The Asylum's Director of Restraints

"Miss Su, you have severe nervous tension and somatization symptoms," he said, putting on his glasses, his tone professional. "Modern medicine has proven that appropriate physical restraint can help the brain enter a state of deep relaxation, similar to the feeling of being swaddled in the womb. We call this 'shibari relaxation therapy,' an internationally cutting-edge auxiliary treatment. Many patients report it's effective after trying it." Su Wan'er frowned. "Restraint? You don't mean... tying me up, do you?" Lin Xuan nodded, his gaze sincere. "Yes, but not rough binding. It's an artistic rope technique. The ropes are soft, won't hurt your skin, and can be adjusted for tightness based on your reactions. The goal is to prevent you from moving erratically, allowing you to focus on your breathing and inner peace. Rest assured, I am a professional, and I will check your blood circulation at every step." She hesitated for a long time, but finally, under Lin Xuan's authority and the guarantee of "just try it for one night," she nodded. She was too tired, and her family was urging her. Perhaps trying it wouldn't hurt. After the treatment room door was locked, there were only the two of them inside. The room was soundproofed, the walls a light beige, and in the center was the specially made treatment bed, with a small table beside it, neatly laid out with ropes. "Miss Su, please sit on the edge of the bed with your hands behind your back," Lin Xuan's voice was low, with an irresistible gentleness. "The treatment begins now." Su Wan'er did as she was told, her heart inexplicably accelerating. Lin Xuan stood behind her and picked up the first hemp rope. The rope was cool and carried a faint scent of grass and wood. He first tied a single column tie on her wrists, threaded the end through the loop, tightened it, and then wrapped it a second and third time. The rope rubbed against her skin, making a faint "shasha" sound. He checked the tightness – just right, leaving shallow marks but not cutting off circulation. "How does that feel?" he asked. "A little tight... but it's okay." Su Wan'er's voice trembled. "That's normal. Continue." He pulled her hands upward, wrapping the rope around her upper arms, crossing it below her shoulder blades to form a secure behind-the-back tie. With each wrap, he inserted his fingers to check, ensuring it wasn't too tight. Then he brought the rope ends to the front, wrapped it once below her chest, crossed it upward again, forming a simple chest harness. The rope passed under her collarbones, looped under her breasts, and was tied at the back. The rope dug into her soft flesh, outlining a perfect curve, slightly lifting her breasts, making her chest rise and fall more noticeably with each breath. Su Wan'er looked down, her face instantly flushing. "This... this is too much..." "Beautiful, isn't it?" Lin Xuan's voice held suppressed excitement. "The lines the rope creates are like the most exquisite artwork. Relax, feel how it envelops you. Every inch of tension is helping you release stress." He had her lie on her side on the bed and continued with her legs. The rope began to wrap from her upper thighs, winding down, tightening her thighs and calves, forming the beginnings of a leg tie. He then used another rope to connect above her knees and her ankles, creating a mild futomomo style. She tried to struggle, but the ropes tightened further, emitting a faint creaking sound. Her skin was marked with pink indentations, and her leg muscles were fixed, unable to separate. With each part he bound, Lin Xuan gently pressed with his palm, feeling the temperature and pulse beneath the rope. He explained in a low voice, "This is to prevent you from self-harming due to anxiety. The ropes will adjust their tension with your breathing and slight movements. The more you struggle, the more gently they embrace you." Su Wan'er gasped, her body involuntarily writhing. Fear, shame, and an indescribable, strange sensation mingled within her. She wanted to cry out, but her voice was choked and intermittent. "Director Lin... it's too tight... I can't stand it... let me go... this isn't treatment!" Lin Xuan looked at her heaving chest, her thighs fixed unable to close, her arms pulled taut behind her back, and an unprecedented sense of satisfaction surged within him. It was finally realized. Her body was the best canvas, the ropes his brush, each wrap fitting perfectly, each knot locking her freedom. "Just bear with it a little longer, the treatment requires a process." He secured the last few ropes, ensuring she couldn't untie any part of them herself. Then he covered her with a thin sheet, exposing only her reddened shoulders and face. "You will sleep here tonight. I will come in every few hours to check the ropes and your condition. Rest assured, I have already confirmed your blood circulation." Su Wan'er struggled a few times, but the ropes tightened further, and she could only let out faint moans. Lin Xuan stood by the