Kidnapping Case

"Makoto, what happened inside?" Rinko cautiously pushed the door open, only to be stunned by the scene before her. There, curled up by the wall, was Makoto, bound by ropes and unable to move. "Mmmph! Mmm~" Makoto's arms were tied tightly behind his back, from his wrists, elbows, to his shoulders, wrapped in thick hemp rope, cinched tight in the middle with a knot. To prevent his hands from moving left, right, up, or down, the binder had looped the rope around his armpits and waist, securing his arms firmly to his body. His legs were similarly restrained, with dozens of ropes crisscrossing from his ankles, knees, to his thighs, reinforced in the middle. Seeing his mother standing at the door, Makoto's eyes filled with helpless desperation. He kicked his shoeless feet frantically, shaking his head and crying out towards Rinko. The tape sealing his mouth only allowed muffled "mmm" sounds. "Makoto!" Rinko, snapping out of her shock, was about to rush forward to free her son when a gloved hand covered her mouth from behind. "Mmph! Mmmph! (How could... there's someone else in the house!)" Rinko finally realized that Makoto's desperate struggles had been a warning for her not to approach. "You forgot to lock the doors and windows when you closed up shop, madam," a stranger's voice whispered in her ear. Rinko saw the cold glint of the knife in his hand. "If you don't want anything to happen to you and your cute son, you'd best listen to me now." "Mm, mmm..." Rinko dared not move rashly. She nodded slightly and, following the man's instructions, walked over to her son. Seeing his mother also captured, Makoto could only lower his head in despair. "Kneel down, and don't even think about running," the man pushed her, and Rinko fell to her knees on the floor. Her back to the ill-intentioned man made her feel an inexplicable panic. The man twisted Rinko's trembling hands behind her back, picked up a long rope from the floor, and looped it around her wrists, wrapping it several times before cinching it tight in the middle. He then wrapped the rope around Rinko's chest, up and down, tightly shaping her breasts and connecting it to her upper arms. "Mmph! No..." Even through three layers of clothing, the rope dug deeply into Rinko's body, making her extremely uncomfortable. Rinko unconsciously arched her chest, her full breasts appearing even more voluptuous under the binding rope. "Wait, wait, I'll give you anything you want... Mmph!" Begging was clearly useless. The man flipped Rinko over, making her sit with her back against the wall, and continued to bind her lower body with rope. From her full thighs to her slender ankles, Rinko's legs were soon caught in a tight net of ropes. After she was bound, Rinko's shoes were removed, and her feet, clad in ultra-thin nude stockings, were fumbled with in the man's hands. "Madam's body is so sexy, not like someone who's given birth at all, hehe..." The man leered, playing with Rinko's soft, silky feet, then slid his wicked hand along her thin denim pants towards her inner thighs. "Ah! Stop, please stop..." Rinko endured the shame and desperately tried to break free from the man's molestation. Beside her, Makoto, witnessing his mother's humiliation, groaned in frustration, his small feet in black nylon stockings tapping the floor with a "creak." "Ah, I almost forgot the main business," the man finally remembered his purpose. He casually gagged Rinko's cherry lips with a strip of cloth, tying the ends behind her head. After the ordeal, Rinko, losing her ability to resist, soon quieted down, breathing heavily. "Such a big house, there should be plenty of valuables... So, madam, you and your son rest here for a while, I'll be back soon." The man stroked Rinko's slightly flushed cheek, turned off the light, and left the storage room to start rummaging through the house. "Mmmph~ Mmmph..." "Mmm! Mmmph!" In the despairing darkness, Rinko and Makoto struggled desperately, trying to free themselves before the man returned. But every rope on their bodies served its purpose, restricting their movements. Even as sweat poured down their faces, the ropes showed no sign of loosening. This wouldn't do. Rinko looked at Makoto, who was still struggling, and saw a tear glinting in his eye. "It's all my fault, if only I had noticed sooner..." Rinko lowered her head in self-reproach, but it was clearly useless. She calmed herself slightly and slowly moved towards Makoto, using muffled sounds and gestures to indicate