[Practice Collection] Update: The Twisted Joys of Brother and Sister

At this moment, Wang Ming suddenly recalled the explicit adult films he had seen online a few days ago. With a sudden mischievous impulse, he began to torment Liu Huixue based on the scenes he remembered from his mind. He took out the damp, salty underwear and panties stained with bodily fluids and sweat, folded the socks neatly, then grabbed Liu Huixue's cheeks and used the socks to gag the electrocuted woman. Soon, Liu Huixue's cheeks were stuffed full, and on top of that, Wang Ming pulled her panties over her head. Seeing that she was securely sealed, he nodded with satisfaction, opened the car door, walked to the front seat, and prepared to drive away. Dappled starlight poured down from the sky, each speck as fine as dust, yet seemingly condensed from a million crystals. Every point radiated a dazzling brilliance, crystalline and transparent. Some were a beautiful sapphire blue, forming streaks of falling stars, plummeting towards the ground. It was at this moment that the man drove to the hideout, and amidst the constant jolting of the journey, Liu Huixue had already regained consciousness. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph?" With her head covered by panties, she couldn't see anything inside the car and could only struggle and whimper. The van also stopped as it reached the criminal hideout. "Oh, you're awake?" The man came to the back seat, took out a camera, and began taking pictures of Liu Huixue. "Click! Click!" The sound of the camera echoed. Although Liu Huixue couldn't see, she knew from the sound that she had been photographed. She thrashed about, her bound limbs struggling desperately. Poor bank employee Liu Huixue had fallen into such a predicament. "Mmmph mmmph! Mmmph mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!" Liu Huixue continued to writhe in the back seat. Naturally, her evasive movements were uncooperative. In fact, the man had noticed the commotion when they were nearing the hideout minutes ago, but he hadn't paid attention to her, not wanting to be distracted while driving. "Mmm, good, good, we're here now. Don't move around!" Wang Ming said loudly. Seeing her uncooperative, Wang Ming took out the stun gun he had used to electrocute Liu Huixue earlier and prepared to punish her. While electrocuting her, he reached out his rough hand and began electrocuting her fragrant feet, and at the same time, he used his lecherous hand to tickle her feet. The poor Liu Huixue, subjected to such stimulation, naturally struggled incessantly. "Alright! Stop struggling! Cooperate with me for the photos, and I'll let you go." The man looked at the struggling woman before him. Upon hearing that he would let her go, Liu Huixue stopped struggling. Of course, she had no real choice in the matter, as her initial head shaking and struggling had ultimately been useless. Wang Ming roughly picked Liu Huixue up, cradling her in his arms like a princess, and then walked into the criminal hideout. ... "Mmmph! Mmmph!" The poor Liu Huixue was now bound to a chair in the crime scene. Her hands were spread and tied to the armrests, while her feet were spread and tied to the chair legs. After securing her, Wang Ming took out scissors and began to cut off Liu Huixue's clothes. Seeing this, Liu Huixue naturally twisted and struggled, uncooperative. Wang Ming, seeing her lack of cooperation, took out a device and clamped a vibrating nipple clamp onto Liu Huixue's large breasts, tightly pinching the peaks of her breasts. "Ooooh! Mmmph! Nngh~!" At this moment, she was like a captive in a dark dungeon, being brutally violated. Wang Ming, not satisfied, took out the [X] and silicone rod from the side, preparing for the next stage of torture. "Oh, right, I almost forgot something." It was at this moment that Wang Ming remembered he should record a video. Muttering to himself, he turned on the nearby camera, then took out the scissors and cut open Liu Huixue's [X] clothing... recording her moment of despair. "Drip, drip, drip..." The hands of the clock continued to move. Not long after, Liu Huixue was transferred again. In the dim cell, Liu Huixue's hands and left foot were hoisted high, leaving her standing precariously on her tiptoes, awaiting further "training" by the criminal organization... "Zhang Wen, you're the most agile. You'll be in charge of binding her upper body later. Li Zize, you'll handle her lower body," Zuo Yan instructed his two cronies. The two nodded in agreement and began their work. First, Zhang Wen, with his nimble hands, straightened Hao Ruohan's arms. He then bound her elbows together in a straight, parallel position. Next, he took out a rope and began to secure Hao Ruohan's upper arms. If she were conscious, she would have felt a pair of rough, thick hands binding her. Zhang Wen was efficient. He gripped Hao Ruohan's upper arm tightly and began to wrap the rope around it, coiling it five or six times. Finally, the rope went over her shoulder, crossing her chest like a strap, and was secured between her upper arms, the knot hidden there. Hao Ruohan was wearing a clean, white long-sleeved shirt, which only enhanced