bed, admiring his creation – a beautiful woman completely enveloped by ropes, like a living work of art. He turned off the main light, leaving only a dim bedside lamp, his voice gentle yet undeniably authoritative. "Rest well, Wan'er. We will continue the 'treatment' tomorrow. The ropes will help you sleep soundly." The door lock clicked shut. Su Wan'er lay alone on the bed, the ropes constricting her body, feeling the tension with every breath. She wanted to cry, to scream, but found her voice suppressed into formlessness. Fear washed over her like a tide – this wasn't some cutting-edge therapy, this was kidnapping! But it was too late. Lin Xuan returned to his office, pulled up the surveillance footage from the treatment room, and watched the stunning figure on the screen, immobilized by ropes. A satisfied smile curved his lips. The first step was successful. Next, there were many more "patients" to "treat." And Su Wan'er was just the beginning. Su Wan'er lay on a specially designed treatment bed, her body meticulously bound by Lin Xuan himself with layers of hemp and cotton ropes. Her hands were tied behind her back, the ropes coiled several times around her wrists and upper arms, forming an intricate rear bondage. Each slight struggle caused the knots to tighten further. A net of ropes across her chest acted like a delicate corset, lifting her full breasts, the cords digging into her skin and leaving alluring crimson marks. With every rise and fall of her breath, the ropes and flesh made a faint, clear creaking sound. Her legs were bound together, each thigh and calf wrapped multiple times, with auxiliary ropes connecting her ankles to her knees, creating a semi-suspended restraint. Her legs were completely unable to part, her entire body like a meticulously wrapped zongzi, utterly immobile. A thin blanket covered her, exposing only her shoulders and face, and beneath it lay a sense of utter powerlessness she had never experienced. "Let... let me go... this isn't treatment!" Su Wan'er whimpered softly, trying to struggle. The harder she tried, the tighter the ropes became, especially the crossed cords on her chest, each gasp bringing a strong sense of pressure. Her skin grew hot and itchy where the ropes dug in, a strange tingling spreading from the marks. She regretted it, why had she trusted this seemingly refined and professional院长 (dean/director)? Her family had said "rest and recuperate," and this was her state upon admission! In the monitoring room, Lin Xuan leaned back in his chair, the high-definition screen clearly showing her every subtle movement. He held a cup of coffee, a satisfied curve to his lips. The lines the ropes formed under the light were perfect—her waist was indirectly cinched, her long legs held straight yet taut, her hair scattered on the pillow, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly parted as she gasped, making his blood surge. "Wan'er, get used to it slowly. This is the first night, you'll come to love this feeling," he murmured, his voice deep. For years, he had fantasized about this scene countless times: a living, beautiful woman, completely controlled by his rope art. Not a cold, inanimate dummy, nor a coward who fled after a one-night stand, but a "patient" who belonged entirely to him. As the night deepened, Su Wan'er grew tired from struggling, her sweat making the ropes cling even tighter to her skin. She tried to pick at the knots with her fingers, but Lin Xuan's knots were extremely professional; the more she pulled, the tighter they became. She could only sob softly, her mind flashing with terrifying thoughts—would he kill her? Or something worse? At precisely two in the morning, Lin Xuan came for his "rounds." He changed into a white coat and pushed open the door, the room filled with the faint scent of rope herbs and her own body odor. He approached the bedside, lifted the blanket, and his gaze swept over her bound body without concealment. "Miss Su, how are you feeling? Are the ropes comfortable?" His voice was gentle, as if inquiring about an ordinary patient. Su Wan'er's eyes widened abruptly, her body instinctively writhing. "You lunatic! Untie me! I'm not sick, I want to leave! I'm calling the police!" Lin Xuan sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently traced the rope marks on her arm. The touch was warm, her pulse strong. "See, how agitated you are now. This is a manifestation of anxiety. The ropes help you calm down—they restrict your physical movements, allowing your mind to focus inward. Many patients request more ropes by the second night." He picked up a thin cotton rope prepared beside the bed, ignoring her protests, and began adjusting the net on her chest. The tension increased slightly, the ropes digging in a little deeper, making her curves even more pronounced. Su Wan'er gasped, her chest heaving more intensely. "Ah... too tight... it hurts..." "It doesn't hurt, it's just tight," Lin Xuan explained patiently, checking her circulation while continuing to reinforce her