The "luxury goods" on stage, the slaves below.

"Oooooh!" The voice was clearly that of a boy, but it was that of a young girl, now forced to her knees with her hands clipped behind her back by the big man in the van, and a very smart-looking woman in the passenger seat poking out to put a gag ball on the "girl" and scrutinizing her carefully! "The van slowed to a stop. The van slowed to a stop, "Worthy of Supervisor Yan, you can tell at a glance that this is the 'meat' we need." The tall and thin man driving the van patted his ass, "This rare 'lower level inspection' once a year can lead us to hunt for this kind of goods that are the most lacking in the company in one go, it's really congratulatory!" That Yan supervisor did not pay attention to these words, straight to the big man escorted "girl", first in "her" body and touch and pinch a number of, and then lifted the skirt to carefully observe the "scenery". The girl was a very beautiful girl, and she was a very beautiful girl, and she was very beautiful. After a while, said: "good, have 'top quality goods' potential, give her a good drug simple 'packaging', we now go to the manufacturing plant." After saying that, the mouth ball was removed, but the mouth was broken open by the big man, stuffed into two pills, then the struggle gradually subsided, the tall and thin man fawningly took the "packaging tools" and walked to the side of Yan Supervisor: "Please instruct, Yan Supervisor." There weren't many chances for such company executives to personally demonstrate their "business skills", so the two men watched with wide eyes. Supervisor Yan first roughly stripped off all of the "girl's" clothes and threw them aside, which exposed a skinny body, and then took out the special fake breasts and glued them where the peaks should be, and then took out a pair of pantyhose, which had a crotch stocking cover specially designed to hold the "sausage", with elasticity. Sausage", the elasticity of the flesh-colored pantyhose fit snugly on the body of the "girl", followed by a black glossy busty bunny suit style latex clothing set up, the fullness of the fake bosoms and the same as the real under the role of the bust is very tempting, the metallic luster of the cylinder plug slowly pushed into the "girl". The metallic cylinder plug slowly pushed into the "girl's" posterior, and finally the open zipper closed together, the first step of this "packaging" will be completed. The crotch of the extremely elastic latex garment was clearly in the shape of a sausage, but the rest of the body was clearly already that of a girl. The "girl" was not tied up and thrown directly into the car, because it was not far from the factory, but the effect of the drug will have to wait a long time. As the company's new generation of "production" drugs, it has the ability to change the human vocal cords and hair growth, the first time to take effect need to wait 24 hours, and then only need to be fed once a day for two months, will be able to permanently change the physiological structure of the recipient until the death of the recipient. The 24 hours had passed, the age and name of the "girl" was no longer important, she would then be put into the production line in the factory, which was divided into many types, depending on the quality of the "meat" brought back. On the cargo register, the "girl" was categorized in the production line for "high school girls", and was then locked onto a machine conveyor belt by the staff. Her hands and feet are straightened out on the machine, so that the "meat", with her hands held up high, is fixed to it as if it were a straight line. In the first step, the machine removes all the clothes and equipment from her body, and then she undergoes the first "simple rinsing". At this point, the "meat" is already awake, but in the manual part of the "simple rinsing", the meat has been put on a brand-new muzzle ball (to prevent the "meat" from biting off her tongue), and her hair has been dried and tied into a bun on her head. The hair has been dried and tied in a bun on the head, and the "whimpering" of the terrified "meat" is now in a girl's voice. Then a piece of iron ring opened and locked the neck of the "meat goods", the entire manufacturing channel is made of one-sided mirror gallery, "meat goods" can only see through the mirror to see their own "production" process, and outside the sight of the gallery, the "meat goods" can only see their own "production" process, and the "meat goods" can only see their own "production" process. The "meat" can only see itself being "made" through the mirror, while the line of sight outside the corridor can directly see the situation of the manufacturing channel, the outside is mainly supervised by the supervisor, the staff to ensure that the process is foolproof. The mechanical arm reaches out to the chest of the "meat" that is fixed to death, and slowly removes the prosthetic breasts on it, and then anesthetics are injected into the "meat", and the unconscious "meat" stops struggling, the mechanical arm then slides back and forth. Struggle, the mechanical arm will be a board for her transplanted on the real belongs to the woman's "bimbo", and then the mechanical arm accurately fill the girl's thighs and buttocks, so that her human body ratio is completely equal to normal women, then, that boyish face in the operation was plastic surgery into the face of the overflowing youthful teenage girl, and then the head below the part were done permanent hair removal. Then the hair was permanently removed from the head downwards, and the gag was put back on her face by a robotic arm, so that she was now a complete teenager - minus the drooping "sausage" underneath her body. During the second deep cleaning, the "meat" woke up again, she looked at herself in the mirror incredulously, whether it was the plump breasts, the upturned buttocks, or the face that was exclusively pure and innocent girl's face, her mouth drooling with the gag ball and forgetting to make a whimpering sound. But the sight of that drooping "sausage" still makes her blush. The next step was to "test the function of use", a thing with a mechanical cylinder at the end covered the "sausage" under the body of the "meat goods", watching her own straight organ being covered by the machine, she instinctively struggled with it. She instinctively struggled, but her hands and feet were firmly fixed, and the ring around her neck didn't move at all, so she could do nothing but whimper loudly with tears streaming down her face. The reflection in the mirror showed the other mechanical arm slowly approaching her posterior, and she trembled in despair, praying in her heart, but the cold texture at the mouth of the hole still made her cry out in horror, and the mouth of the tank was slowly enlarged by the machine ring, and then a cold metal rod entered. a cold metal rod, she was now literally afraid to move at all. Now, her backyard was being mechanically pumped, and the "sausage" was unconsciously necking up with the soft touch of the mechanical cylinder, and the mechanical degree of back-and-forth pounding was gradually becoming more and more intense, and shame and pleasure