One picture, one kidnapping case.

In May 2022, a kidnapping case occurred in M City, S Province. Due to its occurrence on the night of May 15th, it was defined as the "5·15" kidnapping case. This case was successfully solved in less than 4 hours, with the victim Liu Xiaolin safely rescued and suspects Liu Wenjin, Si Jun, and Bai Fanbin apprehended, becoming a typical case in the city for 2022. The following is the initial interrogation material from the police station after the victim Liu Xiaolin was rescued. Victim Liu Xiaolin's statement: My name is Liu Xiaolin, I am 27 years old, and I am from the Development Zone of this city. After graduating from university, I started working at the Municipal Electric Power Group. This is my fifth year working there, and my current position is Deputy Section Chief of the Administrative Management Section in the Group's Comprehensive Department. I was kidnapped by them (the kidnappers) on the evening of May 15th (Friday), and rescued by you from these kidnappers in the early morning of May 16th. Thank you so much! During the more than 3 hours I was kidnapped, I was repeatedly subjected to death threats, verbal humiliation, and physical molestation by them (the kidnappers). In the end, I was almost [X]ed by them. I am still trembling with fear. On the night I was kidnapped, because it was Friday, I left work much later than usual, around 9 PM. This has become a habit since I became Deputy Section Chief of the Administrative Management Section in the Group's Comprehensive Department; I always work a bit longer on Friday afternoons until my tasks are completed. This is because my section provides direct secretarial services to the company's top executive, so I need to arrange the details of the following week's work in advance. My residence is not far from my workplace, in the family compound of the nearby Petrochemical Company, only about four or five intersections away, a little over 1 kilometer. Moreover, the weather in May at night is not as hot as in the summer. If there were no severe weather like rain or strong winds, I have been walking home for the past two weeks, considering it as exercise and a way to lose weight. Two months ago, after breaking up with my boyfriend, I rented a small two-bedroom, one-living room apartment with my single female colleague, Li Yan, through a real estate agency. Recently, Li Yan's grandmother fell ill and was hospitalized, so she took a month's leave from the company three days ago to accompany and care for her. I have been living alone for the past few days. Because senior provincial group leaders were visiting our group for research this afternoon, and I needed to accompany them, I was wearing a black floral knee-length dress, nude pantyhose, and black pointed-toe stiletto heels with a 5 cm heel. I don't usually wear high heels, and since today's were pointed-toe stilettos, they were not very comfortable, so I walked slowly after work. As I reached the second to last intersection, entering the alley near my residential complex, I noticed a van parked on the roadside with renovation advertisements plastered on its side. I didn't pay much attention at first, but when I reached the van's level, the door suddenly opened, and two people rushed out. Before I could even struggle, one of them wrapped an arm around my neck, covered my mouth with one hand, and the other person grabbed my waist and dragged me directly into the van. After being dragged into the second row of the van, I heard the person with their arm around my neck shout to the person in the driver's seat, "Drive quickly!" That's when I realized there were three of them. Before I could react or call for help, the two of them squeezed me between the seats. The person who had just grabbed my waist and pushed me in held a gleaming dagger to my throat, telling me to behave and not to scream, or they would stab me to death. Before I could even respond, they put a black blindfold on me and taped my mouth shut. Then they pressed down on my shoulders, forcing me to bend over, twisted my arms behind my back, and tied them tightly with a rope. Because the rope was painfully tight, I instinctively struggled for a moment, and my back was hit hard with a punch, so I dared not move again. After tying my hands, they pulled my legs onto their laps and bound my ankles and knees tightly with rope. After tying my legs, they used another rope to connect my bound hands and feet together. It was extremely uncomfortable, and I was sandwiched between them, forced