the feeling of tightness from the hemp rope binding her arms. After finishing with her upper arms, Zhang Wen didn't stop. He easily brought her forearms together in a parallel position. He lined up three points on her upper and lower arms and wrapped the rope around each point five or six times. This left Hao Ruohan's hands completely immobile. If Hao Ruohan hadn't practiced yoga before, most people wouldn't be able to achieve such a pose, and certainly not for long. Soon, her arms were tightly bound. Then, Zhang Wen took out more rope from his bag and began to wrap it around Hao Ruohan's waist. The rope was wound in sections of five or six coils, creating a rope corset that accentuated her slender figure. After that, Li Zize started binding Hao Ruohan's lower body. Li Zize took out ropes from his bag and began to work on the beautiful teacher's silken feet. Today, Hao Ruohan was wearing a gray-black hip-hugging skirt, black stockings, and red-soled high heels. This ensemble would become a striking sight under the rope bindings. Li Zize quickly began to bind the beautiful teacher's silken feet. He took out the rope and started binding from the top of her thighs. The rope, pressing against her black stockings, gave a sense of oppression, which was indeed the case. The rope dug in about two to three millimeters, tightly binding her silken feet to her legs, inseparable. Under Li Zize's hands, the rope was wound four times per section, then passed between her feet and tied with a firm knot. He repeated this process, binding her thighs tightly together. Her calves were not spared either. Li Zize wound the rope around her calves in sections of four coils, digging in three to four millimeters. In a short while, he had created five sections of rope. Of course, the high heels were not to be ignored. Finally, he wrapped the rope around her high heels, binding the beautiful teacher's fragrant feet to her shoes, making them impossible to shake off. Now came the crucial step of sealing her senses. Zuo Yan took a black blindfold, a large red gag, and, most importantly, soundproof earplugs from his backpack. He then proceeded to cover Hao Ruohan's head. Soon, the blindfold and the large red gag were securely in place. The earplugs were not forgotten either and were inserted into her ears. "Hmm, excellent, mission accomplished!" Zuo Yan said proudly, admiring the "work of art" before him. Just then, Sun Dongqiang spoke up. "No, no, no, this isn't enough. We need to put this on her." Saying this, Sun Dongqiang took a black leather hood from his bag. This hood was completely enclosed, and the wearer would be unable to perceive anything once it was on. As he spoke, Sun Dongqiang began to put the hood on Hao Ruohan. At this moment, he also prepared to begin playing with the beautiful teacher before him. "Alright! Brothers, we can sell her now!" Zuo Yan exclaimed. This was beyond Sun Dongqiang's expectations. He had initially thought they were just going to bind the beautiful teacher and have some fun. He hadn't expected Zuo Yan to have such sinister intentions. It wasn't surprising that the two brothers he had brought along were so burly; they were clearly involved in kidnapping. Zhang Wen's words at this moment made Sun Dongqiang's legs tremble with fear. "Yes, brother, we've already driven the van downstairs. Shall we take this girl to the car now? We'll give you your cut after the job is done." As Zhang Wen spoke, he signaled to Li Zize. Upon seeing the signal, Li Zize hoisted the newly bound beautiful teacher onto his back. The two then disappeared from sight. The sight of Wang Ruoyou's flushed, beautiful face, her impossibly proud breasts, her skin like snow, her slender waist devoid of any excess flesh, and her sexy, long legs accentuated by sheer pantyhose, ignited a fire not only in Zuo Yan and the other two but even in Sun Dongqiang, who was feigning capture. Her black, tight-fitting bra and form-fitting grey panties assaulted the eyes of all four men. Sensing their intense gazes, Wang Ruoyou lowered her head, desperately trying to avoid their eyes. Zhang Wen and Li Zize exchanged a look, then stepped forward, grabbing Wang Ruoyou's arms and forcefully twisting them behind her back. Though she had intended to resist, Wang Ruoyou held back upon seeing Sun Dongqiang. With her arms twisted behind her, the rope was wound around her torso twice, connecting the bindings at her back. Although Zhang Wen and Li Zize hadn't been physically touched by her like their leader, they had witnessed Wang Ruoyou's formidable combat prowess, so they bound her with utmost care. The spiraling rope wrapped around Wang Ruoyou's arms six times, her wrists crossed and bound in a "W" shape. The rope was pulled so tight it dug into her flesh. Throughout this process, Wang Ruoyou let out intermittent moans, her low, weak cries failing to elicit any pity from Zhang Wen and Li Zize; instead, they only fueled their desire. Finally, Wang Ruoyou's arms were pulled high, the pain causing her to emit unbearable screams interspersed with groans. With her arms secured, ropes were also tied in front. Two ropes, originating from her neck, wrapped around her sides, firmly