Scent-Based Yuri Series

"It's so hot, the venue the organizers chose this time is terrible. They didn't even turn on the air conditioning. I shouldn't have come." Shanghai's annual Chinajoy was packed, the venue almost entirely filled with photographers wielding various camera equipment and stunningly made-up cosplayers. Peng Ruijing fanned herself with a promotional flyer, complaining. Her hair, pinned up with a hairpin, had started to droop from sweat, with two strands of bangs sticking to her forehead. Her delicate makeup was smudged by the perspiration. Even without cosplaying an anime character, Peng Ruijing, clad in a white gauze dress cinched with a light blue silk ribbon tied into an elegant bow at her waist, her dark hair lightly styled and adorned with a delicate hairpin, garnered many glances. However, as the crowd grew denser, the thronging hall not only made her lose sight of her two companions but also swept her along, forcing her to lift her ankle-length skirt and push her way to the edge of the venue. There wasn't a single seat in the massive hall. After standing for nearly an hour, her feet were aching, and her toes wriggled inside her blue embroidered cloth shoes, trying to relieve the pain. Her cotton sports socks were soaked, feeling like she was wading through water inside the non-breathable cloth shoes. If not for her white gauze dress, she would have already plopped down on the exhibition hall floor to rest. As she scanned the crowd for her friends, a clear female voice called out from beside her, "Hello~ Excuse me~ May I take a photo of you?" Peng Ruijing had already been approached by several men with cameras at Chinajoy today. Already annoyed by the heat, she lowered her head, about to refuse. A pair of small, chestnut-brown combat boots appeared in her vision. The black, sheer stockings covering her slender legs made Peng Ruijing look up. The person holding the camera was a petite girl. She wore a deep brown, knee-length dress paired with a Gucci rhomboid canvas handbag. Her makeup was exquisite, as if she had stepped out of an oil painting. Her neat ponytail and gold-rimmed round glasses made her look like a detective, but her slightly cute face and the fact that she was half a head shorter than Peng Ruijing, combined with her serious expression, somehow gave Peng Ruijing a sense of contrasting charm. The words of refusal she had prepared stuck in her throat. "O-Okay... Just one photo..." Peng Ruijing propped up her tired body, striking a photogenic pose, and forced a smile as the "detective" carefully adjusted her camera. "All set~ You're very photogenic, miss~ Can I add you on WeChat and send you the photos later?" Saying this, the detective held the camera out to Peng Ruijing. The photo on the screen made her eyes light up. The perfect composition and well-balanced lighting were far better than what her two friends usually took. Without thinking, she took out her phone and scanned the WeChat QR code. Just as she finished adding the friend, her shoulder was suddenly clapped from behind. "Finally found you! We're exhausted, and you're here taking secret photos!" "Exactly! You didn't even call us to take photos. We're not buying you bubble tea later." Familiar voices came from behind her – her two best friends, Li Xinyu and Dong Xinyi, who had come to Chinajoy with her. Similar in height, their JK uniforms even looked like they were from a twin set. Li Xinyu's pink and white plaid skirt accentuated her slender waist. Her black loafers paired with white knee-high socks gave her a pure look. Her slightly chubby face, with pigtails tied with two bear hair clips, gave her the aura of a girl-next-door crush. Standing beside Li Xinyu, holding a cup of iced chocolate, was Dong Xinyi. She wore a blue and black short skirt, and her slightly thicker calves were paired with black slimming mid-calf socks. Her pure white shirt, black tie, and dark blue armband made her look like a high school student council president. Having finally found Peng Ruijing, Li Xinyu and Dong Xinyi also noticed the detective girl standing beside her, their gazes falling on the camera in her hand. Although the three of them were girls, they knew nothing about photography. Every time they came to a convention, they would secretly snag photos from other photographers, and the quality of those photos was always hit or miss. But the exquisite photo of Peng Ruijing that the petite girl had just taken in her camera made their eyes widen. No girl could resist having a beautiful photo of herself taken. "Wow... Miss, your photography skills are amazing! Can you take one of us too?" "Yeah, yeah! The three of us are together, so we can get the photos together later~" Li Xinyu and Dong Xinyi chimed in, afraid the talented photographer might leave. "Alright, then you three strike a pose, and I'll take a few more for you." To their surprise, the detective girl readily agreed and began fiddling with her camera. This delighted the three of them. They eagerly took turns posing, their earlier fatigue seemingly vanishing. In their excitement, they failed to notice the subtle, knowing smile that appeared on the detective girl's face. Since she was taking photos of three people, the detective girl's workload clearly increased. To find better angles, she repeatedly crouched down and stood up, even kneeling on the ground to take pictures. In the hot weather, she was visibly sweating. Peng Ruijing and her friends started to feel a little embarrassed. Peng Rui Jing slowly regained