The Calamity of the Qin King's Daughter

The carpet at the cinema entrance swallowed Tong Tong's footsteps. In the dim red light, her fingers trembled slightly as she clutched the movie ticket. The hemp rope on her wrist was hidden by the wide sleeves of her hoodie, only a small section visible when she raised her hand to have her ticket checked. The rough fibers brushed against the ticket checker's fingertips, who glanced at her with a hint of confusion before being pushed forward by the surging crowd behind, leaving no time for further questions. The screening room was as dark as if steeped in ink, with only the light reflected from the screen casting shifting patches on the audience's faces. Tong Tong tiptoed towards the back row, her canvas shoes making a faint creaking sound on the steps. She chose an empty seat in the corner. As soon as she sat down, she felt the knot beneath her skirt pressing against her thigh. She had tied it herself before leaving, the tightness just enough to restrict her movements while leaving sufficient space for activity. The man next to her was munching on popcorn, the rustling of the bag mixing with the explosions on screen. Tong Tong pretended to adjust her hoodie, her fingertips stealthily reaching inside her collar to touch the hemp rope crisscrossing her collarbone. Her heart pounded, and she could hear her own breathing becoming heavy inside her mask. The cinema's air conditioning chilled the back of her neck, but it couldn't suppress the heat surging beneath her skin. The movie reached an intense chase scene, the gunshots and screeching tires making the seats tremble. Tong Tong's fingers slid down the hemp rope, and as they passed over her bound chest, the constriction beneath the fabric suddenly became palpable. Her breathing faltered for half a beat. In the flash of white light on the screen, she subtly pulled down the hoodie zipper half an inch, revealing the curves etched by the rope – when the man next to her glanced over, she hastily pulled up her hood, her earlobes burning red. Laughter from a couple in the back row reached her ears, and Tong Tong's fingers curled beneath her skirt. The rope chafed the inner thighs, creating a fine itch, like ants crawling. She bit her lower lip, and during the darkness of a scene transition, she hooked her fingertip under the hem of her skirt and lifted it slightly, letting the edge of the rope brush against her sensitive skin. An electric shiver coursed up her spine. She clenched her fist tightly, her nails digging into her palm to prevent herself from making a sound. The music on screen suddenly softened as the male and female leads kissed in the rain. Tong Tong seized the opportunity to slip her hand inside her waistband, her fingertips finding the switch of the vibrator she had prepared. The moment she pressed it, a faint buzzing sound was drowned out by the background music. Her body involuntarily tensed, and the fabric of the seat was creased deeply by her grip. The man next to her seemed to notice something and shifted closer. The buttery scent of his popcorn mixed with his cigarette smoke, making her heart beat even faster. The vibration intensity was stealthily increased, Tong Tong's breathing growing more rapid, the hot air inside her mask fogging up her glasses. Her body began to writhe uncontrollably, her knees bumping the back of the seat in front, making a soft thud. The woman in front turned around, her eyes showing clear displeasure. Tong Tong quickly lowered her head, pretending to search for a dropped tissue, her earlobes burning as if about to bleed. The surrounding gazes made her feel both ashamed and flustered, yet there was a strange sense of stimulation. The flickering light and shadow on the screen reflected on her sweat-dampened hair. The vibrator's tremors spread through her limbs, making her bite down on the edge of her mask. When that familiar wave of heat washed over her, she squeezed her eyes shut, her body arching like a bow on the seat, only to collapse limply as if all her strength had been drained when the screen suddenly flashed with a blinding white light. Before her breathing could even steady, a second wave of tremors arrived silently. Tong Tong knew she couldn't hold on much longer. She grabbed the bag on her lap and practically stumbled out of the screening room. The corridor lights stung her eyes, and the rapid clicking of her heels (which she had deliberately changed into) on the floor drew frequent glances from passing staff. The stall door in the restroom slammed shut with a bang, the click of the metal bolt locking echoing sharply in the empty space. Tong Tong's back hit the tiled wall heavily, the cold sensation spreading rapidly up her spine, making her shiver. Her legs suddenly lost their strength, and she slowly slid down the wall. The moment her buttocks hit the edge of the toilet bowl, she gasped in pain, and the mask in her mouth was dislodged by the impact, falling onto the wet floor. She gasped for air, her throat feeling like it was stuffed with dry cotton, each breath a burning pain. The hemp rope on her wrist had long since left deep red marks. The burning sensation from the rough fibers rubbing against her skin, mixed with the chill of the tiles, twisted into a knot within her limbs. Tong Tong's fingers instinctively reached to untie the knot, but as soon as her fingertips touched the end of the rope, she was interrupted by a rapid tremor – the vibration beneath her skirt continued, like a trapped hummingbird beating its wings frantically. The hum of the exhaust fan on the restroom ceiling filled the air, making the smell of disinfectant even more pungent. Tong Tong lowered her head, watching her trembling fingertips grope beneath her skirt, her fingernails still stained with dust from the cinema carpet. Her fingertips repeatedly rubbed against the switch of the vibrator, the texture on its surface making her skin itch. She took a deep breath and abruptly pushed the setting to the highest level. The humming sound suddenly became sharp, like a taut steel wire snapping. Tong Tong's body tensed instantly, her back pressed firmly against the tiles. The cold glaze was warmed by her body heat, creating a small patch of blurry steam. She trembled as she reinserted the device, and when her fingertips touched the dampness on the fabric, her stomach churned. That patch of dampness, warm with her body heat, released a faint scent of sweat in the cool air, making her cheeks instantly flush red. The sound of water refilling the toilet tank suddenly broke the silence, the gurgling of water hitting the porcelain walls mixing with the vibrator's hum, creating a bizarre rhythm. Tong Tong curled her knees up, burying her face in them. She could feel the vibrations spreading through her bones to her temples, and the tiled floor in her vision began to sway, like a water surface disturbed by pebbles. Her fingers dug into the grooves of the toilet bowl's edge, where a ring of yellowish grime had accumulated. The rough texture allowed her to regain a sliver of grounding. The stall door was thin, and the footsteps and voices of people passing by outside were clearly audible. A woman in high heels walked past the door, the clicking of her heels on the floor growing closer and then fading into the distance at the end of the corridor. Tong Tong's heart pounded as if it would shatter her ribs. She held her breath, afraid that her uncontrolled gasps would be heard by those outside. The vibrator's tremors grew stronger, making her teeth chatter uncontrollably, the light clinking of her upper and lower teeth particularly clear in the confined space. The water stains on the tiled floor reflected her distorted image. Her hair was disheveled and stuck to her forehead, the cuffs of her hoodie were stretched out of shape, and the exposed wrists bore crisscrossing red marks. A coppery sweetness rose in Tong Tong's throat. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to suppress the surging tide of heat within her body with pain. But the vibrations continued, like a tireless drill, bit by bit chipping away at her taut nerves, making her body twitch involuntarily. The exhaust fan suddenly let out a piercing squeak, as if something had jammed its bearings. Tong Tong flinched at the sudden noise, her fingertips almost hitting the flush button in her panic. She steadied her breathing and readjusted her posture, only to find her fingers numb and devoid of sensation. She could only let the rope knot tighten further on her wrist. The sound of a tissue box being pulled from outside the stall, accompanied by rustling noises, also included low laughter between women. Tong Tong buried her face deeper, her shoulders heaving from the effort of restraint. The tremors from the vibrations came in waves, making her vision blur. The coldness of the tiles seeped through the thin fabric of her skirt, repeatedly warring with the heat within her body, like a war with no winner. When another intense wave of vibration struck, Tong Tong's nails dug deep into her palm. The pain brought a brief moment of clarity. She looked at her reflection in the water stains on the floor and suddenly found the whole situation ridiculously absurd – seeking that fleeting thrill had trapped her in such a pathetic predicament. The vibrator's hum still echoed in her ears, but now it sounded like nothing more than an irritating noise. After an unknown amount of time, the sound of running water gradually faded. Tong Tong's consciousness began to blur, feeling as if all the strength had been drained from her body. A warm wetness spread from beneath her pant leg, instantly bringing her back to her senses – she had lost control of her bladder. She fumbled to turn off the vibrator, only to find she didn't even have the strength to untie the hemp rope on her wrist. She could only slump onto the cold floor, letting tears mix with sweat as they streamed down her face. "You look cute in that outfit today." The chubby man held a roll of beige cotton rope, a small bell tied to its end. Against the wall of the activity room stood a wooden rack specifically for Japanese four-post restraints, faint marks from rope friction still visible on its surface. Tongtong clutched the lace hem of her cake dress, watching the chubby man approach. Her toes, encased in white stockings, curled on the floor, the subtle itch of smooth fabric against her skin palpable. "Let's try a leg bind first," the chubby man said, squatting down. The bell on the cotton rope jangled, emitting an irritating