legs. He added two more rounds of new rope to the leg binding, connecting them to the fixed rings at the head of the bed, pressing her lower body completely against the mattress, unable to lift. "This way, you won't kick around, and your sleep quality will be better. Do you feel it? The ropes are like a gentle embrace; the more you struggle, the tighter it holds. This is the essence of Shibari therapy." Su Wan'er's face flushed crimson. The pressure of the ropes made her entire body sensitive, every inch of her skin reminding her of her current helplessness. Amidst the fear, a trace of an indescribable, strange warmth mixed in. She bit her lip, unwilling to let him see her reaction. "You... this is a crime! Kidnapping! Pervert!" Lin Xuan smiled, his fingers slowly moving up along the rope marks on her outer thigh, stopping at the intersection of the ropes. He whispered, "Crime? This is a hospital, and I am the director. You are a 'patient' who voluntarily admitted herself, it's clearly written in your medical record—severe anxiety with somatic symptoms, requiring long-term physical restraint therapy. Who would believe you? Outsiders would just say you are receiving advanced treatment." He took out another slightly shorter rope, looped it under her neck, and gently made a simple restraint that didn't choke her but limited her head movement, then connected it to the chest ropes. The entire process was slow and professional, as if completing a work of art. The moment the ropes tightened, Su Wan'er let out a soft whimper, her whole body tensing. "That's enough for tonight," Lin Xuan said, stepping back with satisfaction, admiring his masterpiece. The reinforced Su Wan'er could barely move, only able to twist her waist slightly, the ropes casting beautiful shadows under the light. "I will continue tomorrow. Perhaps add some mouth restraint to help you focus on your breathing. You will accept it slowly, Wan'er. The 'treatment' here is very effective." The morning sun streamed through the narrow windows high up in the treatment room, illuminating Su Wan'er's body, securely bound by ropes. Exhausted from a night of struggling and tightening, she was utterly spent. The ropes had left clear, pale red marks on her skin, especially the rope bra on her chest and the leg binding that kept her thighs together. Every breath felt like a reminder of her complete helplessness. Her hands were tied behind her back, her legs unable to separate, rendering her incapable of even turning over. She could only maintain this humiliating posture, fixed to the bed. When Lin Xuan entered, he was already wearing a clean white coat, carrying a small medical kit. He had barely slept the night before, and every twist and turn Su Wan'er made on the monitor had filled him with an unbearable excitement. Today, he decided to push the "treatment" a step further. "Miss Su, good morning. Did you sleep well last night?" Lin Xuan's voice was as gentle and professional as ever. He walked to the bedside, gently lifted the sheet, and his gaze greedily swept over the alluring curves outlined by the ropes. The rope marks looked particularly enticing in the morning light, and her skin, slightly sweaty, made the hemp ropes cling even tighter. Su Wan'er's eyes were red and swollen, filled with anger and fear. She struggled violently, the ropes creaking with friction. "You pervert! Let me go! I'm not sick... *whimper*... I want out!" Her voice was hoarse from a night of crying, but it still carried a sharp protest. Lin Xuan frowned, shaking his head with apparent concern. "Miss Su, you're still so agitated. Last night, I observed you trying to bite the ropes multiple times – although the ropes are strong, if you were to injure your tongue or lips, the consequences would be unimaginable. This is a serious risk of self-harm and must be addressed immediately." Su Wan'er's eyes widened, and she shook her head desperately. "I didn't! You tied me up so I couldn't move, that's why... Don't make excuses!" Lin Xuan sighed and took a stainless steel gag from the medical kit – a medical mouth prop with an adjustable ring structure, designed to force the mouth open without causing too much harm. He then took out a soft silicone ball gag and medical tape. "These are standard safety measures. In psychiatry, we often use oral restraints to protect patients with anxiety and potential self-harm tendencies. Don't worry, it won't hurt, it will just temporarily prevent you from biting or shouting loudly." "No... don't!" Su Wan'er turned her head in terror, trying to dodge, but her hands tied behind her back and her head secured allowed only minor struggles. The ropes tightened deeper with her movements, her chest heaving violently, emitting suppressed gasps. Lin Xuan gently but firmly held her chin with one hand. "Cooperate with me, Wan'er. This is for your own good. The first step of treatment is safety, and only then relaxation." He skillfully inserted the gag into her slightly open mouth, gently prying apart her upper and lower