consciousness. The last thing she remembered before passing out was the detective girl's eerie smile. Darkness enveloped her, and she could only faintly hear indistinct moaning sounds from her surroundings. As her senses returned, she tried to stand up, only to be shocked to find her hands and feet completely immobile. Her hands were fixed behind her back as if bound together, and her legs were spread wide apart and secured. What was happening? Where was she? Panicked, Peng Rui Jing tried to call for help. "Mmph mmph mmmph!" Her cries for help came out as muffled moans. Peng Rui Jing then felt a large rubber ball jammed tightly in her mouth, stretching her jaw to the point of near dislocation. Not only could she not speak a complete sentence, but she couldn't even swallow. To her further dismay, her attempts to call for help caused the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth to dribble out along the edges of the rubber ball, splattering everywhere. The sight of her own spittle made Peng Rui Jing incredibly ashamed. She suddenly understood the moaning sounds she had heard earlier; perhaps Li Xin Yu and Dong Xin Yi were in the same predicament as her. In a state of panic, she tried to use her fingers to feel what was happening to her body, but her fingers felt as if they were encased in something, unable to even open. It was like wearing a fingerless glove. Although she could feel the restraints on her wrists by bending her fingers, she couldn't open them at all. "Click." A sudden burst of light blinded Peng Rui Jing. She could only squint, trying to observe her surroundings. She realized she was in a room less than 20 square meters. One wall was adorned with colorful whips, high heels, latex hoods, [X], and various other unidentifiable toys. Just looking at them made her face flush with heat. On the wall opposite her was a large floor-to-ceiling mirror. Ignoring the stinging pain in her eyes from the ceiling lights, Peng Rui Jing quickly looked into the mirror. To her shock, she was only wearing a pale blue lace bra and panties. Her entire body was tightly bound to a reclining chair with dark brown ropes. Her Hanfu was long gone, but, as if for a cruel joke, her cloth shoes and cotton socks remained on her feet. Her thighs were folded together and securely tied to the armrests of the chair. Although she couldn't see how her hands were bound behind her back, the dense network of ropes extending from her shoulders suggested the tightness of the restraints. Even her breasts were being squeezed by the ropes above and below, almost popping out of her lace bra. Tilting her head back abruptly, she noticed a bright red rubber ball wedged between her upper and lower jaws. The straps on either side of the ball were hidden behind her long hair at the back of her head. "Mmph mmph mmmph! Mmph mmph!" The sight in the mirror terrified Peng Rui Jing to the brink of losing her mind. The only part of her body she could move, her head, shook violently from side to side, causing the chair beneath her to rattle and sway. The moaning sounds from beside her drew her attention. It was her two best friends. Li Xin Yu, like her, was stripped down to her underwear and spread-eagle in a reclining chair. Her legs, wide open, were covered by only a thin layer of blue fabric, and a glimpse of her dark forest could be seen at the edges. A rough rope passed around her waist and was pulled taut between her legs, seemingly designed to torment her. Two knots were tied in the rope, each the size of a finger, positioned precisely at her vulva and anus. Any slight struggle would cause the knots to rub against her delicate private parts. She seemed to have woken up earlier than Peng Rui Jing. After countless struggles, the rough knots of the rope had undoubtedly rubbed against her crotch many times. Obvious wetness spread across her underwear, and her entire face was flushed red from the stimulation. Dong Xin Yi, on the other side, had it even worse. She was spread out flat and tied to the bed, her limbs secured to the bedposts with ropes. Lying on her back, Dong Xin Yi's face was hidden, but her continuous moans from her mouth indicated that her mouth was also stuffed tightly. The moans of the three women echoed through the room. No one knew what had happened. Completely bewildered, Peng Rui Jing instinctively struggled, using almost all her strength, causing the reclining chair beneath her to make loud clanking noises. However, the restraints on her body showed no signs of loosening. Instead, her desperate struggles caused the ropes to dig deeply into her elbows, and the stinging pain from the rough ropes brought tears to her eyes. With her fingers completely encased, even touching the knots on her wrists was difficult. The other two were no better off. Moans and struggles echoed back and forth in the room. All three recognized each other's voices and struggled to move towards each other, hoping to help each other escape. But with two tied to chairs and one spread on the bed, no amount of effort could move the furniture. They could only communicate with their eyes. After an unknown amount of time, the three women, exhausted from their constant struggles, collapsed onto their chairs and bed, panting heavily. Finally, footsteps were heard from upstairs. As if hearing a savior, their muffled cries from the gags in their mouths suddenly intensified. The person upstairs seemed to hear their calls and was indeed coming downstairs. With a creak, the room door opened. Peng Rui Jing and Li Xin Yu