she would help him untie the ropes. Makoto, a thoughtful child, quickly understood Rinko's intention and brought his tightly bound hands in front of his mother. Now she could reach the knots! Rinko fumbled with the knots on Makoto's wrists with her limited finger movement. Although she desperately wanted to untie the ropes quickly, the man's professional binding skills and the tight knots on her own wrists restricted her movements, making the process exceptionally difficult. Soon, Rinko was covered in sweat from her struggles. The ropes, soaked in sweat, tightened further, rubbing against her fragrant flesh. "Mmmph... Mmmph..." Rinko let out anxious whimpers, while Makoto silently cheered his mother on in his heart. "Creak, creak," the sound of ropes rubbing against their bodies grew more frequent. (Just a little more... almost there...) Just as Rinko was on the verge of untying the knot, the door suddenly opened. "Mmph!" Mother and son's eyes widened simultaneously as they looked at the doorway in terror. Standing there was the man, having finished his search. "Oh? Still quite energetic, aren't we?" The man noticed the loosened knot on Makoto's wrist and approached them with a cold smile. "Mmmph..." The mother and son's struggles seemed so powerless in the man's eyes. He walked over and re-tightened the loosened ropes, shattering Makoto's hope of escape. "It seems I was a bit careless," the man grabbed Rinko's hands, still wriggling behind her back, and tightly bound her arms to her waist, further restricting her movements. He then picked up the tape at hand and tightly wrapped both of Sei's small hands together. Rinko's hands were also forced together, the tape winding densely around her palms and ten fingers. This way, even if she could still feel the knot, Rinko wouldn't be able to untie it. "Mmmph... mmmph..." The mother and son, having completely lost hope of escape, could now only make the tape on their hands rustle. "Heh heh, madam, your helplessness is truly exciting to me." The man grinned wickedly and also bound Rinko's wriggling, beautiful feet with tape. Rinko struggled helplessly for a moment before giving up. As for Sei, the man looked at the delicate-looking boy and wickedly pulled off the black nylon socks from his feet. After being worn all day, the socks had a distinct boyish scent. The man frowned, tied Sei's toes with a thin string, and then crumpled one of the socks into a ball, pressing it against his face. "Mmph!!!" Sei desperately shook his head, trying to wrench his face away from the man's grip on the sock. However, the man's hand did not loosen; instead, it pressed tighter. "Mmph~ Mmph..." Sei, suffocating from the stench of his own socks, found his struggles weakening considerably. Seeing that Sei had lost the will to resist, the man secured the sock over his nostrils and wound tape around it, circle after circle, until he was sure Sei couldn't shake off the smelly sock. Then, he covered Sei's mouth and nose with a gag. Under such severe restraint, Sei's voice and breathing were limited to the extreme. He gasped for air, forced to reduce his struggles to slow his breathing. The man picked up the other sock and walked towards Rinko. Rinko saw what he had done to her son and knew she couldn't escape. "Madam, savor the scent of your son's smelly socks." As expected, the man pressed the sock to Rinko's nose, secured it with tape, and then tightly fastened a thick gag. Every breath Rinko took was accompanied by the smell of the socks. "Hoo... hoo..." Mother and son clung to each other in despair, lacking the strength to even move a finger. Seeing them finally subdued, the man reached for Rinko's chest again. "What a marvelous sensation... Your husband must be very happy, hehe!" The man squeezed Rinko's breasts forcefully, experiencing an unprecedented softness. "Mmph! Mmmph! (No! Stop it!)" Rinko desperately twisted her body, bound tightly by the ropes, unaware that this would only excite the man further. "Madam's body is so sensitive~ Hehe! It looks like you haven't been pleasured by a man in a long time." The man's hand gradually moved under Rinko's apron, touching the most sensitive private parts of the married woman. "Mmm~!" Rinko's face instantly flushed, and a deeply shameful moan escaped her throat. The man continued to caress her there incessantly, observing Sei's reaction. Sei watched with a blush, wanting to tell him to stop but utterly helpless. "What, seeing your mother being played with excites you, doesn't it?" Sei vehemently shook his head in denial, but the man firmly gripped his chin, scrutinizing his features. "You resemble your mother, both in looks and in the cuteness of your body." As he spoke, he pressed his hand firmly against Sei's gag, admiring the cute, flushed face from his struggle for air, only releasing it when Sei was about to pass out. "How does it feel to have your breathing restricted? Ah, quite a strong reaction, isn't it?" The man stroked Sei's body and then forcefully covered his mouth and nose again. "Mmph~ Ugh... Mmm!