securing her chest over her black bra. Ropes crossed from her chest were pulled down to her crotch, forming a solid strap. Sun Dongqiang and Zuo Yan watched the entire process. Sun Dongqiang, in particular, felt an indescribable surge of excitement. Though he had fantasized countless times about his aunt bound, he had never imagined she could be so beautiful, a true siren. Especially her stocking-clad legs; in that moment, Sun Dongqiang regretted agreeing to Zuo Yan's plan to betray his aunt, thinking she would be better off in his own hands. Suddenly, a "¥" shape was formed on Wang Ruoyou's front, her proud breasts threatening to burst from her bra. Wang Ruoyou's long, stocking-clad legs were also tightly bound together. The rope was wrapped around them eight times from top to bottom, ensuring she couldn't separate them even an inch. "Gently, ah, I'm cooperating, just let me go...呜呜呜." Wang Ruoyou began to panic and struggle. She realized she had lost almost all ability to move and couldn't imagine the consequences if this continued, but it was too late. Seeing Wang Ruoyou's lack of cooperation, Zhang Wen accelerated his actions, immediately producing an eye mask to cover her eyes. Li Zize was right behind him, quickly inserting a gag into her mouth. Wang Ruoyou thrashed, but her former strength was useless against these three thugs. Bound tightly, she was helpless and had no chance to resist. The blindfold deprived her of sight, preventing her from knowing Sun Dongqiang's current state. The gag with a hole forced Wang Ruoyou's mouth open, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her body, a sense of shame gradually rising within her. Zuo Yan slowly approached Wang Ruoyou and then, with a triumphant smirk, reached out to caress her body. Wang Ruoyou recoiled a few steps, emitting soft, pleasing moans from her throat that stirred the soul. "Heh heh, women who fall into my hands never fare well. Beautiful, let me tell you the truth! You were our target from the beginning! Detective Wang is so gorgeous, you must have figured that out by now." As Zuo Yan spoke, he roughly pulled her closer, his hands moving from her upper body to her stocking-clad legs. "呜呜呜!" Wang Ruoyou twisted her head, her muffled words unintelligible. However, Sun Dongqiang understood his aunt's meaning; even now, Aunt Wang Ruoyou was still worried about his safety. "You know Crow, right? He said he misses you dearly. He's been bidding on you at the dark web auction! So, from now on, you'll go enjoy yourself in Thailand! Haha! Oh, before I sell you off, I've decided to enjoy you myself. Do you know your price? Crow offered a full two million to buy you. With so many people wanting you, I don't even know who to pick. If Crow hadn't forbidden me from touching you, I would have already taken you right here." Hearing that they intended to sell her, and especially that her designated buyer was Crow, Wang Ruoyou became even more terrified and desperate to break free. She exerted all her strength, but her tightly bound body couldn't move an inch. The taut ropes made even the slightest movement agonizing. The firm strap between her legs continuously rubbed against her crotch through the pantyhose, a sensation that made Wang Ruoyou feel a faint, unexpected excitement. 　　The cabin was dimly lit. With a click, the light in the room came on. Female detective Wang Ruo was currently bound in Wu Qiu’s room. Her entire body was suspended in midair by a four-horse-in-reverse-pointing-leap-style restraint, while the old fan in the room whirred loudly. It was the kind where pressing down on the part near the motor—like a latch—caused the head to start spinning; because it was so old, it began to whir loudly after just a short while. Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz... “Mmm... Mmm!” Wang Ruoyou moaned in agony. At that moment, she was wearing a black blindfold and a red, perforated gag. With her lips clenched tightly around the red gag, she was completely unable to articulate what she wanted to say and could only let out agonized moans. With her vision obscured by the blindfold, she could see nothing; if it weren’t for the ropes tightly binding her body, she wouldn’t even realize she was suspended in midair. At this moment, she had been completely stripped of her sight and ability to speak; the ropes wound themselves delicately around her graceful, voluptuous body, clad in a sexy cheongsam, Wang Ruoyou was dressed as follows: first, a flesh-colored one-piece stocking suit that completely enveloped her entire body, from her toes to her neck—even her fingers were covered. As for why? Naturally, it was necessary protection to minimize unnecessary injury to her body, but to satisfy the client’s bondage preferences, the kidnappers had specifically chosen a style that exposed the “three points.” What exactly does “exposing the three points” mean? It naturally refers to fully exposing the two points on her breasts and the one in her crotch—a design that facilitates the subsequent training sessions. It was on this basis that Wang Ruoyou was dressed in a red silk cheongsam. Although she wore no undergarments, the red cheongsam perfectly resolved any issues caused by the exposed areas. As for sexual assault, they would simply cut out the critical areas when the time came. 　　