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Lin Wei's heart skipped a beat. A panic of being seen through her secrets instantly swept over her, but years of training and strong self-control kept her expressionless. "I don't know what you're talking about." "You do," Su Ran's voice was low, with a seductive magic. "Just as I know, beneath that crisp police uniform, hides a soul that craves to be bound." She extended a finger, almost touching Lin Wei's epaulet, but stopped at the last moment. "Don't deny it, Officer Lin, your eyes don't lie to me. Nervousness, repression... and a hint of excitement from being tightly bound." Lin Wei's breath hitched. This female inmate was too dangerous. She not only saw through the situation but also into people's hearts. The secret buried deep in Lin Wei's heart, one she herself didn't want to touch, a secret of both fear and desire for extreme restraint, was so casually exposed by the other party. "Absurd!" Lin Wei feigned composure, trying to mask her guilt with anger. "Please mind your status!" "Status?" Su Ran chuckled. "Here, it's just you and me. One is an inescapable prisoner, the other a self-imprisoned police officer... essentially, we are both bound, aren't we?" She turned and took out an ancient wooden box from her luggage, opening it. Inside were not dangerous items, but various ropes of different materials, neatly coiled, like some strange collection. "Choose one, Officer Lin." Su Ran picked up a bundle of white silk rope, which had a soft sheen and felt cool and smooth to the touch. "It's just the simplest Hojojutai and chest binding. It won't embarrass you, just... a taste." She looked at Lin Wei, her gaze confident, as if she already knew the outcome. "Or, does the renowned SWAT flower not even have the courage for such a 'game'?" A provocation. Very crude, but... effective on Lin Wei. Her pride wouldn't allow her to back down now, especially not in front of a "prisoner." Moreover, that secret desire, so accurately spoken, was quietly growing like a vine, entwining her reason. A brief loss of control under absolute restraint... that feeling was a fatal temptation for her. "...Just this once." After a long pause, Lin Wei heard her own voice, a little dry, a little hoarse, even with a barely perceptible tremor. She avoided Su Ran's all-seeing gaze, as if doing so could preserve her last shred of dignity. She raised her hand and reached for the first button of her uniform. The cool metal button felt heavy as lead under her fingertips. Her unbuttoning was clumsy, a stark contrast to her usual decisive and efficient demeanor. One, two... as the buttons were undone, the dark blue uniform opened to reveal a pure white, simply styled dress shirt underneath. The hem of the shirt was meticulously tucked into her skirt, outlining a slender yet strong waist. She didn't completely remove her uniform, just left it open, as if this outer shell symbolizing her identity could still offer a sliver of psychological protection. Then, her hand moved to the shirt buttons. This process was even more difficult, her trembling fingertips almost uncontrollable. When the shirt buttons were also undone one by one, revealing a pure white bra that encased her full breasts and her flat, taut abdomen, Lin Wei instinctively brought her legs together and slightly tensed her arms, wanting to shield the skin exposed to the cool air and the other's gaze. A blush crept uncontrollably onto her cheeks, starting from the roots of her ears and spreading rapidly, forming a stark, alluring contrast with her deliberately maintained cold expression. Su Ran remained silent, watching quietly, her eyes filled with a deepening amusement, as if appreciating a meticulously staged play where the actor was mortified. Holding the bundle of white silk rope, she walked closer step by step. When the cool silk rope first touched Lin Wei's skin, clad only in a bra and panties, she involuntarily trembled violently and gasped. The sensation was too vivid, the coolness so different from her body temperature, and the smooth, firm texture of the rope itself, like an electric current, shot through her limbs. "Relax, Officer Lin," Su Ran's voice was close to her ear, her breath almost tickling her earlobe. "If you're too tense, the rope will chafe uncomfortably, and... it won't look good either." Her words carried a double meaning. Lin Wei closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, casting small shadows. She dared not look, dared not see how Su Ran was moving, nor dare to look at herself in a mirror at this moment. She focused all her senses on the contact between her skin and the rope. Su Ran's technique was extremely skilled and precise, even possessing an artistic beauty. The white silk rope seemed to come alive in her fingertips, like nimble fish, weaving, coiling, and knotting around Lin Wei's body. The entire process was quiet and orderly, with only the faint rustling of the rope against clothing and skin, and Lin Wei's own increasingly uncontrollable, rapid breaths. The chest binding was completed first. The white silk rope adhered closely to Lin Wei's ribcage, skillfully wrapping around the upper and lower edges of her breasts. It wasn't a crude compression, but a perfectly fitting support and gathering, making Lin Wei's already full and firm curves even more breathtakingly defined, her cleavage deepening. The ropes crossed at her back, forming a stable and elegant structure, providing a clear sense of restraint, as if an invisible force were lifting her forward and upward, forcing her to hold her chest higher, a display tinged with humiliation. Next came the more complex Hojojutai. The