jaws. The cool metal sent a shiver through her entire body. Her mouth was forced into a round shape, unable to close. Then, he placed the silicone ball gag into her mouth. The ball perfectly filled her oral cavity, pressing down on her tongue, leaving her only able to emit muffled "mmph" sounds. "Very good, much safer now." Lin Xuan satisfiedly adjusted the straps of the gag, looping them around the back of her head and fastening them securely. He then applied two more layers of wide medical tape around the outside of her mouth to ensure the ball gag wouldn't come loose. Having finished, he stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Su Wan'er's cheeks flushed red, and saliva uncontrollably spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin. She desperately tried to speak, but could only manage muffled whimpers: "Mmph... mmph! ... Let... mmph!" The powerlessness of having her mouth completely sealed was more devastating than the ropes. Her mouth was forcibly held open, her tongue pressed down by the ball gag, making swallowing impossible. Saliva constantly flowed out, bringing with it intense shame. Tears welled in her eyes, and her body thrashed violently within the ropes. The ropes on her chest tightened further, leaving deeper marks. Lin Xuan sat on the edge of the bed, gently wiping the saliva from her lips with a tissue, his fingers tracing her cheek. "See, you're much quieter now. This is the benefit of the gag – it prevents you from self-harming and helps you enter a 'meditative state' more effectively. Many patients experience a drop in anxiety levels by over 30% after being gagged. Because they can no longer express negative emotions verbally, they can only focus on their bodies and breathing." As he spoke, he checked the ropes all over her body. The tension was just right. He added another loop of rope to the rope bra, making the pressure more pronounced. His fingers occasionally brushed over sensitive rope marks, causing Su Wan'er's body to tremble involuntarily, emitting more rapid "mmph" sounds. "Do you feel it? The ropes are so tight, yet so gentle. They are embracing you." Lin Xuan's voice was low, with a hint of obsession. "Your body's reactions are very honest, Wan'er. I watched the monitors last night; you showed signs of relaxation even while struggling. Today, we will continue to deepen the treatment – this afternoon, I will attempt a more complex Kanamori-style Shibari, wrapping your upper body completely, like a rope garment. Combined with the gag, you will find yourself more peaceful than ever before." Su Wan'er shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face. She wanted to curse him, to beg for mercy, but could only emit broken, muffled groans. The gag made her mouth ache, and saliva continued to flow, trickling down her neck and into the ropes, making the hemp wetter and clingier. Shame, fear, and a strange sense of numb surrender intertwined, leaving her mind in chaos. Lin Xuan stood up, adjusted the angle of the monitor by the bedside to capture her every expression. "I'm going to prepare lunch and the tools for this afternoon. You just 'rest' well. Remember, the more relaxed you are, the better the treatment results. Once you've gotten used to the gag, we can try suspension assistance – gently lifting you with the ropes. That feeling of weightlessness combined with restraint will make you completely forget the outside world." He walked to the door, looking back at the beautiful figure on the bed, completely bound by ropes and gagged, only able to emit muffled whimpers. His sense of satisfaction reached its peak. "Su Wan'er, you are my first perfect patient. Soon, there will be more sisters joining you here." The lock clicked shut again. Su Wan'er was left alone in the treatment room, her mouth forced open by the gag, her whimpers muffled by the ball gag, and the ropes tightening around her body, forming her new reality. She didn't know how long this would last, but she had a vague realization – Lin Xuan's "treatment" plan was just reaching its climax. And she was already deeply ensnared, with no escape. During the examination, Lin Xuan deliberately slowed his movements, carefully observing the curves of her figure—her waist was slender and soft, her legs were flawlessly shaped, her skin was as fair and delicate as porcelain, and her breasts were full yet elegant, perfectly suited for various forms of restraint. As he took her blood pressure and listened to her heart, he mentally planned his next "treatment." "Miss Li, your depression is accompanied by severe anxiety and a potential risk of self-harm. Protective measures are necessary. Our hospital has a unique physical restraint therapy that effectively protects patients while helping their nervous systems relax deeply." Li Mengyao instinctively took a step back, her voice rising several octaves. "Physical restraint? What does that mean? I don't want any strange treatments!" Lin Xuan didn't answer directly. Instead, he took out a specially made medical