The rope cinched tightly around Wang Ruoyou’s delicate frame; her upper body was bound in a European-style straight-arm restraint. The rope—as thick as a middle finger—was wrapped in four-loop sections, securing her forearms in four distinct segments, and three sections around her upper arms, finally tied into a tight knot in the middle. The rope then passed over her delicate shoulders, forming a peculiar sort of shoulder strap that straightened her naturally slightly hunched back. Her ample breasts were thus ruthlessly exposed. It wasn’t just the European-style straight-arm bind; the underlying tortoise-shell bind also ruthlessly carved her body into rows of diamond-shaped patterns, square and well-defined. It was a rope over seven meters long, as thick as her thumb. A loop was tied in the middle, which was then slipped over Wang Ruoyou’s neck, before passing between her thighs, then back to her neck. The rope was repeatedly pulled tight around her body, eventually forming a series of diamond-shaped patterns. It was precisely this technique that caused the rope between her thighs to cinch fiercely around the roots of her thighs rather than [X]. This also provided the space needed for subsequent anal penetration. As for her fragrant feet, they were treated the same way as her arms: a rope as thick as her middle finger—with no loops—was tightly bound around her thighs in five sections, and a full six segments on her calves. Even her fragrant feet, clad in black high heels with red soles, were bound with rope—two segments tightly securing her feet and the heels, fusing them into a single unit. At this moment, her feet were bent at an angle of over ninety degrees, her thighs and calves folded into a perfect arc. The rope, as thick as a thumb, was tightly secured to her ankles, wrists, and shoulder straps, forming a straight line connecting these three points to a metal ring. The top of that metal ring was attached to a hook in the ceiling, suspending Wang Ruoyou in the air. As the fan blew, she swayed back and forth... back and forth...... “Wuuu! Wuuu~” After swaying for over half an hour, a click was heard. The lights in the room finally came on, and a man named Crow walked in, holding a black leather whip in his hand, seemingly preparing for the training session to come. “Oh my, not bad, female detective. Who would’ve thought you’d end up like this one day!” ” the man said with a laugh. Unfortunately, even though the lights in the room were now on, she was blindfolded and couldn’t see what this man named Crow actually looked like; she could only make a rough judgment based on his voice. “Mmm? Aaaah, mmm, mmm, aaaah! ” With a few sharp cracks, Crow’s whip came down, striking the buttocks encased in the bright red cheongsam, and Wang Ruoyou’s buttocks responded with a springy bounce. “Ahaha! I never would’ve guessed—she’s in her thirties, yet her butt is still so bouncy! That’s really something!” Crow laughed loudly, his lecherous laughter echoing repeatedly throughout the room. 　　“Wuuu! Wuuu!” The once-arrogant female detective, who had once been so high and mighty, was now captured and suspended by Crow, After a few light lashes, Crow suddenly turned his gaze to the floor. Because of the gag, Wang Ruoyou couldn’t close her mouth at all; saliva dripped steadily through the gaps in the gag onto the floor, and the blood from those earlier lashes had also flowed onto the ground along with her bodily fluids.... .. “Ouch?! “It’s dirty now, isn’t it? We can’t have that. Come on, let’s take a shower and give you a good scrub.” Crow said with a leering grin, calling over his henchmen as he spoke. They slowly lowered the rope—as thick as a thumb—allowing Wang Ruoyou’s body to gradually descend toward the floor, After all, the henchmen were now adjusting the rope attached to the upper section of the iron ring. Once they had finished adjusting that section, they gripped the top of the ring with their thick, calloused hands and hoisted Wang Ruoyou up as if she were a little chick. “Not bad, Dazhuang. Later, carry this girl into the bathroom and adjust her to the height I want. You know what I mean, right?” Crow said to his henchman, who instantly understood what Crow meant and, still holding Wang Ruoyou, made his way to the bathroom. “Waaah, waaah!” Wang Ruoyou couldn’t bear such humiliation; she struggled violently, shaking her head from side to side, looking just like a big fish floundering on dry land. “Hey, don’t move, don’t move. You’ll have plenty of chances to move later,” the henchman said to her, giving Wang Ruoyou’s plump, pert buttocks a hard squeeze as he spoke. "Tick, tock... A person is like a clock, their value determined by the movement of their hands. On the grand clock in the hall, its second hand ticks with a faint sound, and on the great clock of time, there are only two words—now. "Wuwuwuwu! Wuwuwuwu! ~ Wuwuwuwu! ~" In the hall, Wang Ruoyou was bound in an ornate European straight-arm posture, with *shibari* spreading across her body. Her upper arms were tightly bound in segments of five coils