto her stomach, and bent her slender arms behind her back, positioning her in a "Guanyin bowing" posture before tying her up. This "behind-the-back Guanyin bind" severely tested a woman's flexibility. Once restrained in this manner, her hands were completely immobilized. Furthermore, it induced an intense feeling of confinement, making breathing difficult. Although Zhao Li Ying had some dance training and possessed decent flexibility, after Qian Er finished tying her, she still let out a few muffled groans in her unconscious state due to the extreme restraint. These sounds reignited Qian Er's lust, which had only just begun to subside. After securing Zhao Li Ying's hands, Qian Er took another rope and tied an "8" around her modest breasts, binding her flesh. After tightening it, he turned her over. This made her breasts appear fuller. "Mmm... mmm..." At this moment, Zhao Li Ying's brow furrowed, her rosy lips parted slightly, and she began to moan, appearing on the verge of waking. Seeing this, Qian Er leered at Sun San and said, "This slut is waking up. Let's hoist her up." The white powder Qian Er had applied to his penis earlier was an antidote made by Anli. It only worked on this particular drug and also had a strong aphrodisiac effect, making it perfect for a woman like Zhao Li Ying. The two then lifted Zhao Li Ying from the bed. Sun San attached the lowered rope to the knot on her back, hoisting her up, while Qian Er grabbed her legs, positioning her astride the rope. The extended rope was at just the right height. As Zhao Li Ying was lifted until her heels were just off the ground, the rope made contact with the slick, wet flesh between her legs. Sun San had also pre-tied several knots. The rope itself was specifically chosen for its rough surface, ensuring Zhao Li Ying, the slut, would be tormented to the brink of ecstasy and death. Zhao Li Ying had not yet fully regained consciousness. Her delicate body swayed gently as she was suspended. Qian Er then went into the bathroom, filled a basin with cold water, and doused Zhao Li Ying directly, intending to wake her up quickly. "Ah!" Stimulated by the cold water, Zhao Li Ying was instantly awakened and instinctively let out a scream. "I... How did I get here... Ah! Who... who are you!" Zhao Li Ying's mind was still foggy as she regained consciousness. She unconsciously tried to move her body, only to discover her hands were completely immobilized. A shiver ran through her as she fully awoke. She then saw the two men grinning lecherously at her and gasped in alarm. After her initial gasp, Zhao Li Ying terrifyingly realized her hands were bound in a very strange position, completely unable to move, and painfully tight. She also felt extremely cold. Zhao Li Ying looked down, and the sight filled her with even more shame. She was completely naked, her breasts bound by the rope, appearing fuller. She instinctively tried to step back, only to find she couldn't move forward, held back by the rope above. Her feet weren't fully on the ground, and she could only stand on her tiptoes. Most importantly, a rope lay horizontally between her legs. As Zhao Li Ying shifted slightly, it continuously rubbed against her soft lips, filling her with both shock and shame. In a voice laced with terror and vulnerability, she stammered, "Who... who are you? Why are you doing this to me..."