collided within her, and at last, the personnel outside the venue expressionlessly recorded the "size" of the "meat product", and the "size" of the "meat product". Finally, with a grimace, the off-site personnel recorded the "size" and "maximum capacity" of the "meat". Now her head was hanging down, her mouth was wide open and drooling, her gag ball was nowhere to be found, the water washed over her whole body, and the robotic arm even fixed her head and cleaned her nose, ears and mouth all over again. Her mouth was filled with an unknown liquid by a mechanical arm, making her urinate, a mechanical arm slowly connected her "sausage" to a transparent hose, only to see that the liquid inside the hose gradually became clear from yellow, and finally under the detection of the machine completely showed "colorless and tasteless! "The liquid inside the hose gradually changed from yellow to clear. And the vestibule was another hose [indescribable], the end of the hose is an inflatable cylinder plug can be switched on and off the hole plug tightly blocked the mouth, the hose is constantly conveying water, her body can not help but small amplitude twisting, feel the constant coolness of the vestibule, the intestinal tract is gradually occupied by the full of water, but shall not be discharged, so that she painfully in situ small amplitude writhing, the front of the " The "sausage" in front of her was even slowly engorged with blood and stood up, in front of the glass, Supervisor Yan instantly revealed a smile of satisfaction: "Update the size." Soon, another hose access to replace the water pipeline, she was able to release, in the mechanical cold fixed under the body trembling so she was forced to excrete back and forth many times clear water, until the water when discharged with the previous general clear until. Her entire body was finally completely cleaned, and the machine with its stocking weave covered her body with a layer of flesh-colored stockings up to her neck, both between her ass cheeks and the sausage, all seamlessly sewn together, and the elasticity of the special stockings was so horrific that the cylinder plug didn't even pierce the stockings when it entered her posterior, but rather entered the body with the stockings intact. Similarly, the tiny special urethra plug was also inserted into the "sausage" that was necked up by the feel of the stockings. Then a white bunny girl jumpsuit was sewn onto her body by the robotic arm in the same way, the bunny girl dress with gold lace embellishment, perfectly hiding the zipper for opening and closing the gears, the metal base of the cylinder plug with a magnet sucking on a ball of fluffy rabbit tails, which was very cute, and the white special banana shaped cage with a small lock was attached to the tiny belt on her waist, which was also decorated with gold stamping, so that the sausage was forced to cling to her skin, which was also very cute. forced to cling to her skin, it was impossible to open the little cage without a key. Her long hair was tied into a double ponytail, with a rabbit ear attached to the root of each of the double ponytails, and her two feet were forced to wear a pair of white lace-trimmed stockings despite having a layer of full-body customized meat silk, with simple but luxurious gold vertical line decorations that complemented the same bunny girl outfit on her body, giving her a sense of high class. Finally, a pair of white high heels with white leather straps, the interior of the high heels and the 12-centimeter high heel are pure gold, both sides of the handmade hollow and small holes in the toes make the inside of the white silk feet in full view, very attractive, the ankle of the white silk leather straps using a gold buckle connection, in the back is with a small gold lock, not only makes the high heels can not be taken off, but also according to the preference of the chain connection and become a sturdy, but also to make a pair of high heel shoes. The heels were not only made impossible to remove, but could be chained together and turned into sturdy shackles if preferred. The hands were also sewn with customized white lace gloves, which were robotically sewn, but the whole body was just right and precise - far from being man-made. The gold trim all over the body (except for the sturdy connecting parts and the lock) was made of solid gold, making it expensive as well. What had been removed was no longer a human being or a "meat product", but an authentic luxury item. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back in gold-stamped handcuffs, the leather straps around her ankles were attached with the same gold-stamped chains, and she was forced to stand and walk with her head held high behind her back, with a large man holding her shoulders tightly down. Her dazed eyes slowly fluttered open, widening in shock. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" she cried, struggling against the bonds behind her back, but to no avail. Suddenly, her chin was gripped, forcing her to turn and face the mature, beautiful woman. "You truly are completely untamed~" The girl could only weep and whimper, trying to speak. The woman stared into her terrified eyes. "Silence!" The girl's lithe body stilled, leaving only her frightened trembling. Then, she was tossed onto the bed. The woman's hand slid beneath her red dress, pulling down the black stockings and opening the small cage that contained her "sausage." The "sausage" was still encased in exquisitely cut silk stockings, a tiny opening in the middle revealing the tip of a small urethral plug. "Now, I will explain the rules." The beautiful woman's hand slowly caressed the silk-clad shaft. The last vestiges of male sensation finally caused it to stiffen. Watching the girl's shy, fearful gaze, the woman pressed down on her body with satisfaction. The silk-wrapped phallus slid into the waiting hole. Feeling the trembling body beneath her, she continued with a satisfied sigh, "As the 'livestock' we purchased outright, your status is the lowest. Your sole purpose is to be our outlet. We decide the right to use every part of your body. Every action you take must have our consent. Do you understand?" But the girl continued to squirm restlessly. The woman looked at the desperate longing for freedom in her eyes and laughed dismissively. "It seems you don't quite understand. Then, I must make you understand the consequences of disobedience in advance." Small iron rings were locked onto the head and base of the erect phallus, and onto the testicles at the base. They were connected by a chain. The woman re-doned her black stockings and roughly pulled the chain, standing up. The girl cried out in pain as she was forced to rise with the woman, looking at the chained shackles around her only "male organ." She blushed with shame, but was forced to follow, her bound hands desperately trying to remove the plug blocking her urethra and the uncomfortable little shackles from the silk-wrapped phallus, but to no avail. Her two white-stockinged legs, clad in 12-centimeter heels, were forced to limp along with the rough tugging beneath her body. Humiliation and tears gushed forth, but to no