The White Queen's Campus Restraint

"You all seem to be in good spirits." The woman in the form-fitting leather catsuit placed a hand on her hip, her gloved hand holding a whip. The curve of her calf was elegant, accentuated by her posture. She exuded an aura of confidence and nobility, her sharp, sexy ten-centimeter stiletto boots standing tall. She was like a SΜ queen looking down upon all men, a stark contrast to the dog-like slaves huddled in cages, unable to stand. Here, she was the queen who controlled everything, a goddess who could decide the fate of all. Catherine, a superhero with an S-class ability, had, at the age of twenty, already surpassed many veteran powerhouses. In her two years of active duty, she had been hailed by all as the nemesis of supervillains. She had a very famous nickname: the White Queen. Legend had it that wherever the White Queen appeared, supervillains met their doom. The reason supervillains trembled at her name was precisely Catherine's S-class ability, [Impregnable Fortress]. Though named for defense, it was an offensive and defensive integrated technique. Being impervious to blades and bullets was merely basic; she could unleash the strength of ten thousand men in an instant, capable of splitting mountains with a finger and cracking the earth with a kick. With her unprecedented superpowers, she moved through the ranks of evil organizations as if walking through an empty realm, often infiltrating their strongholds alone and capturing their leaders as easily as plucking something from a pocket. Upon arriving in Moonshadow City, Catherine declared it her territory, bringing to justice the powerful elites and wealthy families who had been covering for supervillains. Catherine's gaze swept over the once-prominent, now disheveled faces in the cages, a condescending smirk playing on her lips. "It's all my fault for being so busy these past few days that I forgot to come down and feed you dog food. You must all be starving, right?" Her temperament was volatile, and coupled with her extraordinary [Impregnable Fortress] ability, she needed to inflict senseless abuse to release the malice within her. "White Queen, please let me out! How much money do you want? I'll give it all to you, just let me go!" "Let me go, my dear aunt! I was wrong, I'll give you anything you want." "Spare me, I shouldn't have harbored supervillains." A chorus of pleas and cries echoed, the fear in the prisoners' hearts reaching its peak. These were no ordinary individuals; each was a prominent figure in Moonshadow City, influential in the news, and powerful in high society. Descendants of nobility, directors of conglomerates worth hundreds of billions, influential political figures – all could be found within these cages. "When did it become your turn to bark like dogs? Did you ever consider a day like this when you were harboring supervillains?" Catherine's lips curved into a charming smile as she leaned back lazily on the sofa, crossing her high-heeled legs with an air of leisure. She snapped her fingers. Instantly, blinding blue light erupted from several randomly selected cages. The unfortunate souls struck by the electric current widened their eyes, attempting to speak, but their bodies began to convulse, foam appearing at their mouths. Desperate, sorrowful cries spread throughout the dungeon, and the smell of urine filled the air. The previously whispering magnates of politics and business fell silent, their faces filled with terror as they stared at the leather-clad queen before them, as if looking at a demon. Catherine clapped her hands lightly, drawing the attention of those in the cages like one would a puppy. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she licked her lips with her delicate tongue and said in a low voice, "Come on, same as usual. Whoever licks my heel clean first..." Miss White Queen, if you do not wish for your superhero identity to be exposed, please come to the school's storage room now. If Damn, if my identity is exposed, my real life will definitely be disrupted. Catherine's pupils suddenly contracted. After subtly observing her surroundings, she silently crumpled the note into a ball. While I'm not afraid of harassment from supervillains, I certainly won't be able to enjoy life as freely and happily as this. Who is it? A supervillain? No, if it were a supervillain, it would be even more imperative not to expose myself. Who could it be? After a moment of thought, Catherine decided there was no need to overthink it. Since the person who left the note hadn't done anything untoward immediately, there was room for negotiation. She slowly rose from her seat and left the classroom. A few minutes later, Catherine arrived at the designated storage room. It was empty; no one was there during class. No one? Catherine's