silk rope began to weave an intricate and regular grid on Lin Wei's torso, extending from her chest to her back, and then returning to the front. Each knot was precisely placed at specific points: below the collarbone, between the sternum, below the ribs, at the dimples of her waist, above her navel... The rope sank deep into her soft, elastic flesh, emphasizing the incredible slenderness of her waist and the alluring concave curve along her spine. Lin Wei's heart plummeted, as if plunged into an ice cellar. She watched Su Ran walk towards the wooden box, which seemed like the entrance to an abyss, once again. This time, the item she took out made Lin Wei's pupils contract sharply, and a chill shot down her spine. Several pairs of wrist and ankle cuffs made of black soft leather, their edges inlaid with cold metal buckles, gleamed with an undeniable luster. A bundle of deep red cotton rope, thinner than the silk rope before, but exuding a tenacious strength. A black, smooth rubber ball gag, connected to an adjustable leather head harness. A pair of extremely elegant black suede high-heeled shoes, with slender and tall heels, at least ten centimeters high. But what was most striking were the intricately designed metal clasps at the ankles, which silently declared that these were no ordinary shoes. There was also an inconspicuous small cloth bag. Su Ran shook it casually, and the faint sound of rolling beans came from inside, which sounded like thunder to Lin Wei's ears. Finally, there were several longer ropes of the same red color, their presence foretelling more complex bindings. "Su Ran..." Lin Wei's voice was extremely dry, trembling with a self-loathing she couldn't hide. "This... this is too much." She tried to cover her panic with an accusation, "I am your guard, not your plaything!" "Guard?" Su Ran chuckled lightly, picking up the leather wrist cuffs. The metal buckles clinked together, making a crisp and cold "clack" sound that struck Lin Wei's heart. "The boundary of our roles blurred the moment you tacitly allowed me to tie the first rope around you. Lin Wei, admit it, what you crave is not being guarded and guarding, but... being bound and binding. This is a 'safety protocol' that exists only between us, seeking ultimate security in danger." She walked closer step by step, until their breaths were almost mingling. "Or are you scared? Afraid that even the posture of struggle is predetermined, afraid of glimpsing the real you, stripped of all pretense, in absolute passivity?" Scared? Lin Wei was more than scared. She feared the feeling of her bodily autonomy being stripped away bit by bit, feared the beast within her heart, nurtured by the sense of restraint, gradually awakening. But Su Ran's words were like the most precise scalpel, dissecting her layered defenses and reaching the core that craved absolute control. Her pride, and the morbid desire that burned even hotter after being exposed, coiled around her reason like two intertwined venomous snakes, making her unable to utter the word "stop." She bit her lower lip fiercely, almost tasting a hint of rust, and finally turned her head, squeezing out two words through gritted teeth: "...As you wish." This seemed to be her last act of resistance, throwing the choice, along with her dignity, to the other party. Su Ran's lips curved upwards in satisfaction. She first picked up the deep red cotton rope and the leather ankle cuffs. "Then, let's start from the foundation. Please lift your foot, Officer Lin." Lin Wei stiffly, almost awkwardly, raised one foot slightly. Su Ran didn't put on the ankle cuff first, but tightly wrapped a short piece of red rope several times above her slender ankle, tying a firm, difficult-to-escape single-column knot. The rope sank deep into her soft flesh, bringing a clear sense of pressure. Then, she fastened the leather ankle cuff over the rope binding, the metal buckle snapping shut with a "snap," a double insurance. The other foot suffered the same fate. The feeling of her ankles being bound was exceptionally distinct, as if the freedom connecting her to the earth was instantly severed. Next were her wrists. Su Ran gestured for Lin Wei to put her hands behind her back. This action forced her to arch her chest, which was already accentuated by the chest binding, making her feel exposed and her cheeks flush. Su Ran didn't use wrist cuffs, but directly employed the rope. She crossed Lin Wei's wrists behind her back, tightly wrapping rope around each wrist to secure the wrist joints. Then, she began a more complex operation—bending Lin Wei's arms, forcing them into a clear "W" shape behind her back, with her elbows sharply protruding backward, her upper and lower arms almost folded. "Ugh..." Forced into this humiliating and slightly uncomfortable posture, Lin Wei couldn't help but let out a short grunt of pain. This binding not only completely deprived her arms of freedom but also brought a sense of vulnerability as if her joints were being restrained in reverse. Su Ran ignored her, skillfully wrapping and securing the rope around Lin Wei's upper arms, locking the "W" shape firmly in place. The rope passed under her armpits and connected to the net of the tortoise shell binding in the front and back, forming an integrated restraint system. Afterward, she took a longer piece of red rope, tied one end to the tightly crossed wrist knot behind Lin Wei's back, and the other end... She squatted down, guiding the rope downwards, through Lin Wei's legs. When the cold rope touched the most private part between her legs, Lin Wei trembled violently, as if struck by an electric current. "No..." She instinctively squeezed her legs