avail. "Mmph! Mmph mmph!" Looking at the dimly lit torture chamber, she finally understood what she was about to endure. Beside her lay a half-dead maid who had been punished. The maid's hands were hoisted high by iron shackles. Her maid's uniform had been roughly cut open from the chest. Clips connected to wires were clamped onto each peak of her breasts, the wires short and tightly connected to the gag in the maid's mouth, causing her breasts to be horribly stretched upwards. A fluffy tail sprouted from the center of her bare buttocks. A transparent tube extended from her front urethra, filled with a pale yellow liquid that stopped abruptly before a large clamp on the tube. A plastic rod, half of a [indescribable] fleshy vulva, emitted a terrifying hum. An unknown liquid wet her white thigh-high stockings. Her soaked white-stockinged toes were forced to stand on the ground, her legs spread apart by ropes. The liquid dripping from beneath her filled a pair of neatly arranged black high-heeled shoes. As the beautiful woman approached, her head, which had been hanging like a corpse, lifted with a spark of hope, only to stare at her in fear. The gag was removed, and her painfully stretched breasts finally fell with relief. But the maid's mouth remained tightly shut, as if afraid something would escape. "Very good, very good! It seems my new maid has finally learned the wisdom of keeping her mouth shut!" the woman's terrifying voice rang out. "Now, you are permitted to speak." "Mistress! Mistress, I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken out of turn. I... I will obey you completely. Please, please..." The woman's finger gently covered her lips, silencing her. "Then, let me see your resolve to correct your mistake." The woman grabbed the "tail" between her legs and pulled it down, revealing a large plug at the end of the tail, covered in excrement. The maid, under command, held it in, her face contorting in pain, but a small smear of yellowish-brown still escaped. The maid suddenly became terrified. "Please! Please, don't!" The chains connected to her hands rattled as she struggled. "Have you forgotten what you should keep shut?" The woman slowly walked forward. The maid flinched as if electrocuted and closed her mouth, leaving only a deathly despair on her face. The woman's voice suddenly became extremely gentle. "Don't be afraid~ It's over now. See? I've removed the clips~ If you need to pee, then pee~" The maid finally relaxed with relief. The pale yellow stream of urine shot forward rapidly through the thin tube. But the woman's expression turned cold, and she tightly gripped the thin tube. "Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!" A chilling scream echoed in the darkness. The woman closed her eyes with enjoyment, listening to the maid's convulsing, muffled pleas. After a long while, she finally quieted down. "It's alright. As long as this liquid stays inside you, I will forgive you~" She reached out and pushed the soft tube into the trembling mouth. The woman slowly released the tube. The maid could only fearfully hold it tightly, the urine returning to her mouth, both willingly and unwillingly, forcing large tears to fall. Finally, the maid was released. She knelt on the ground, head bowed, hands supporting her, weakly. "I really can't anymore... I know I was wrong... I was wrong..." The woman, however, smiled and crouched down, picking up the liquid-filled high-heeled shoe. "Open your mouth." The pitiful maid had no choice but to open her mouth, trembling as the woman poured the liquid from the high-heeled shoe down her throat. "Alright, if you help me deal with this new 'little rabbit,' then I'll pretend none of this happened. Deal with her as you did when you first arrived the day before yesterday. Ten minutes. I'll be back to check." The disheveled maid knelt on the ground until the woman had completely disappeared. Then, as if escaping for her life, she stood up and grabbed the chain connecting to the girl's body. "Mmph!!" She was hastily pulled towards a wooden horse. The maid, with some unknown burst of strength, managed to force the girl onto it. Sitting on the wooden horse, she was in agony, as if her buttocks were about to split open. Then, the maid stood on a stool and attached the iron chain connected to the ceiling to her collar. Her spread white-stockinged legs were now completely soaked with sweat. The iron frame on the wooden horse lifted her ankles high, forcing her to endure the most excruciating torment at a "perfect" angle. "Mmph!!!!" She struggled in pain, suffering whether she moved or not. The maid's trembling hands, however, unhesitatingly pulled down the bandeau on her chest, causing two large mounds to pop out. Clips connected to elastic bands were attached, instantly stretching her full breasts and accompanied by painful "Mmph" sounds. She tried to lean back to pull off the clips, but found that the elasticity of the bands only made her suffer more. The collar around her neck was connected to a chain and suspended from the ceiling, and the wooden horse's fixation prevented her from falling off the board. The maid, ignoring her painful struggles, knelt on the ground, trembling, awaiting her mistress's inspection. Behind the Level 1 goods temporary storage warehouse lies the branch industrial park. Let me take you on a tour." The two entered the gate. The first thing that caught their eyes was the "Special Grade Lactation Product Production Zone." Under Yun Jinyang's command, those cold, hollow, iron cylindrical structures were opened, revealing the scene within. Each cylinder was just large enough to hold 10 flesh goods, arranged in a circle like bullets in a revolver. Their hands were shackled with iron manacles, forcibly connected to iron pipes overhead. Their eyes were covered with blindfolds, the cow symbols on them proving their identity. Their mouths were tightly gagged with ball gags connected by leather straps, emitting "whimpering" sounds. Saliva flowed uncontrollably from their gagged mouths, like unattended livestock. The chains on their collars were almost taut, connecting to their hands cuffed overhead, forcing their heads up. The tags on their ears all started with '1', indicating their status. They were all dressed uniformly, with soft tubes connected to suction cups fixed on their ample [REDACTED]. There was a cow symbol at the edge of the white silk stockings pulled up to their thighs, and white leather strap high heels were tightly locked onto their ankles, forcing them to stand alert. They were grouped in tens, facing inwards in a circle, fixed before the same cylindrical operating core. A thick silver iron ring closed around their waists, forcing their upper bodies to endure the machine's extraction from their dual breasts, while the locked leather straps connecting to the high heels on their ankles were only secured by a single locked chain, leaving them a sliver of freedom to move their legs. The prolonged forced standing caused many of them to "whimper" in distress, helplessly shifting their white silk-clad legs, restricted by the shackles. Saliva and sweat streamed down their naked bodies, their hands held tautly