brow furrowed slightly. After a quick scan, she noticed a conspicuous suitcase on a table, with an envelope placed on top. Again? With a sense of unease, Catherine opened the envelope. I'm glad Miss White Queen has arrived at the appointed location on time. However, this is not the end. Next, please put on the outfit prepared for you, or your identity will be revealed to the entire school and society. Damn it! Who is it? Don't let me catch you! Catherine clenched her fists in anger and slammed them heavily on the table. The powerful impact made the suitcase on top tremble. She lifted the suitcase with a blank expression. On top lay a neatly folded white full-body bondage suit, a pair of black open-crotch stockings, a large bag of small golden locks, an eighteen-centimeter vibrating diamond dildo, a metal spreader bar, and a pair of sixteen-centimeter black high-heeled boots. They dare to make me wear this! Catherine's exquisite face flickered with a mix of emotions. After staring at the items in the box for a good ten seconds, she finally took a deep breath. This person who left the note is quite cowardly. I thought I'd see them when I came to the storage room, but they just sent orders without showing themselves, and they're using the threat of my spy identity. Catherine couldn't think of any good solutions for the moment and decided to take it one step at a time. After all, as long as the other party dares to show up, she's confident she can turn the tables. In Catherine's opinion, these so-called props only confirmed the other party's cowardly and lustful nature; perhaps it was just some petty thief who accidentally stumbled upon her secret. However, for the White Queen, who was brave and experienced in combat, this was merely playing mind games in front of a spy – a case of teaching a fish to swim. Let's see what you really want! Catherine locked the storage room door from the inside, drew the curtains, and shed her elegant dress, cape, nude stockings, underwear, and small heels, until she was stripped bare like a tender lamb. Then, she took out the brand-new pair of open-crotch black stockings. She folded them into a ball with her fingers and slipped them onto her lotus-like toes, carefully pulling them up. The delicate black silk gradually enveloped her insteps, passed her ankles, went over her calves, and then her thighs, finally covering her perky buttocks. It reached her waist, and every inch of her skin was swallowed by the soft, smooth black silk. "My ass is so big, it always makes the stockings shine," Catherine hummed confidently, shaking her proud, plump, and seductive buttocks. She then looked down at her full, perky breasts and nodded with satisfaction. This devilish figure, with its curves, was the world's most irresistible weapon; no one could refuse it. Taking out the folded full-body bondage suit, Catherine unfolded it and examined it carefully. It was a full-body latex suit from neck to ankle. The upper part was wrapped with loose black straps, and there was a tightening corset at the waist. "Why is it so small? It looks difficult to put on," Catherine muttered. She inserted her hands into the head of the latex suit, folded it into a ball like a pair of socks, and then put it on her toes. With a strong push, she used her hands to pull it up. The silk stockings and the latex suit made a faint "rustling" sound as they rubbed against each other, which was particularly clear in the storage room. After putting the latex suit on her legs, Catherine smoothly pulled it up to her waist, tucking her two plump, round breasts into the corresponding chest contours of the latex lining. Then, she threaded her hands into the sleeves one by one, allowing the latex suit to gradually cover her neck. "This latex suit... it was intentional, wasn't it?" Catherine lowered her head and took a deep look at her body. After putting on the stockings and the latex suit, the double-layered opening of the crotch tightly framed her lower body. Due to the extremely form-fitting nature of the latex and stockings, the bulge in her private area was even more pronounced. Her vibrant, juicy labia were exposed to the air, appearing full and plump, while her rounded buttocks were made even perkier by the coverage of the stockings and latex. She first took a deep breath, her full, rounded breasts rising and falling. As her waist cinched inward, she grabbed the corset straps and pulled them tight. With a "creak, creak" sound of the corset tightening, Catherine visibly cinched her already small waist even further. Her broad chest was also held more prominently under the influence of the corset. A moment of silence on the other end of the line, followed by a processed electronic voice: "Esteemed White Queen..." "You bastard, I did exactly as you said, why are you suddenly