together, but was restricted by the ankle bindings, only able to make a futile clamping motion. "This is the 'thigh rope'," Su Ran's voice came from below, calm and unwavering, yet with an undeniable authority. "It connects your hands, your voice, your steps, to your deepest sense of shame." Disregarding Lin Wei's weak resistance, she pressed the rope tightly against that sensitive area, looped it around her thighs, and tied a dead knot at the back, connecting it to the rope binding her wrists. Now, Lin Wei's hands were bound high behind her back, fixed in a "W" shape, and the rope connecting her wrists, like a venomous tail, was tightly tethered to the center of her thighs. She merely tried to struggle her arms slightly, and a clear, face-reddening tug immediately came from between her legs, forcing her to stop immediately. This design was incredibly ingenious, and incredibly cruel—any attempt she made to free her arms would immediately translate into an invasion and reminder of her most private parts. "How does it feel?" Su Ran stood up, walked around to face Lin Wei, and admired her reddened eyes and rapid breathing caused by this ingenious and shameful binding. "Don't you feel that resistance is meaningless, and even... will lead to worse consequences?" She opened her lips, as if accepting her fate, revealing pearly white teeth and the tip of a moist tongue. The cold rubber sphere was immediately shoved in, filling her mouth, pressing against the root of her tongue, bringing a strong sense of foreignness and a faint gag reflex. The leather straps went around her neatly styled hair, tightening and securing at the back of her head. She tried to protest, but it only came out as a muffled, wet "Mmm... ngh..." Saliva secreted uncontrollably, quickly filling her mouth and, along the corners of her lips that couldn't be fully closed, drawing a glistening silver thread that slowly dripped down. She could only breathe through her nose, each inhale appearing rapid and helpless, making the rise and fall of her chest more pronounced. At this moment, her hands were bound behind her in a "W" shape, her ankles were tightly secured, and a deadly rope connected her legs. A gag filled her mouth, rendering her speechless and drooling. The image of the cool, composed police officer had completely shattered, leaving only the vulnerability and disarray of a lamb being meticulously bound, ready for slaughter. Her eyes were a mixture of shame, humiliation, and a dazed, almost trance-like haze that crept in under absolute control. Su Ran nodded with satisfaction, as if completing a crucial step in a painting. Then, she picked up the pair of locked high heels. "Lift your foot," the command was given again, concise and powerful. Lin Wei obeyed, trembling as she raised one of her jade feet, doubly bound by ropes and leather cuffs. Su Ran cupped her ankle; its cold touch made her flinch slightly, but she was held firmly. The high heels were slipped onto her feet, the suede lining rubbing against the skin of her soles. The shoes fit perfectly, accentuating her already beautiful arch and slender ankle, making them even more alluring. However, behind this elegance lay cold confinement. Su Ran fastened the metal buckles at her ankles with a soft "click," which sounded like a heavy hammer blow to Lin Wei's heart. The other foot underwent the same process. With both feet completely locked into these beautiful yet sturdy "instruments of torture," Lin Wei felt a despair she had never known. She couldn't even perform the simplest act of taking off her shoes. But the torment was not over. Su Ran picked up the small cloth bag, scooped a handful of plump, round soybeans, and, under Lin Wei's suddenly widened gaze, slowly, one by one, poured them into the narrow opening of the high heels. The soybeans tumbled into the shoes, scattering across Lin Wei's soles, between her toes, and into the arch of her foot. At first, it was just a dense feeling of foreign objects, but when Su Ran released her grip and signaled her to put her full body weight down— "Wuuu—!!!!" A piercing pain erupted from the soles of her feet! Under the pressure of her weight, the soybeans dug into her tender skin and bones. And with any slight shift in her balance, these beans continued to roll and grind! The pain was sharp and persistent, unlike any training injury she had ever experienced. It carried a mocking, humiliating sense of torment. Her body swayed violently, relying on her bound core muscles and trembling legs to maintain a precarious balance. A fine sheen of cold sweat instantly broke out on her forehead. Wearing locked high heels already made every step a struggle, and with these constantly rolling "instruments of torture" under her soles, she could barely imagine what a terrifying ordeal it would be to move even an inch. Su Ran looked at the scene before her: the police officer tightly bound, a gag in her mouth, saliva dripping down her chin, her eyes red-rimmed with tears of pain, her feet trapped in exquisite high-heeled cages, enduring the continuous agony of the soybeans, her body trembling from the pain and extreme shame. The curves of her body emphasized by the ropes, her helpless whimpers, her expression of suppressed pain – all combined to form a picture of destructive and strangely beautiful power. "Very good..." Su Ran murmured softly, like a devil's praise. "Remember this feeling, Lin Wei. Remember that every step is like walking on knives, remember that every struggle brings deeper shame, remember that your voice is silenced by me, and your body... is controlled by me." She stood there quietly, admiring Lin Wei's silent, trembling surrender amidst