above them, and with the added pressure of the collars and the waist rings, their upper bodies remained rigidly still, trembling. They all longed to escape this horrific torment, but to the rest of the company, they were merely "defective products" that had been discarded. Their only remaining value lay in their large and full breasts. Then, the sound of machinery began, and the continuous "whimpering" voices rose in fear, accompanied by the rapid clatter of chains and high heels against the ground, forming a symphony belonging to the "cows." Of course, the employees wearing specialized communication helmets couldn't hear any of this chilling sound, continuing their work as usual. The soft tubes connected to their breasts were instantly filled with forcibly extracted milk, which was then eagerly transported to the core behind them. Afterward, the soft tubes connected beneath their bodies repeated the same "excretion, feeding" process as in the main warehouse – the loosened anal plugs and urethral plugs were expelled with their waste under the trembling of all the flesh goods. This was followed by repeated flushing with clean water into their anuses and urethras, forcing them to expel it repeatedly to achieve cleanliness. However, what was injected into their anuses and intestines was a nutrient solution mixed with a special lactation-promoting agent, completely milky white. They writhed uncomfortably beneath their bodies and with their legs, but no matter how much they squirmed, they couldn't break free from the soft tubes firmly connected beneath them. Their "whimpering" sounds were tragic and desperate, but Yun Jinyang and Yun Che remained unmoved. Following this, the cleaned and disinfected anal plugs and urethral plugs were reinserted into their struggling anuses and beneath their bodies at the end of the milky white nutrient solution. Everything returned to the state it was in when Yun Jinyang and Yun Che first arrived. "Alright, take me to see the other product lines." Yun Che showed no outward emotion. "Of course." Yun Jinyang smiled and stepped aside. "Please, this way~ Sister Yun Che~" They arrived at a place resembling a commercial street. Yun Che was very confused; she hadn't expected a commercial street to exist within this mechanized industrial zone. Yun Jinyang, however, looked quite pleased. He smiled and explained, "This is the product experience zone. Level 1 goods with more appealing appearances undergo the same processing as Level 2-3 goods, and here they can experience the charm of our company's products for free. In addition to the vast majority of freely available Level 1 goods, there are also a few Level 2 goods available for paid experiences. You could say it's quite humane." He walked to one of the glass display windows in the commercial street and spoke into his wireless earpiece. The curtains inside the display window automatically opened, revealing two flesh goods. The tags on the ears of these two flesh goods were flipped over, clearly to prevent people from knowing their rating. The flesh good on the left was bound and seated on an ornate chair, arms crossed over her chest, legs crossed at the knee, much like an angry anime character—if one ignored the ropes. Fine golden ropes tightly bound her, forcing her to maintain this elegant, angry pose. Fine golden threads dug into her qipao and the lace trim of her black stockings on her legs, while the golden threads on the stool were tied securely and precisely, fixing her perfectly to the chair, unable to move. Her expression was one of sheer terror as she gazed at the two people in front of the display window, her body trembling slightly, clearly still trying to struggle. However, the gag firmly blocked her mouth. Her shoulder-length, curly hair, styled with great aristocratic flair, was neat and tidy. It was also evident that an iron frame extending from the back of the chair held her head in place, forcing her to maintain this posture. The other flesh good was even more unfortunate. She was only wearing a bikini in white and green stripes. While her breasts were not as full as the qipao-clad beauty beside her, her youthful vitality was evident from her physique and face. Now, she was bound in a five-horse spread and suspended, her legs spread apart revealing the end of an anal plug inlaid with emeralds and a very cute, fluffy dog's tail. The thin bikini covering her chest had small silver clips on the peaks that gleamed. On the ground lay a variety of adult toys, all of which, at a glance, were meticulously designed, perfect in both aesthetics and practicality, and undoubtedly expensive. The interior of the display window was both exquisite and beautiful, and the two carefully packaged, tightly bound live models exuded a wonderful sense of despair and fear, giving one a peculiar feeling. Her thrashing feet were caught, and the ropes first tightened around her ankles, then above her knees, forcing her legs together and then stretching them out or bending them again. But she couldn't break free from the terrifying ropes. She watched helplessly as the man lifted her skirt, her bound hands struggling incessantly, but to no avail. "Wuwuwu..." Her flesh-colored pantyhose were pulled down, and her underwear was ripped off and thrown on the floor. A dildo and a urethral plug were inserted into her body, depriving her of the right to excrete. She writhed in protest, but the two plugs were wedged in tightly, and with her hands and feet bound, she couldn't free herself. "Wuwuwu..." She cried, shaking her head, begging for the man's mercy. She didn't know what the man truly wanted, but the situation was clearly more than just a robbery; he wanted her. The ropes tightened around her waist, creating a rope that dug deep into her pantyhose and buttocks, constricting the dark forest and fleshly lips covered by the sheer stockings, pressing down on the urethral plug and dildo beneath. The foreign objects inside her and the friction from the tightened rope tormented her nether regions, but all she could do was writhe a couple of times with a "wuwuwu." The man shoved her to the ground and bent her legs backward. Her bound ankles were connected to the crossed position of her arms behind her back by another rope, leaving her in a 'horse spread' restraint, making even pushing off the ground to move an impossibility. The man turned and walked out of the storage room. As a hospital nurse, she knew well that the cleaning staff had already left for the night, and at this late hour, no one would come here. "Bang!" The crisp sound of the door closing cut off her last hope of escape. She struggled anxiously, only to hear the faint click of a lock on the now-closed door. "He... how does he have a key?!" She despaired. Already bound in a 'horse spread' on the floor, the idea of opening that door was a pipe dream. Now, locked in the storage room, escape was utterly impossible. "The package has been subdued. Tell me the next storage location." The man said calmly. For him and his remote partner, this was just another routine operation. Footsteps faded outside. Temporarily safe, she grew more anxious. "What is he going to do?! Is he going to get