to maintain a position of lying on their laps, head down, feet raised. I felt my high heels being removed, and my stocking-clad feet were touched and kissed. Hands reached inside my bra and squeezed my breasts painfully. I heard them discussing my shoe size and bust measurements while molesting me, but I dared not struggle, only able to whimper uncontrollably. **Featured "Goods" Introduction:** Dong Guifang, 48 years old, 167cm tall, 55kg, housewife. Her husband is a businessman who travels frequently, earning a substantial income. She has lived with her son, An Zai (alias), for many years. Her daily life is comfortable, and she enjoys wearing high heels, stockings, and tight jeans (mostly black). Her hobbies include shopping, beauty treatments, yoga, and fitness. **Case Record:** On the evening of June 10th, at 18:36, the SM Province KB City Alarm Center received a report. The caller claimed that upon returning home, he found his mother had been robbed and bound to the bed with tape. After confirming the location details with the caller and instructing them to preserve the scene, the MY Street Police Station in the DZ District, located near the incident, quickly dispatched officers. The crime scene was located at Unit 1, Building 3, Apartment 601 in Shuiyuan Residential Area, a prime location in the city center. Shuiyuan Residential Area is one of KB City's earlier high-end developments, featuring large flats and duplexes. This incident occurred in a top-floor duplex. The reporting party, An Zai, returned home after playing basketball with friends. Upon unlocking the door, he found the house in disarray, clearly ransacked for valuables. He called out for his mother, Dong Guifang, but received no response. He proceeded upstairs to investigate further. As An Zai reached the landing of the second-floor staircase, he heard struggling sounds and faint female cries coming from his mother's bedroom. He rushed over and pushed open the slightly ajar door. He discovered a woman bound tightly from head to toe with yellow packing tape. She wore a black hood over her head, her mouth gagged, and her thighs were secured with tape to a vibrating sex toy, positioned directly against her sensitive erogenous zone. According to An Zai, he stood frozen for nearly a minute, his mind blank, upon seeing this scene. When he finally reacted, he approached the bed. Based on the bound woman's physique and clothing, he identified her as his mother, Dong Guifang, and immediately called the police. After being calmed by the dispatcher, An Zai gradually regained composure and described the scene, providing the exact location. Remarkably, under the dispatcher's guidance, and ensuring his mother was not in immediate mortal danger, An Zai did not attempt to remove the tape himself. When the officers arrived, the scene remained as An Zai had found it, even the sex toy stimulating his mother's [REDACTED] was still active. This maximally preserved the crime scene, playing a crucial role in the subsequent collection of evidence such as footprints and fingerprints. Upon arrival, two male officers carefully moved the victim, Dong Guifang, still bound, to an adjacent bedroom. Two female officers were then assigned to remove her restraints and take a preliminary statement. Dong Guifang was completely wrapped in yellow packing tape. Her hands were bound behind her back, her arms secured to her body with tape. Two bands of tape, each with over ten wraps, encircled her chest. Her lower body, from thighs to calves and ankles, was bound in the same manner. Even the black high heels she wore were tightly taped together, leaving Dong Guifang no room to struggle. In addition, a black blindfold covered her head, and her mouth was stuffed with a black gag (containing a realistic dildo that filled her mouth and pressed against her throat). Name: Chen Xi, Age: 18 (adult), Height: 164 cm, Weight: 55 kg. This summer was exceptionally hot, but for Chen Xi, a high school senior who had achieved excellent exam results, it felt refreshingly cool. The carefree summer vacation, the anticipation of her desired university's admission letter, and impromptu gatherings with friends to revel in youth made this summer vibrant and colorful. However, darkness always lurks in the shadow of sunlight, and the shadow behind this particular ray of sunshine fell upon an innocent young girl, Chen Xi. This day marked the very first day after her 18th birthday. "Xi Xi, your father and I are heading to work. I didn't make breakfast for you this