simultaneously turned their gazes towards the doorway. Even Dong Xin Yi, tightly bound to the bed, tried to lift her head to see who it was. Peng Rui Jing then clearly saw that Dong Xin Yi's mouth was stuffed full with a red rubber ball, just like hers, and her eyes were covered by a black blindfold. The rubber ball, nearly 6cm in size, almost dislocated her jaw. Her mouth, held wide open, made even swallowing saliva an impossible feat. Because she was tied to the bed on her back, the saliva had accumulated in her mouth without spilling out. As she lifted her head, the accumulated saliva could no longer be contained. However, the large gag in her mouth prevented it from flowing out, causing her to choke and cough repeatedly. The attention of all three was drawn to the opened door. The person who entered was the girl who had taken their photos at the comic convention. Peng Rui Jing, completely unaware of what was happening, instinctively called out to her urgently, hoping she would quickly come and rescue them. However, the girl merely glanced at them coldly and walked over to Dong Xin Yi, who was spread out on the bed. She yanked off the black cloth covering Dong Xin Yi's eyes. "Little slut, I finally caught you. Do you remember who I am?" Her eyes, accustomed to the darkness for so long, couldn't adjust to the sudden bright light. Dong Xin Yi was blinded. The familiar curse words ringing in her ears made her freeze. She couldn't recall offending anyone, but the girl's tone suggested a pre-existing grudge. Then, slaps rained down on her face. The stinging pain brought tears to Dong Xin Yi's eyes, and she tried to dodge the blows, but bound as she was on the bed, she had no room to maneuver. Her lips seemed to have split from the slaps combined with the gag stretching her mouth. Finally regaining her vision from the bright light, Dong Xin Yi saw the girl who had taken her photos at the convention. Could it be?! Dong Xin Yi suddenly realized that the culprit behind everything was this seemingly harmless detective girl. In her shock and anger, she seemed to have forgotten her current predicament, like fish on a chopping block. She desperately tried to lift her head, cursing through the red rubber ball in her mouth. A trickle of saliva escaped along the edge of the gag and landed on the detective girl's dress. Even on the dark brown fabric, two clear streaks of saliva were visible. The detective girl hadn't expected that Dong Xin Yi, bound as she was, would still have the spirit to resist. Her face visibly darkened. "It seems like a daughter is like her father. Today, I'll teach you a lesson." Before the detective girl could react, Dong Xin Yi's foot snapped the rope binding her to the bed rail. Freed from the rope, she even kicked off her black leather shoe. Her small foot, encased in a mid-calf sock, forcefully kicked the detective girl in the face. The sudden attack caught the unprepared girl off guard, causing her to slip and nearly fall. Regaining her balance, she felt a sticky sensation on her face where Dong Xin Yi had kicked her. The detective girl ignored whether she was injured and picked up the rope again. With one hand holding Dong Xin Yi's foot, she used the other to wrap the rope tightly around her ankle several times, digging deeply into her flesh. Even the mid-calf sock on her foot became As the last drops of urine fell from the three women's bladders into the bottle, the agonizing cycle of self-production began anew. With a look of terror on Zhao Luyao's face, the mistress approached the two mattresses in the corner of the basement, holding the large bottle of collected urine. The paralytic effects of the stun gun were beginning to fade. Zhao Luyao's limbs were still numb, but her body, leaning against the wall, could now prop her up slightly to a sitting position. It was then she noticed the hidden mechanisms within the two mattresses. The black latex surface prominently featured two human-shaped outlines with limbs spread wide. A roaring vacuum pump beside the beds had expelled all air, compressing the mattress surface so tightly that the features of the women inside were clearly discernible. The pressure difference between the inside and outside of the mattress was far more formidable than any rope restraint. Even with their most desperate struggles, the two women, spread-eagled within the mattresses, appeared from the outside as mere insignificant tremors. Countless pink vibrators were taped securely to their swollen breasts, their frantic vibrations at the highest setting leaving a blur. Even their spread legs were not spared; four high-powered vibrators were taped against their vaginas and anuses. Under the dual assault of vibrators and dildos, they had long since lost count of their orgasms, their struggles reduced to mere involuntary tremors, the only proof of their consciousness. "Don't rush now~ It's time for your sisters' afternoon tea." "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!" The two women in the vacuum beds suddenly came alive, a series of terrified pleas escaping through the sole breathing tubes exposed around their mouths. Zhao Luyao, watching the large bottle of fresh urine, had a sinking premonition of what this "afternoon tea" entailed. As expected, the mistress produced a large medical IV drip bag. The tube beneath the bag was connected to the breathing tubes of the vacuum beds. The entire large bottle of pale yellow liquid was poured into the IV bag, leaving only a thin layer at the bottom of the 3L