something?" she thought frantically. Her eyes fell on the tools and backpack the man had left behind. "He hasn't taken the items yet, he'll be back!!" she thought anxiously, trying to move her body. "Mmm... mmm..." Bound as she was, if she wanted to move, she had to arch her back and lift her buttocks, allowing her to inch forward like a caterpillar. But in the 'horse spread' restraint, to arch her body, her knees had to drive her legs forward. However, the rope binding her ankles was still tightly connected to the ropes binding her arms, so each time she arched her back and legs, the rope connecting her ankles would tug at the ropes on her hands, tightening almost all the meticulously bound rope loops on her upper body. This caused her nurse's uniform to press against her breasts, almost to the point of bursting. The torment to her upper body was not just from the tightened ropes, but also from the clothes pulled taut by them. Her breasts were squeezed by her uniform and the ropes, causing extreme discomfort. However, with her desperate struggle, she managed to move her body a tiny bit. Her legs, forced together by the ropes, bent on the floor. The rough ground had torn her pantyhose in many small holes, but she couldn't afford to care about that. The rope around her groin, tightening her vulva, secured the dildo and urethral plug, causing the deeply inserted objects to continuously torment her with her struggles. The late-night snack and coffee she had before her shift had long since been digested into waste. If it weren't for this sudden kidnapping, she would have already used the restroom and be heading home to rest. She clenched her groin rope, gritted her teeth on the gag, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She wasn't entirely sure what the large metal objects inserted into her body were for, so she painfully held back the urge to relieve herself, slowly wriggling forward. "Wuwuwu... If only I hadn't been so greedy..." the little nurse thought sadly. When the man threatened her with a knife, she had already felt like she was about to wet herself. Now, stimulated by the groin rope and the objects in her body, her suffering deepened. "Just a little, just a little more..." She finally moved slowly to the storage room door. She looked up at the unreachable doorknob and cried out in despair: "Mmm! Mmm!" Her plea for help was muffled by the tape and blocked by the door. The corridor outside was silent, and a lonely wind blew through the door crack, brushing against her flushed cheeks. "What to do... what to do..." she thought anxiously. Even bound in a 'horse spread' on the floor, she still writhed unwillingly. At this moment, she looked around and finally glanced at the storage locker by the door. The cabinet door was ajar, revealing a darkness and silence as deep as death. "It's the staff locker! There must be tools inside that I can use!" With a glimmer of hope, she slowly and painfully crawled over again. "Bang!" Her struggling head collided with the metal door of the cabinet. She slumped her head wearily, forced to stop and rest for a moment. But in her 'horse spread' restraint, she couldn't adjust her position and could only lie on her side, closing her tear-filled eyes. "It's been so long, if I don't hurry, the man will be back!" Driven by fear, she opened her eyes again. The brief rest had somewhat restored her strength. She suppressed the urge to urinate and positioned herself with her limbs facing up and her belly and chin facing down, 'crawling' on the floor. She twisted her head forcefully, and the ajar cabinet door was knocked open by her head. The door creaked open, and the sight that greeted her was enough to make her regret her decision. In the dark, person-sized cabinet, lay another bound person. Judging by the cleaning uniform and build, it was a woman. Her head was covered with a burlap sack, the opening of which was tightly tied with rope at the neck to prevent removal. Her hands appeared to be bound behind her back, but it wasn't clearly visible. Her knees and ankles were bound with rope. Through the loose pant leg, one foot wore a short stocking, directly stepping on the cabinet floor, while the other foot was still in a white mid-heel shoe. This woman was motionless, like a dead person. Even more frightening was a rope extending from behind the burlap-covered head, hanging from an iron bar at the top of the cabinet. Hidden by her head and body, it was unclear whether it was connected to her hands bound behind her back or to the rope loop around her neck. She trembled in terror, controlling herself to avoid thinking of the worst. She let out two "wuwu" sounds, but the woman in the cabinet remained motionless, unresponsive. A faint smell of urine and excrement emanated from it. Although faint, it was enough for her to catch. "In homicides, some people lose control of their bladder and bowels when they are strangled," she recalled from a forensic book she had read during her nursing training. And the crotch of the woman's pants seemed to have wet marks. She closed her eyes in horror. The motionless bound woman, the smell in the air, the rope connected to the top, the tightly tied rope loop around her neck, the pants that seemed to be wet with excrement... these terrifying images were deeply imprinted in her mind. "That man... he must have killed her to get the key..." She was terrified, tears streaming down her face as she struggled. "Will I die too...? What to do... what to do..." She struggled, accompanied by a bone-chilling fear. Her body finally gave way to extreme emotion. "Mmm!!!!" She unwillingly clenched her buttocks and nether regions, trembling as she prepared to welcome the foul-smelling discharge. But it was all blocked by the dildo and urethral plug in her vagina and urethra, and the groin rope securing them, forcing it back into her body. "No... no..." She couldn't stop her terrible fantasies. "He must have blocked it because he was afraid I'd lose control of my bladder and bowels when I died, right? No..." She writhed, trying every form of struggle, but her crossed hands could barely reach the taut ropes, let alone bring them together. Her ankles were still connected to her bound and crossed arms. "No... I can't escape..." she thought despairingly, looking at the ropes on her body, and let out a desperate "wuwu." The frigid carriage, save for its black doors and ceiling, was entirely clad in mirror-like, polished chrome. Under the cold, white ceiling lights, these reflective walls mirrored the scene within. I'd only ever seen this type of vehicle used for transporting luxury goods – those mirrored walls were perfect for a comprehensive view of the cargo. But now, there was no luxury in here, only living, breathing people. I slumped my head in exhaustion. My fallen red high heel, with an astonishing coincidence, landed perfectly upright on the floor, sole down. It lay angled towards me, offering a clear view of the meager amount of semen pooled in its sole. The fluid, spilled during its fall, was unevenly spread across the smooth surface of the shoe and dotted the mirror-like floor. "What am I doing?! What was that just now..." The desire that had naturally