the knots and buckles. Inside the safe house, only Lin Wei's suppressed, tearful breaths remained, the faint sound of soybeans rolling and grinding under her feet, and the omnipresent, tightly wound ropes that declared absolute dominion. Su Ran stood before her, her gaze calm and focused, sweeping over every detail of Lin Wei's body. Her eyes were like tangible tendrils, caressing the juncture of her thighs, bound tightly by deep red rope, a place that would elicit shameful tugs with any slight movement; her full yet vulnerable breasts, heaving with pained breaths under the constraints of white rope in a Kote-gaeshi and chest binding; her hands, bound behind her back in a humiliating "W" shape and held fast by the rope; and her face, forced upwards, gagged with a black ball gag, flushed and wet, yet still stubbornly trying to maintain a shred of cold pride. "It's uncomfortable, isn't it?" Su Ran's voice was not loud, but it pierced clearly through the ringing in Lin Wei's ears. "But this is just a physical sensation. True 'relaxation' requires a deeper level of... surrender." As she spoke, she turned again towards the wooden box that seemed capable of producing endless torment and shame. Lin Wei's heart was instantly clutched by an invisible hand, fear almost stopping her breath. She watched as Su Ran took out several new items from the bottom of the wooden box. The shapes and materials of these objects seemed to freeze the blood in her entire body. A silver chastity device, exquisitely crafted and gleaming with a cold metallic luster, came into view. It didn't cover the entire lower body, but focused more on locking, with several slender yet sturdy metal bars forming the main body, connected to a seemingly incredibly complex lock. In the dim light, the metal surface reflected a cold gleam, as if proclaiming its undeniable dominance. Next, Su Ran took out a similarly small, pink, and smooth vibrating egg, a thin cable attached to its tail. This seemingly harmless little object sent a jolt of panic through Lin Wei; she knew all too well the torment this thing would bring her. Finally, in Su Ran's hand appeared a black butt plug, slightly larger than the vibrator, with a rounded tip. The material seemed to be soft silicone, but its very presence was enough to make Lin Wei feel suffocated. These three items, combined, formed a complete control system, from the inside out, heralding the deeper humiliation Lin Wei was about to face. "No... *whimper*... no..." Lin Wei shook her head desperately, muffled, desperate whimpers escaping her gagged mouth. She tried to retreat, but the shackles and the soybeans inside her high heels made her stumble, nearly losing her balance and falling. The rope around her thighs pulled with this sudden movement, bringing a sharp wave of shame that made her freeze instantly, only able to let out more helpless sobs. These things before her meant the complete stripping away of her last vestiges of privacy and dignity, pushing this controlled shame into an abyss she couldn't imagine. Su Ran ignored her futile resistance, approaching with the items, her gaze falling on Lin Wei's lower body, clad only in panties. The panties were already damp from the pressure of the rope and the immense psychological stress, clinging tightly to her skin and outlining a shameful silhouette. "We need to prepare for 'going out,' Officer Lin." Su Ran's tone was as calm as if discussing the weather, but the content struck Lin Wei like thunder. "True disguise requires consistency, inside and out. The deepest part of your body also needs to remember the feeling of restraint." The words "going out" struck Lin Wei like lightning! She had originally thought this terrible torment was confined to this safe house! The immense terror momentarily overshadowed even the pain in the soles of her feet. She struggled violently, her bound arms twisting in vain, trying to break free from the "W" shaped restraint. But this movement was immediately translated through the rope into a stronger friction and pull at her thighs, making her grunt and cease her resistance. Her body trembled violently from exhaustion and shame, saliva uncontrollably dribbling onto the floor, leaving dark marks on the front of her windbreaker. Su Ran's movements did not pause. She forcefully removed the last barrier, exposing Lin Wei's most private parts to the cool air and the scrutinizing gaze of the other. Lin Wei squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the entire world collapse at that moment, a colossal wave of shame engulfing her. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, every inch of exposed skin screaming in resistance. The black butt plug was used first. When the cold, slightly lubricated rounded tip touched the secret entrance, which had never been violated in such a way, Lin Wei's entire body tensed like a drawn bowstring, her throat emitting broken, death-like croaks. She could feel her body instinctively rejecting this foreign object, her muscles contracting tightly. "Relax," Su Ran's voice came from below, with an undeniable tone of command. "The tighter you are, the more it will hurt." But relaxation was almost impossible for Lin Wei at this moment. Su Ran's movements were unhesitating, steady, and firmly pushing in slowly. The sensation of intrusion was exceptionally vivid, accompanied by an unspeakable feeling of fullness and discomfort from being stretched. Lin Wei's toes curled tightly inside her high heels, her body shaking like a sieve. When the butt plug was fully inserted, leaving only a small base outside, an unprecedented feeling of being filled and imprisoned from within seized her. She felt