~" Sei's mind became muddled from the lack of oxygen. Now, he could only desperately try to breathe through the heavy restraints on his face. Almost unable to catch his breath, with a strange man molesting his body, Sei felt himself becoming strange too. "Is that all you can take? I'm not done playing yet!" The man worked with both hands, perversely playing with the unfortunate mother and son simultaneously. The dim room echoed with Sei and Rinko's pained gasps and moans. When the man stopped his actions, the two innocent victims could only manage weak moans and feeble struggles. The man, seemingly not yet satisfied, looked around and took two large black cloth strips from his pocket, covering their eyes. "To leave such a beautiful wife and such a cute son alone at home... what an irresponsible fellow..." "Mmmph! Mmmph..." Rinko and Sei weakly shook their heads. Deprived of their sight, they could no longer distinguish anything around them. The man looked at the helpless mother and son and walked out again. When he returned from outside, he was holding two extra-large burlap sacks. He pulled the sacks tightly over both of them and wound rope around the outside, circle after circle, to prevent the sacks from coming off. The limited space within the sacks was further compressed, pressing almost completely against the mother and son. After the series of bindings and torments, Sei and Rinko had completely lost the strength to struggle, curling up in the sacks, afraid to move. The man leaned close to their ears and whispered with a lecherous grin, "In that case, you'll come with me obediently. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you both." Inside the sacks, the two let out inaudible moans. They likely had no idea what it meant to fall into this man's hands. "Come on~! Let's go!" The man hoisted the two still-wriggling burlap sacks, weighing them. They were neither too heavy nor too light, just right to be placed on the back seat of a motorcycle. "Mmmph! Mmmph..." Rinko and Sei's bare feet writhed in terror. The man watched their helpless, futile struggles, his desire growing. After finishing the breakfast her mother prepared, Xiao Wen sat on the sofa, watching TV while waiting for Xiao Qi to arrive. Just as she was feeling bored, the doorbell rang. Xiao Wen excitedly hopped over to open the door, thinking it was Xiao Qi. She had forgotten her mother's usual instruction to first check through the peephole. As soon as the door opened, Xiao Wen froze. Standing outside were not Xiao Qi, but three strange men. They were all wearing loose tracksuits, leather gloves, and baseball caps, with their faces obscured by black masks. They were also carrying large and small packages. "You..." Xiao Wen was about to ask who they were when the leader pushed the doorframe, and the other two men seized the opportunity to squeeze in with their bags, quickly subduing Xiao Wen. "Help! Mmph..." Xiao Wen realized she had encountered bad guys and tried to call for help, but one man clamped his hand tightly over her mouth, preventing her from making a sound, while another twisted her hands behind her back and held them. "Mmph mmph! Woo woo woo..." Xiao Wen desperately kicked her legs, her slippers flying off, but the leader had already closed the door and entered. The three men worked together to carry her to the living room. The leader then squatted down and smiled, saying, "Little girl, didn't your mother teach you not to open the door for strangers?" Xiao Wen looked at him in terror, not knowing what they intended to do, but she continued to struggle. The man covering her mouth said fiercely, "Don't move, or I'll kill you!" Xiao Wen trembled with fear. She remembered her teacher telling them to stay calm when encountering bad guys and not to provoke them, so she dared not move anymore. The leader quickly took out two zip ties and bound Xiao Wen's wrists and ankles. He then sat her on the carpet and, with