activating that thing!" Catherine's eyes were lust-filled, her face flushed like a peach, her blood-red lips trembling as she spoke, "If you have the guts, come out!" "Don't joke around, you're the famous superhero... If I were to appear before you..." "Enough, mmm~!" A sweet moan escaped Catherine's lips, her body shuddering. The muscles between her legs clenched violently, the diamond dildo in her cunt experiencing intense pressure. Her heart constricted, and her voice, high-pitched and trembling, cried out, "Hiding your face, do you really think I can't do anything about you! Hurry up and turn it off! I command you!" The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "How about we play a game?" "Hmm?!" Catherine narrowed her eyes, a blush of arousal coloring her cheeks, her legs clamped tightly around the offending object. "I can give you an address, and during this time, I will be at that address for you to find. However, to get this address, you must first agree to my conditions." "W-what conditions?" Catherine suddenly covered her mouth, stifling any further delicate sounds that might draw the other's attention. "Do you see the rope in the corner? Take it, find someone to tie your hands with it. It must be a tight, straight-arm bind. I will be waiting for you in the dojo. However, if I see that it's loose at any point, or if there are signs of it being untied, don't blame me if I don't show up. Alright, test over, I'll turn off the vibration function for now." "What? You!" Catherine was so enraged she was about to curse him out, but the other party gave her no room for negotiation. After speaking, he directly hung up the phone. At the same time, the vibrating sensation between her thighs, on the verge of climax, abruptly ceased. So close, so close to orgasm, why turn it off now! Unlike what she had imagined, Catherine's delicate face was covered in sweat, and she panted, her fingers restlessly picking at her crotch, which was tightly sealed by the chastity device. She couldn't insert even a millimeter. Her pleasant mood was gradually being consumed by rage. Damn little thief, how dare he play me like this! It feels so bad, locked up with this thing, my fingers can't get in at all. This dildo is so powerful! My body has never reacted this strongly before! No, no, what am I thinking! How can I be thinking this now! Catherine, suddenly realizing the strange thoughts in her mind, shook her head repeatedly, closed her eyes, and calmed herself. After a brief respite, Catherine slowly recovered her composure from the frustrating and stifling sensation of being denied, and began to ponder the other party's motives. He wants me to tie my own hands, and not loosely, nor to untie them. He really thinks of me as being tested for obedience! The dojo? What am I supposed to do there? Catherine had always been the one to tease others, never having been ordered around by such a mysterious, hidden figure. However, she cherished her real-life identity and didn't want her superhero activities to interfere with her life. After some thought, Catherine opened her clear, recovered eyes, covered her smooth, gleaming buttocks, and limped to the corner. She picked up the hemp rope from the shelf and weighed it in her hand, her gaze becoming resolute. As an invincible superhero, how could a mere rope possibly defeat her? "Tie me up with this rope, with my arms straight!" Catherine grinned, her smile relaxed and sweet, as if to ease his stress. "Huh?" Jack's eyes widened in disbelief. "Lyn, what are you talking about?" "Don't ask so many questions. Do as I say, or I'll find someone else!" Catherine's eyes sparkled. She felt a blush creep onto her cheeks as she spoke, her delicate face flushing slightly. "Oh, you must be playing some kind of truth or dare game!" Jack exclaimed, a look of sudden understanding on his face, having already concocted a scenario in his mind. Seeing him play along so readily, Catherine's smile widened. "Yes, yes, that's it. So, can you help me?" "No problem. Right here?" Jack's eyes suddenly gleamed with excitement, as if a new idea had struck him. "Yes, right here." Catherine rolled her eyes, inwardly despising the fool, but maintaining a noble and elegant smile on the surface. With that, she bit her ruby-red lips with her pearly white teeth, the blush on her cheeks deepening into a captivating flush. The eighteen-centimeter diamond-ribbed dildo inserted between her legs pulsed with every movement, sending waves of stimulation through her. Her hands slowly unzipped her coat and she expertly shed her black trench coat. Now, she was clad only in a form-fitting, pure white latex bodysuit. It hugged every inch of her fiery, toned physique, particularly her melon-sized breasts, which were compressed by a diamond-patterned chastity belt, creating a