capacity. Their whimpers and pleas were completely suppressed within the breathing tubes by the steaming urine in the bottle above their heads. This daily ritual was all too familiar to them. Wrapped entirely by the latex vacuum mattresses, the only way for the two women to obtain air was through the two breathing tubes in their mouths. To breathe again, they would have to work together to consume the entire bottle of fresh urine. Even after countless times of being restrained in the vacuum beds and forced to drink this so-called "afternoon tea," the two women in the vacuum beds still couldn't bear this disgusting feeding. The liquid level in the bottle seemed stagnant, showing no sign of descent. "You two sisters are always the most disobedient. As punishment, today I've specially mixed their urine together to make a super-sized milk tea. You must drink every last drop~" Upon hearing this "enhanced" afternoon tea, the two women in the vacuum beds thrashed as if driven mad, their struggles even causing the beds to creak ominously. They desperately pressed their tongues against the latex tubes in their mouths, managing to barely prevent the liquid from flowing further down the tubes. "Since you two can't even bother to properly wear the original scent to fool me, let's see if you truly share a sisterly bond. If one of you can finish all the urine in the bottle, the other will be able to breathe again. Of course, with such a large bottle, we'll see if the older sister will let Zhao Luyao then discovered that along with her underwear, a two-finger-thick realistic dildo was being brought up to her face. It was covered in rough threads, and the long tip was connected to an airbag and a remote control. Even if Zhao Luyao were foolish, she would understand its purpose. Terrified, she desperately tried to clamp her legs shut, but her paralyzed body still wouldn't obey. She could only watch helplessly as her underwear was pulled onto the fake penis. "Don't worry~ later, your pussy won't be the only thing you'll be stuffed with~" As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Luyao's cheeks were forcefully grabbed. The stinging pain in her jaw forced her mouth open, and the fake penis, still wearing her foul-smelling underwear, was shoved into her mouth by the perverted woman in front of her. The crotch, most heavily stained with urine, was pressed directly against the base of her tongue by the fake penis. "Gag!! Gag!!!" The salty urine and the musky scent of her discharge instantly melted on her taste buds. The sticky, fresh sensation on her tongue, combined with the stimulation of the fake penis being pushed all the way down to her throat, made Zhao Luyao gag. However, she was forcefully choked by the fake penis in her mouth. She wanted to push it out with her tongue, but the disgusting taste at the back of her throat made her afraid to exert any force. The thought of a fake penis in her mouth, wearing underwear she'd worn for three days, almost made Zhao Luyao collapse. Her nightmare, however, was far from over. The woman seemed intent on filling every orifice on her body. Another fake penis of the same size and a gourd-shaped inflatable butt plug, generously coated in lubricant, were firmly positioned in Zhao Luyao's pussy and anus. As time passed and the swelling from the foreign objects in her pussy and anus intensified, her hands and feet began to regain slight movement. Just as a sliver of hope for escape emerged, the woman, as if sensing it, sped up her actions. She carefully sealed the latex sheet tightly around the vacuum bed. The only breathing tube, a soft latex one, was coated with biological adhesive and inserted into Zhao Luyao's nostrils. With a casual flick of her wrist, she withdrew the airbags and remote controls for the inflatable vibrating dildo in her mouth and the anal plug in her pussy and anus from under the mattress. Then, she turned on the vacuum pump beside the bed. With the roar of the machine, the air between the latex sheet and the mattress was slowly drawn out. Zhao Luyao, who had been struggling weakly, seemed to be completely enveloped by the vacuum bed. Only the slight tremors of her fingers could be seen beneath the black latex. The bulges of the toys in her pussy and anus were clearly visible beneath the latex-covered face. The long fake penis in her mouth completely sealed off any possibility of curses or pleas. "Mmmph!!!! Mmmph!!!!" Unable to move her entire body, Zhao Luyao was on the verge of collapse. The taut latex sheet pushed the already nearly 10cm long fake penis and the anal plug even deeper. If she could still tolerate the fake penis in her pussy, her never-before-used anus felt like it was being forcibly stretched open. The fullness of being filled caused her sphincter to involuntarily clench, trying to expel the anal plug. She had tried twice when the buzzing motor sound suddenly emanated from her lower body and mouth. The three toys inserted into her had begun to vibrate! The sudden pleasure sent a violent tremor through Zhao Luyao's body, causing even the vacuum bed beneath her to shake. The dildo in her pussy rotated and thrust, its rough texture furiously grinding against the tender flesh of her inner walls. The gourd-shaped anal plug in her anus was even more brutal. Four silicone balls of varying sizes, strung together like candied hawthorns, were far more potent than the dildo in her pussy. Combined with the compression of the vacuum bed, the two toys felt as if they were being forcefully rammed into her pussy