morning. Don't forget to find something to eat when you wake up. There's leftover birthday cake with cream on the table from yesterday. If you don't want leftovers, just order takeout on your phone..." "Okay, okay, I got it. I slept late last night and was finally looking forward to catching up on sleep during this break. You two go to work, don't bother me! And my dear Deputy General Manager father, don't forget to send your darling daughter a big red envelope on WeChat. I've arranged to go sing karaoke with my classmates this afternoon..." At 7:40 AM, in apartment 201, unit 3, building 4 of the SM City Construction Company's staff housing complex, a familiar conversation unfolded on this summer morning. This exchange initiated the busy and regular rhythm of a typical day for this ordinary family. But for the family's only daughter, Chen Xi, it was the beginning of a lifelong nightmare. The complex where Chen Xi lived, the SM City Construction Company's staff housing, was undoubtedly considered an old residential area by 2023. Although in the 1980s, these newly built housing complexes were the city's earliest affluent neighborhoods and symbols of stable employment, China's development has been incredibly rapid. In just over 30 years, these first-generation residential buildings were overshadowed by modern skyscrapers. However, not all of them suffered the fate of early commercial developments that seemed destined to become "pigeon cages for the poor." The Construction Company's staff housing, where Chen Xi lived, was built early, but since the company itself was in construction, the planning and standards were meticulous. Moreover, some apartments belonged to high-ranking officials. Therefore, even by today's standards, the layouts were not entirely outdated. Coupled with smaller common areas, the close-knit atmosphere of neighbors in adjacent units, and its prime location in a bustling district, it truly stood out from ordinary complexes. Chen Xi's family purchased apartment 201, unit 3, building 4, a spacious 140-square-meter four-bedroom, two-living-room unit at an internal price, which was considered a luxurious residence in that era. "Sigh, with them arguing like this, I can't sleep a wink. I might as well get up." After her parents left, Chen Xi reluctantly sat up in her small bed, yawning and stretching. Her face, still retaining the youthful plumpness of her teenage years, clearly showed her lingering sleepiness. Her score of 640, a full 30 points above the previous year's cutoff for her dream university and major – the TJ program at the DZ College of KB University – had filled Chen Xi with an unparalleled sense of contentment since she checked her results. She was already envisioning herself pursuing advanced studies at this prestigious institution, strolling through the beautiful campus of KB University, and actively participating in every club that piqued her interest. With a light heart and pleasant fantasies, Chen Xi completed her morning routine and got dressed. She wore a white, semi-sheer long-sleeved top with a blue and white striped navy-style ribbon tied at the neckline. Her lower half was clad in blue, cropped, tight-fitting flared jeans. On her feet, she wore white cotton socks with two red stripes around the ankles. After getting ready, she slipped on her pink cartoon slippers and headed to the living room to eat the leftover birthday cake from yesterday. However, the greasy cream was evidently not to the taste of this adolescent girl in the morning. Chen Xi merely poked at the cake with a plastic fork and knife, shoving a few bites into her mouth before stopping to wipe her lips and yawning again. Since the gathering was in the afternoon and drowsiness was creeping back, she decided to go back to sleep in her parents' larger bed. With this thought, Chen Xi walked into her parents' master bedroom, kicked off her slippers, and flopped directly onto the bed. Before long, faint snores could be heard. A cold sweat broke out on Tian Ying as he looked at the girl before him, limp as a dead dog. He first tested her breathing with his finger, and as he could still feel a faint breath, his heart slowly calmed down. He only wanted money, not to kill anyone. But he was a thief, not a knife-wielding robber or a rope-wielding kidnapper. Now that there was a living person, he had to use his professional skills to improvise and restrain her to avoid trouble. Tian Ying glanced up and saw two flesh-colored thigh-high stockings drying on the bedroom balcony, and