as if she had been marked from the deepest part, becoming someone's possession. Then, Su Ran picked up the intricately structured silver chastity device. The main metal bars of the device fit perfectly against her pubic bone and the sides of her hips. The cold metal pressed against her skin, bringing an indescribable shiver of being confined by an inanimate object. The core locking mechanism covered her most vulnerable entrance, and the pink vibrator was cleverly positioned directly against her clitoris. And just as Su Ran was bringing the metal bars of the chastity device together behind her waist, preparing to lock it, Lin Wei, in extreme shame and confusion, seemed to feel Su Ran's fingers linger for an extremely brief moment inside the chastity device, near the entrance to her body. It seemed... she gently pressed something small and hard inside? But the sensation was fleeting, so fast that she thought it was an illusion. The next second, a crisp and decisive metallic click echoed, and the small, complex lock at the front of the chastity device closed completely, connecting the cold metal, the threat of the vibrator, and the butt plug buried within her body into a complete system that utterly sealed and controlled her lower body. Lin Wei's eyes snapped open, her tear-blurred vision looking down in disbelief. The silver metal band, like a torture device from the future, was firmly locked around her waist and hips, coldly proclaiming the complete loss of her sovereignty over her most private domain. The presence of the vibrator was distinct, and the foreign object sensation of the butt plug inside her was a constant reminder of her current predicament. Su Ran stood up, picked up a small remote control, and, under Lin Wei's terrified gaze, gently pressed the first button. Su Ran seemed to sense her hesitation and fear, and let out a low chuckle, "What are you afraid of? No one's here for now. And..." Her fingers, through the trench coat, lightly traced the groove of Lin Wei's spine, precisely where the ropes crisscrossed most densely, "Don't you want to try... the feeling of being tied up like this, sitting on such a soft bed?" The words were seductive, striking directly at the hidden desires within Lin Wei's heart. A tightly bound body, sinking into the embrace of soft fabric... that extreme contrast between restraint and softness, that feeling of having nowhere to exert force, of being able only to passively endure... Lin Wei's breathing quickened. As if possessed, she... didn't resist further. Su Ran guided her, having her slowly turn around, her back facing the edge of the bed. Then, Su Ran herself carefully sat down on the edge of the bed – this action was equally difficult for her; blindness and the pain in her feet caused her body to sway slightly as she sat. Next, Su Ran took Lin Wei's arm and gestured for her to sit. Lin Wei closed her eyes and, as if resigned, sat back. The moment her buttocks touched the soft mattress, a peculiar, contradictory sensation, a mixture of release and an even stronger sense of restraint, instantly swept over her. First were her arms, bound behind her back. As she sat down, the weight of her body naturally pulled backward, causing the arms, forcibly bent into a "W" shape and tied behind her back, to bear greater tension. A clearer ache, numbness, and swelling spread from her shoulder joints and elbows, the ropes digging deeper into the tender skin of her upper arms. The red ropes binding her wrists together tightened, bringing a numb sensation from impaired blood circulation. But at the same time, her arms finally found temporary "support" – albeit forced and painful support, but at least she no longer had to rely entirely on her muscles to maintain that strenuous position. Then came her torso. As she sat, the ropes of the Kote-boshi and chest binding distributed new pressure due to the change in posture. The silk ropes on her chest dug deeply into her flesh, compressing her already ample curves even more breathtakingly, her nipples experiencing clear stimulation from the friction of the soaked bra and rough knots. The ropes around her abdomen tightened further around her waist and belly due to the bending of her body, bringing a sensation of being tightly wrapped, almost unable to breathe deeply. The knots on her back pressed against the mattress, creating friction with her slight movements. What made her heart race the most were the changes in her legs and the crotch rope. As she sat, her legs naturally bent, making the sensation of restraint on her thighs and calves more pronounced. The presence of the leather ankle cuffs and red rope bindings on her ankles was exceptionally clear, especially on her injured right ankle, where the bent posture concentrated the pain. And the high-heeled shoes with locks still firmly secured her feet, the soybeans inside shifting with the change in position, bringing new, fine grinding pain. But the most deadly was that deep red crotch rope. As she sat, the rope connecting her to Su Ran underwent subtle changes due to the shift in their relative positions. The rope loop still clung tightly to the most sensitive part of her inner thighs, and the sitting posture meant that only a thin layer of trench coat and underwear (if they could still be called underwear) separated that area from the mattress. Any slight movement would cause the rope loop to rub or press. Moreover, because she was sitting, her thighs were pressed together, trapping the rope loop between them, making its presence even more pronounced. She could feel Su Ran also sitting down, and the rope between them loosened slightly, but the connection remained. Through the