layered, imposing effect that was incredibly visually striking. Her curvaceous figure, both front and back, was accentuated by the latex bodysuit and waist cincher, making her appear exceptionally sexy. The metal chastity belt was like a glittering adornment. Her legs were long and shapely, and the black patent leather high-heeled boots added an intoxicating allure to her calves. It was no wonder; her naturally voluptuous figure was designed to make men's noses bleed. Jack's gaze, upon seeing her, was immediately drawn to her like a magnet to iron. His eyes darted frantically over her fiery form, clad in the white latex and brutally constricted by the diamond-patterned straps, finally settling on her lower body, sealed by the metal chastity belt. He didn't dare to blink, afraid that the moment he did, this heart-warming, unparalleled vision would disappear. "Don't, don't just stand there staring, hurry up!" Catherine's eyes were languid, her breath a soft whisper as she brought her arms behind her back. Her heavy breasts bounced forward with the alluring pose, a moment of surrender that conveyed a thousand charms, almost enough to make every man in the world's eyes pop out. She showed no signs of embarrassment. Apart from the slight shame brought on by the chastity belt, her bodysuit was a signature look for her as the White Queen, a style that had inadvertently seduced every enemy who had ever laid eyes on it. "Okay!" Jack took a deep breath, daring not to meet her gaze. This woman seemed to possess some sort of dark magic; looking at her for too long felt like sinking into an abyss. He approached her from behind with the rope. He wrapped it around her wrists five times, then threaded it between them, pulling it tight to transform the "O" shape of the rope into an "8"-shaped shackle. "Pull harder, tighter!" Catherine's delicate tongue darted out to moisten her lips. Anyone witnessing this would be shocked to see the world-renowned superhero, the White Queen, displaying such a captivated expression. Perhaps it was her usual commanding aura, or perhaps it was the lingering effects of her recent climax, combined with the eighteen-centimeter crystal dildo constantly stimulating her desire. Whatever the reason, the seductive expression on her face at this moment would have stunned even her former enemies. "It's already tight." Jack's breathing grew ragged. He caught the faint, intoxicating scent of her golden hair up close, like a potent aphrodisiac that made his cock throb. He couldn't help but increase the tension on the rope, pulling it taut and tying a knot. "Mmm~ Yes, just like that. Pull a little harder, the tighter the better. Surely the captain of the football team isn't lacking in strength?" Catherine bit her lip, her heart rate quickening. Her hands, bound by the rope, seemed to have activated a special switch. The diamond dildo, inserted into her cunt and sealed by the chastity belt, suddenly felt warm and moist. "I understand. Since you're asking, Lyn... I'll give it my all!" Jack grabbed the rope and began wrapping it around the middle of her forearm, this time with considerable force. The rope dug deeply into the white latex skin, creating mounds of tender flesh on either side of the binding. Following the same method he used for her wrists, he used five horizontal wraps as a base, with three vertical wraps for reinforcement. He continued to bind her mid-forearm, lower forearm, elbow, and upper arm, securing Catherine's arms tightly behind her back, forming a "Y" shape. From the front, her arms were almost completely hidden. The roar of the crowd surged, wave after wave. The senior disciple strode towards Catherine like a victor, a sneering grin on his face as he clicked his tongue. "What? Can't get up?" He reached out a large hand, clamping it around Catherine's neck and yanking her from the ground. A flicker of surprise crossed his face as his hand made contact with her throat. "Mmph! Let, let go, mmph~!" Though Catherine was struggling to breathe, she still held her head high with pride, her long high-heeled boots kicking uselessly in the air. "Your hands were never out from the start. I thought you were just being arrogant, but now I realize..." Chen Liang gave her a meaningful look and reached for the collar of her coat with his other hand. "You dare not!" Catherine recoiled as if shocked, her legs thrashing more violently. But with her throat constricted and her arms bound straight behind her, her strength, already depleted from the fight, was no match for his grip. The next second, Chen Liang grabbed the zipper of Catherine's collar and pulled it all the way down. The now unsecured coat slid from her shoulders, revealing a form-fitting white latex bodysuit that accentuated her graceful curves. Her upper body, encased in the white latex, was