arisen, the maddening torment, was as shocking as this high heel stained with filth. Yet, the unprecedented pleasure and the bizarre experience were indelibly etched in my mind. The clearer they became, the more disgusted I felt by my own submission and perversion. And here I was, still staring at the shameful substance that had brought me to climax. Damn it. Unable to bear this humiliation any longer, I forced my gaze elsewhere. The mirrors opposite and behind me reflected each other, making both my front and back unnervingly clear. I met the gaze of my own tear-streaked, disheveled face in the mirror for a moment, but was quickly drawn to the gaping mouth between red lips, from which saliva dripped. A glistening sheen of saliva coated her parted lips, and the small section of stocking visible between them, wet with saliva, was a glaring, though not overtly prominent, sight. A muffled "mmph" quickly answered the desperate speculation in my mind, and so my gaze was forced to travel further down. My upper body was clad in a white gauze top. Even the delicate lace embroidery at the chest couldn't conceal the breasts, lifted by a red embroidered bra, beneath the semi-sheer fabric. The ruffled collar hugged a slender, girlish neck, and a small golden pull-tab, located at the center of the back of the neck, gleamed under the carriage's white light. A similarly golden, slender zipper ran down the back, hugging the semi-sheer white gauze, but a pair of arms bound behind the back obscured the view further down. Yes, they were a girl's arms. The white gauze sleeves ended at the elbows, with semi-transparent white ruffled lace at the cuffs. The pale arms were bound behind her back in an "X" shape, with the upper arms tighter than the lower. Two fists, encased in multiple pairs of crystal-short stockings, were held high. The intersection of the "X" was at the knot that cin The stockings were finally removed, the tip stained with pre-ejaculate dangling before her, before being tossed onto the floor by the woman. To the woman, this creature was no different from livestock, a view reinforced by what she had seen earlier beneath her feet. She grabbed all the stockings stuffed into the "human-beast's" rear, pulling them out with muffled whimpers around the ball gag. The "meat product" couldn't help but writhe its hips uncomfortably, and in a surge of adrenaline-fueled struggle, it even managed to lift its body a few inches off the stool. The woman, unfazed, simply sat down on it, her tight, well-formed buttocks encased in the suit fabric pressing its erection almost parallel to the ground. "Mmph mmph— Mmph mmph!!" Almost unable to move under the pressure, she endured the final expulsion of the blockage with whimpers. "Waaah..." She trembled all over, watching as the woman attached two transparent cups connected by tubes to her breasts. With a low whirring sound, the suction from her chest gradually increased. Unease and struggle resurfaced, but the limited swaying under restraint was far from enough to escape the tightly sealed cups. Her nipples were far more sensitive than those of an average woman. The clips had temporarily numbed the sensation, but now, with its return, the feeling was even more acute. Her body went soft, and with trembling arousal, a sense of climax began to build within her. Before she could reach the peak, a new foreign object entered her body from the rear— The poor "meat product" only knew its anus was blocked again, unaware that the anal plug was connected to two transparent tubes. With a press of a button, the woman could close the openings of the two tubes. The thin, inflatable outer layer quickly conformed to the shape of her anus, preventing any further expulsion. The heat could only churn within her body, driving her to a state of exquisite torment under restraint. Not long after, two full bottles of breast milk sat just out of her reach, what was once hers, now extracted for another's possession. And this was only the beginning. Next, a thin tube was inserted into the slit at the tip of its erection. The rubber band and the tube opening on the anal plug were released almost simultaneously. Its [redacted] immediately streamed with feces and urine. The disgusting mixture of excrement and semen or arousal filled the entire tube. This foul concoction was clearly not what the woman desired, so she released it into a prepared waste bag, intending to resample. The items in the van were more comprehensive than she had imagined. She quickly found half a bucket of clean water, a water pump, and a water purifier. This was a special portable kit developed for this purpose, designed for enema cleansing and "feeding." After attaching it to the soft tube of the anal plug, the woman began to cleanse the "meat product's" intestines. Cool water was pumped into its trembling body through one tube, circulated, and then expelled through another. The now cloudy liquid was then purified by the portable water purifier and pumped back into its rear. The eyes of the stocking-covered head were already wet with tears, and the whimpers had shifted from strong resistance to a soft, helpless resignation. The woman ripped off the stocking from the "meat product's" head and removed the ball gag. The disheveled and pitiful face immediately began to plead, its words becoming frantic due to extreme discomfort and fear. The woman placed a finger on her lips, signaling her to be quiet, then took out a bottle of water and commanded, "Drink it." The water in the transparent plastic bottle looked crystal clear and had no smell. She had no choice but to comply, gulping down half the bottle. The woman, of course, would not tell her it was a diuretic—its colorless and odorless properties made it useful for both abductions and cleaning excretory areas. Then, before the "meat product" could even cry out, a strange, ice-silk black hood was placed directly over its head. With the addition of special biological materials, it quickly transformed, eventually fitting perfectly like a new layer of skin over every inch of its face. Within seconds of completion, the biological material decomposed and peeled away from the fabric, leaving only the perfectly fitted ice-silk material to wrap its head. In the mouth area, the biological material had burrowed into its oral cavity as soon as it was in place and remained there as it decomposed, wrapped in ice-silk like a sponge, blocking its mouth. The ice-silk material was extraordinary, yet typical of Yun's luxury craftsmanship, though no one outside knew its purpose. A pale yellow [redacted] instantly filled the urethral tube. Once the ideal amount was reached, the woman completely re-secured the two excretory areas. Two bottles of excrement appeared next to the two bottles of breast milk. Finally, there were the important samples, most likely to unravel all the mysteries. Zhang Xiaojing stood at the door, taking a deep breath. Through the crack, she could already hear faint moans. She knew that opening the door would reveal the "pasture" of the breeder. Her hand hesitated for a moment before she turned the doorknob. "Ah!" Despite being mentally prepared, Zhang Xiaojing cried out. She