next to the washing machine, in a basket, were two gray thigh-high stockings prepared by Chen Xi's mother to be washed. The four stockings in Tian Ying's hands became the most readily available ropes to bind Chen Xi. Perhaps Chen Xi's mother would never have imagined that her thigh-high stockings would end up on her precious daughter in this manner. Tian Ying used one flesh-colored thigh-high stocking to tie Chen Xi's hands behind her back, another flesh-colored thigh-high stocking to tightly bind Chen Xi's ankles, which were clad in white socks, and then used a gray thigh-high stocking to firmly connect the stockings at her wrists and ankles, forming a practical and simple "horse-flogging" bind. Although the thigh-high stockings had some elasticity, under Tian Ying's forceful improvisation, Chen Xi was transformed into a piece of meat with unmovable limbs, placed by Tian Ying in a prone position on the bed, her two white-socked feet翘起 high, obediently maintaining the "horse-flogging" posture. After completing all this, seeing that he still had one gray thigh-high stocking left, Tian Ying naturally wanted to make full use of it. The mother's original stockings were stuffed into the daughter's mouth. However, the volume of a single thigh-high stocking was too limited to completely serve as a gag. To prevent Chen Xi from spitting out the "Mommy's brand" original stockings in her mouth, Tian Ying rummaged through the drawers of the living room TV cabinet and found a roll of black waterproof tape. As the stockings were pulled up to her thighs, Tian Ying deliberately positioned her crotch over Chen Xi's soaked, wet cunt. The thin fibers of the stockings were almost transparent, clearly revealing the outline of her dark pubic hair and delicate pink labia. He didn't pull the stockings up completely just yet, instead using his fingers through the nylon to gently press and circle Chen Xi's clitoris. Chen Xi, blindfolded with a black cloth and her mouth stuffed full with a red gag, could only emit muffled moans of "Mmmph... mmmph...", yet her body trembled honestly, her stocking-clad thighs unconsciously pressing together. "So wet already? Little slut, why is your flow even heavier now that you're wearing Mommy's stockings?" Tian Ying chuckled lewdly, finally pulling the flesh-colored pantyhose all the way up, snugly encasing Chen Xi's waist and hips. He roughly tore a large opening in the crotch of the stockings with his fingers, exposing the girl's tender, pink cunt and anus. The torn edges of the stockings clung like a net, further constricting her thighs, the nylon fibers lightly pressing her labia, making them appear even fuller and wetter. Tian Ying turned Chen Xi over into a prone position again, her hands still bound behind her back. He picked up the two flesh-colored thigh-high stockings and the gray thigh-high stockings he had just removed. With practiced skill, he brought Chen Xi's legs together again, starting from her ankles and wrapping the flesh-colored thigh-highs around them, circle by circle, tightening them with each wrap, all the way up to her thighs, binding her legs, encased in Mommy's stockings, into two tightly packed, plump "meat sausages." Then, he used the gray thigh-highs to forcefully pull Chen Xi's bound hands and ankles closer together, tightening them to the extreme—the classic "Four Horses Fleeing in Reverse" pose was formed once more! Chen Xi's back was pulled into an exaggerated arch, her buttocks raised high. Her plump little ass, covered by the flesh-colored pantyhose, was completely exposed to Tian Ying's gaze. The large opening in the crotch of the stockings left her tender, pink cunt and anus completely uncovered. The gag in her mouth allowed only suppressed whimpers, and her stocking-clad feet dangled helplessly in the air, her toes curling desperately inside the nylon. "Perfect... Now you're Mommy's stocking-clad flesh toy." Tian Ying panted heavily, stripping off his own pants to reveal his already purple, rock-hard cock. He first picked up the pink vibrator from the bed, switched it on, set it to its strongest vibration, and directly inserted it into Chen Xi's cunt, torn open by the stockings. The vibrator buzzed and hummed, pressing against the girl's sensitive G-spot. Chen Xi's entire body jolted, her stocking-clad feet straightening rigidly, the bells on her nipple clamps jingling wildly. Tian Ying then picked up a large-sized adult toy, coated it with the lubricant from the condom, 　　 　　As a middle school student going through