another man, emptied the contents of their backpacks. The fierce-looking man held Xiao Wen's waist with one hand to prevent her from struggling, and the hand covering her mouth pressed harder, making it difficult for her to breathe. "Woo woo..." Xiao Wen watched helplessly as the men pulled out large bundles of cotton rope, women's stockings, silver tape, black and white cloth strips, and four dark blue sleeping bags. Knowing she was about to be tied up, she cried out in despair. The leader approached Xiao Wen with a roll of tape and a bundle of rope. He said, "Little girl, don't cry. Just come with us obediently. If your face is tear-streaked, you won't fetch a good price." Only then did Xiao Wen realize she had encountered human traffickers and could only shake her head desperately, begging them to let her go. But the man had already torn open the tape's seal and began wrapping it around Xiao Wen's ankles, spiraling upwards. After covering her knees, he lifted her skirt and continued wrapping the tape up to her thighs before stopping. He then used a brown cotton rope to replace the zip ties, wrapping it around Xiao Wen's taped-up, immobile ankles and knees four times and knotting it securely. Xiao Wen shyly wriggled her legs, trying to pull her skirt down, but found her legs completely encased in tape and rope, unable to be separated or bent. The man smoothed her skirt, came behind her, and looking at her restless, tender little hands, took out two pairs of flesh-colored stockings and put them on her hands one by one. He then balled her small hands into fists and wrapped them with tape, forming two small silver balls. Next, he cut off the zip ties on her wrists and used tape to bind her arms together, soon making it impossible for Xiao Wen's arms to move apart. The man then brought Xiao Wen's arms close to her waist and tightly wrapped them with tape, reinforcing them with several loops of rope around her wrists and body before tying a tight knot. Xiao Wen tried to move her limbs, but the tape all over her body rendered her immobile. The tight cotton rope, through the tape, bound her joints, effectively restricting her movement without injuring her delicate skin. Meanwhile, the man behind Xiao Wen pinched her cheeks and forcefully stuffed a pair of white cotton socks into her small mouth. The socks pressed down on Xiao Wen's tongue, preventing her from uttering a single word. The man then picked up another pair of black stockings to fill the remaining space in Xiao Wen's mouth and wrapped several layers of tape around her mouth. For added security, he tightly covered the tape with a white cloth strip and tied it at the back of her head to prevent Xiao Wen from spitting out the gag. Under such tight confinement, Xiao Wen was completely despairing. She sobbed softly, waiting for the traffickers' next move. The traffickers blindfolded Xiao Wen with a black cloth strip and laid her flat on the carpet, leaving the fierce-looking man to guard her. The other two began ransacking the house. Xiao Wen dared not move, afraid of angering the traffickers, only occasionally letting out a sad whimper or shifting her stiff body to find some comfort. After more than half an hour, the doorbell rang, and a gentle female voice followed, "Xiao Wen, Mommy forgot her key. Come open the door for Mommy." The traffickers immediately stopped what they were doing and whispered, "Brother Sun, what do we do?" "Don't worry. We heard she's also a beauty. We'll take her too. Third Brother, keep an eye on the little girl!" Third Brother immediately clamped his hand tightly over Xiao Wen's mouth, preventing her from making any sound. The other two traffickers went to the door and looked out through the peephole. Standing outside was Xiao Wen's mother, Wang Meiling. She was wearing a beige high-necked striped sweater, slim-fitting jeans, and red low-cut boat shoes, revealing her smooth, toned insteps. Seeing a beautiful woman in her forties with well-maintained skin and figure, her permed and dyed short hair curled slightly to frame her face, and an elegant, refined appearance, the traffickers' lust was immediately ignited. They suddenly flung the door open and dragged Mrs. Wang into the house. "Mmph mmph!" Before Mrs. Wang could react, a man covered her mouth, twisted her hands behind her back, and tightly wrapped them with tape. Her shopping bag fell to the floor. She was shocked to see two masked men beside her, and her daughter Xiao Wen, also bound tightly, lying