each, for a total of three segments, with the ropes cinched tight in the middle. Her forearms were bound in segments of four coils each, for a total of four segments. Having just bathed, her entire body was wet, and the dampness made the ropes constrict even more. She was no longer in the horse-strung posture from before, but in a seated position resembling Guanyin. Her legs were crossed, the ropes tightly wound around the center where her calves intersected, arranging her legs in an X shape. The ropes were pulled taut between her feet, forming a loop that was placed around her neck. The ropes were then tightened within this loop and secured with a death knot. Thus, she sat cross-legged in the hall, a large, bright red silicone gag in her mouth with three openings allowing her saliva to drip onto the floor. An eye mask covered her eyes, rendering her completely blind to her surroundings. She was forced to hunch her back and lower her head, sitting in the hall. Dressed in a bright red qipao and a flesh-colored one-piece stocking, she resembled a living, breathing Bodhisattva statue. "Not bad! This is really good!" crow exclaimed, and in his hand, a nipple clamp and a juicer appeared... "Wuwuwu~ Ahhhhh wuwuwu! ~" Wang Ruoyou let out a scream. During the previous bathing stage, crow had already cut away the clothing on Wang Ruoyou's ample chest. The flesh-colored one-piece stocking underneath did not cover her breasts, as it was a playful, sheer style. This gave crow the opportunity to use the nipple clamp and the breast pump he held. In an instant, crow had pierced the nipple clamp through her areola, through her large breasts. From within her [X], not blood, but a small amount of white, viscous fluid flowed. "Holy shit, your breasts are huge!" crow exclaimed, as he threaded the nipple clamp through her [X], causing her to cry out repeatedly in the room. The woman's lewd moans echoed throughout the entire space... After a long while, perhaps the liquid had run out, or perhaps more milk was yet to come, crow looked at her ample breasts, thinking that if he didn't explore them further, it would be a shame for such a perfect specimen. "This is great! Come on, let me try this juicer!" As he spoke, crow took out the two juicers he held, placed them on the ground, and slowly pressed the switch. 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Perhaps after the previous..." Inside the dilapidated van, Wang Xiaoer smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the unconscious Wang Ruoxue. He then took out several bundles of hemp rope from a nearby bag. Wang Xiaoer began to move the ropes around Wang Ruoxue's body. The ropes were only as thick as Wang Ruoxue's fingers. Wang Xiaoer took out several bundles of hemp rope and first carefully examined Wang Ruoxue's delicate feet. "Ah, this dark chocolate looks really good. Not bad, it seems I can sell it for a good price. A fine piece!" Wang Xiaoer looked and examined carefully, then took out the bundles of rope and began to wrap them around Wang Ruoxue's delicate feet. First, he tightly wrapped five loops around Wang Ruoxue's slender ankles, then tied a tight knot in the middle to secure the rope. He then tightly bound five or six loops above and below her knees, for a total of two sections. Finally, he bound five or six loops around her upper thighs. The four sections of rope completely bound Wang Ruoxue's delicate feet, leaving her unable to move them at all. After finishing the binding, Wang Xiaoer couldn't help but caress her delicate feet. "Ah! Such delicate and beautiful feet!" he murmured while stroking them and sniffing. Wang Xiaoer sighed, and then continued his work. He then picked up the remaining rope from the bag and wrapped five or six loops around Wang Ruoxue's wrists and elbows, finally securing it with a knot in the middle, creating a standard European-style straight arm. After finishing, Wang Xiaoer wiped the sweat from his face and carefully examined the beautiful woman bound on the ground, lying on her side. "So beautiful!" Wang Xiaoer exclaimed, and as he spoke, he took out a large red gag from the bag, reached out, and pinched Wang Ruoxue's cheeks. Wang Ruoxue involuntarily opened her mouth, and he then placed the gag on her delicate lips. "Mmmph~!" Wang Ruoxue involuntarily made a sound. Seeing that it was securely in place, he satisfiedly opened the car door and walked to the front seat, preparing to drive away. "Wuwuwu~!" A winding route, a thorny beginning, on the highway, bumpy all the way. The highway is a good place to be. Because all highways in the world look pretty much the same, it's easy to forget where you are. Because it's endless, it's reassuring. And Wang Ruoxue, bound in the back seat, gradually began to regain consciousness... Now let's switch the perspective back to the apartment. At this moment, Wang Ruoyou was being trained by Wuya. Wang Ruoyou, bound like a dog, was in the room with only Dazhuang and Wuya. "Crawl faster! Whore!" Wuya shouted, holding a whip. Dazhuang was holding the rope attached to the collar around Wang Ruoyou's neck. The rope dangled, directing Wang Ruoyou, who was bound and crawling like a dog. Wang Ruoyou could only crawl with difficulty on her elbows and knees. "Aowuwu!