and anus. No matter how hard her sphincter tried, the anal plug and dildo, set to their highest settings, remained unmoving. "Already can't take it? It seems I'll have to prepare some orgasm control training for you tomorrow. Today, you'll just wash your underwear clean in the vacuum bed. I'll inflate it a bit so you don't disturb anyone else~" As the woman's voice faded, Zhao Luyao felt the fake penis in her mouth, still wearing her underwear, slowly begin to inflate. The fake penis, originally only two fingers thick, had left some space in her mouth. As long as she bit down hard, her tongue could barely avoid tasting the underwear she'd worn for three days. But as the airbag was pressed, the space in her mouth was completely filled by the inflated fake penis. The sweat-soaked, fresh underwear was pressed tightly against Zhao Luyao's tongue. The foul, salty, and musky scent ravaged her taste buds. The traces of urine and discharge melted away with her saliva, pooling in her mouth. However, with the fake penis inflating and expanding, she couldn't even spit. Lying on her back, she could only snort through the latex breathing tube stuck to her nostrils. Her mouth, violated by the inflated fake penis, became like a washing machine. The slightest movement of her tongue brought it into intimate contact with the fresh underwear pulled from her own body and wrapped around the dildo. The dildos and anal plugs in her pussy and anus were also inflated to their maximum by the woman, following the same procedure. The expanded silicone toys almost completely filled Zhao Luyao's pussy and anus, rotating and thrusting furiously. The sounds of her body reaching its limit of pleasure, suppressed by the vacuum bed, were barely audible. The woman was quite satisfied with the soundproofing of the vacuum bed. She casually set the vibrators on the breasts of the sisters in the other two vacuum beds and the massager pressed against their pussies and anuses to random mode, then closed the door to the basement. Zhao Luyao's tragic life of domestication had thus begun. Chapter 11: The Tragic Fate of the Original Scent Seller Chapter 5 "Gag... Gag..." Trapped in the vacuum bed, Zhao Luyao had completely lost all sense of time. The two toys in her pussy and anus showed no signs of stopping. Under the relentless assault of the high-powered inflatable dildo, she had long lost count of how many orgasms she'd had. The squirting pleasure fluid and the urine from her incontinence were sealed within the latex vacuum bed, unable to leak out at all. The exhaustion that followed an orgasm made Zhao Luyao's eyes too heavy to open. Yet, the fully inflated fake penis continued to tirelessly rotate and rub against her already red and swollen clitoris and inner core. Her hypersensitive body was repeatedly re-aroused, cycling through endless orgasms and bouts of sleep. The gourd-shaped inflatable anal plug in her anus also tormented her with the constant urge to defecate throughout the night. In comparison, the fake penis in her mouth, wearing her underwear, was the most relaxed. Each orgasm caused her to involuntarily bite down harder on the fake penis. The yellowed urine stains and discharge marks on the crotch of her underwear had long since dissolved in her saliva, swallowed along with it. The tight embrace of the latex bed surface against her body prevented even her fingers and toes from moving. The sensory deprivation of hearing and sight made the pleasure in her already hypersensitive pussy even more intense. The hellish cycle of orgasms had not stopped for an entire night. "How was it? The vacuum bed felt good, didn't it~" As the humming sound of the vacuum pump finally ceased, the tight pressure on her body finally disappeared. The latex bed surface was slowly peeled away. The lewd scent of pleasure fluid mixed with the foul odor of urine instantly flooded Zhao Luyao's nostrils. The entire latex mattress was as if it had been soaked in water. The sweat from her struggles, the pleasure fluid from her orgasms, and the urine from her incontinence had leaked all over the vacuum bed. The dildo in her pussy and the inflatable anal plug in her anus were still diligently buzzing. The night of orgasms had completely drained Zhao Luyao's strength. Even the fake penis inserted in her mouth had become deeply embedded in her mouth due to the constant pressure from the latex vacuum bed all night. Only the end protruding from her mouth clearly showed the underwear wrapped around it. Pulled out of the vacuum bed, she had almost lost her human form, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. It wasn't until the woman turned off the vibrator beneath her and the anal plug, and then, with a sound like uncorking a bottle, pulled the two toys out of her pussy and anus, that Zhao Luyao's tense nerves finally relaxed. The pleasure fluid sealed in her pussy by the fake penis, no longer obstructed, dripped down like a winding stream. After spending the entire night in the vacuum bed, her numb hands and feet could barely stand, let alone resist. With a "poof," the woman released the air from the airbag at the end of the fake penis in her mouth. Accompanied by waves of painful retching, her almost dislocated mouth finally spat out the fake penis and the dirty, smelly underwear wrapped around it. The woman didn't seem to intend to stuff the stockings into her mouth. Instead, she took out a solid red ball gag and, while Zhao Luyao was begging for mercy, shoved it into her mouth. The 5cm diameter was almost