tightly bound by a dense network of diamond-shaped straps. This exquisite *kote-kote* bondage served both to enhance her aesthetic and restrict her breathing. It was then that everyone noticed her hands, which had been tucked into her pockets the entire time, weren't a sign of disdain but were actually bound tightly behind her back. From her wrists, forearms, to her elbows, ropes were dug deep into the soft latex skin. On either side of each taut binding, her flesh bulged, indicating the immense force used by whoever had tied her hands. "You, you dare!" Catherine bit her lower lip, a blush of shame coloring her exquisite face. A few strands of her golden hair clung to her forehead, her foxy features both alluring and seductive. At this moment, everyone present gasped. Any other woman bound in such a manner would have been weeping uncontrollably. Yet, this woman, in this state, had single-handedly held her own against three hundred men without faltering. Had it not been for the senior disciple's sudden intervention and decisive victory, the outcome of this battle would have been unpredictable. "Hiss~ How did those big tits get wrapped up in straps like that?" "Not just that, there are locks on these straps, and a corset. She looks like a lady from the old era." "Look at her crotch, what's that shiny thing? Is she wearing iron underwear? Hey? Is that water leaking out? Is she sweating that much?" "Idiot, that's a chastity belt. Why is it vibrating? Could it be?" "Does this bitch's iron underwear have a vibrator in it?" Upon seeing Catherine's attire, the disciples of the martial arts club let out a chorus of gasps, as if the air itself had become several degrees hotter, thick with tension. Countless fiery gazes converged on her, like a rising inferno. Beneath the coat of this female war god, who had nearly defeated their entire dojo single-handedly, lay this unexpectedly lewd and scorching scene. Her entire being now exuded the scent of a submissive bitch, bound and imprisoned. The crowd consisted of men and women, and the one at the forefront was Chen Liang, whom she had defeated in the martial arts room. "What do you want?" Caitlyn quickly composed herself, crossing her arms under her coat, forcing herself to remain calm. Her powers were nearly depleted, and her body was weak from the diamond dildo in her pleasure hole. Although she had managed to free her hands from the ropes at the last moment, her legs were numb and weak, and she desperately needed to find a place to unlock her lower body and remove the still-vibrating rod. Chen Liang ignored her, instead pointing at Caitlyn with his finger and flashing a fawning smile at the woman beside him. "It's her, she's the one who stole the item." Stolen? I, the heir to the Obsidian Group, would steal? What a joke! Caitlyn frowned, glancing at the woman next to Chen Liang, and gradually felt relieved. Let alone the fact that this was in broad daylight and these people wouldn't dare do anything to her, but even if she *had* stolen something, so what? As the heir to the Obsidian Group, couldn't she afford to pay for it? Not to mention, she hadn't even seen this woman today, so it was impossible for her to have stolen anything. The woman's eyes darted around, and she put her hands on her hips. "Hand over the item immediately!" "Do you know who this is? Wu Tongtong, the daughter of the mayor of Moonshadow City!" Chen Liang said obsequiously from the side. The mayor's daughter? So that's why. No wonder Chen Liang, who had been warned, dared to show his face again! Normally, Caitlyn wouldn't fear her, but her current attire was too disheveled. Underneath her coat was a revealing white bodysuit that accentuated her curves. Leather straps were tightly secured with small brass locks, and a chastity device locked her vibrating lower body, sending waves of pleasure that assaulted her brain. It was completely unsuitable for a public confrontation. Forcing down the waves of numbness from her lower body, Caitlyn bit her lip, her eyes hazy. Her red lips let out broken, fragmented sounds: "Stolen? Do you think you have anything... worth... me stealing?" "If you say you didn't steal it, then let us search you and we'll know!" Wu Tongtong raised her eyebrows, her demeanor arrogant and unreasonable. "How dare you! Do you know who I am?" Caitlyn suddenly exploded in rage, her beautiful eyes seeming to spew fire. If she were at her full strength, no one would dare speak to her like this. But now, like a tiger fallen into a plain, her body was devoid of strength, and even her voice was soft and powerless, lacking any deterrent. "Chen Liang, stop wasting her time, search her." Wu Tongtong waved her hand, and the members of the martial arts club stepped forward, eager to comply. "Stop! Don't come any closer!" A blush of annoyance