~" Wang Ruoyou cried out continuously. *Crack! Crack! Crack!* With several crisp whip cracks, Wuya, holding the whip like a plantation owner, repeatedly lashed Wang Ruoyou's perky buttocks. "Aooowuwuwuwu~!" Wang Ruoyou cried out even louder under the lashing of the whip. Her howls, mixed with whimpers, echoed throughout the room. Wang Ruoyou knew that there was a gentle whip behind her, lashing her again and again, making her dare not slacken. In the room, Wuya continuously whipped Wang Ruoyou, who was restrained like a dog. "That's enough, Dazhuang. Let's take this beautiful little dog out for a walk." Wuya commanded Dazhuang. As a subordinate, how could he dare to disobey the boss's orders? Dazhuang then gave an OK gesture and led Wang Ruoyou to the apartment door. He reached into his pocket, took out a key, and opened the door. *Click—* The door opened, revealing a bright space. It turned out that Wuya and Dazhuang lived on the first floor, which actually saved Wang Ruoyou the trouble of going downstairs. "Alright, you slutty dog, it's time to go! Let's go for a walk!" Wuya said, and as he spoke, he kicked Wang Ruoyou's plump buttocks hard with his smelly feet, clad in large slippers. "Aowu~!" Being kicked like this, Wang Ruoyou couldn't help but scream a few times. But now, as a slutty dog, she knew she couldn't resist. In fact, resisting might put both her nephew and herself in danger, so she could only obediently comply. The slender silhouettes of the willows, like paintings on the rippling river, were brushed by a gentle breeze, creating a clear, jade-green ripple on the water's surface. It was as if the ripples mirrored the pure and beautiful stirrings in her heart, leaving her entranced, her longing sent across a thousand miles under the moon. In this deep night, a crisis of suffering awaited Zhang Anqi, slumbering in her dreams. The little thief took out metal shackles from a black cloth bag and fastened them around Zhang Anqi's wrists and ankles, restricting her movement. She was unable to move freely... "Hiss, this girl's figure is truly top-tier!" The thief swallowed, and began to gently caress Zhang Anqi's legs, clad in white pantyhose. He traced from her toes, up her soles, and towards her thighs. As he touched the sole of her foot, he suddenly felt Zhang Anqi's face twitch. It turned out Zhang Anqi was naturally ticklish, extremely sensitive to being tickled. Her brow furrowed slightly. Still in her sleep, it was only a minor twitch, but the thief caught it. He thought to himself that he absolutely couldn't let the victim see his face. The thief glanced at her neck, then at her fair, tender face, and began to plot how to blindfold Zhang Anqi. He first took tape from his bag and began to stick it over her eyes, piece by piece... Her smooth, tender skin, as clear and translucent as mutton-fat jade, seemed within reach; the tape was applied tightly, sealing every gap. Then, he took out a flesh-colored stocking from his black bag. At this moment, the stocking served as a blindfold. He placed the flesh-colored stocking over Zhang Anqi's eyes, further obscuring them after they had already been taped shut, ensuring no light could reach her eyes. It also served as a decorative touch, as it was certainly more aesthetically pleasing than just the tape. Next, he took out earplugs and inserted them into her ears. The thief observed Lin Ruolin. Zhang Anqi could now neither see nor hear, but she could speak. The thief looked at her cherry-like lips and decided there was no need to gag her. One reason was that it would be unsightly; another, more significant reason, was that he wanted the awakened Zhang Anqi to scream for help, to be found in her bound state. And finally, he simply hadn't brought any gagging tools. With that, the thief lifted Zhang Anqi and laid her on the sofa, positioning her flat on her back. He then brought a quilt from the room and covered her with it, a quilt long enough to wrap from her heels to her neck. He also brought a pillow to support her head. From the outside, she now looked like a beautiful girl with an eye mask and earplugs, her hair disheveled, a mix of black and golden-yellow... Having finished, the thief slipped into another room, beginning to search Zhang Anqi's home for anything valuable. The earplugs also served another purpose: the sounds of rummaging were quite loud, and the earplugs provided excellent sound insulation. Zhang Anqi groggily awoke from her sleep, finding herself unable to see or hear, her hands and legs immobile. She felt a quilt covering her and a pillow beneath her head. She tried to sit up, but her hands couldn't support her, as if they were fused to her back. She struggled to lean against the side of the sofa, trying to use its back to prop herself up... In a short time, she pushed and leaned, gritting her teeth. With great effort, she managed to sit up, leaning against the sofa's back. She smacked her lips, cleared her throat, and prepared to call for help... "Help! I've been kidnapped! Come save me! Help..." But there was no response. Lin Ruolin tried to stand. She leaned forward, shaking her