sound. The leg bind began at the ankles. The chubby man wrapped the cotton rope around her tightly bound ankles three times, leaving even spacing between each loop, before extending upwards and crossing into a diamond shape at her calves. Tongtong could clearly count the number of times the rope turned. The rough texture of the cotton rope transmitted through the white stockings, applying just the right amount of pressure, causing her body to involuntarily tense. As he wrapped her knees, the chubby man deliberately slowed down. The cotton rope formed two tight restraints above her knees, mirroring the diamond knot below, securely fixing her legs together. The bell was tied to the knot on the inside of her knees, and any slight movement from Tongtong would elicit a soft "ding-a-ling," as if reminding her of her current state. "Try standing up," the chubby man said, supporting her arm. Tongtong carefully straightened up, only to find her legs could only move in small increments. Each step required her knees to remain together. The hem of her cake dress swayed gently with her movements, revealing her white-stockinged calves, the rope knots on them like exquisite decorations. Next came the Japanese four-post restraint. The chubby man gestured for Tongtong to lie down on the wooden rack, her abdomen resting on a soft cushion, her arms stretched forward, wrists secured to two hooks at the front of the rack. The cotton rope extended from her wrists to her waist, forming a complex net behind her back, firmly securing her upper body to the rack, leaving only her shoulders and back with slight mobility. The leg restraint was more elaborate. The chubby man pulled her legs apart to the sides, the ropes at her ankles connected to pulleys on either side of the rack. By adjusting the pulley positions, her legs were held in a state of maximum spread. Her thighs, encased in white stockings, trembled slightly from the stretch, and the hem of her cake dress was pulled taut, revealing more white lace trim. "Now, let's add some tools," the chubby man said, taking two small electro pads from his toolbox. The adhesive side of the pads was a gentle skin tone, almost invisible when applied. He placed the pads separately below Tongtong's shoulder blades, through the fabric of her cake dress, just enough for her to feel a faint coolness. The main unit of the electro-stimulator sat on a low table beside the rack, numbers flickering on its display. The moment the chubby man pressed the start button, Tongtong felt a slight tingling sensation on her back, like a tiny bee crawling on her skin. The current was very low, more like a gentle reminder, causing her body to instinctively tense. The ropes at her wrists tightened, and the bells emitted a rapid jingle. "Can you handle it?" the chubby man's voice came from in front. Tongtong bit her lip and nodded, her toes in the white stockings curling even tighter. The current slowly increased, the tingling gradually turning into a mild stinging that spread along her spine, making her breathing a little rapid. The lace trim of her cake dress trembled with her body. The appearance of the vibrator made Tongtong's body tremble slightly. It was a pink cylindrical object with a four-speed switch. The chubby man fixed the vibrator beneath the rack, positioned directly at her inner thighs. Through the cake dress and white stockings, she could feel the low hum as the vibrator activated. As the low-frequency vibration began, Tongtong's body instinctively tensed. The vibration transmitted through the fabric and white stockings, working in conjunction with the current on her back, continuously stimulating Tongtong's senses. The chubby man adjusted the vibration frequency, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, as if playing an invisible piece of music, each change altering Tongtong's breathing rhythm. The sound of bells echoed throughout the activity room. Tongtong's body trembled slightly from the dual stimulation of the current and vibration. The cotton ropes at her wrists and ankles swayed, and the bells rang continuously, intermingling with the hum of the vibrator and the faint crackle of the current, forming a unique melody. Occasionally, the chubby man would pause the tools, giving Tongtong a moment to rest. He wiped the light sweat from her forehead with a towel, the warmth of his fingertips transmitted through the fabric, carrying a hint of comfort. Tongtong's cheeks were flushed with tension, and fine beads of sweat emerged on her neck, encased in white stockings, sliding down her skin into the neckline of her cake dress, bringing a sticky, humid sensation. "Do you want to try a slightly higher intensity?" the chubby man asked. Tongtong hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently. She could feel her body gradually adapting to the stimulation, the initial tension slowly receding, replaced by a strange excitement, as if challenging some unknown limit. The current intensity increased again, this time the stinging sensation more pronounced. The vibrator's frequency also accelerated, the high-frequency tremors causing her inner thigh muscles to tingle, the white stocking fabric vibrating tightly against her skin, the very veins faintly visible. Tongtong let out continuous, shameful moans, her body writhing slightly on the rack, but held fast by the ropes, leaving her at the mercy of the invading current and vibration. The lace trim of her cake dress became soaked with sweat, sticking to her back, clinging to the rope knots, forming intricate patterns. The sound of the bells became rapid and chaotic, as if narrating the intensity of the moment. From afternoon to evening, the light in the activity room gradually shifted from bright to a warm yellow. The chubby man occasionally adjusted the intensity and frequency of the tools, keeping the stimulation at the edge of Tongtong's tolerance. Sometimes he would suddenly turn off all the tools, letting her feel the residual tremors in her body in the silence; other times, he would activate both the current and vibration simultaneously, the dual stimulation instantly overwhelming her senses. When the last of the current and vibration ceased, Tongtong's body was already somewhat exhausted. The chubby man untied the ropes. The moment the cotton rope left her skin, she felt an unprecedented sense of relief. Faint marks, consistent with the rope knots, remained on her wrists and ankles, like temporary tattoos. "How do you feel?" the chubby man asked, handing her a glass of warm water. As Tongtong took the glass, her fingers were still trembling slightly. The tips of her fingers, encased in white stockings, touched the cool glass, sending a shiver through her. She looked up, her face still flushed, but a satisfied smile curved her lips. "It was a very special experience." Before Xi Yao could take two steps, Qin Yong scooped her up from behind, his arms around her waist. She was light, like a boneless cat, and a muffled curse escaped her lips: "Let me go! Do you know who my father is?" Qin Yong didn't reply, striding towards his own apartment. As he fumbled for his keys and opened the door, Xi Yao's fingernails raked several red marks across his arm. His place was on the first floor, a one-bedroom old apartment with peeling wallpaper. Qin Yong tossed Xi Yao onto the worn sofa in the living room. She grunted, rolled over, and the strap of her slip dress slid off one shoulder, revealing delicate collarbones. He turned, dragging a wooden chest from under the bed. Inside were old items he'd picked up at antique markets – a rusty cangue, and a pair of iron shackles. "Awake?" Qin Yong placed the cangue on the coffee table, making Xi Yao frown. She opened her eyes, looking around hazily. "Where is this? Who are you?" The alcohol hadn't fully worn off, her voice thick with a nasal tone. "Your downstairs neighbor. Don't you remember?" Qin Yong picked up the cangue, testing its weight. "I fixed your leaky pipe last month." Xi Yao's gaze cleared slightly. Recognizing him, her face instantly darkened. "It's you? Let me go, or I'll have my father report you!" Qin Yong chuckled, ignoring her threat, and stepped forward to press down on her shoulders. Xi Yao struggled, kicking her legs. "Get off! You lunatic!" He grabbed her wrists, fitting the cangue around her neck. With a *click*, the lock fastened, the wooden planks pressing against her shoulders, preventing her from lowering her head. "What are you doing?!" Xi Yao's voice finally held a tremor of fear. Her neck ached from the pressure, her breathing growing ragged. Qin Yong remained silent, squatting down to unfasten her high heels. He then secured the cold iron shackles around her ankles, the chains dragging lightly across the floor with a faint scraping sound. "Let me out!" Xi Yao's strength surged, and she tried to push herself up, but the weight of the cangue sent her tumbling back onto the sofa. Qin Yong stood and walked to the wardrobe, pulling out a black leather item – a chastity belt he'd bought online. "Put this on." He tossed the chastity belt onto Xi Yao's lap. Her face instantly flushed crimson. She snatched it up and threw it on the floor. "Dream on! I'm calling the police!" Qin Yong bent down, picked it up, and brushed off the dust. "Do you think a detective will believe a drunkard? Or will they believe me, the 'helpful' neighbor who took you in?" Xi Yao's lips trembled, clearly considering the implications. Qin Yong's patience was wearing thin. He pressed down on her shoulders, roughly pulling up her dress. The silk fabric was smooth, easily bunching up to her waist, revealing black lace panties underneath. "Don't touch me!" Xi Yao thrashed violently, the cangue hitting the armrest of the sofa, making her throat ache. Qin Yong ignored her resistance and began fastening the chastity belt. As the metal buckle touched her skin, Xi Yao shivered. Tears welled in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. The leather straps of the chastity belt tightened at her waist, the front plate covering her private parts. The cold metal against her skin brought a profound sense of humiliation. "There." Qin Yong straightened up, admiring his "handiwork." Xi Yao's slip dress was a crumpled mess, and paired with the cangue and shackles, she looked utterly pathetic. She turned her head away, refusing to meet his gaze, her lips pressed tightly together, her jawline rigid. Qin Yong suddenly remembered something. He walked to the coffee table and picked up a pair of scissors – the ones he used for cutting