puberty, the image of Aunt Ma tied in the “four-horse reverse hoof” position keeps popping into my mind uncontrollably: Her upper body bare, her long legs in flesh-colored stockings tightly bound by rope, and beneath the torn stockings in her crotch, that lush black forest… 　　 　　And Aunt Cai’s two long legs, encased in black stockings—if she were tied up like that too… 　　 　　And what about the voluptuous and sexy Aunt Jiao? Would she, like the other two aunts, be wearing stockings, tied up in a sensual pose, and gang-raped… I suddenly felt my mouth go dry, and my lower body stiffened uncontrollably once again… 　　 　　A little after 4:00 p.m., I went to see Sister Li Yan in the building next door under the pretext of getting help with my homework. Sister Li Yan is a student at a top university in the provincial capital. All year round, she always wears stockings or tights of various thicknesses and colors, and every time I visit under the pretext of asking for help with my studies, I sneak a peek at her sexy legs. Unfortunately, Sister Li Yan wasn’t home that afternoon. Just as I was lamenting that I wouldn’t get to feast my eyes this time, I heard footsteps coming from downstairs—it was Aunt Jiao! I was all too familiar with the sound of her high heels—click, click, click—carrying that distinctive, voluptuous quality unique to a mature woman. 　　 　　Since I couldn’t see Sister Li Yan’s stocking-clad legs, staring at Aunt Jiao’s stockings and high heels wasn’t a bad alternative. Because Aunt Jiao isn’t very tall, she usually wears sexy high heels paired with stockings whenever she goes out. To get a good “peek,” I quickly ducked back behind the fire hydrant—only to overhear a conversation that was absolutely explosive. 　　 　　Auntie Jiao was wearing a light gray business blouse and a black pencil skirt. Nude pantyhose hugged her legs—which, though not long, were very full and shapely—and she had on a pair of black stilettos. Auntie Jiao was a deputy section chief at her workplace; she spoke and acted with decisive efficiency, always walking with her head held high and chest out, exuding the capable aura of a female executive. As soon as she entered the stairwell, Uncle Li, who had been waiting at the top of the stairs, grabbed her by the arm and whispered something to her. Aunt Jiao’s eyes widened instantly; her body visibly wavered, her face turned unusually pale, and her steps began to falter. Her plump thighs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, trembled slightly, and the heels of her black stilettos were tilted as they struck the floor. 　　 　　I heard Uncle Li whispering, “Honey, don’t do anything rash… If this gets out, you’ll really lose your deputy section chief position, and those photos and videos will all be confiscated…” 　　 　　Aunt Jiao stopped on the second-floor landing, right below me. Her voice was kept extremely low, yet every word cut like a knife: “I don’t care anymore! Tomorrow I’m going to file a police report too! I’ll say I was also gang-raped three times by that same gang of robbers… No, more than three times… Anyway, the police already suspect it’s the same gang. Let them investigate! When they trace it back to the three of you, let’s see how you’ll get out of this!” Uncle Li was so frantic his voice cracked: “Don’t do it! If they really find out, all three of our families will be ruined…” 　　 　　“It’s even better if they find out!” Aunt Jiao sneered. “Let the whole world know that you three husbands used a home invasion as an excuse to tie up your own wives and let others rape them—all so you could hide nearby and watch while jerking off! Disgusting!” 　　 　　“Holy shit!” I almost blurted out. So… the so-called home invasion gang rape case was actually orchestrated by these uncles themselves—and they were even watching from the sidelines! 　　 　　Aunt Jiao continued, her voice deliberately lowered so it sounded almost gritted: “I’ve had enough! Every time, I’m tied up so I can’t move or scream, with the pantyhose I wore during the day pulled over my head, my eyes and mouth sealed shut, and down there, two of them take turns… Do you really think I enjoy that? And they even shaved off all my pubic hair. Last time, they got rougher and rougher, and even forced me to say, ‘Honey, harder!’ They almost fucked me to death, you know?!” Uncle Li sighed: “I’ve already told Old Yang and Old Zhang… It’s just that you’re so beautiful, with such a tempting body… They got hooked on playing with you and forgot to treat you gently… Besides, didn’t you come more than a dozen times? You squirted down there—I saw it all on the videotape…” 　　 　　Hearing Uncle Li say this, Aunt Jiao couldn’t help but feel a little shy; her attitude softened slightly, and her tone became gentler: “Last time, those two tied me to the bed in that position—what’s it called, ‘Four Horses Turning Their Hooves Backward’—with a pillow under my butt, sticking straight up in the air. They cut my flesh-colored pantyhose right open at the crotch and, while I was tied up, took turns raping me… You three bastards—just to satisfy your own perverted fetishes, you treat us like toys!” "Dare to make a sound and I'll kill you!" The man behind her deliberately lowered his voice, his rough tone laced with a feigned northern accent. Gao Ping was dragged into the master bedroom. Another, slightly thinner man quickly closed the door, locked it, and drew the curtains tight. Both wore black ski masks, revealing only their eyes, and dressed in ordinary dark jackets. Without further ado, they forcefully pushed Gao Ping onto the bed, burying her face in the comforter. The binding began with brutal precision. Zhao Jun pinned her thighs down with his knees while Sun Lei took white cotton rope and black duct tape from a bag. Gao Ping's hands were bound behind her back, the white cotton rope wrapped around her wrists for more than a dozen turns, turning her skin purple. Her legs were forcibly brought together, and from the ankles up, white cotton rope was wound around them. The thick black pantyhose were deeply embedded with the rope into the plump flesh of her thighs, creating suggestive ligature marks. The two then used longer ropes to tie her into a bow shape – wrists connected to ankles, her body forced into a high arch. Her grey suit skirt was roughly hiked up to her waist, exposing her round buttocks and thighs completely encased in black pantyhose. Gao Ping was thus bound like a hostage in the "four horses scattering hooves" position. Sun Lei forcibly shoved the red gag into Gao Ping's mouth. The large gag stretched her lips wide, and the leather strap was tightened behind her head. Gao Ping's saliva immediately overflowed from the corners of her mouth. A black blindfold covered Gao Ping's eyes, and finally, a black ski mask was pulled over her head, leaving only her nostrils for meager breathing. In complete darkness, Gao Ping trembled violently, tears soaking through the fabric. "This job is good, this broad's body is really fucking perfect, and she's the mature type I like," Zhao Jun said in a low voice, deliberately adopting the rough tone of a robber. Sun Lei responded with a cold laugh, "Let's get down to business first, and then we'll grab more valuables." They began to play the part of random, itinerant robbers. First, they ransacked the drawers, throwing clothes onto the floor, clearly "looking for money." Gao Ping heard the sound of a jewelry box being opened. The gold necklace and watch that Wang Tiefang had bought her were deliberately thrown into a bag, and a vase was smashed to create signs of a struggle. The assault was deliberately drawn out. To create the illusion of "random itinerant robbers" and to satisfy their own burgeoning complex desires, Zhao Jun and Sun Lei took turns assaulting Gao Ping multiple times, changing the binding positions each time, each more detailed and prolonged than the last. Zhao Jun went first. He untied the rope connecting Gao Ping's wrists and ankles, freeing her from the taut "four horses scattering hooves" position. After Zhao Jun peeled down Gao Ping's thick black pantyhose from her waist, he discovered another layer underneath: a pair of ultra-thin, flesh-toned pantyhose. It turned out Gao Ping had worn these underneath for warmth with the thicker black ones. The double layer of pantyhose clearly stimulated Zhao Jun's nerves. Gao Ping's white silk panties and the snow-white, soft flesh of her buttocks intertwined. Zhao Jun roughly tore through the ultra-thin flesh-toned pantyhose and panties at Gao Ping's crotch and brutally penetrated her from behind, pressing down on her body. Each thrust sent Gao Ping's body sliding forward, the ropes binding her legs and hands tightening, eliciting muffled groans from her, blocked by the gag. Zhao Jun's heavy breaths were interspersed with feigned curses: "This slutty teacher, always acting so proper on the podium, and she's this tight when I'm fucking her like this... she's so wet..." But in the pauses between his thrusts, his hand involuntarily caressed her waist, where the red marks from