on the living room floor, her mouth muffled with faint "woo woo" sounds. At this moment, the man called Brother Sun spoke, "Madam, if you don't want your daughter to be harmed, cooperate with us!" Seeing her nod, he continued, "I'll loosen your mouth in a moment. You will answer our questions honestly. No screaming, understand?" Brother Sun released his grip on her mouth and asked, "Where are your valuables?" Mrs. Wang coughed a few times and said nervously, "Big brothers, I... I don't know. My husband will be back soon. Please leave..." Brother Sun sneered, "Hmph, you think we don't know your situation? Your husband won't be home until next month. Stop trying to fool me, speak!" Xiao Wen behind her let out a pained groan. It turned out Third Brother was choking her. Mrs. Wang quickly begged, "No, don't hurt her! I'll tell you, I'll tell you! The cash is in the bedroom, along with some bank cards. I'll take you to get them..." She looked at Xiao Wen in the man's arms with heartache. Fortunately, she was no longer in immediate danger and was lying on the floor, catching her breath. The traffickers escorted her to the bedroom and began their search. Mrs. Wang watched as they packed all the valuables into their bags and said helplessly, "Big brothers, you've got the money. Please let us go. We won't say anything." Brother Sun walked over and gagged her with a white cloth strip, saying, "Let you go? Mothers and daughters like you are hot commodities. Why would we let you go so easily?" Only then did Mrs. Wang realize they were human traffickers. She tried to flee with her unconstrained legs, but was quickly subdued by the traffickers. The traffickers also put short stockings on her hands and used tape to bind her arms straight behind her back. Then they pushed Mrs. Wang to the ground and removed her boat shoes, revealing a pair of flesh-colored stockings. It turned out Mrs. Wang was wearing warm flesh-colored pantyhose. They used tape to bind her feet, ankles, knees, and thighs tightly. They then took out a new roll of tape and began wrapping it closely from her neck downwards, covering her chest, waist, knees, and ankles... Soon, Mrs. Wang was wrapped into a silver mummy, completely immobilized except for her head and silken feet. Mrs. Wang was an adult, so the traffickers dared not be careless. They took out two long ropes and tightly wrapped them around her arms and legs for more than a dozen turns before tying them securely. Now, it was impossible for her to break free from the restraints. Disregarding her desperate cries, two traffickers, one holding her head and the other her feet, carried her to the living room and made her sit back-to-back with her daughter Xiao Wen, then tied them together. The mother and daughter slumped helplessly on the floor, groaning in pain, praying for someone to rescue them. The man chuckled at her reaction, his eyes glinting with lust. He slowly peeled away the gag from Xin Xin's face, removing the object from her mouth. Her lips finally free, she coughed weakly, her tear-filled eyes pleading with the man, "Please... please, Uncle, don't torture me anymore. It hurts so much..." The man, however, seemed invigorated. His hands didn't stop. As he listened to Xin Xin's soft, doll-like whimpers, he whispered in her ear, "Heh heh, you can't blame me. Who told you to be so cute! Ah, it's just irresistible... If Big Sister hadn't ordered me not to touch you, I would have..." Hearing his words, Xin Xin's face flushed even redder, tinged with fear as she wondered what he intended to do. Just then, a pained moan from Mrs. Gu in the next room suddenly erupted, then quickly fell silent. Xin Xin, thinking her mother was in some kind of trouble, cried out involuntarily, "Mom!" The man quickly covered her mouth, scolding, "You little brat, I was going to give you some relief, but it seems you don't need it!" He pulled a uniquely designed black gag from his pocket. It had sturdy leather straps on both sides, with a split ball gag in the middle. The semi-circular part was attached to a long, rod-like object, with a wicked protrusion at the tip. Xin Xin's eyes widened, and she struggled to shake her head, trying to avoid the gag. The man snarled, "Open up!" and released her to shove the rod into Xin Xin's mouth. "No... Uncle, I won't speak, don't gag me..." Before Xin Xin could finish, the man thrust the rod into her mouth. Xin Xin's small mouth was immediately forced open, the plastic rod slowly probing deeper into her oral