straitjacket from a cabinet. It was a long-sleeved straitjacket made of high-strength, soft canvas material, entirely white, with multiple reinforced straps on the back. The sleeves were particularly long, designed to fold the arms back and secure them behind the body. Wide straps across the chest and abdomen ensured the upper body was completely and snugly enclosed. He unfolded the straitjacket, its fabric emitting a faint scent of disinfectant under the light. "This is standard psychiatric protective equipment, designed to prevent patients from harming themselves or others unintentionally. Wearing it will make you feel an unprecedented sense of security, as if you're being held tightly in a gentle yet firm embrace, free from any anxious impulses." Li Mengyao looked at the straitjacket, which appeared bulky yet exuded an oppressive aura. Her face instantly turned pale, and she shook her head desperately. "I'm not wearing this! It's absurd. I'm not a severely mentally ill patient. I refuse!" But Lin Xuan was prepared for everything. During his earlier "routine check," he had administered a mild sedative, which was now taking effect. Li Mengyao's body felt limp and weak, her limbs heavy. Although her consciousness was clear, she couldn't muster a strong resistance. Two nurses stepped forward to assist, and Lin Xuan personally began to put the straitjacket on her, the entire process slow and meticulous, as if he were completing a work of art. He first had her remove her coat, leaving her in her undergarments. Then, he slipped the straitjacket over her head. The thick canvas immediately pressed against her smooth, delicate skin, bringing a heavy and unfamiliar sense of enclosure. Lin Xuan's movements were practiced and strong as he pulled her arms behind her, threaded them through the long sleeves, folded them back, and crossed them behind her back to secure them. As the first wide strap was fastened, Li Mengyao's body trembled violently, and she let out a suppressed whimper. "Mmm... it's too tight... my arms... I can't move them at all... it's so uncomfortable..." "This is normal, Mengyao. Just bear with it for a moment. You'll come to like this feeling of being securely protected once you get used to it," Lin Xuan whispered soothingly, his fingers continuing to tighten the second, third, and fourth straps. The straitjacket completely encased her upper body, pressing her breasts firmly against the thick fabric and keeping her waist and abdomen rigidly straight, unable to bend. The straps behind her back layered one upon another, tightening with each buckle, binding her arms securely behind her in a position akin to a hogtie, but more comprehensive and harder to escape than simple ropes. The canvas rubbed against her skin, emitting a faint rustling sound. With each tightening strap, she felt a persistent and uniform pressure. Li Mengyao tried to struggle, her arms twisting futilely within the long sleeves, only causing the straitjacket's fabric to dig deeper into her body. She felt her chest constricting, making her breathing shallow, and a dull ache spread through her shoulders and arms, which were held fast. "Let me go... I don't want this... Woo... what kind of treatment is this..." Lin Xuan didn't stop. He added matching leg restraints to her legs, binding them together and securing them to an extension of the straitjacket's hem, creating a half-body restraint. She was now almost completely unable to move on her own, relying on the nurses to help her stand. The white canvas of the straitjacket clung to her body's curves, accentuating her naturally cool and elegant figure, making the swell of her breasts and the slenderness of her waist appear even more pronounced under the constriction. "Miss Li, how do you feel? This comprehensive restraint will allow you to relax completely, free from any external pressures or internal impulses." Lin Xuan stood before her, admiring his handiwork. He reached out and gently pressed the fabric over her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her skin and her feeble struggles beneath. "Many patients sleep very soundly on their first night after wearing this. I'll arrange further treatment for you this afternoon, perhaps combined with some soft rope assistance to double the relaxation effect. You'll adapt slowly, Mengyao. Everything here is for your own good." Li Mengyao's eyes were filled with tears and profound fear. Her lips parted slightly, as if to cry out for mercy, but the effects of the medication and her extreme shock only allowed her to emit faint gasps and whimpers. The utter helplessness of her arms bound behind her, the heavy pressure of the canvas enveloping her body, made her truly understand her situation for the first time—she was now a prisoner in this outwardly pristine yet secretly bizarre hospital. Lin Xuan had the nurses escort Li Mengyao to another specially equipped treatment room, also fitted with monitoring and restraint devices. He returned to his own control room, simultaneously bringing up live