covered her mouth, her eyes widening. In this room, divided by a central aisle, two rows of women were securely restrained on each side. Judging by their figures, none appeared to be older than twenty; "girls" would be a more fitting term. Each trembling, delicate body was fixed to a custom-made iron frame. The girls were uniformly dressed in white silk qipaos with high collars. The slanted plackets of the collars were adorned with small, pale pink balls. Their beautiful legs were encased in white, lace-trimmed, thigh-high stockings, making the black leather straps tightly locking their ankles appear incredibly conspicuous. Their trembling, white-stockinged feet rested directly on the bare floor. What connected their spread legs was not chains, but solid iron rods, welded at their ends to the metal connectors on the leather straps around their ankles, forcing their legs into this spread position while completely stripping them of any ability to move. The short qipaos did not cover their naked private parts, and Zhang Xiaojing could clearly see their vulvas being stretched open by black cylinders connected to transparent tubes. Their movements indicated this was not a pleasant experience. Their urethras were similarly connected to thin tubes, and their anuses were not spared either, merely a magnified version of what entered their urethras. The restraints around their waists and the roots of their thighs, along with their extensions, served to secure them. No matter how violently they struggled, the inserted devices could not be dislodged even slightly. Their hands were tightly bound by restraints, fastened behind their backs in a European straight-arm style. Two simple, crude, and tight chest binders, cinched above and below their breasts, served to further secure their hands against their torsos and the iron frames. They also made their full breasts appear more swollen, facilitating the transparent soft tubes to adhere to their nipples via glass containers to extract milk—the chest of the qipao was designed to be open for this very purpose. On the floor in front of each girl were a row of grooves, inlaid with two square glass containers. The labels above indicated what these embedded containers held: desire fluid and breast milk. The tubes connected to their private parts and chests ended here. The remaining tubes simply connected to the floor, running parallel to other opaque squares. These squares were dark and inconspicuous, as if their contents were meant to be kept hidden. Their eyes were blindfolded with ribbons, and their mouths were propped open by speculums connected to tubes, secured by leather straps on their heads and locked at the back. On their right thighs, in the "absolute territory," a peach-colored number was stamped, starting from the first and arranged in sequence: 01, 02, 03, 04. Each room could accommodate a total of eight. The numbers stamped on them were so distinctive that they reminded Zhang Xiaojing of the quality seals on pork in a wet market. The shape of the iron frames forced the restrained bodies into a slight forward bend. Leather straps around their necks were locked to a chain connected to the iron frame behind them, which supported their weight and restricted their movement, pulling their heads up high. Here, even listlessly hanging their heads to rest seemed to be an impermissible action. The electronic clock on the wall flipped to exactly 7:00 AM. Instantly, a faint, dull mechanical sound echoed through the room. The restrained girls simultaneously cried out, and their rigidly confined bodies began to struggle weakly. "Mmmph—woo woo—woo woo—" Overlapping cries rose and fell, mixed with a hint of seductive desire and helplessness. Immediately, the thin tubes sealing their mouths filled with liquid, and a mysterious rose-red fluid began to be poured into their mouths. All the girls' faces turned flushed, their nipples hardened and perked up. At this moment, their struggles and cries intensified, carrying a strange allure and despair. Nearly half the girls dug their toes, clad in transparent white stockings, into the floor, their hands gripping the restraints tightly, as if terrified of something approaching. "Woo woo!!! Mmmph!!!" The decibel level of their whimpers instantly increased. Pure white liquid suddenly filled the tubes connected to their anuses, pouring en masse into their trembling bodies. The sounds emanating from their blocked mouths became more seductive, but if one didn't listen closely, the discomfort and despair were almost imperceptible. Their struggles, however, became more vigorous—even though they knew all their struggles were in vain. At this moment, a strange, dark green, worm-like object wriggled its way up a tube. It looked soft and limp, yet incredibly bizarre, startling even Zhang Xiaojing. The thing looked slick and bare, resembling some kind of tentacle, and it entered their bodies along each tube connected to their nether regions. More violent struggles, more desperate trembling. The sight was so terrifying that Zhang Xiaojing, the observer, fell to her knees. "Zhang Xiaojing, is it?" Inside the Serensio Hotel, a woman leaned against the balcony of a guest room. Her voluminous, wavy hair cascaded over one bare shoulder, and she wore a black, strapless mermaid dress that hugged her mature figure, adorned with only a few thin silver threads, making her incredibly alluring. "No, I'm interested. Continue," she said. She turned her head, her sharp gaze falling on a wooden coat rack. Hanging there was a black women's suit, a gilded name tag still attached. Yan Lin. Or rather, Yan Linru. "Understood. You can go now." Yan Lin sighed softly and opened the wardrobe. Inside, another woman was hanging, bound tightly. "Heh... So, this is really uncomfortable—" The woman's feet were almost off the ground, with only her toes barely touching. She wore sheer, flesh-toned stockings, her soles and toes already slick with cold sweat. Her hands were bound behind her back, and eighty percent of her body weight rested on the rope around her neck. She wore a pair of deep brown, straight-leg trousers that were slightly wide at the hem. Due to their slightly small size, they perfectly accentuated her rounded buttocks and the taut curve of her hips. Her top was gone, revealing her full breasts encased in a pale pink bra. There was a bit of flab on her body, evident from the tight waistband and the bra-clad breasts, indicating she was no longer young. Yet, this softness became part of her fleshy appeal. "Mature woman" was the most fitting description. Her head, however, was covered by a dark cloth bag, obscuring her face. "Bringing you out of Yun Corporation wasn't easy, Guo Zhihui." "I often wonder if I should have just left you there to be slowly killed by them." Yan Lin slowly approached, unbuckled the woman's belt, and exposed her full, panty-less vulva. "Heh heh..." Yan Lin embraced the woman's body and reached for her buttocks, forcing a moan from her. From her muffled sounds, it was clear Guo Zhihui's mouth was gagged. Yan Lin's other hand held a charging cable. Prying apart Guo Zhihui's buttocks, he revealed a large anal plug blocking her rear. The charging