head, and the earplugs fell out. Startled, she quickly stood up in surprise, and at that very moment, a pair of rough hands grabbed her [X]. "Haha! Stop screaming, no one can hear you!" A gruff male voice echoed from above her. It was the thief, warning Zhang Anqi not to struggle. "You! You're the one who kidnapped me, aren't you? Where am I? What do you want! Let me go!" Since her mouth wasn't gagged, she didn't whimper and struggle like in typical TV dramas. Instead, she shouted questions and thrashed desperately. In the middle of the night, her hands struggled, the metal clanking loudly. The petty thief had been scratching for over an hour; anyone else would have grown tired of it by then, so he took several bundles of rope out of his large black backpack—all of them were high-quality hemp ropes with a diameter of five millimeters. As the petty thief pulled the rope out of the bag, a coil of it unrolled. He then twisted Zhang Anqi’s arm with force, pulling her hands into a “W” shape, The petty thief first folded the rope in half, tying a small loop at the fold. He then placed the loop behind Zhang Anqi’s neck, threaded both strands through her armpits, wrapped them around her arms three times, tightly securing the next two loops, then tying them together side by side at her wrists. Finally, the rope was wrapped around Zhang Anqi’s wrists, binding both of them tightly behind her back. Next, the rope was wrapped around her chest, above and below, making her already ample breasts appear even larger and more swollen. The contours of her upper body were thus largely restrained with a rope of medium thickness. This binding technique frequently appears in TV dramas; it is the standard Chinese “five-flower” bind, characterized by the fact that a single rope is sufficient to achieve the desired effect, though, of course, the person being bound naturally feels the tight constriction. The petty thief then took out a rope about half the thickness of a little finger and began what might be called “decorative” binding. First, she carefully secured the arms behind the back, tying them tightly at the elbows and upper arms, then used the thin rope to bind her fingers together as well, with her palms against her forearms and the centers of her palms against the creases of her elbows, forming a flat position, while the rope suspended high behind her back nearly touched her neck—or rather, was practically connected to it. As for her abdomen, there were several crisscrossing patterns—a hybrid of diamond and tortoise-shell bindings—in short, a dense network of body bindings woven with twisted rope. This ensured that even the slightest struggle would trigger an unbearable sensation of constriction, preventing her from continuing to struggle. And with that, the binding of her upper body was complete. Immediately afterward, the young thief took out a thin cord and began tying her legs. 　　 　　He followed the same method, wrapping the thin rope tightly around her thighs dozens of times. The white pantyhose on her thighs were pulled into a curvaceous shape, and the young thief couldn’t help but swallow hard; as he swallowed, he began to caress her, He did the same to her calves, wrapping the rope—as thick as his middle finger—tightly around them dozens of times, securing them firmly at the ankles. He then wrapped the rope several times between her legs to reinforce the bind, tying each loop in a figure-eight pattern that passed through the center. This prevented her from spreading her legs. After finishing, the young thief checked the tightness of the bindings. Her upper body was tightly bound—she could struggle without losing her allure—while her lower body couldn’t be spread apart on its own and required assistance from her upper body. Perhaps because the sensation from the earlier tickling assault hadn’t yet subsided, Zhang Anqi let out a few lewd little gasps and nearly collapsed backward. “Haha! “Let’s see how you escape now. Since you’re so mouthy, I’ll have to resort to some harsh measures!” the robber said harshly. At that moment, Zhang Anqi was blindfolded—unable to see or smell, able only to bite; her hands were pinned behind her back, and her legs were pressed tightly together. But the robber, as if lifting a little chick, grabbed the rope tied behind her back with his thick, burly hands and yanked Zhang Anqi up violently. 　　 　　“Ah! I’m already tied up like this—what else do you want to do to me?!” Zhang Anqi screamed. But the robber showed her no mercy, shouting back, “I’m going to hang you up in a minute! “Are you going to tell me your bank card PIN or not? If you don’t, just wait to be hanged—and then the police can come collect your body tomorrow!” the kidnapper shouted. This terrified Zhang Anqi; after all, being so young, she had never even dreamed in her wildest nightmares that she would die in her own home. “No, please don’t! But I really don’t know! Please don’t kill me!” As she spoke, the rope was already pressed against her neck. The robber had already chosen the spot to hang her—the beam by the doorway. He moved a table over to use as a support, then took a thick hemp rope, twisted the strands together, and tied two knots, thickened it, and then attached it to the rope around Zhang Anqi’s neck. This way, as soon as the robber pulled the rope, he could truly use the principle of leverage to hoist Zhang Anqi up. 　　 　　