the ropes were forming, a hint of tenderness he himself found unfamiliar. Sun Lei recorded the scene while rummaging through the wardrobe. Watching Gao Ping's body, bound by ropes and pantyhose yet torn and violated, his lower body ached intensely. A feeling bordering on obsession arose in his heart – this woman was forty, yet still so firm and dignified. Even in extreme humiliation, her back instinctively straightened. The contrast made him want to assault her more brutally, yet also to hold her and comfort her. The second time, they turned Gao Ping over. Her legs were forcibly spread wide and tied to the bedposts on either side, the ropes around her ankles wrapped for more than a dozen turns. The thick black pantyhose were removed, leaving only the ultra-thin flesh-toned ones. The ropes, pressing through the sheer fabric, were so tight they seemed to embed themselves in her flesh. The surface of the pantyhose showed fine laddering, adding a touch of aesthetic appeal. Gao Ping's hands were still bound behind her back, her breasts forced into a prominent arch by the position. When Sun Lei entered, his movements were much slower than Zhao Jun's. Each thrust went to the deepest point, and as he moved, he whispered in her ear, "Endure it... it'll be over soon..." His tone held a tenderness that surprised even himself. One hand caressed her inner thighs, encased in trembling pantyhose, as if worshipping an exquisite work of art. Watching this, Zhao Jun also felt a strange emotion – he had initially just been repaying a favor, but now he found this woman increasingly difficult to be harsh with. The third time, they lifted Gao Ping and changed her position to kneeling. Gao Ping's upper body was lowered onto the edge of the bed, her head hanging down, her buttocks raised high. Her hands were pulled straight and secured above her head by ropes, her legs bound together again, with only a pillow placed under her knees to prevent pain from kneeling. When Zhao Jun entered again, his movements had unconsciously softened considerably. His hands repeatedly caressed her buttocks, where the ropes had left deep red marks, and her torn pantyhose. Sun Lei knelt at the head of the bed, removed the large red gag from Gao Ping's mouth, and forced her mouth to take him in. At the same time, he reached out and gently wiped away the tears seeping from the edges of her ski mask. In the room where their bodies intertwined, the air was a mixture of sweat, tears, and the nylon smell of ripped pantyhose. The entire process lasted nearly an hour and a half. The two men took turns assaulting Gao Ping four times, each time making brief adjustments to the binding positions before continuing. Four condoms were used; they didn't want to leave any traces for the police to follow. Sun Lei and Zhao Jun also left visible marks of injury on Gao Ping's chest, inner thighs, lower abdomen, and the torn remnants of her pantyhose, deliberately creating the impression of brutal violation. Before leaving, Sun Lei, on some inexplicable impulse, leaned down and lightly kissed Gao Ping's forehead, covered by the ski mask – a movement so subtle that only he knew it happened. Zhao Jun placed Wang Tiefang's demobilization photo on her sweat-soaked chest and said in a low voice, "This matter... is over." The two left with the stolen jewelry and cash, the room thoroughly ransacked, looking exactly like the work of itinerant robbers. Tears instantly welled up in Yu Li's eyes, but she dared not cry out, only pleading in a low voice, "Please... I'll give you anything... just don't touch my daughter anymore..." Tian Ying dragged her onto the hotel bed with a sinister grin. First, he forced her to remove her outer black sheath dress, leaving her in only flesh-colored pantyhose and white lace lingerie. Then, he took out the white cotton rope and black tape he had prepared, along with two pairs of gray and coffee-colored pantyhose from her own closet. "You love wearing stockings so much, then wear another pair." Tian Ying forcibly pulled the gray pantyhose over the flesh-colored ones Yu Li was already wearing, the double layers of hosiery tightening and highlighting her full thighs even more. Next, he bound Yu Li's hands behind her back and wrapped the coffee-colored pantyhose from her wrists to her forearms, creating a "single arm bind." He then brought her legs together and bound them from her ankles to her thighs with the gray pantyhose, pulling each loop tight, transforming the mature woman's two fleshy, stocking-clad legs