cable was for the anal plug, its battery depleted. Guo Zhihui, who had originally been left for dead in Yun Corporation's secret interrogation room, now reappeared in Yan Lin's guest room at the Serensio Hotel. "Think you're so tight-lipped?" Guo Zhihui's body began to tremble. A weak current flowed slowly into her body from her rear, and with the anal plug's gradually increasing vibration frequency, her pained whimpers intensified. Her bound hands, connected to the rope behind her neck, prevented her from struggling downwards or resisting in any way. She could only writhe helplessly, her bound lower body unable to escape the unbearable torment. A few drops of thick saliva leaked from the cloth bag covering her head, dripping onto her toes, staining the sheer stockings a darker shade. The liquid from a previous enema still remained inside Guo Zhihui, held in place by the anal plug that was tormenting her. However, her semi-suspended position already made breathing difficult. She dared not struggle further, only intensifying the trembling throughout her body. "Since you 'don't know,' then let your mouth remain gagged." Yan Lin tore at Guo Zhihui's bra. "It just so happens I'm in a bad mood. Let's see if your performance can offer me some solace?" "Try this first," Yan Lin said, holding a dildo and a specially designed gag. It was obvious at a glance that the dildo's size was just right to pass through the gag's opening and reach the bound person's throat. Moreover, the matching design ensured that the two fit together snugly, leaving no room for error. "No, don't..." Guo Zhihui trembled all over, her mind on the verge of collapse. "Ah! — Gulu!!" Yan Lin pressed the switch of the electric anal plug. The moment Guo Zhihui screamed, she sealed her mouth with the gag, tightening the leather straps to the extreme. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!!!" Guo Zhihui's bound hands struggled incessantly as she watched the dildo get closer and closer to her mouth. But with the gag on, she couldn't close her mouth no matter how hard she tried. "Mmmph! Gulu... ugh—" Her silk-clad feet, kneeling on the ground, also trembled under the restraints. Her bound hands, however, were utterly incapable of preventing the dildo's penetration. The more she struggled, the more excited Yan Lin became, pushing the dildo all the way in. "Ugh— ugh ugh..." Guo Zhihui couldn't immediately adapt to the foreign object penetrating her throat, but she could only struggle in vain with her bound limbs, enduring it. Yan Lin then took a water bottle connected to a soft tube from the wardrobe. After filling it with water, she poured tap water into it. Shaking it twice, she connected the soft tube on the bottle to the small hole left by the gag at the dildo's base. Soon, a trickle of cool water mixed with a diuretic shot into Guo Zhihui's body from the top of the dildo, forming fine streams. "Mmmph~ mmmph..." Guo Zhihui was forced to accept the liquid. The sensation of it being shot into her throat made her feel extremely humiliated. Even though she knew it wasn't real, she couldn't help but blush. Yan Lin, meanwhile, sat nearby with her morning tea, squinting her eyes, and quietly waiting for Guo Zhihui to absorb all the water into her stomach. "Mmm..." Guo Zhihui hadn't been fed much water in the past few days, so this moment was actually less uncomfortable. Even the blockage in her mouth, after getting used to it, was no longer as painful as before. As soon as Guo Zhihui finished drinking, Yan Lin walked over and helped her up. She hooked her slender fingers into the crotch of Guo Zhihui's pantyhose, tearing a small hole. With her other hand, she held a soft, long urethral plug. She parted the lace lingerie, which was already designed with an open crotch, and with a low, lewd moan, pushed it into the beautiful woman's body. This urethral plug also had an opening for urination. Yan Lin lightly chuckled and inserted an iron rod with two small bells at the end. She could already imagine the beautiful scene of the woman in front of her with these bells jingling soon. The diuretic had not yet fully taken effect, and Guo Zhihui was already starting to have an ominous premonition in her lower body. "Wuwu..." Maybe I should... just say it... Guo Zhihui couldn't help but think, but her gagged mouth indicated that her current situation didn't allow for any wavering. Guo Zhihui shook her head tearfully, but Yan Lin ignored her intention. She turned and hugged Guo Zhihui's waist from behind, gently licking her neck. Enjoying the trembling, she pushed a slightly larger vibrator into Guo Zhihui's lower body. "Think about it again—" the voice that came from her ear was chillingly cold. The ropes quietly climbed up her arms behind her, binding her securely in a European-style straight-arm restraint. The remaining rope passed through her armpits, gathering her shoulders and neck, forming a series of knots. Two parallel ropes immediately constricted her gagged lower body, quickly forming a tight tortoise shell binding on her trembling body. With the support of the crotch rope, the urethral plug, anal plug, and vibrator, already embedded in Guo Zhihui's lower body, were pressed even more firmly. Yan Lin also used a shoelace-thick rope to tightly bind Guo Zhihui's thumbs, connecting the other end to her crotch rope, so that even the struggle of her hands would increase the friction of the crotch rope. If Guo Zhihui were holding her urine or in a state of vibrational stimulation, the consequences would be unimaginable. Between the two parallel crotch ropes, the two small bells dangled, their thin strings attached to the iron rod almost invisible. However, this was not the only rope exposed from the crotch binding. Behind Guo Zhihui, two parallel ropes sandwiched a thin, black data cable, extending less than a meter. It was connected to a mobile phone charger plugged into the socket, charging the electric vibrating anal plug that had been in Guo Zhihui's body for who knows how long. Her legs, clad in chestnut-colored silk stockings and already pressed together due to discomfort, now had the "decoration" of several rope circles. Not only were key areas like her knees and ankles bound, but even her delicate toes, covered by the stockings, were bound in pairs with thin ropes. Even these beautiful silk feet, which were already of little use, had lost their last bit of freedom. "Done." Yan Lin, standing behind Guo Zhihui, sneered, "See you later." "Click." Yan Lin pressed the switch, and the vibrator and anal plug were immediately activated, vibrating irregularly. Interspersed with the fluctuating electric shocks from the anal plug, the flushed Guo Zhihui immediately bent over in pain. However, the bindings were so tight that she could barely keep her balance, almost falling face-first, but managed to stand unsteadily. The bells hanging from her private parts had already jingled with malicious intent. Yan Lin glanced at Guo Zhihui dismissively, tossed the remote control in her hand, and changed into an evening gown amidst the jingling sounds and a mixture of painful and seductive whimpers, then walked out of the guest room at a leisurely pace.