“Hahahaha! Are you going to tell me or not? It’s already set up. I’ll give you one more minute,” the robber said, beginning to pressure her. “But I really don’t know!” Zhang Anqi pleaded desperately. 　　 　　“10! 9!...” The robber silently counted down. “Okay, I’ll tell you—it’s 12345! Waaah!” No sooner had she finished speaking than the countdown ended. The poor Zhang Anqi had her mouth gagged with a pair of pantyhose by the robber. “Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph!” The helpless Zhang Anqi kept screaming. The man's other hand gently gripped the hem of the coat, tucking it into Lin Chutao's waist, ensuring the coat completely enveloped her body. His fingers lingered on her waist for a moment, as if savoring the intimate contact. His movements, seemingly gentle, were filled with an underlying strength, each button he fastened tightening the coat's embrace around Lin Chutao. The collar of the coat was deliberately pulled high, obscuring half her cheek, revealing only her eyes, hidden by a blindfold, and her mouth, gagged by a ball. Lin Chutao's body trembled slightly within the coat's confines. Goosebumps rose on her skin from the cold, and the red marks left by the ropes stood out starkly against her pale flesh. The coat's fabric was rough and cold, clinging to Lin Chutao's skin with every inch, as if to merge her with the darkness of the car's interior. The man's other hand gently gripped the hem of the coat, tucking it into Lin Chutao's waist, ensuring the coat completely enveloped her body. Now the man's fingers lingered on her waist for a moment, as if savoring the intimate contact. Lin Chutao's body trembled slightly within the coat's confines. Goosebumps rose on her skin from the cold, and the red marks left by the ropes stood out starkly against her pale flesh. The hem of the coat brushed lightly against Lin Chutao's thighs, its icy touch like the frost of winter, instantly piercing her skin and causing her to shiver involuntarily. The man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly in his throat as he slowly withdrew a black mask from a nearby bag. The mask's texture was similar to the blindfold, soft yet resilient; Lin Chutao's body, in contrast, appeared even more fragile and helpless within these cold restraints. The man's movements were unhurried. He first gently cupped Lin Chutao's chin, a gesture that seemed tender but held an implicit strength. Lin Chutao attempted to struggle, to free her body from these chilling bonds, but each struggle only made her feel colder, more powerless. His thumb pressed lightly against her jawline, tilting her head back slightly to better position the mask over her face. Next, the man slowly placed one end of the mask over Lin Chutao's gag, the red ball already slick with her tears and saliva, producing a faint friction sound as it met the mask. Now it seemed not only the mask was making a rustling sound, but even the hem of the coat beside her finally settled at the base of her thighs, the cold fabric sweeping over her sensitive areas, eliciting another muffled whimper. The coat hugged her body tightly, intertwining with the bikini and ropes she wore, rendering her immobile. The man's fingers carefully adjusted the mask's edges, ensuring it completely covered her mouth and part of her chin. With his other hand, he grasped the other end of the mask, gently bringing it around her head to secure it firmly in place. The temperature inside the car seemed to continue to drop, the air conditioning forming an invisible cage within the cabin. The man's fingers gently threaded through Lin Chutao's hair, ensuring the mask's straps wouldn't tangle in her strands. He meticulously adjusted every inch of the fabric, making it fit snugly against her face without causing discomfort. His movements conveyed an unsettling focus, as if he were applying the final touches to a fragile work of art. The man's breath condensed into frost on the car window, while Lin Chutao could only wait for her unknown fate in this cold cabin, her whimpers echoing in the darkness, becoming the most heart-wrenching background noise of this chilly afternoon; becoming the most vulnerable pawn in this game. Viewed from outside the car, Lin Chutao, bathed in the external light, appeared like a sleeping phantom. She was draped in a black coat, its collar pulled high, completely concealing her neck. The black mask covered the lower half of her face, leaving only the slightly rising nostrils to hint at her breath, still tethered to life. The mask completely concealed Lin Chutao's mouth, the gag entirely enveloped by the black fabric, leaving only a blurred outline. The black blindfold covering her eyes complemented the mask; were it not for the occasional tremor of her eyelids, no one would suspect the fear within her. Her hair was neatly pinned up on her head with a white headband, the smooth strands falling onto her shoulders, shimmering faintly under the dim car lights, like two blooming white lotuses.