rope, she could clearly feel the subtle adjustments in Su Ran's body due to sitting down and... perhaps a sigh of slight relief? The foreign object sensation within her was amplified after sitting down. The anal plug seemed to have embedded itself deeper due to the change in posture, bringing an unspeakable fullness. The metal bar of the chastity device pressed tightly between her pubic bone and hip bones, its cold touch incredibly distinct. And the vibrator... still lay dormant. The ball gag in her mouth remained, saliva constantly secreting. She could only tilt her head back slightly, trying to slow the flow of saliva, but this action caused her neck to arch backward, revealing more of the white silk rope knots crisscrossing at the nape of her neck, previously hidden by the trench coat's collar. She sat on the soft mattress, yet her body was tightly bound and restrained by countless ropes and locks, even her most private parts occupied and connected. The contrast between this extreme restraint and the soft fabric beneath her brought a sensory impact so intense it almost made her dizzy. Shame, fear, pain... and a dark, sated sense of satisfaction, intertwined, assaulted her sanity, pushing it to the brink of collapse. This angle, this position... the humiliation made her tremble all over. "Find the clasp, right in the middle at the back of your head. Bite it open," Su Ran's voice came from above, terrifyingly calm. Lin Wei trembled, tilting her head up slightly. Su Ran's hands were cuffed behind her back, the sleeves of her trench coat pulled taut around her wrists, outlining their shape. Su Ran's head was bowed slightly, and the black metal clasp of the ball gag strap, located at the back of her head, was not far from Lin Wei's line of sight. But to reach it, her face would have to be closer to Su Ran's body, even... inevitably brushing against the curve of Su Ran's ass. Lin Wei closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then, as if facing death, leaned her face forward. Her cheek first met the hem of Su Ran's trench coat, then the firm curve of her buttocks beneath the fabric. The soft material rubbed against her burning cheek, making every hair on her body stand on end. A wave of overwhelming shame washed over her. She forced herself to ignore the maddening sensation, lifted her head, opened her mouth, stuffed full of the ball gag, and tried to find the clasp with her teeth. But it wasn't easy. Her vision was limited, the ball gag restricted her jaw movement, and the awkward angle and position meant her attempts failed several times, her teeth only managing to bite uselessly at Su Ran's hair or other parts of the strap. With each failed attempt, her face would uncontrollably brush against Su Ran's ass, and once, her nose tip almost brushed against the more intimate crevice. Su Ran's body seemed to tense slightly at her touch, but she made no sound, waiting patiently. Finally, after a difficult upward thrust of her head, Lin Wei's teeth struck something hard and small. It was the clasp! She exerted all her strength, using her front teeth and jaw, to grip the edge of the clasp and pull it sideways. "Click." A faint sound. The clasp came undone. Almost simultaneously, Su Ran jerked her head, and the black rubber ball gag, along with the strap, fell from her mouth to the floor with a dull thud. Su Ran took a long, almost greedy breath, then exhaled slowly, as if shedding a heavy burden. She moved her jaw, stiff from being stretched by the ball gag, making a faint cracking sound. Lin Wei remained in the humiliating squat, her face buried behind Su Ran's ass, panting slightly from her exertion. The ball gag still blocked her mouth, and saliva dripped out. Su Ran didn't let her up immediately. She shifted her body slightly, then, in a voice with a strange huskiness and satisfaction, said, "Now... it's my turn." Before Lin Wei could comprehend the meaning of her words, she felt Su Ran's cuffed hands twist with difficulty, her fingers fumbling, reaching towards her—towards the inside of her trench coat, which had parted slightly due to her squatting position. "Mmph?!" Lin Wei tried to recoil in panic, but her squatting posture and the restraints on her feet made her movements sluggish. Su Ran's fingers, accurate and swift, lifted the hem of her trench coat and slipped inside. Her cold fingers directly touched the edge of Lin Wei's most private area, covered only by the chastity device. The sensation sent a jolt through Lin Wei, like an electric shock. "Don't move," Su Ran's voice was commanding, and at the same time, her fingers began to move. Not caressing, but fumbling—fumbling for the clasp of her own ball gag strap at the back of Lin Wei's head. So, Su Ran's "it's my turn" meant she was going to help her remove the ball gag. But with Su Ran's hands cuffed behind her, reaching the clasp at the back of Lin Wei's head was almost impossible, unless... Unless Su Ran's fingers had to travel across the front of Lin Wei's body, reaching upwards. And at this moment, Su Ran's fingers were under Lin Wei's trench coat, tracing her lower abdomen, her ribs, moving upwards. Her fingertips were cold, brushing against skin soaked with sweat, separated only by a damp, clinging shirt and chest-binding silk ropes, sending shivers down her spine. Each touch felt like plucking a string on her taut nerves. Lin Wei's body was stiff as iron, unable to move. She could feel Su Ran's fingers like exploring snakes, sliding over the skin divided by the ropes of the Hojojutai, occasionally pressing on a knot, emphasizing the restraint and causing a slight sting. Her fingertips finally slid to her chest, pausing for a moment