into "pantyhose meat pillars." Finally, he used the white cotton rope to forcibly pull her hands and ankles closer together – the extreme "Four Horses Rearward Gallop, Mature Woman Stocking Version." Yu Li's back was contorted into an exaggerated arch, her plump, ample buttocks raised high. The double-layered flesh-colored and gray pantyhose crotch was then cut open by Tian Ying with scissors, exposing her already moist and glistening mature, slutty cunt and anus. Tian Ying then produced a red gag and stuffed it into her mouth, and a black blindfold covered her terrified eyes. Lastly, he cut strips from a flesh-colored stocking and crisscrossed them over her full breasts, constricting her nipples until they were purplish-red and swollen, like two cherries squeezed to bursting by the hosiery. "Auntie, from now on, you are my hotel stocking meat slave. Call me Master, do you hear me?" "Mmmph mmmph mmmph..." Yu Li shook her head desperately, but the rope of the Four Horses bind only allowed her to writhe slightly, the stocking-clad thighs rubbing together with a "shh shh" sound. Tian Ying picked up his phone and took a high-definition video of Yu Li bound in the Four Horses position, then tossed the phone onto the bedside table. "This is your insurance – if you dare call the police, I'll send this to everyone you know. From now on, you'll come to the hotel at least twice a week for me to 'discipline' you." He first inserted a vibrator into Yu Li's cunt, encased by the double layers of stockings, and set it to the strongest vibration. The mature woman's entire body trembled violently, her stocking-clad legs stretched out straight, and the nipple clamps with bells jingled noisily. Tian Ying then took out a thick, large sex toy, coated it with lubricant, and aimed it at her anus, which had been torn open by the stockings, slowly thrusting it in. As he pumped, he slapped her ample buttocks, wrapped in gray stockings. "Slutty mature woman, you usually act so proper in stockings at work, and now you're bound in the Four Horses position and getting your ass fucked, not even wearing panties. Doesn't that feel good? Call me Master!" Yu Li was being violated from both front and back, the gag muffling her cries to suppressed whimpers, yet her body writhed more seductively under the Four Horses restraint. Tian Ying played with her for a full forty minutes of "discipline" – forcing her to give him footjobs with her stocking-clad feet, making her shout "Master, I was wrong" through the gag, and even lightly whipping her stocking-clad thighs with a belt, leaving behind red welts. Finally, Tian Ying withdrew the toys, knelt behind Yu Li's raised buttocks, aimed at the cunt torn open by the double layers of stockings, and thrust his thick cock all the way in with a surge of his hips! "Fuck! A mature woman's cunt is so tight... sucks me in even more than your daughter!" Tian Ying roared as he pounded into her, his hands grabbing her fleshy breasts, constricted by the stockings, and forcefully kneading and pulling her nipples. The flesh-colored and gray double-layered stockings became soaked with precum and sweat, clinging tightly to Yu Li's full legs. Each thrust produced a "slap slap slap" of water and the rustle of stockings. He fucked Yu Li for a full hour and a half, changing positions from doggy style, to side-lying Four Horses, to standing doggy style facing him, and even lifting Yu Li up so her stocking-clad legs wrapped around his waist. Finally, he ejaculated his thick semen deep inside her womb. After finishing, Tian Ying re-bound Yu Li into the tightest extreme Four Horses position, covered her head with the coffee-colored pantyhose, leaving only her nostrils for breathing, and then reinserted the vibrator into her cunt, now full of semen, setting it to a medium vibration to continue. "Auntie, that's enough discipline for today. Next Tuesday at noon, same room. If you dare not come... you know the consequences." Tian Ying dressed himself, patted her trembling, fleshy buttocks, which were red from the stockings, and left, closing the door. In the hotel room, only the 43-year-old mature woman Yu Li remained, bound like a meat segment in the Four Horses position on the bed. Her body, encased in double layers of stockings, was covered in rope marks and semen, her cunt still vibrating with a "buzzing" sensation... She didn't know how she would face her husband, nor when her daughter's nightmare would end. Meanwhile, Tian Ying was already planning his next "private discipline session."