cavity, pressing down on her tongue, leaving her with only helpless whimpers. The man, however, wasn't in a hurry to gag Xin Xin's mouth. He held Xin Xin's chin with one hand, inserted the rod deep with the other, then slowly withdrew it. After a few back-and-forth motions, the thick plastic rod was coated with Xin Xin's saliva. "Mmm... no... gurgle... it feels so bad... gurgle..." The violation of her mouth made Xin Xin feel utterly ashamed, tears streaming down her face. She used her last ounce of strength to plead and struggle, but the man pressed down on her body with even more force, churning the plastic rod inside her mouth. "Mmm! Cough cough... mmm mmm..." Xin Xin moaned in distress, but her body became increasingly unresponsive. The stimulation from the knots beneath her grew more effective, and the intense shame ignited her inner being, causing her face to flush again. "Hoo hoo, your body is quite sensitive, perhaps you like this?" the man said with a lecherous grin. Xin Xin tried her best to shake her head and deny it, but the sounds that escaped were embarrassingly transformed into comfortable moans, causing the man to tighten his grip on her delicate body, the rod in his hand ceaselessly churning inside her mouth. Xin Xin struggled to endure the pain of nausea and the pleasure of being violated, her mind gradually going blank... After an unknown period, the man stopped. Xin Xin lay limp on the bed, her eyes half-closed. Her clothes and underwear were soaked, and she no longer had the strength to even moan. The man didn't go further, but slowly pushed the long gag into Xin Xin's throat. Xin Xin's face contorted in discomfort, instinctively trying to spit out the gag, but the man quickly pulled the straps to the back of her head and fastened them. Xin Xin's mouth was forced into an "O" shape, unable to close, not only rendering her speechless but also allowing saliva to drip from the corners of her mouth. She let out a few weak hums and then stopped struggling. The man carefully lifted her and carried her to her mother's bedroom. Xin Xin weakly opened her eyes and saw her mother lying listlessly on the bed, her high heels scattered on the floor, her hands bound tightly behind her back, her upper arms wrapped and pressed close to her body with ropes. The kidnapper had deliberately勒ed several ropes around her chest, forcing her to arch her breasts. Then, a rope was led from between her breasts, connecting the upper and lower ropes together and tightening them, accentuating the curve of her chest. Mrs. Gu was forced to arch her chest, her breathing clearly labored as her chest rose and fell. The kidnapper had meticulously bound her long, shapely legs, reinforcing the knots from her ankles to her thighs with two or three loops, then tightening them in the middle and connecting all the loops together, preventing her legs from bending or struggling. Her mature and sexy legs, encased in stockings, were also restrained. Thin ropes were wrapped around her elegant arches five or six times, then wound around three times between her feet before being tied in a knot, preventing her feet from separating or moving sideways. Only her ten full and rounded toes wriggled futilely at the tips of her stockings. Xin Xin saw that her mother also wore a sturdy rope pant around her waist and had a different semi-circular gag in her mouth. Her face showed distress, and she let out weak whimpers, realizing her mother must have experienced what she had. She let out a couple of helpless hums. Hearing her daughter's voice, Mrs. Gu struggled to lift her head, seemingly searching for Xin Xin. The man holding Xin Xin placed an eye mask on her, and Xin Xin struggled fearfully. A woman beside them quickly took her, adjusting the eye mask while comforting her, "Don't fuss, don't fuss. How about you sleep with Mommy?" Xin Xin indeed quieted down considerably. The kidnappers had the mother and daughter lie on their sides facing each other on the bed, aligning the semi-spherical ball gags in their mouths. The two ball gags were then attracted by a powerful magnet, and Xin Xin's face pressed against her mother's, making her feel a little shy. The kidnappers picked up several long ropes, first connecting their necks to prevent their heads from moving erratically. Then, they brought their chests together and wound the ropes around their upper bodies, tightening them at the waist. As their chests pressed closer, the roots of their ears gradually turned red. Finally, since