above the full curve, then continued upwards, brushing past her collarbone, her neck... Finally, those cold fingers found their way to the leather strap clasp at the back of her head, the one that also imprisoned her voice. Su Ran's fingers were clumsy due to the cuffs, but still nimble. She felt the structure of the clasp, then, with her fingertips, gripped the edge and pulled hard. The real test, however, was just beginning. A waiter approached, presenting the menu. "For two, you may order now." Su Ran tilted her head slightly, "looking" in the waiter's direction, her tone calm. "Please recommend something easy... to eat. My sister's hands aren't very convenient, and my... eyes aren't convenient either." She deliberately emphasized "hands aren't very convenient." The waiter paused, his gaze quickly sweeping over Lin Wei's arm, concealed by her trench coat sleeve but clearly held in an awkward position. He then looked at Su Ran's sunglasses and understood. "Oh, certainly. We have some stews, creamy soups, or pasta that can be eaten directly with a spoon. Would you like me to describe them?" "Two bowls of cream of mushroom soup, and two portions of bread that don't require cutting." Su Ran decided quickly, clearly having planned this before entering. "Very well, please wait a moment." The waiter noted their order and left with a hint of barely perceptible sympathy and curiosity. Lin Wei's heart sank. Soup and bread... this meant they would have to eat in this public place, under potential scrutiny, directly with their mouths – because neither of their hands could be used! Her hands were bound behind her back in a "W" shape, fixed high, making even her fingertips unable to reach the table. Su Ran's hands were cuffed behind her, equally unable to move freely. This was... like dogs. The few minutes waiting for the food to arrive felt like an eternity. Lin Wei sat stiffly, feeling sweat continue to seep from every pore, soaking the ropes and her clothes. The constriction on her chest became more pronounced with her seated posture, the silk rope digging deeply into her flesh. With each tense breath, it chafed her already sensitive and swollen nipples. The foreign objects within her – the fullness of the anal plug, the coldness of the chastity cage, the silent threat of the vibrator – constantly made their presence known. And the tether connecting her to Su Ran, now slightly slackened as they both sat, still kept the loop pressed against the most shameful part of her inner thighs, like a shame switch that would never turn off. Su Ran seemed relatively calm. She leaned back slightly against the sofa, her face behind the sunglasses turned towards the window, as if "admiring" the scenery. But Lin Wei could feel through the tether that Su Ran's body was not entirely relaxed either, exhibiting a subtle tension. Perhaps it was the impending awkwardness of "dining," or perhaps it was the lingering stimulation from the restroom earlier. Finally, the waiter returned with a tray. Two wide-mouthed white bowls, filled with steaming, fragrant cream of mushroom soup, with several slices of baguette placed beside each. "Please enjoy," the waiter said, placing the plates down. He couldn't help but glance at them again before turning to leave. The food was before them. The warm, enticing aroma wafted through the air. For Lin Wei, who hadn't eaten since morning and had undergone significant physical and mental exertion, it should have been an irresistible temptation. But now, the aroma only filled her with greater despair and shame. She looked at the bowl of soup, at its smooth rim, at the thick liquid that required a spoon to scoop... and she, lacked the ability to even pick up a spoon. Su Ran "heard" the food being placed down and leaned forward slightly, sniffing the air. "Smells good," she said, her tone light, even with a hint of anticipation. Then, she made a movement that made Lin Wei's pupils contract. Su Ran lowered her head, bringing her face close to the rim of her soup bowl. Without attempting to use any utensil, she directly brought her lips to the edge of the bowl, then tilted the bowl slightly, using her chin and cheeks in an extremely clumsy manner to assist, carefully sipping a mouthful. Finally, after a clumsy attempt, she managed to shove the rubber ball of the gag into her mouth. The familiar, cold, hard foreign sensation instantly filled her mouth, pressing against the root of her tongue and triggering a violent gag reflex. She endured it, using her teeth and tongue to maneuver the ball into the correct position. Next, she had to use her mouth to flick the leather strap connecting the gag to the back of her head, and then... buckle it? This was an almost impossible task. With her hands bound behind her, she had no way to manage the strap at the back of her head. Su Ran seemed to realize this as well. She took a small step back, finally lifting her lower body from Lin Wei's face. The cool, damp air suddenly touched her flushed cheeks and lips, and Lin Wei couldn't help but shiver. She could see the glistening residue on her lips and the tip of her nose, a mixture of saliva, tears, or Su Ran's bodily fluids. And beneath Su Ran's windbreaker, a darker, wet patch was evident on the crotch of her black underwear. Su Ran turned to face Lin Wei. She was still wearing her sunglasses, but her cheeks beneath the mask were flushed an unnatural red, her breathing rapid. She said nothing, simply crouched down again, face-to-face with Lin Wei. Then, she lowered her head, bringing her face close to Lin Wei's neck. Lin Wei watched her stiffly, unsure of what she intended to do next. Su Ran's lips brushed against Lin