feeds of Su Wan'er and Li Mengyao. Two beauties with vastly different temperaments, one completely immobilized by ropes and a gag, the other entirely encased in a straitjacket and unable to care for herself, alternated on the screen, filling him with a powerful sense of satisfaction and excitement. "Perfect..." Lin Xuan murmured, leaning back in his chair, his gaze burning. "Su Wan'er has adapted to the tightness of the ropes, and Li Mengyao will soon love the embrace of the straitjacket. In the next phase, I can try combining their treatments. Ropes and a straitjacket... the thought alone is thrilling." Meanwhile, in her own room, Su Wan'er faintly heard footsteps and hushed voices in the corridor. She struggled harder, whimpering, the ropes digging deeper, saliva dripping continuously. She didn't know that the new "sister" was about to face the same fate. And Lin Xuan's ambition, in this isolated psychiatric hospital, was quietly expanding, growing larger and more voracious. "You... you dare hit me! You perverted bastard!" Li Mengyao shouted, her voice trembling, her eyes blazing with anger. Lin Xuan's gaze instantly turned cold and dangerous. He grabbed her chin, squeezing tightly, and pushed her face back into the pillow, his body pressing down on hers. "Disobedient? You dare bite me? It seems you need more stringent, more thorough corrective education." His voice was low, yet filled with suppressed excitement. He pressed the call button by the bed, summoning two loyal nurses to assist, while he retrieved more tools from the nearby medical kit, his movements practiced and filled with a desire for control. With the nurses' help, Lin Xuan pinned Li Mengyao's body completely to the bed. First, he reinforced every strap of the straitjacket. He pulled the wide straps on her back taut, allowing the thick canvas to dig deeper and tighter into the soft curves of her body. Her chest was compressed to the point of barely being able to breathe normally, and her waist and abdomen were fixed so rigidly straight that they couldn't bend even slightly. Then, he took out several pre-prepared soft yet extremely resilient ropes and wrapped them around the straitjacket for additional reinforcement – the arm sections were secured even more tightly with crisscrossed ropes, and auxiliary ropes were added to the shoulders and chest, making her entire upper body immobile, as if encased in multiple layers of iron netting. Her legs were also bound together tightly with ropes, wrapped from the base of her thighs all the way to her ankles. Each loop was pulled extremely tight, the ropes digging deeply into her skin, leaving clear pink marks. Li Mengyao cried out in pain, struggling violently, but only managed to make the ropes and straitjacket dig in deeper. "Ah... it hurts so much... Let go! I was wrong... I'll never dare again... Please..." Lin Xuan completely ignored her pleas and continued to reinforce. He even added a few connecting loops around her waist and hips, completely securing her lower body to the bed. "That slap just now was a small warning. You need to remember, here, I am the absolute master. If you disobey, I will make you taste even more painful consequences." After completing the rope reinforcement, Lin Xuan picked up an oversized silicone gag from the box – its diameter was a full 6 centimeters, its surface smooth but its volume astonishing, far exceeding that of a normal gag, capable of completely filling the mouth. "Since you like using your teeth so much, I'll give you a better one. This oversized gag will completely block your mouth, so you can't bite or scream anymore." Li Mengyao shook her head desperately in terror, tears streaming down her face. "No... don't... I'm really sorry...呜呜... Please..." Lin Xuan pinched her chin, forcibly prying her mouth open to its limit, and shoved the massive gag in. The gag almost completely filled her oral cavity, pressing her tongue down firmly. She could only emit the faintest, most suppressed "呜呜" groans. Lin Xuan carefully adjusted the straps, fastening them securely behind her head, and then used several layers of wide medical tape to wrap around the outside of her mouth, ensuring the gag would absolutely not come loose. "Now it's finally quiet." Lin Xuan looked at her disheveled appearance, her mouth bulging from the oversized gag, saliva uncontrollably spilling from the corners of her lips. He patted her swollen cheek with satisfaction. "Miss Li, you need to adapt. Once your mouth is gagged, you can only express your submission with your body. Tomorrow, I will continue your 'treatment,' perhaps combining the ropes, the straitjacket, and more. You will slowly learn... learn completely." Li Mengyao's tears continued to flow, her cheeks burning with pain. Her mouth ached and felt like it would split from being stretched by the enormous gag. The pressure from the straitjacket and the additional ropes made it almost impossible for her to breathe. The humiliation of the slap, the powerlessness of her body being completely