wires, their blades very sharp. Xi Yao's body tensed instantly. "What are you going to do?" He didn't answer, squatting down. The tip of the scissors lifted the edge of her panties. "No!" Xi Yao's voice sharpened. She struggled to press her legs together, but the shackles restricted her. With a *snip*, the scissors cut through the side of her panties. The elastic fabric lost its tension, hanging loosely on her legs. Qin Yong grabbed a corner of the panties and yanked hard. The fabric was pulled out from the gap in the chastity belt, revealing the delicate lace pattern. Xi Yao's face burned like fire. She squeezed her eyes shut, shame making her tremble all over. Qin Yong held the torn panties, weighing them in his hand. Suddenly, he reached out, pinching her chin and forcing her mouth open. "Mmph..." Xi Yao shook her head violently, her teeth clenched. "Open your mouth." Qin Yong's tone was icy. With his other hand, he grabbed her nose. Xi Yao quickly ran out of air. As her mouth opened, the shredded panties were shoved inside, the rough edges of the lace scraping her throat painfully. He wrapped two layers of tape around her mouth, ensuring she couldn't spit them out. "Now you'll be quiet." Qin Yong clapped his hands and stood up, surveying the room. On the living room ceiling was an old hook, once used for hanging a chandelier. He found a thick hemp rope, threaded it through the iron ring of the cangue, and pulled hard. Xi Yao's body was lifted off the sofa, her toes just barely touching the floor. "Mmmph..." The fabric in her mouth prevented her from making clear sounds. Qin Yong adjusted the length of the rope until her feet were completely off the ground, then tied it securely to the hook. Xi Yao hung in the air like a puppet, her body swaying, the chains of the shackles tracing faint arcs. Qin Yong brought over a small stool and sat opposite her, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Through the swirling smoke, he watched Xi Yao struggle. He remembered her face the last time she called him a "pauper," and a twisted sense of satisfaction bloomed within him. "If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have been so defiant back then." He exhaled a smoke ring, his voice laced with mockery. Xi Yao's tears finally fell, tracing paths down her cheeks and into the tape. Her wrists were raw from rubbing against the cangue, and the shackles had left deep marks on her ankles. The metal plate of the chastity belt pressed against her skin, making every movement uncomfortable. In the gilded room, Qin Luoyan sat on a high-backed chair, her fingertips tapping the armrest, her gaze fixed on Qin Qiqi standing below. Qin Qiqi wore a pale pink dress, his hair falling over his shoulders, his eyes darting away, afraid to meet Qin Luoyan's gaze. Just an hour ago, he had privately altered the Queen's Guard's training plan, leading to an error during their drill, a serious breach of protocol. "Do you know where you went wrong?" Qin Luoyan's voice was calm, yet carried an air of authority. Qin Qiqi lowered his head, his voice barely audible, "I shouldn't have altered the training plan without permission, affecting the Guard's drill." "Since you know you were wrong, you must accept the corresponding punishment." Qin Luoyan raised her hand in a gesture, and the maid behind her immediately stepped forward with a tray. On the tray lay a pair of silver anklets, and beside them, a key. "First stage of punishment: wear 1.5KG anklets and jog in 18CM heels." Qin Luoyan stood up and walked to Qin Qiqi. The maid handed the tray to her. Qin Luoyan picked up the anklets and gestured for Qin Qiqi to raise his left foot. She slowly fastened the ring around his ankle, adjusted its position, and then used the key to lock the mechanism with a "click." The anklets were secured, followed by the right foot. The 1.5KG weight wasn't too heavy for Qin Qiqi, but it did make his steps feel a bit heavier. The maid then brought a pair of black 18CM high heels, their heels long and slender. Qin Qiqi looked at the heels, his body tensing slightly. He rarely wore shoes this high, let alone run in them. "Put them on." Qin Luoyan's tone left no room for negotiation. Qin Qiqi had no choice but to bend down and struggle to slide his feet into the heels. The height of the heels forced him to stand on his tiptoes just to maintain balance. "Now, jog ten laps around the room. Maintain a steady pace, no stopping." Qin Luoyan returned to her chair, picked up the stopwatch on the table, and pressed the start button. Qin Qiqi took a deep breath and began to move, the heels clicking on the marble floor. For the first two laps, he could barely maintain his balance, but as time passed, his ankles began to ache, and the weight of the anklets made his leg muscles tighten. With every step, the heels felt as if they would snap, causing his body to sway. Qin Luoyan sat on her chair, her gaze never leaving him, occasionally reminding him, "Slow down, maintain your balance. If you fall, the punishment will be doubled." Qin Qiqi gritted his teeth, adjusted his breathing, and tried to steady his steps. By the end of the tenth lap, his legs were trembling slightly, and the heels were smudged with a bit of dust. "First stage complete. Rest for five minutes, then prepare for the second stage." Qin Luoyan pressed the stopwatch. The maid stepped forward and replaced the 1.5KG anklets on the tray with a heavier pair of silver anklets. These weighed 3KG, and the rings were thicker than before. Qin Qiqi looked at the new anklets, a flicker of unease rising in his heart, but he dared not voice any objection, allowing the maid to lock the anklets onto his ankles. The 3KG weight instantly made his legs feel heavy; even standing still, he could feel the pressure on his ankles. Five minutes later, Qin Luoyan pressed the stopwatch again: "Second stage. Jog ten laps around the room, at the same pace as the first stage." Qin Qiqi leaned against the wall for support and slowly stood up. The height of the heels combined with the weight of the anklets made every step incredibly difficult. After just one lap, his ankles began to ache, and his leg muscles cramped from overexertion. But he couldn't stop, only continue to run forward, the sound of his soles scraping against the floor growing more rapid. Qin Luoyan watched his increasingly unsteady steps without a word, merely observing. By the seventh lap, Qin Qiqi's pace had noticeably slowed, his body swaying more violently, his breathing becoming ragged. "Three more laps, hold on." Qin Luoyan's voice sounded at the opportune moment, with a hint of encouragement, but also an unyielding command. Qin Qiqi gritted his teeth and used all his strength to complete the remaining three laps. When he finished, he practically collapsed to the ground, hands supporting him as he gasped for air. "Second stage complete. Rest for ten minutes, then proceed to the final stage." The maid stepped forward again and replaced the 3KG anklets with a pair of black ones, weighing a staggering 5.5KG. The rings were even equipped with a slight anti-slip texture. Qin Qiqi looked at these anklets, his body involuntarily tensing. The 5.5KG weight made even standing difficult, let alone running in heels. The ten-minute rest passed quickly. Qin Luoyan stood up and walked to a metal rack in the center of the room, where a leather strap with a buckle hung. "Final stage: neck suspension for reflection." Qin Luoyan gestured for the maid to bring Qin Qiqi to the metal rack. The maid stepped forward and gently fastened the buckle of the leather strap around Qin Qiqi's neck, adjusting its length until his tiptoes barely touched the ground. Most of his weight was borne by the strap, while the anklets dangled, making a soft clinking sound. "Now, reflect on the mistakes you've made until you understand them clearly, and promise to obey my commands completely from now on, without violating any rules." Qin Luoyan stood before him, her gaze stern. Qin Qiqi's tiptoes were on the ground, the strap around his neck exerting a slight pressure. The weight of the anklets caused unbearable pain in his ankles, and the fatigue from the earlier running erupted, making his body tremble uncontrollably. "You thought you could block me and be done with it? I'm telling you, you can't escape!" Just as Qin Luoyan was in a panic, with a loud "bang," the lock on the door was forcefully broken open. The man pushed the door open and strode towards Qin Luoyan. Terrified, Qin Luoyan turned to run, trying to escape into the bedroom, but she was no match for the man's speed. After only a few steps, he grabbed her wrist. The man's grip was incredibly strong, crushing her wrist and making it impossible to break free, the pressure causing a sharp pain. "Run, why aren't you running anymore?" The man looked up, revealing a ferocious face filled with malice and rage. It was the fan who had been threatening her maliciously in the livestream. He dragged Qin Luoyan to the gaming chair next to the livestream setup and forcefully pushed her down onto it. Qin Luoyan struggled desperately, trying to break free from his control, shouting, "Let go of me! Don't come near me! Help! Help!" But the man completely ignored her cries. He took out a coarse hemp rope he had prepared from his pocket and began to bind her body. He first tightly bound Qin Luoyan's hands to the armrests of the chair, then used the rope to secure her waist and legs, fixing her firmly to the chair. With each wrap, the rope tightened, and Qin Luoyan could feel the pain in every part of her body, unable to move, only able to let out desperate cries. "Stop shouting, it's useless," the man's voice was icy, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "This is a high floor, the neighbors are far away. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will hear you. Weren't you so proud? Weren't you unwilling to meet my demands? Today, I'll make you obedient, satisfy all the fans' requests, and show you the consequences of refusing me." After speaking, he walked over to the livestream equipment, turned the broadcast back on, adjusted the camera, and aimed it at Qin Luoyan, who was bound to the chair. At this moment, Qin Luoyan's hair was disheveled, her face streaked with tears, her eyes filled with fear and despair. Red marks from the rope were already visible on her wrists and ankles, her appearance utterly pathetic. As soon as the livestream started, many fans flooded in. Seeing the scene before them, the comments instantly exploded. "What's going on? Why is Yan Yan tied up?" "Who is that man? Let Yan Yan go quickly!" "Oh my god, is this harassment? Call the police immediately!" At first, many fans were shocked, leaving comments urging the man to release Qin Luoyan, with some even stating they would call the police. But before long, some ill-intentioned fans began posting malicious comments, following the trend and making all sorts of outrageous demands, their words filled with mockery and malice. "Hahaha, finally some good entertainment. Isn't the streamer so arrogant? Isn't she tied up now?" "Quick, make her do some different poses, satisfy our demands!" "Put a gag in her mouth, don't let her shout, it's annoying!" "And her white socked feet, tickle them quickly, see if she begs for mercy!" Malicious comments grew in number, quickly drowning out the few rational fans' pleas. The number of viewers in the livestream also continued to rise, with more and more people pouring in, not to rescue her, but simply to watch the spectacle. Their fingertips tapped on the screen, sending out cold and vicious remarks, as if the scene before them wasn't a malicious assault, but merely a performance for their amusement. Qin Luoyan watched the dense barrage of malicious comments on the screen, her tears flowing even more fiercely. Her heart felt as if it were being clutched by an invisible hand, causing her pain so intense she couldn't breathe. She had always believed her fans were gentle and kind, but at this moment, every comment on the screen was like a cold knife stabbing her heart, revealing the indifference of human nature to her completely. Those fans who had once claimed to like and support her had now become indifferent spectators. No one truly cared about her safety, no one was truly willing to lend a hand. Everyone was just watching, egging on, and reveling in this morbid spectacle. The man looked at the comments on the screen, his smile growing more sinister. He turned to look at Qin Luoyan, his eyes filled with triumph. "See, these are your fans. They don't care if you live or die, they only care about seeing a good show. Today, I'll do as they wish and let you 'perform' properly." With that, he turned and walked to a corner, picking up a plastic speculum he had prepared – it was light and had no sharp edges, only meant to restrict opening, not a violent instrument. He walked step by step in front of Qin Luoyan, bent down, pinched her chin, and forced her mouth open. Qin Luoyan shook her head desperately, gritting her teeth, refusing to cooperate, her eyes filled with resistance and fear. She knew that once the speculum was in place, she would no longer be able to cry out, no longer be able to call for help, and would be at the mercy of the man and those indifferent fans. But her struggles seemed pathetically weak before the man. His strength was immense as he firmly gripped her chin, prying her mouth open by force, and gently inserted the speculum, adjusting it to a position that prevented her from closing her mouth, allowing only muffled whimpers to escape, making normal speech impossible. The moment the speculum was in place, Qin Luoyan's cheeks flushed red. Humiliation and fear intertwined, tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto her clothes, leaving small damp patches. She could feel the discomfort of the foreign object stretching her mouth, hear her own muffled and desperate whimpers, and even more so, see the even more frenzied comments on the screen. "Good! Finally quiet!" "Quick, next should be tickling her feet, I'm looking forward to it!" "The streamer's expression is so interesting!" One comment after another surged like a tide, completely crushing her dignity. The man looked at Qin Luoyan's appearance with satisfaction, then lowered his gaze to her clean white socks. A playful smile curved his lips. He reached out, gently cupped Qin Luoyan's ankle, and lifted her feet slightly, placing them on his knees. The movement wasn't rough, but it carried an undeniable control. Qin Luoyan struggled desperately with her legs, trying to break free from his grasp, but her legs were tightly bound by the rope, allowing only slight movements, completely unable to evade. She could only watch helplessly as the man's hand reached towards the soles of her white socked feet. The next second, the man's fingers landed on the soles of her white socks and began to tickle them gently. Qin Luoyan's body instantly tensed. An unbearable itch spread from the soles of her feet to her entire body, making her tremble uncontrollably. Her body writhed, and the chair creaked slightly. She wanted to laugh, to hide, and even more, to shout loudly, but her mouth was blocked by the speculum, and she could only let out "woo woo" whimpers. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, her gaze filled with humiliation and despair, her appearance utterly pathetic. In the July afternoon, sunlight poured into the room like molten gold, the thermometer steadily holding at 38℃, even the cicadas outside seemed to buzz with a hint of heat. On the operation table, a set of light gray JK uniform, white over-the-knee stockings, off-white cotton socks, black rubber shoes, and a wooden gag with metal handcuffs were neatly arranged – all "equipment" prepared for Qin Luoyan. In the refrigerator in the corner, freshly squeezed lemon juice, exuding an alluring coolness, was being chilled. Qin Luoyan was led into the room, still a little dazed. She wore a simple T-shirt and shorts, fine sweat beading on her forehead, clearly unable to withstand the summer heat. "Today, we're going to turn you into a special 'device' that can produce lemon-flavored saliva. Want to try?" the staff member's voice was gentle, pointing to the clothes and restraints on the table, patiently explaining the process. Qin Luoyan hesitated, looked at the lemon juice in the refrigerator, and recalled the refreshing coolness of iced drinks in summer. Finally, she nodded, signifying her agreement. First, the clothing. The staff member handed over the JK uniform. Qin Luoyan took it and went behind the screen to change. The light gray shirt was paired with a pleated skirt, a navy blue tie at the collar, and the hem of the skirt fell just above the knees, the fitted cut accentuating her slender figure. Next were the white over-the-knee stockings. She sat on a chair and slowly pulled the stockings up her legs. The material of the stockings was thin, almost invisible after fitting snugly against her skin, extending all the way to the top of her thighs. Then came the off-white cotton socks. The staff member helped her put the cotton socks on over the stockings. The cotton socks were moderately thick, and their soft touch made her involuntarily wiggle her toes. Finally, the black rubber shoes. The size was just right, the uppers smooth, and the soles thick, completely encasing her feet and revealing only the parts above her ankles. With the clothing on, the staff member led Qin Luoyan to the specially designed restraint chair in the center of the room. The chair was made entirely of solid wood, with soft sponge padding on the seat and backrest, but with restraints for the arms, waist, and legs. Metal rings were attached to the legs of the chair to secure her ankles. "Sit down first, we need to secure you. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, just say so." The staff member helped Qin Luoyan sit down, first wrapping the waist restraints around her abdomen and buckling them. The tightness was adjusted to allow two fingers to fit, neither too tight to be uncomfortable nor too loose to allow significant movement. Next were the arms. Leather restraints on both sides wrapped around her elbows and connected to metal buckles on the armrests, securing her arms to her sides, allowing only slight finger movement. The next step was securing the wooden gag. The gag consisted of two curved wooden boards with a gap in the middle just large enough to accommodate a head. The inner sides of the boards were lined with soft cloth to prevent skin abrasion. The staff member gently placed the gag around Qin Luoyan's neck, adjusted its position, and secured it with a metal pin. The gag was moderately weighted, not pressing on her neck, but restricting head movement, leaving her only able to look straight ahead. Then, the staff member took out the metal handcuffs, crouched down, and placed Qin Luoyan's slender ankles through the rings of the handcuffs, then secured the other end of the handcuffs to the metal rings on the chair legs. The lock was gently tightened. The inner surface of the handcuffs was also lined with soft rubber to prevent chafing her ankles, but ensured her feet could not move beyond the scope of the chair legs, keeping them in a flat position. Once the restraints were in place, the staff member picked up a large silicone gag from the operation table. The gag was pale pink, slightly larger than a regular gag, with a smooth surface and a small overflow hole on one side. "This gag goes in your mouth. Later, lemon juice will be injected through the overflow hole to stimulate saliva production. Don't worry, the overflow hole is large enough, you won't feel suffocated." The staff member explained as they gently placed the gag into Qin Luoyan's mouth, adjusted its position to ensure the overflow hole faced upwards, and tied the straps on both sides of the gag loosely behind her head, securing the gag without pulling on her scalp. With everything ready, the staff member walked to the refrigerator, took out the chilled lemon juice, opened the bottle, inserted one end of a transparent straw into the bottle, and aimed the other end at the overflow hole of the gag. "We're starting to inject lemon juice. It will be a small amount at first, so you can slowly get used to it." As the staff member spoke, they gently squeezed the glass bottle, and the pale yellow lemon juice slowly flowed out through the straw, dripping into Qin Luoyan's mouth through the overflow hole. The acidity of the lemon juice was just right, with the fresh aroma of lemon. The moment it touched her tongue, Qin Luoyan's taste buds were instantly activated, and her mouth began to instinctively produce saliva. The staff member maintained a slow squeezing pressure, allowing the lemon juice to drip at a rate of one drop per second, so as not to make Qin Luoyan feel unpleasantly sour, but to continuously stimulate her salivary glands. As the lemon juice continued to be injected, Qin Luoyan's mouth filled with more and more saliva. Because of the gag, she couldn't swallow, and