Xin Xin was shorter, her feet were tucked beneath her mother's knees. The kidnapper pressed her small feet flat and tightly bound her ankles to her mother's calves with ropes, ensuring they could not be separated. After completing all this, the woman covered the helpless mother and daughter with a blanket and whispered, "Sleep well." She then turned off the lights and led the other kidnappers away to collect the money. In the darkness, the mother and daughter struggled to move, but all they could do was squirm within the tight ropes and stockings, their fingers and toes bound and unable to move. "Mmm..." They occasionally let out whimpers that neither could understand. The specially made gags pressed their faces together, their mouths, each holding half of the same ball gag, were almost kissing. Warm saliva flowed into each other's mouths, making them feel incredibly ashamed yet unable to escape. "Mom, I'm sorry..." Xin Xin thought regretfully, feeling uneasy about having dragged her mother down. The helplessness she felt from being violated earlier surged back, making her realize how long it had been since she had been so intimately "close" to her mother. Her mother's soft lips, full breasts, and the smooth stockings on her legs felt both familiar and strange, filling her with despair yet also a hint of warmth. She sobbed softly in her mother's embrace. Mrs. Gu also gradually realized that escape was hopeless and quieted down, comforting her frightened daughter with gentle "Mmm~ mmm~" sounds. Thus, in their complete and comfortable restraint from head to toe, the mother and daughter listened to each other's gentle breaths, felt each other's body heat, and fell asleep, utterly exhausted... "Mmmph!" Yuanyuan kicked her little black-stockinged feet, whimpering in surprise. She couldn't believe her teacher would lead her into danger. She turned her head to the side and saw her mother being muffled and pinned to the floor by a tall masked man, while another masked man approached her from behind with a rope. Mrs. Zhao also sensed the masked men's intention to bind her, twisting her head and grunting desperately, thrashing her still-mobile, stocking-clad legs, trying to call for help. But the dance studio walls were soundproofed, so her muffled cries and struggles wouldn't be heard by anyone outside. The masked man finally managed to clamp her legs together, tightly wrapping a hemp rope around her ankles five times, then bringing the rope vertically between her legs for three more wraps, pulling it taut, and tying a secure knot. Mrs. Zhao felt her legs lose their freedom and struggled with all her might, but was held down firmly by the kidnappers, unable to move. The masked man continued to manipulate the rope, binding Mrs. Zhao's knees and thighs similarly, wrapping them horizontally several times before vertically between them, then tightening forcefully. Finally, a long rope connected all the loops, rendering Mrs. Zhao's legs unable to separate even slightly, nor could she make any significant movements. The masked man on top of her released his hand from her mouth. As soon as Mrs. Zhao cried out, "Help!" a large wad of clean pantyhose was stuffed into her mouth. The masked man slowly pushed the remaining stocking outside her mouth into her mouth until her oral cavity was completely filled, allowing only a faint whimper. He then tore off several strips of silver tape and sealed her mouth. The other masked man twisted her hands behind her back and clasped them together, binding them with three ropes at intervals from her wrists to her shoulders, then connecting them in the middle and finally securing them tightly to her body. He lifted the immobilized Mrs. Zhao into his arms. Mrs. Zhao squirmed fearfully, desperately trying to escape. The kidnapper took out a large handkerchief, poured some liquid from a brown bottle onto it, folded it into a square, and pressed it tightly against Mrs. Zhao's face. "Mmmph! Nngh..." Mrs. Zhao's eyes widened in pain. She struggled fiercely a few times, cast a desperate glance at her daughter beside her, and then, with glazed eyes, fainted. Seeing her mother bound and unconscious, Yuanyuan realized she had encountered human traffickers and became very anxious, struggling desperately herself. However, the kidnappers had already tied a rope loop around each of her wriggling ankles and then tightened them sharply, forcing Yuanyuan's legs tightly together, making it impossible to struggle. The kidnappers placed