restrained, and the suffocating sensation of her mouth being completely blocked, caused her to completely break down. She regretted it deeply. Why had she impulsively resisted? Now, she had become a complete prisoner, unable to even utter a plea for mercy. Lin Xuan had the nurses leave and sat by the bed, continuing to admire her. He reached out and pressed her body through the straitjacket and ropes, whispering threats in her ear, "Feel all of this. If you continue to be good, I can make you suffer less. But if you dare to resist again... I have a hundred ways to make you regret being born. No one will believe you, and no one will come to save you. This is my kingdom." Before he stood up to leave, he meticulously checked all the restraints and knots again, ensuring that nothing was loose. The moment the door locked, Li Mengyao let out a suppressed sob, trembling helplessly on the bed, her tears soaking the pillow. In the monitoring room, Lin Xuan watched the feeds of Su Wan'er and Li Mengyao simultaneously. One was pinned down by ropes and an inflatable plug, her chest high but immobile; the other was completely gagged by a straitjacket, ropes, and an oversized gag. He leaned back in his chair, the smile on his lips deepening, a pathological excitement flashing in his eyes. "Both are so perfect... Soon, I can 'treat' them at the same time." The night in the hospital had just begun, and Lin Xuan's desires, like the darkness, were growing ever more intense. Chapter 12: The Police Flower's Forced "Oral Treatment," The Arrogant Female Officer Humiliatingly Takes the Dean's Member into Her Mouth! After Su Wan'er's "comforting treatment" concluded, Lin Xuan's gaze turned to the woman who had stubbornly refused to yield – Chen Xue. After a day of unconsciousness, Chen Xue had been moved to the dean's underground secret chamber. This place was even more secluded than the upstairs bedroom. In the center was a specially made "treatment chair": its backrest could be adjusted to various angles, and its armrests and legs were equipped with metal restraints. Most peculiar was the head section – a U-shaped groove with leather headbands on either side, capable of completely immobilizing a person's head. Chen Xue had been bound to this chair for two hours. Her police-issue underwear had been replaced with a custom-made "treatment suit" – in reality, a net made of countless fine cords that enveloped her body, with each mesh hole precisely positioned to constrict her sensitive areas. Her hands were bound behind the chair back, wrists crossed, with the ropes also wrapped and secured at her elbows. Her legs were spread and tied to the sides of the chair legs, knees bent, with leather straps restraining her ankles and the roots of her thighs. Her waist was firmly secured to the chair back, preventing her from leaning forward or backward. "Officer Chen, how did you feel about the electroshock treatment last night?" Lin Xuan entered the secret chamber, holding a tray laden with various "oral treatment tools." Chen Xue glared at him, her lips cracked from dehydration. "You pervert… If you have the guts, kill me…" "Kill you? Too wasteful." Lin Xuan walked up to her and lifted her chin with his finger. "Your mouth is so stubborn, so good at talking. Today, I'm going to teach you another way to use it – a 'deep oral cleaning treatment'." He pressed a button on the side of the chair, and the backrest slowly reclined until it was at a forty-five-degree angle to the floor. Chen Xue's body was forced to tilt, her head positioned perfectly in the U-shaped groove. Lin Xuan took out the headbands and firmly secured her forehead and chin, leaving her staring directly at the ceiling with her mouth naturally slightly open. "First, we need to open the mouth." He took a metal mouth gag from the tray – more professional than the previous police whistle gag, with a screw adjustment mechanism. He pinched Chen Xue's nose, and the moment she was forced to gasp for air, he inserted the gag into her mouth and turned the screw, forcing her mouth open to its maximum. "Mmm… Mmm mmm!" Chen Xue's mouth was forcibly stretched into an 'O' shape, saliva immediately spilling from the corners of her lips. She couldn't swallow, couldn't close her mouth, and her tongue was exposed to the air. "Excellent, now for the 'insertion treatment'." Lin Xuan unbuckled his belt, revealing his already erect desire. "Officer Chen, haven't you always wanted to know what I did to those women? Today, you'll experience it firsthand." He walked to the front of the chair, placing his hands on Chen Xue's headbands, and aimed his member at her forcibly opened lips. "No… Woo woo…" Chen Xue desperately shook her head, but was firmly held by the headbands, only able to watch as the unsightly organ approached. "Take it in." Lin Xuan thrust forward forcefully, his member forcibly squeezing into her mouth. "Mmm mmm mmm—!" Chen Xue's throat emitted a pained whimper. Her mouth was fixed open by the gag, unable to close, forced to accommodate his