a behemoth for her small mouth. Her upper and lower jaws, not yet fully recovered, were forced open again. As the strap was buckled behind her head, her stammered pleas turned into unintelligible muffled sounds under the pressure of the gag. She then casually took out a few small brass locks from her pocket and meticulously secured every restraint on her wrists, ankles, and waist. She then strung the keys together and tossed them provocatively in front of Zhao Luyao. The hope of escape made her eyes widen. While the woman was fiddling with something behind her, she cautiously reached out with her fingers, but fate was against her. Her fingertips were just a hair's breadth away from the keys. The metal rack beneath her wasn't heavy. If she could just use her body to rock the K9 rack forward, she might be able to reach the keys. Such a small thought naturally didn't escape the woman's notice. Unlike those slaves who had resigned themselves to their fate and given up struggling, she preferred to savor the pleasure of watching hope dwindle bit by bit. Even though she knew Zhao Luyao's intentions, she had no intention of taking the keys away. Instead, she picked up the wads of stockings, squatted down beside Zhao Luyao, and found two of the dampest flesh-colored stockings. She stuffed them into her palms and clenched them tightly into fists. Then, one by one, she put the remaining black and flesh-colored, foul-smelling stockings onto her fists. She had used up more than half of the stock she had just taken out of her ballet boots. A total of five pairs of smelly stockings, like fingerless gloves, rendered Zhao Luyao's hands completely useless. The tight stockings glued her fingers together as if with glue. She could only slightly open them with all her might. The two most heavily scented, smelly stockings in her palms made her sweat even more. The slippery sweat from some girl's intense treadmill run was all over Zhao Luyao's palms. As for the pairs of stockings on her fists, they were even worse. The hardened sweat marks all over the soles of the stockings and the discolored tips and heels were a constant visual assault. Zhao Luyao's throat, suppressed by the gag, couldn't help but let out a series of dry heaves. The disgusting sensation, coupled with psychological nausea, made her desperately try to push her palms outward, attempting to stretch the stockings that bound her fingers. But all she got was a more intimate contact between her fingers and the foot sweat. The woman, however, was not satisfied and continued. A roll of black electrical tape appeared in her hand, and she began to wrap it around the cuffs of the stockings on Zhao Luyao's wrists. The layers of stocking cuffs gradually disappeared under the black tape. It would take considerable effort to cut through even with scissors, let alone Zhao Luyao's fists, which were tightly encased in the smelly stockings. The non-breathable electrical tape sealed the damp foot sweat from the stockings inside, fermenting and brewing a greater stench. "Alright~ You rest for a while~ It's about time for the others to have their turn outside~ I'll go get them~" She used up almost half a roll of tape. The woman's gaze fell on the double-headed dildo machine behind Zhao Luyao. There was one pair of flesh-colored stockings left, with less noticeable sweat marks, which were perfect for the job. She put one on each dildo, making them look like two loose condoms. Zhao Luyao's pussy, which had just been freed from the butt plug and dildo, still had plenty of residual moisture, saving the need for lubrication. The woman carefully turned the screws on the dildo machine. The moment the double-headed dildos touched her pussy and anus, the rough texture of the stockings made Zhao Luyao cry out involuntarily. Her round buttocks twisted from side to side, trying to evade the assault on her two most sensitive areas. But the metal belt fixed to the K9 rack firmly restricted her range of motion. No matter how she struggled, the two dildos on the machine always aimed at the two holes beneath her. As the screws were adjusted, the two dildos, covered in smelly stockings, were slowly swallowed by Zhao Luyao's pussy and anus. The rough threads, along with the stockings, ravaged her swollen and reddened clitoris. Even with the lubrication from the sticky, sweaty stockings, every inch forward felt like sandpaper rubbing against her most sensitive orifices. The pain mixed with pleasure made Zhao Luyao's body tremble as if electrified. The little strength she had managed to regain vanished under the stimulation of the dildos, and she went limp, trembling uncontrollably on the metal K9 rack. Her desperate attempts to clamp her legs together were rendered impossible by the restraints on either end of the K9 rack. It wasn't until both thick dildos, along with the two smelly stockings they were wearing, were completely swallowed by Zhao Luyao's pussy and anus that the tearing pain almost made her bite through the ball gag. What was even more agonizing was that the stockings, combined with the rough, raised threads on the dildos, caused them to scrape against the delicate inner walls of her pussy and anus with every struggle. The two dildos attacked the most vulnerable area between them from both front and back, and even before the machine was turned on, Zhao Luyao was in unbearable pain. "Since you don't want me to stuff the stockings in your mouth, then use the two mouths below to taste them properly~" Hearing this, Zhao Luyao was on the verge