it could only slowly flow out along the edges of the gag, dripping into the glass tray below. The tray had been prepared in advance, with markings on the edge to collect the dripping saliva. As the saliva flowed down, it carried a faint scent of lemon, which, in the hot room, surprisingly exuded a hint of refreshing coolness. "How does it feel? Are you uncomfortable?" the staff member asked every five minutes, observing Qin Luoyan's condition. She shook her head, her eyes showing no discomfort, but rather a sense of relaxation due to the lingering lemon scent in her mouth. Seeing this, the staff member slightly increased the injection speed of the lemon juice, increasing the drip rate to two drops per second. As a result, the amount of saliva produced also increased, and the liquid in the tray visibly grew, the aroma of lemon becoming more intense. The air conditioning in the room was set to 26℃, just enough to counteract the summer heat without making it feel cold. Qin Luoyan sat on the restraint chair, her body firmly secured, but she didn't feel uncomfortable due to the soft sponge padding. She could clearly feel the lemon juice spreading in her mouth, stimulating her salivary glands to continuously produce saliva. The sound of that saliva flowing out of her mouth and dripping into the tray was particularly clear in the quiet room, like a special "performance" on a summer day. Occasionally, the staff member would pick up the tray, observe the amount of saliva inside, and smell it to confirm the lemon scent was strong enough. "Very good, the concentration is just right now. After another half hour of collection, we'll have a full glass of lemon-flavored saliva," the staff member said, placing the tray back in its position and continuing the rhythm of lemon juice injection. Qin Luoyan listened, couldn't help but wiggle her toes. The feeling of being enclosed by the cotton socks and rubber shoes made her feel secure, and the continuous lemon scent in her mouth added a special kind of fun to the hot afternoon. Half an hour later, the lemon-flavored saliva in the tray had collected more than half a glass. The pale yellow liquid was clear and emitted a faint lemon aroma. Compared to the lemon juice in the refrigerator, it had a slightly warmer temperature, but still maintained a refreshing taste. The staff member stopped injecting the lemon juice, carefully removed the straw, and then untied the gag straps behind Qin Luoyan's head, gently removing the gag. A small amount of saliva remained on the corners of her mouth. The staff member handed her a tissue to wipe it clean. Qin Luoyan gritted her teeth, slowly pulling herself up from the floor. Her knees ached from hitting the hard surface, but she ignored it, adjusting her breathing and trying the exercise again. She couldn't give up. If she did, not only would she face harsher punishment from her teacher, but she would also be ridiculed by everyone. Yet, the discomfort in her body felt like a mountain, crushing her, making it hard to breathe. The vibration in her crotch never stopped, a constant tingling sensation pervading her entire body. The electric shocks on the soles of her feet would flare up intermittently, making it impossible to concentrate. Every movement was stiff and clumsy, leading to frequent mistakes. She attempted a pirouette, but her body was too rigid, and her legs trembled uncontrollably. After just one turn, she lost her balance and fell to the floor again. This time, she didn't get up immediately. Instead, she curled up on the floor, her body shaking, a suppressed whimper escaping her throat. The stinging of the electric shocks and the tingling of the vibrations made her skin burn. The indescribable torment was pushing her to the brink of collapse. She wanted to remove the voice-activated device from her mouth, turn off the vibrating cock ring in her crotch, and take off the ballet shoes on her feet, to escape these restraints. But she couldn't. These devices were the punishment she had to endure, the torment she couldn't escape. "Get up! Keep practicing!" the teacher's angry roar echoed again, laced with impatience. "I don't care what's wrong with you today. You must master this combination, or you will practice here until you do!" Qin Luoyan took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and pulled herself up from the floor once more. Her face grew paler, her lips bitten red. Her legs trembled more violently, making it difficult to even stand. Yet, she still didn't give up. She adjusted her breathing, focusing all her attention on the dance moves, trying to ignore the discomfort in her body, the stinging electric shocks, and the tingling vibrations. But the harder she tried, the more difficult it was to concentrate. The vibrations in her crotch constantly interfered, and the electric shocks on the soles of her feet served as a constant reminder of her predicament. She tried to raise her arms in a stretching motion, but her arms were too stiff to extend. Halfway through the movement, her body trembled, and her arms fell back down. She tried again. This time, she used all her strength, controlling her trembling, and finally managed to raise her arm. But just then, her breathing quickened slightly, triggering the voice-activated device again. A sharp sting shot through the soles of her feet, causing her arm to drop instantly, her body to lose balance again, and her to fall to the floor. Fall after fall, mistake after mistake, shock after shock, Qin Luoyan's body grew more exhausted, and her mind more broken. She could feel her body reaching its limit. The vibrations in her crotch and the electric shocks on her feet drained her strength. Her body's sensitivity made it unbearable to endure even the slightest touch. But she dared not stop, dared not give up. She could only steel herself, getting up from the floor again and again, attempting to practice. The teacher watched her fall and make mistakes repeatedly. The anger on his face gradually gave way to disappointment. "Qin Luoyan, you have thoroughly disappointed me today," the teacher said, his voice tinged with fatigue and helplessness. "If you don't want to practice, just say so. Don't waste everyone's time, and your own, here." Qin Luoyan looked at the disappointment in her teacher's eyes, filled with self-reproach and guilt. She wanted to tell him that she wasn't unwilling to practice, but unable. That she wasn't making mistakes on purpose, but her body's constraints made it impossible to practice normally. But she dared not speak. Even a simple explanation could trigger the voice-activated device and bring on the punishment of electric shocks. She could only shake her head, her eyes filled with grievance and helplessness, then grit her teeth and got up from the floor again, preparing to continue practicing. The lights in the dance studio remained a cold white, illuminating her disheveled figure. The other dancers had finished their warm-ups and were practicing their ballet combinations. Their movements were fluid and graceful, their postures upright, forming a stark contrast to Qin Luoyan's stiffness and clumsiness. Qin Luoyan stood before the mirror, looking at her reflection. Her face was pale, her lips red, her legs trembling uncontrollably, her eyes filled with forbearance and despair. No matter how hard she tried today, she couldn't complete the practice. But she had no choice. She could only force herself to persevere, to continue enduring the dual torment of body and mind. She tried to lift her toes again, attempting to stand on demi-pointe. This time, she used all her strength, biting her lip tightly, controlling her trembling, and adjusting her breathing. Finally, she managed to stand unsteadily. But before she could feel any joy, the vibrations in her crotch suddenly intensified, causing her body to tense instantly and her breathing to quicken slightly, triggering the voice-activated device again. A sharp sting shot through the soles of her feet, making her let out a muffled groan. Her legs trembled more violently, and her body, which had just stabilized, lost its balance again, and she fell to the floor. This time, she no longer had the strength to get up. She curled up on the floor, her body shaking, a suppressed whimper escaping her throat. Tears finally streamed from her eyes, falling down her cheeks and onto the floor. The stinging of the electric shocks and the tingling of the vibrations made her skin burn. The indescribable torment was pushing her to the brink of losing consciousness. She wanted to give up, to escape this place, to break free from all restraints. But she couldn't. If she gave up, she would face even harsher punishment, be ridiculed by everyone, and lose the ballet she loved so dearly. The teacher watched her curled up on the floor, tears streaming down her face. The anger in his heart gradually subsided a little. "Enough," he said, his voice laced with a hint of weariness. "You can rest for today. Come back and practice tomorrow." With that, the teacher turned and walked over to the other dancers, beginning to instruct them, no longer paying attention to Qin Luoyan. Qin Luoyan remained curled on the floor, and upon hearing the teacher's words, felt no relief, only a sense of defeat and self-reproach. Her performance today had thoroughly disappointed her teacher and plunged her into despair. The vibrations in her crotch continued intensely, the electric shocks on the soles of her feet pulsed intermittently, and her body's sensitivity made it unbearable to endure any touch. She dared not breathe loudly, dared not speak, dared not move. She could only curl up on the floor, letting tears fall, her body tremble, and the torment spread throughout her. In the dance studio, the sounds of the other dancers practicing and the teacher's instructions mingled, creating a lively scene. But this liveliness had nothing to do with Qin Luoyan. She was alone, curled up in a corner of the floor, like an abandoned child, enduring the dual torment of body and mind. She looked at herself in the mirror, at her disheveled appearance, her heart filled with unwillingness and despair. She loved ballet, yearned to shine on stage, but now, these restraints, this torment, prevented her from even completing the most basic practice. After an unknown amount of time, the other dancers gradually finished their practice and left the dance studio one by one. The dance studio slowly grew quiet, leaving only Qin Luoyan curled on the floor, the faint hum of the vibrating cock ring, and the occasional