Wei's ear, and she whispered in a low, breathy voice, "The strap... I'll do it. But you'll have to... pay a price." Before she finished speaking, Su Ran's head suddenly dipped down. She opened her mouth and, through the mask and the equally soaked collar of Lin Wei's shirt, bit down hard on Lin Wei's collarbone! "Ah—!" Lin Wei cried out in pain, but the sound was muffled by the gag, turning into a dull whimper. Su Ran bit down with considerable force, her teeth sinking deeply into flesh through the fabric, causing a sharp, stinging pain. Simultaneously, Su Ran's hands, cuffed behind her back, lifted upwards with extreme difficulty. Her fingers fumbled, finding and grasping one end of the leather strap dangling from Lin Wei's mouth. Lin Wei's body arched backward from the excruciating pain in her collarbone, her neck stiffening. This posture perfectly exposed the strap at the back of her head. Su Ran's fingers, guided by touch and memory, deftly and swiftly maneuvered the strap through Lin Wei's hair, searching for the metal buckle at the nape of her neck. Lin Wei could feel Su Ran's fingers moving through the hair and skin on the back of her head, feel the strap being tightened, and feel the persistent gnawing sensation at her collarbone, a mixture of pain and strange stimulation. Su Ran's breath, hot and ragged, fanned across her neck and ear. A few seconds later, there was a soft click. The strap was buckled. The gag was once again firmly secured in Lin Wei's mouth. Su Ran released her bite on Lin Wei's collarbone and lifted her head, breathing slightly heavily. Lin Wei slumped against the wall, feeling as though she had just woken from a nightmare, only to fall into an even deeper one. The cold, hard ball filled her mouth again, and her saliva began to secrete uncontrollably. A clear stinging pain emanated from her collarbone, undoubtedly bearing deep teeth marks. Her face and lips still bore the residue of Su Ran's fluids and breath. And deep within, the damp, sticky sensation from the chastity belt, coupled with the intense, unfulfilled yearning and tremor within her body, burned through her insides like an inextinguishable flame. Su Ran slowly stood up, looking down at the disheveled Lin Wei, who was slumped on the ground. She wiped the edge of her mask with the back of her hand, seemingly having picked up some dampness. Then, she took a deep breath, her tone returning to that controlled calm, though still tinged with an almost imperceptible huskiness and... satisfaction? "Alright, we should go," she said, extending a hand to Lin Wei. "Get up, Officer Lin. The real 'journey' awaits us outside." Lin Wei looked at Su Ran's outstretched hand, at the cold handcuffs on her wrist, at the still-connected, dark red rope stained with unknown wetness between them... She knew that this "outing," dominated by Su Ran and filled with endless shame and pain, was far from over. Su Ran closed her eyes, her eyelashes clumped together, wet with sweat or something else. She listened for a moment, then whispered, "The door... try it." Lin Wei followed her "gaze." It was an ordinary-looking wooden door with a common spherical doorknob. No extra chains, no electronic lock. When the guard had entered and left earlier, they had heard the sound of the lock, but not the multiple turns of a key or complex mechanical noises. Lin Wei's heart leaped. An absurd yet incredibly real thought surfaced—the guard, perhaps out of overconfidence, perhaps out of carelessness, had simply closed the door without locking it from the outside? Or perhaps it was just a simple latch? Dragging Su Ran, they moved towards the door in an extremely awkward, almost dragging posture. With every step, the soybeans under their feet ground against their already bloody soles, and the searing pain in her right ankle made cold sweat bead on her forehead. The ropes on their bodies continuously chafed their sensitive areas with every movement, causing persistent stinging and shameful sensations. The foreign objects inside them (butt plug, chastity cage, vibrator) were amplified to a breaking point by their weakness and tension. Saliva continued to pool in their mouths, soaking their chins and the collars of their windbreakers. Finally, they reached the door. Trembling, Lin Wei raised her arms, bound behind her back and almost numb, and used her elbows and shoulders to push the doorknob. Once, twice... the doorknob turned! It wasn't locked! A surge of hope, like a powerful stimulant, coursed through Lin Wei's collapsing body. She slammed her shoulder against the door. With a grating creak, the old door swung open a crack. The damp, musty air of the corridor rushed in. The corridor was dimly lit, with only the distant safety exit sign casting a faint green glow. It was empty. They didn't dare to stop, continuing to support each other as they shuffled towards the door. Each step was accompanied by clear pain and an increasingly heavy fatigue. Lin Wei felt her consciousness beginning to blur, her vision occasionally sharpening, then overlapping. She forced herself to focus on the door; it was their only objective. Finally, they reached the fire door. Lin Wei pushed the handle with her shoulder. With a squeal, the door opened. A blast of cold night air rushed in, carrying the city's characteristic exhaust fumes and a hint of freedom's chill. They stood at the rear exit of an old building, opening onto a secluded back street. The streetlights were dim, and the occasional roar of vehicles speeding past on the main road could be heard. They were out. They were really... out. Out of that filthy, terrifying, humiliating cell, out of the hands of those two dangerous men.