of collapse. Even though her pussy and anus felt the strange slipperiness and rough friction, she never imagined that the incredibly foul-smelling stockings, soaked in foot sweat, would be shoved into her body along with the two dildos. The thick dildos filled both orifices, leaving no space untouched. The fresh, sticky foot sweat from the stockings smeared every sensitive piece of her tender flesh, as if a strange woman had shoved her sweaty stockinged feet inside. The overwhelming sense of shame completely shattered Zhao Luyao's psychological defenses. She desperately clenched her sphincter muscles, trying to push out the smelly stockings and dildos inside. But the woman had already fixed the screws on the dildo machine. Even as her body struggled, causing the K9 rack beneath her to creak, the two toys in her pussy and anus remained firmly lodged. "I won't turn on the toys for you yet~ We'll play more when I bring them back~" The sound of the woman closing the door reached Zhao Luyao, who was desperately battling the dildo machine in her lower body. By the time she reacted, the footsteps had faded behind the door. She was left alone in the entire basement, able to clearly hear her own heavy breathing. Her mouth, stretched wide by the solid ball gag, could no longer close. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth onto the floor. As the puddle grew larger, Zhao Luyao, forced into a puppy-like kneeling position, tried to lift her head. But every struggle caused the smelly stockings in her pussy and anus to rub against her tender inner walls, moving in and out. The keys that could free her were right before her eyes. If she didn't escape now, she didn't know what kind of perverted torture awaited her later. Ignoring the stinging friction of the smelly stockings in her pussy and anus, Zhao Luyao used the little strength she had managed to regain and frantically shook the K9 rack beneath her. With her legs spread, she inched forward like a turtle. Her extremely wet pussy, stimulated by the smelly stockings, began to feel a faint pleasure again. The sound of the woman closing the door reached Zhao Luyao, who was desperately struggling with the vibrator attached to her lower body. By the time she registered it, the footsteps had already faded behind the door. She was left alone in the basement, able to clearly hear her own heavy gasps. Her mouth, stretched wide by the solid gag, was incapable of closing, and saliva dripped steadily from the corners of her lips onto the floor. As the puddle grew, Zhao Luyao, forced into a submissive kneeling position like a dog, tried to lift her head. But each struggle caused the smelly stockings inside her pussy and ass to rub against her tender flesh, offering a fleeting moment of release. The key to her freedom was right before her eyes. If she didn't escape now, she didn't know what kind of perverted torture awaited her later. Ignoring the stinging sensation of the smelly stockings on the dildo in her pussy and ass, Zhao Luyao used the little strength she had managed to regain to frantically shake the K9 frame beneath her. Like a turtle with its legs spread, she inched forward. The wetness of her pussy, stimulated by the smelly stockings, inexplicably began to stir with a hint of pleasure. The creaking of the metal frame was incredibly jarring at this moment. The sturdy handcuffs and shackles had made her muscles ache. After countless attempts fueled by fear and anxiety, she finally managed to move her body and the metal frame forward a few inches, just enough to reach it with her fists wrapped in the smelly stockings. But to her despair, she discovered that the five pairs of foul-smelling short stockings, combined with the sealing tape around her wrists, rendered her fingers useless. The key, so close, seemed like an impossible task. The sour, smelly short stockings, confined in the ballet high-heeled boots for who knows how long, were not clean anywhere. The foot sweat had permeated every inch of the fabric, and her fingers, wrapped inside, felt slippery. She didn't even have the opportunity to exert force. If she tried to spread her fingers even slightly, the elasticity of the short stockings would soon overwhelm her, causing her fist to curl back into a ball. Even if she wanted to use both hands to grab the key, the metal shackles separating her wrists completely prevented this possibility. Zhao Luyao could only try again and again to clamp the key ring on the ground with her fist. Each time she failed, the jingle of the keys hitting the floor only made her more agitated. As her fingers repeatedly opened and closed, the fresh foot sweat from the two short stockings in her palms rubbed onto her fingers. Zhao Luyao even suspected her fingers might develop some strange foot fungus. Even though she knew her efforts were futile, she couldn't give up this last sliver of hope. "Oh my~ How did I forget the keys here~ What a shame~ You had your chance and didn't take it~" Zhao Luyao, desperately trying to grab the keys on the ground, didn't even notice when the door in front of her opened. Her embarrassing struggle to get the keys was witnessed by the perverted woman, who even taunted her. But with the gag in her mouth and her hands and feet securely fastened to the metal K9 frame, she didn't even have the right to protest. She could only shake the metal frame beneath her, the jarring metallic clatter expressing her dissatisfaction. "Don't be angry~ Tomorrow I'll take you and the others out for some fresh air~ For