subtle vibration from the voice-activated device. The cold white light still spread evenly across the floor, illuminating her pale face, her trembling figure, and the unextinguished unwillingness in her eyes. She tried to move her fingers, to relieve the stiffness in her body, but as soon as her fingers moved, her body's sensitivity caused them to tremble slightly. She tried to adjust her breathing again, making it light and slow, fearing she would trigger the voice-activated device again. The vibrations in her crotch remained strong, the tingling sensation lingering throughout her body. The electric shocks on the soles of her feet, though no longer frequent, were still distinct, making them impossible to ignore. She slowly pulled herself up from the floor. Her legs still trembled violently, and every step was incredibly difficult. She walked to the mirror and looked at her reflection. Her face was pale, her lips red, her eyes swollen. Her practice clothes were somewhat disheveled, her appearance utterly wretched. She reached out and touched the voice-activated device on her mouth, then felt the vibrating cock ring in her crotch, and finally, touched the ballet shoes on her feet, her eyes filled with despair and unwillingness. Qin Luoyan was pressed to the ground by two staff members, her arms bound behind her back, her wrists tightly wrapped with wide transparent tape. The tape was layered, extending from her wrists to her forearms, then upwards over her shoulders, securing her arms firmly against her back in a tight restraint. The staff members worked efficiently, pulling each strip of tape taut to ensure no slack, the edges adhering to her skin, creating a stiff, constricting sensation. Her legs were forcibly spread to their maximum width, her ankles similarly taped and secured. The tape then ran up her calves, crisscrossed several times at her knees, and tightened upwards to her inner thighs. The horse-straddle posture was completely fixed by the tape; her legs could not be brought together, nor could they bend more than ten degrees. Every slight movement caused the tape to pull at her skin, bringing a distinct discomfort. "Hold still, no struggling," the staff member's voice was cold as the tape continued upwards, covering her waist and the area below her chest, connecting the upper body and leg restraints into a single, all-encompassing bind. The tape adhered tightly to her clothing, fixing the fabric to her skin. Every inch of her body's movement was restricted by the tape, making even the rise and fall of her chest with each breath difficult, forcing her into a shallow, rapid breathing pattern. Qin Luoyan struggled violently, attempting to break free from the tape's embrace. She exerted force to lift her arms, but the tape held them fast, a strong pulling sensation originating from her shoulders. When she tried to bring her legs together, the tape's tightness intensified, constricting her inner thighs. All her struggles were in vain, only causing the tape to wrap more densely, adhere more closely, leaving her unable to even make the slightest flexion of her fingertips. A staff member stepped forward and taped her mouth shut, leaving only her nostrils for breathing. The tape covered her lips, extending to the sides of her cheeks, firmly adhered to her skin. She was unable to utter any sound, only the rush of air through her nostrils. She instinctively tried to swallow, but her facial muscles, restricted by the tape, made the action stiff and awkward. Two staff members each took hold of her under the arms and lifted her from the ground. Her tape-bound body could not bend naturally, forced to maintain the fixed horse-straddle posture as she was moved. Her legs were held apart, her toes dragging on the ground, the tape making a rustling sound against the floor. With each step, the tape at her inner thighs was stretched, the discomfort intensifying. During the movement, Qin Luoyan never stopped struggling. She shook her head forcefully, trying to break free from the facial tape, but only succeeded in making it rub against her skin, causing a stinging pain. Her body twisted continuously, causing the tape to pull against itself, making the overall restraint feel even tighter. The staff members noticed her resistance, raising a hand to press down on her shoulders, forcing her to remain stable with no hint of gentleness. Upon reaching their destination, the staff members brought her to a vacuum chamber and opened its door. The interior was narrow, barely large enough for one person in a kneeling position. The inner walls were smooth, with no protrusions to grip. The two staff members worked together to lift her into the chamber, forcing her into a kneeling posture, pressing her knees firmly against the bottom, her upper body held straight, her back flush against the chamber wall. The kneeling position altered the sensation of the horse-straddle restraint. The tape at her inner thighs was further stretched, her leg muscles forced into a tense state, unable to relax. Her arms, bound behind her, pulled against the kneeling posture, keeping her shoulders constantly taut. Any slight shift would trigger a cascade of discomfort. She tried to adjust her knee position, but was doubly restricted by the chamber wall and the tape, forced to maintain the fixed kneeling posture. The staff members adjusted her position, ensuring her body was perfectly centered within the chamber, then closed the door. The moment the door sealed, the air inside began to be evacuated, initiating the vacuum compression process. At first, it was just the sound of airflow, but as the air diminished, a crushing pressure began to bear down from all sides. The tape clinging to her skin felt as if it were being pressed even tighter by an invisible force. Qin Luoyan's chest was compressed by the air pressure, making breathing even more difficult. Her already shallow breathing pattern was disrupted, and she could only struggle to draw small amounts of air through her nostrils. Her body was firmly held in place within the chamber by the air pressure, rendering any struggle impossible. Even moving her head became extremely difficult, and the tape's adherence to her skin was further enhanced by the air pressure, every inch of her skin feeling the distinct pressure. The air pressure continued to drop, the sensation of extreme compression intensifying. Pressure radiated from the points where her knees met the chamber floor, her muscles gradually numbing, yet she could not move an inch to escape. Her upper body was pressed tightly against the chamber wall by the air pressure, the tape on her back interacting with the wall, allowing the sensation of restraint to permeate every muscle. Even the numbness in her fingertips was steadily increasing. She attempted to exert force against the air pressure, only to find all her strength nullified by the vacuum environment and the tape's restraint. Her arm muscles tensed, but she only felt the tape's counter-pull, the pain in her shoulders becoming more pronounced. Her leg muscles strained to push her body up, but the air pressure held her firmly in the kneeling position, the discomfort at her knees spreading, gradually encompassing her entire legs. The facial tape adhered even more tightly due to the air pressure, her lips completely compressed, the space for airflow through her nostrils further reduced. Each inhalation required immense effort. Her head began to feel dizzy, yet she was forced to remain conscious, enduring the dual punishment of vacuum compression and tape restraint. Her body's senses were overwhelmed by discomfort. The vacuum chamber's compression reached its preset level, the air pressure stabilizing at a very low range. Qin Luoyan maintained her kneeling posture, her body completely immobilized. Even breathing was reduced to a basic rhythm; any exertion would cause a painful distension in her chest. Her tape-wrapped body, under the influence of the air pressure, had its contours clearly defined, every mark of restraint becoming more pronounced. Her head drooped slightly, an attempt to alleviate the tension in her neck, but it only caused the facial tape to pull more, bringing a stinging sensation to the sides of her cheeks. The numbness in her legs intensified, extending from her knees to her ankles, her toes losing all sensation. She could only allow the air pressure and tape to control her body's posture, with no room for autonomous movement. Outside the chamber, the staff observed her condition via monitors, making no extraneous movements, merely maintaining the vacuum compression. Qin Luoyan could faintly hear the hum of equipment from outside, but could emit no signal for help, left to endure the extreme restraint and pressure alone in the sealed vacuum environment. The physical discomfort accumulated, the tightness in her chest, the pull on her shoulders, the numbness in her knees, the pressure on her skin, all intermingling and dominating her senses. She tried to adjust her breathing rhythm, to help her body adapt to the low-pressure environment, but could only manage to regulate airflow, unable to alter the overall difficult state. Each breath was accompanied by a distinct feeling of distension and pain. The dizziness in her head gradually worsened, her vision beginning to blur, yet she could still feel the clear restraint imposed by the tape and air pressure. She instinctively tried to move her eyeballs to observe the interior of the chamber, but found her field of vision limited to a small area, only able to see the chamber wall in front of her, with no discernible clues for escape. The pressure from the air caused her skin to prickle, particularly at the edges of the tape where it met her skin, yet she could not raise a hand to touch and alleviate it. Her leg muscles, due to the prolonged kneeling posture and air pressure, began to feel stiff. Even if she wanted to relax, she was firmly restricted by the tape and air pressure, forced to maintain a tense state. Qin Luoyan's nostrils began to feel dry from prolonged, labored breathing, but she could not find relief by swallowing. The facial tape remained tightly adhered, her lips numb from the pressure, even saliva production within her mouth slowed. She could only allow the dryness to spread through her nasal passages and throat, further exacerbating her physical discomfort. The assistant stepped forward, holding a pair of metal handcuffs, and gestured for Qin Luoyan to turn and cooperate. She turned calmly, her hands hanging naturally behind her waist, palms facing each other, fingertips slightly together. The cold touch of metal pressed against her wrists, and with a soft click, the handcuffs locked precisely. The chain length was just enough to prevent her hands from reaching forward but did not impede basic arm movement. After the assistant tugged the handcuff chain to confirm it was secure, he pointed across the road: "First challenge, cross the road with your hands cuffed behind your back and retrieve the key on the opposite sidewalk. Time limit: one minute." Qin Luoyan flexed her wrists. The restraint of the handcuffs posed no pressure for her. She scanned the area. The closed-off section of the road was bordered by isolation barriers, the surface was smooth and obstacle-free, and the key was placed at a white marker on the opposite sidewalk. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward with steady strides, using her body's rotation to maintain balance. Her hands, cuffed behind her back, swung naturally. Without the slightest hesitation, she crossed the road in just twenty seconds, bent down, and gently hooked the key with her shoulder. Then, with a slight adjustment of her arm, she maneuvered the key into her palm and grasped it firmly. Returning to the starting line, Qin Luoyan raised her hands and, with her cuffed hands, handed the key back to the assistant, her tone laced with a hint of composure: "This challenge was too easy. Can we pick up the pace?" The assistant took the key, smiled, and nodded: "We will gradually increase the difficulty. Be prepared." As he spoke, he took out a pair of metal ankle cuffs and crouched down, signaling Qin Luoyan to lift her foot. She slightly bent her knees, cooperating as the assistant fastened the cuffs around her ankles. The chain on the ankle cuffs was shorter than the handcuffs, allowing for a stride of only about ten centimeters. Qin Luoyan tried to take small steps. Her gait was slightly slower, but she remained stable, her eyes filled with determination. After a moment of adjusting to the ankle cuffs, the assistant produced a roll of wide nylon restraint straps, ten centimeters wide, tough yet breathable. "The final restraint. I will bind your arms from the front, limiting the space for your arms to move backward," the assistant explained. Qin Luoyan turned slightly to cooperate with his actions. The restraint strap was wrapped around her chest, pressing tightly against the connection between her arms and torso. It was wound round and round, pulled tight with each turn, and pressed down to ensure a snug fit. Her hands, already cuffed behind her back, were further immobilized by the restraint strap, leaving only a minimal space for backward movement. Her arms were held firmly against her sides, and even slight lifting required her to engage her torso, making it impossible for her hands to extend backward. "Now, the space for your hands to move backward is less than five centimeters. Unlocking will be extremely difficult," the assistant stated after checking the restraint. He placed the key back at the marker on the opposite side of the road and simultaneously activated a hidden mechanism in the ground. "This challenge requires you to retrieve the key and unlock the handcuffs yourself. Random obstacles will be triggered along the way, so be mindful of them." Qin Luoyan tried to move her arms. Her back muscles tensed, but her hands behind her back could only tremble slightly, completely unable to exert force backward. She understood that this restraint not only affected her movement but also made unlocking the handcuffs almost impossible. At the assistant's command, the challenge officially began. Qin Luoyan moved her feet in small steps, the chains of the ankle cuffs clinking softly. The restraint strap clung tightly to her body, and each step required coordination of all four limbs for balance. Her hands, cuffed behind her back, were held firmly, offering no assistance for leverage. She slowly crossed the road, her gaze fixed on the key. When she was three meters from the marker, a hidden mechanism underfoot suddenly activated, and two wolf electrode pads sprang from the ground, pressing precisely against her calves. An intense electric shock surged through her body, causing Qin Luoyan's legs to buckle, and she lost all support, unable to remain standing. She instinctively tried to raise her hands to brace herself, but the double restraint of the strap and handcuffs prevented her hands from reaching forward. She could only let her body slide down, eventually crouching down, her legs bent, her buttocks pressed against her calves, to cushion the impact of the shock. The electric shock lasted for three seconds before disappearing. Her legs remained numb, her muscles involuntarily tensing, forcing her to remain in a crouched position to recover. Qin Luoyan slowly adjusted her breathing, attempting to engage her leg muscles and prepare to stand up to retrieve the key. She exerted force with her legs, trying to lift her body, but the ankle cuffs restricted her stride, and her numb, weak legs caused her to lose balance after lifting only half an inch. Her center of gravity shifted backward, and she fell onto the ground. A slight pain registered as her buttocks hit the ground. She instinctively tried to push herself up with her hands, only to find them firmly secured by the restraint strap, making it impossible to exert force backward to support her torso. She could only let her body slump to the ground, her gaze fixed on the key not far away. The key was just one meter ahead. If she hadn't been restrained by the strap, she could have easily pushed herself up with her hands behind her and reached for the key by bending over. But now, her hands were held tightly against her sides, unable to extend backward. Even with all her might, her arms could only move slightly, completely unable to touch the ground for support. Qin Luoyan repeatedly tried to stand up, using her legs to lift her torso, but each time she lost her balance and sat back down. The feeling of powerlessness and the frustration of the restraint combined, forcing her to pause. She sat on the ground, tilting her head slightly to observe her surroundings. There were no support objects in the area, and the isolation barriers were too high for her arms to reach. She couldn't use them to get up. The numbness in her legs gradually subsided, but the problem of standing up remained unresolved. Qin Luoyan took a deep breath and made a decision. No longer fixated on standing, she adjusted her body position and slowly began to inch her way toward the key. Using her buttocks for propulsion, she slowly moved her body across the ground, coordinating her limbs with each inch of movement. The ankle cuff chains scraped against the ground with a faint sound. During the sliding process, the restraint strap remained tightly against her body, her arms fixed to her sides. Her hands, cuffed behind her back, had no room to move, forcing her body to move with the direction of her exertion. When she was thirty centimeters from the key, she tried to bend over to reach it, but the restraint prevented her from leaning forward too much, and her fingertips were still a few centimeters short. After several failed attempts, Qin Luoyan gave up struggling and simply let herself fall backward. She lay flat on the ground, using the position to adjust her body, creating a slight angle between her arms and body to bring her closer to the key. Lying flat on the ground, Qin Luoyan turned her head, confirming the key was about twenty centimeters to her side. She exerted force to slightly roll her torso, but her hands, cuffed behind her back and secured by the restraint strap, could not assist in grasping. She could only use her shoulder to gently nudge the key, moving it within reach of her arm. Then, using the momentum from her body's roll, she brought her wrist as close as possible to the key. Her fingertips finally touched the edge of the key, but due to the lack of flexibility in her hands, she could only press down on the key, unable to grasp it. Qin Luoyan maintained her prone position, repeatedly adjusting the angle of her wrist, trying to use the strength of her fingertips to hook the key into her palm. The double restraint of the handcuffs and the strap made her movements extremely difficult. When exerting force with her fingertips, she had to engage her entire body's muscles. A slight misstep could cause the key to slip. After several attempts, she finally succeeded in hooking the key into her palm and gripping it tightly. Her fingertips were tense from the exertion, but she dared not relax, fearing the key would fall and all her efforts would be in vain. With the key in hand, a new challenge arose: unlocking the handcuffs. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and firmly secured by the restraint strap, leaving only a minimal range of motion, making it impossible to align the key with the handcuff lock. Qin Luoyan tried to rotate her wrist, using her body's roll to adjust the angle. The key slid around in her palm, consistently failing to align precisely with the lock. She patiently adjusted her posture, moving the key bit by bit. Each attempt required her full concentration, and the stiffness of her body and the limitations of the restraint constantly tested her endurance. The assistant observed from the edge of the area, offering no prompts, merely recording the challenge's progress. Qin Luoyan lay on the ground, her legs stiff from being bent for an extended period. She slightly adjusted her ankle position to alleviate discomfort while continuing to focus on unlocking. The key missed the lock multiple times, but she did not give up, repeatedly adjusting her wrist angle and using the subtle sensation of her fingertips to locate the lock. Finally, the key inserted precisely into the lock. She gently turned the key, and with a click, the handcuffs were successfully unlocked. The bell signaling the end of the yoga class chimed, and Qin Luoyan concluded her final stretch, standing tall on her mat and regulating her breath. Her muscles, thoroughly extended during the session, still retained a pleasant tension, leaving her limbs supple and her control at its peak. This was a deliberate pacing; the post-yoga flexibility was ideal for bondage training, allowing her to better feel the ropes’ embrace and points of tension, while minimizing the risk of overstretching. Her training partner had already prepared the tools in a corner of the studio. The hemp ropes lay spread across