invasion. His size was too great; her mouth was packed full, her tongue pressed down, unable to escape the scorching sensation. "This is the first step of 'oral treatment'." Lin Xuan began to move slowly back and forth, his hands holding her head steady. "You need to learn to serve with your tongue, learn to control the contractions of your throat. If your teeth touch me, I'll electroshock you for ten seconds." He withdrew slightly, allowing Chen Xue to gasp for air, then thrust deeply again, until he touched the back of her throat. Chen Xue gagged violently, tears welling up from the corners of her eyes. Her body thrashed wildly on the chair, only causing the net suit to constrict tighter. "Take her to the 'Intake Room' for admission examination," Lin Xuan adjusted his white coat. "Under Level One monitoring." The Intake Room was the deepest chamber in the hospital, dedicated to the admission processing of "new patients." Bai Wei was strapped to a specialized examination bed, her limbs secured with leather restraints, her head fixed in a headrest. The sedative left her disoriented but not completely unconscious. "First, we need to remove these cumbersome professional clothes." Lin Xuan personally began, unbuttoning her suit jacket to reveal a white shirt and a black lace bra. His fingers traced her firm abdomen. "Lawyers really have different bodies. The muscle definition is beautiful, but too tense. It needs to relax." He cut open her shirt, tossing the pieces aside, then unfastened her skirt, exposing black stockings and lace panties. "No..." Bai Wei struggled weakly, unable to move even her fingers. "Next, 'self-harm prevention restraints'." Lin Xuan retrieved a standard set of "Level One monitoring restraints" from a cabinet – a legal medical device used to "protect patients with self-harm tendencies." He first fastened leather wrist restraints, padded on the inside but with a special lock that couldn't be opened by the wearer once secured. Her ankles were similarly restrained, then connected by short chains to fixed rings at the foot of the bed, preventing her legs from closing. A wide leather belt encircled her waist, securing her to the bed to prevent her from sitting up. Finally, a neck brace was applied, immobilizing her head so she could only stare at the ceiling. "This is a legal admission procedure," Lin Xuan explained as he fastened the restraints. "According to regulations, patients with violent tendencies must undergo seventy-two hours of monitoring before admission. During this period, you will be continuously restrained, unable to move freely or contact the outside world, until we confirm you are 'safe'." Bai Wei closed her eyes in despair. As a lawyer, she knew these procedures were "legal" on paper – restraints could be used if a doctor deemed a patient dangerous, and forced admission was possible with family consent. And she was now a victim of these "legal" clauses. "Finally, 'sedation therapy'." Lin Xuan produced a large medical gag, a device specifically designed "to prevent patients from biting their tongues and self-harming." "With this in place, you won't be able to speak, scream, or call for help. If you experience any discomfort, please signal with your eyes." He forcibly inserted the gag into Bai Wei's mouth, tightening the straps behind her head. It was too large, forcing her mouth into a round O, pressing her tongue down so she could only emit muffled "wooo" sounds instead of clear syllables. "Perfect." Lin Xuan stepped back to admire his work. "You are now officially a patient of this hospital. Your medical records indicate severe paranoid delusions, so anything you say will be treated as pathological hallucinations, and no one will believe you. Your phone, ID, all your possessions are being held by the hospital. Legally, you are now a mentally incapacitated individual, and I am your legal guardian." He leaned in, his finger lightly stroking her cheek, slightly distended by the gag. "After seventy-two hours, we will conduct an 'evaluation'. If the assessment shows you are 'severely ill', the treatment period will be extended to three months, six months, or even indefinitely. And during treatment, you will undergo various 'legal' therapies – electroshock, restraints, isolation, until you 'recover', or... until you become my permanent collection." Tears streamed from the corners of Bai Wei's eyes, flowing into her temples. She finally understood that this psychiatric hospital was not a medical institution, but a private prison built on legal loopholes. And she, a lawyer who tried to expose the darkness, had now become the most ironic prisoner. Lin Xuan exited the Intake Room, locking the triple iron doors. On the corridor's surveillance screen, Bai Wei's restrained figure was clearly visible – the once spirited lawyer, who had sparred verbally in court, was now just a legally kidnapped, naked prisoner unable to resist. "Another one," Lin Xuan stamped "Admitted" on the medical record. "The fourth. When Chen Xue is out, that makes five."