today, let's let you get acquainted~" As she spoke, the woman tugged on the rope in her hand. The girls at the end of the rope, connected to their collars, stumbled in. Zhao Luyao then realized that the girls who had been restrained on the treadmill and vacuum bed yesterday were now lined up like a procession. The gas masks and latex hoods on their heads had been removed, replaced by large, solid red gags, just like the one stuffed into her own mouth. The woman showed no mercy, choosing gags of 5cm, even 5.5cm, for them. The gags, almost the size of fists, distorted their beautiful faces, causing saliva to fly and drip onto their naked bodies, sticking to the floor. The restraints on them terrified Zhao Luyao. The girls in the line were all bound together in strange positions by metal neck and wrist restraints. The slender The virgin buyer, drawn by the allure of original scent, laid eyes on Zhao Luyao's exposed feet. Her tan snow boots appeared impossibly grimy and foul-smelling, and the layers of socks peeking from the boot cuffs suggested all four pairs she'd ordered were crammed inside. In this sweltering heat, four layers of socks beneath snow boots promised an odor potent enough to drive away anyone nearby. It was a wonder how she endured it. Unbeknownst to him, beneath Zhao Luyao's coat, her hands were tightly bound by a restraint suit, her pussy, ass, and urethra stuffed to bursting with inflatable toys. Even the only remaining orifice, her mouth, was packed to the brim with stinky socks and a gag, threatening to explode. Following the password from the perverted woman's phone, she clicked open the shackles on her snow boots. Before she could even pull them off, a wave of hot, sour stench billowed out. A mere whiff turned the buyer's face deathly pale; the socks' potency far exceeded his imagination. He gingerly reached out and pulled the snow boots from Zhao Luyao's feet. The moment they were removed, sweat seemed to drip from Zhao Luyao's damp toes. The sudden, suffocating stench erupted like a bomb in the crowd. Those nearby couldn't help but stare, their judgmental and disgusted gazes piercing Zhao Luyao, who dared not lift her head. She could only pray the man before her would hurry. But he, too, seemed stunned by the smell emanating from Zhao Luyao's socks. After all, they'd been confined in the perverted woman's mid-calf boots for so long, and then, just now, they'd been subjected to a frantic run inside Zhao Luyao's snow boots. The combined foot sweat was far more than a simple sum of its parts. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!" The shame-inducing stares from the onlookers prompted Zhao Luyao to whimper softly at the man, finally drawing his attention away from the terrifying odor of the socks. He quickly grabbed the vacuum bags he held and, one by one, peeled off Zhao Luyao's cotton and nylon socks. The damp, sticky sensation in his hands was almost unbearable even for a sock fetishist like himself. The warm foot sweat smeared all over his hands. All four pairs of stinky socks were sealed into the vacuum bags, slightly improving the surrounding air quality. "Alright, I'll take the socks. You can put the boots back on as they are. Maybe I'll buy from you again next time!" The virgin buyer, experiencing this humiliating transaction for the first time, was so mortified his toes curled into the floor. He paid no mind to what Zhao Luyao was saying, fumbling to shove the cotton snow boots back onto her bare feet. The shackles were re-locked just as they were. Before Zhao Luyao could even hope for him to help her with the restraint suit or the gag stuffed in her mouth, the man had already bolted, disappearing into the crowd. Zhao Luyao was left standing alone, stunned. After a long moment, she finally registered her predicament. With her hands bound by the restraint suit, she couldn't even call for a ride, let alone speak, her voice silenced by the gag stuffed with stinky socks. Even if she wanted to return to the perverted woman, the walk alone would take at least an hour. The torment of the anal plug and the blocked urethra made even walking difficult, let alone the journey back. As more people came out for their evening stroll, staying put was not an option. Zhao Luyao could only endure the cramping in her abdomen and shuffle forward with tiny steps. Without the four pairs of stinky socks on her feet, her toes felt considerably cooler. However, the plush lining of the snow boots was saturated with foot sweat, making her bare feet feel like they were treading on moss inside, her soles constantly slipping. It would have been easier to walk barefoot than in these snow boots. The real problem was that the man had re-locked the shackles onto the boot cuffs. Otherwise, she would have long since discarded these foot-odor-infused snow boots. The cotton and nylon socks in her mouth had swollen considerably with saliva, stretching her jaw to an unbearable degree. Saliva and foot sweat uncontrollably slid down her esophagus. The foot-sweat mask on her face, now steaming with her hot breath, fermented, making the smell even more potent than when she'd first stepped out. Unable to remove any of her restrictive disguises, Zhao Luyao knew that if this continued, she would eventually be discovered. The only key to her freedom lay with the perverted woman. She could only obediently inhale the strong scent of stinky nylon and cotton socks from her mask, taste the salty tang of sock sweat in her mouth, and embark on this long, torturous journey.