the mat, alongside a specialized piece of equipment: an adjustable yoga chair equipped with secure straps and anchor points, perfectly suited for the needs of a Japanese straight-arm snake tie. Qin Luoyan walked over slowly, smoothing the hem of her top with a calm expression, without a hint of hesitation. She turned her back to her partner, letting her arms hang naturally, ready for the session. "Let's begin," Qin Luoyan said, her voice steady, carrying the composure of long-term training. Her partner stepped forward, picked up a rope, and began to wind it around her wrists. The core of a Japanese straight-arm snake tie lay in its neatness and balanced tension, and her partner's movements were practiced. The rope coiled around her wrists, each loop tightened firmly. Her wrists were securely bound, rendering her hands immobile, forced into a straight, downward posture. The rope continued its ascent from her wrists, wrapping around her forearms. Every three coils, a simple knot was tied on the inner arm to prevent slippage. Qin Luoyan stood upright, actively tensing her arms to cooperate with her partner's movements, ensuring the rope adhered evenly to the contours of her limbs. The snake tie's path followed the lines of her arm muscles, extending from her wrists all the way to her shoulders. The ropes overlapped, forming a dense layer of restraint that held her arms firmly at her sides, preventing any lifting or bending. Upon reaching her shoulders, her partner adjusted the rope's direction, guiding it from her shoulders to her back. After two horizontal wraps, the rope extended outwards on each side, connecting with the ropes on her arms to form a cross-braced structure. Qin Luoyan subtly adjusted her breathing, her back muscles tensing slightly to allow the ropes to adhere more securely to her body, preventing any loosening during subsequent movements. The ropes on her back and arms became interconnected, further restricting her arm mobility and completely fixing them in a straight-arm position. The rope then descended, wrapping around her waist and secured with a firm knot at her side. This waist restraint served to reinforce the overall binding and prevent the arm ropes from shifting due to struggle or movement. Qin Luoyan remained still, feeling the sensation of the ropes encircling her body. Each wrap was tight and precise, with no excess slack and no uncomfortable over-compression, adhering perfectly to the standards of a Japanese snake tie. Her partner inspected the upper body binding, confirming the ropes were secure and the pattern correct, then signaled Qin Luoyan to move to the yoga apparatus. Relying on her legs, Qin Luoyan walked slowly. Her arms were held firmly at her sides, unable to assist with balance, forcing her to maintain stability through core strength and leg control. Each step was exceptionally steady, without the slightest wobble, showcasing the body control honed through long-term training. Arriving at the yoga chair, her partner adjusted its angle, tilting the seat and securing the chair's support straps. Qin Luoyan, following instructions, slowly leaned forward, pressing her abdomen against the seat, her arms remaining straight and resting naturally on the chair's armrests. Her partner stepped forward, connecting the ropes on her arms to the anchor points on the armrests, further securing her and locking her arms in place, preventing any deviation from the straight-arm posture. Once her body was positioned correctly, her partner re-checked the overall binding, tugging on the ropes to confirm their security and adjusting knot positions to ensure every wrap met the requirements of a Japanese straight-arm snake tie. Qin Luoyan lay on the yoga chair, her head resting naturally to the side, her breathing steady. The muscles in her back, supported by the binding and the apparatus, formed natural, stretched lines. Her arms were doubly secured by ropes and armrests, limiting even the movement of her fingers. "Hold this position, feel the ropes against your body, and adjust your core engagement," her partner instructed, their tone professional and devoid of unnecessary commands. Qin Luoyan followed the guidance, focusing her attention on her body's feedback. The ropes' restraint allowed her to perceive the points of muscle engagement more clearly. Her core instinctively tightened, maintaining her balance on the chair while keeping her arm muscles moderately taut, conforming to the straight-arm snake tie's posture requirements. She attempted to move her arm muscles, trying to gauge the limits of the rope's restraint, only to find that no matter how she exerted herself, her arms could not produce any significant movement. The rope's resilience and the neatness of its wrapping formed an unyielding confinement. The ropes around her waist also restricted any twisting of her upper body, forcing her to maintain a fixed posture on the apparatus, her range of motion strictly limited to what the binding and equipment allowed. The training entered a stable phase. Qin Luoyan held her position, her breathing gradually slowing, allowing her body to adapt to the ropes' embrace. The soft touch of the hemp contrasted sharply with its firm binding, neither chafing her skin nor causing excessive discomfort, yet providing a strong sense of restraint that allowed her to precisely control every aspect of her body. The yoga chair's tilt was perfectly calibrated, alleviating pressure on her abdomen and chest, enabling her to maintain the pose for an extended period without undue strain. During this time, her partner occasionally stepped forward to adjust the ropes, re-tightening any areas that had become too loose, ensuring the binding remained consistently standard. Qin Luoyan cooperated throughout, her body remaining stable with no extraneous movements. Only when her partner made adjustments would she alter her breathing, allowing her body to better adapt to the changing tension of the ropes. After each adjustment, the sense of restraint became more uniform, allowing her to focus more intently on muscle control and engagement. To enhance the training's effectiveness, Qin Luoyan deliberately engaged her back and arm muscles while maintaining her pose, practicing subtle power exertion. The resistance generated by her contracting muscles against the ropes allowed her to perceive the points of tension more clearly and further improve her muscle control. This resistance did not compromise the binding's integrity; rather, it helped her better understand the synergy between the Japanese snake tie and her body's posture. Midway through the training, her partner adjusted the yoga chair's angle, flattening the seat slightly. This increased the supporting surface area for her body while also altering the forces acting on her arms. Qin Luoyan immediately adjusted her muscle engagement, her core tightening once more, her arms maintaining their straight-arm posture, adapting to the new points of force. The ropes, following the subtle shifts in her body's posture, adhered even more closely, without any signs of loosening or displacement. She turned her head, her gaze falling on the ropes on her arms, observing the neat pattern of the hemp and confirming that each knot was secure and correct. Her long-term training instilled in her a strict adherence to binding standards, prioritizing both the effectiveness of the restraint and the safety and correctness of the procedure, avoiding any physical injury due to improper execution. The binding at this moment was perfectly as expected, allowing her to dedicate herself to the subsequent training with peace of mind. As the training progressed, her muscles began to feel a dull ache. Qin Luoyan maintained her posture, relying on her formidable endurance. Her breathing remained steady, undisturbed by the ache, her arm and core muscles held at a moderate tension, neither relaxing her posture nor over-exerting herself to the point of stiffness. The ropes' embrace seemed to become a part of her body, guiding her to maintain the standard posture. Her partner stepped forward, pressing her back muscles with their hand, checking their condition, and reminding her, "Tighten your core a bit more, keep your arms straight, and don't let your muscles slacken." Qin Luoyan complied, immediately adjusting her state. Her muscle engagement became more precise, and her posture grew even more standard. The tactile sensation from the pressure allowed her to perceive the degree of muscle tension more clearly, further optimizing her method of exertion. As the training neared its end, her partner gradually relaxed the tension of the ropes, first untying the waist and back ropes, then systematically loosening the knots on her arms. The hemp ropes were slowly removed. Qin Luoyan slowly moved her arms, alleviating the soreness from holding the straight-arm position for so long. Faint indentations from the binding remained on her arm muscles, but there was no significant discomfort. She rose from the yoga chair, slowly stretching her body, performing a few simple stretches to relax her tense muscles. "This binding was very standard, and your body control was also good. However, your arm muscles slackened a bit towards the end. Pay attention to maintaining tension next time," her partner summarized the training session objectively. Qin Luoyan nodded in agreement, stretching her arms as she recalled her sensations during the training. "The rope fixation at my shoulders was very stable. After adjusting the apparatus angle, my core engagement needs to be more precise." The two briefly discussed training details, preparing for their next session. Qin Luoyan walked back to her yoga mat and continued with her relaxation stretches. The muscles in her arms and back gradually returned to their normal state, and the faint indentations slowly faded. This training session had not only strengthened her adaptability to the Japanese straight-arm snake tie but also improved her control within the bound state, aligning with her long-term training goals. The post-yoga physical condition and the bondage training complemented each other, making the entire training process efficient and smooth. She packed her belongings, bid farewell to her partner, and left the yoga studio. Though her body felt a dull ache, it was accompanied by the sense of fulfillment that comes after a good workout. The rigor of the Japanese straight-arm snake tie and the focus required to maintain her posture on the apparatus filled her with anticipation for future training.