appeared on Caitlyn's face. A chain attached to her locked nipples sent a jolt of unease through her, and she was about to raise her hand to stop them. It was at this very moment that the diamond dildo in her lower body suddenly emitted a series of intense electric currents, shooting straight into her core. "Ah~" Caitlyn tightly pressed her reddened lips together, her eyes wide. Her delicate body stiffened, and the hand she had just raised to block was quickly brought down to cover her lower body, focusing her attention within the chastity device. Her long, white latex thighs clamped together tightly, trying to contain the sudden surge of electricity. Seeing this, Chen Liang and the others mistook her reaction for fear. They seized the opportunity, grabbed her draped black trench coat, and roughly pulled it off. For a moment, the air seemed to fall silent. Beneath the extremely conservative and stern black trench coat, the peerless Caitlyn was revealed in the special "outfit" prepared by the mysterious person—a white latex bodysuit, a diamond-shaped codpiece, golden brass locks, a chastity device, nipple chains, high-heeled boots, electric pads, and thigh rings. Each item was completely exposed to the air. The way her two prominent nipples were clamped by clips was clearly visible, and the chastity device fit snugly against her pubic mound, outlining a seductive shape. Anyone who saw this outfit, which screamed "lewd and cheap," would never associate it with the famous heir of the Obsidian Group. After all, just earlier that day, she had been the pure, ice-clean, envied, intelligent, and charming heiress on campus, drawing attention and radiating brilliance wherever she went, with an air of arrogance. But now, she looked more like a privately owned bitch, kept and pampered, wearing a bodysuit that accentuated her delicate curves and adorned with pornographic accessories like a prostitute. Where was the slightest trace of the dignified, inviolable, and noble goddess she usually was? "How dare you! Stop! Don't come any closer!" Caitlyn bit her lip, her muscles tensing, her sense of danger reaching its peak. She instinctively wanted to flee, but Chen Liang and the others grabbed her arms. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and the stimulation in her nether regions continued unabated. She tried to speak, but a gag was shoved into her mouth. "Mmph!?" Caitlyn let out an urgent scream, which came out as a series of meaningless grunts. She watched helplessly as a rope was placed around the nape of her neck, looped under her armpits, and then wound down her arms. Sensing Caitlyn's furious struggles, Chen Liang and his companions, knowing how formidable this woman was, their faces darkened. They twisted her arms behind her back, and amidst her violent thrashing, skillfully looped the rope around her wrists. After quickly tightening it, they passed it around the loop at her neck and pulled down hard, efficiently completing the hogtie. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~!" Caitlyn let out a series of rapid moans. Her breasts were forced forward, and the lewd breast chain swayed slightly with her heaving chest. The struggles of her wrists bound behind her back became increasingly difficult as the ropes tightened, until she was completely suspended below her shoulder blades, with no possibility of loosening. "Kneel!" Seeing Caitlyn's hands bound tightly behind her back in a reverse prayer position, Wu Tongtong nodded with satisfaction. She kicked Caitlyn's inner knee, her white high-heeled shoe pressing against her calf, preventing her from standing. "Mmmph~" Caitlyn's head was thrown back, her screams muffled by the gag, unable to form clear words. The flush on her cheeks deepened, as if her blood pressure had been maxed out. "Miss, this woman is very strong. I'll give her some special treatment!" Chen Liang said obsequiously to Wu Tongtong, but when he turned to Caitlyn, he struck with full force, leading his subordinates to take out more ropes and bind her lower body. A total of twenty-one tight ropes were placed around her ankles, mid-calves, and above her knees. Each position was secured with seven horizontal and three vertical ropes, binding Caitlyn's legs so tightly that there was no room for movement. "Mmph~" Caitlyn's cherry-like mouth was completely sealed by the gag. She panted lightly through her nose, her angry, hazy eyes welling up with tears of humiliation and shame. She could only watch helplessly as her legs were bound tightly by these ants. However, Chen Liang had no intention of stopping. He pushed Caitlyn to the ground, wound the rope around her ankles, connected the remaining rope to her wrists, and then threaded it back through the pre-made loop at her ankles, pulling hard. With the sound of tightening ropes,