her on the floor. One continued to bind her legs tightly with rope, while the other picked up a red gag and stuffed it into her mouth, pulling the straps to the back of her head and fastening them. "Mmm, mmmph!" Yuanyuan's small mouth was forced open into an 'O' shape, her tongue pressed under the gag, rendering her silent. Saliva involuntarily flowed out, causing her great shame. The kidnapper clamped her hands, twisted them behind her back, crossed them horizontally, forming a 'U' shape, and tightly wound rope between her arms before tying a secure knot. "Mmmph~~~ It hurts~~~ Mmmph" The rope dug into Yuanyuan's arms, causing her to cry out in pain. But the kidnapper showed no mercy, and after binding her arms tightly, began to wrap rope around her upper arms, crossing over her chest and connecting to her upper body. By the time the kidnappers had used all the rope, Yuanyuan's body was completely wrapped in snake-like hemp, as if she were wearing a straitjacket made of rope, completely immobilized. The kidnapper pressed down on her still-wriggling little head, lifted her chin, and said, "Little girl, be quiet! Or you'll never see your mother again!" Yuanyuan was so frightened that she quieted down. She watched as the kidnapper placed the drugged handkerchief over her mother's mouth and nose, tied it at the back of her head, then covered her slightly closed eyes with two pieces of gauze, securing them with tape. Just as Yuanyuan's hope of escape dwindled, the two kidnappers each picked up her and Mrs. Zhao and walked towards the inner part of the small room. It was then that she was shocked to discover that all her classmates and their mothers had also been kidnapped by these human traffickers! The classmates had already changed into tight training outfits – blue for the boys and pink for the girls. They wore slightly transparent white pantyhose on their legs, clearly having been attacked in the changing rooms. Like Yuanyuan, they were all bound tightly by dense ropes, like mummies, unable to move. Their arms were bound behind them in a 'U' shape, and their legs, clad in white stockings, were so tightly constricted that they writhed on the floor with difficulty. Their eyes were taped shut, and they wore cloth masks covering their faces from nose to chin, allowing only extremely faint whimpers. No wonder so many people were bound here, yet not a sound could be heard outside! Their mothers, however, faced even more severe restraints. Their arms were bound behind them in a straight-arm bind, and ropes were tightly wrapped around their chests, forcing their full breasts forward. Their stockinged legs were also constricted by dozens of ropes, leaving no room to separate them. The ladies' faces were completely covered with tape and handkerchiefs, and they hung their heads, clearly unconscious. They were placed against the wall, back-to-back with their children, ready to be boxed up later. Yuanyuan and her mother were also placed in a corner. As soon as she sat down, she struggled desperately. The kidnappers tried to control her, but she kicked them a few times. One kidnapper, cursing, brought a roll of tape. He first pinched her restless little hands into a ball, then, with the help of other kidnappers, folded her body until her lower legs were pressed tightly against her thighs, and her knees against her chest, before wrapping tape around her body layer by layer. The tape became tighter and tighter, almost binding Yuanyuan into a small ball. Yuanyuan, having trained in dance, had a flexible body, but she couldn't endure such torture. Soon, she cried out "Mmmph~" in pain. Fortunately, the kidnappers stopped in time. Yuanyuan now looked like a silver ball, with only her head, little feet, and round buttocks exposed. As the kidnappers put a mask on her and taped her eyes shut, they also wrapped tape around her black-stockinged feet twice. Once finished, Yuanyuan had completely lost her freedom, even the ends of her limbs were securely bound, only her toes, encased in stockings, could still wiggle slightly. She felt the mask minimize her breathing and the sounds she could make, unable to even gasp for air with a little force. The kidnappers looked at the helpless, wriggling little loli, patted her buttocks with a wicked grin, and taunted, "Move! You can't, can you! Serves you right for being restless!" Yuanyuan struggled and whimpered helplessly a few times. Feeling that escape was hopeless, she gave up resisting, tears of shame and unwillingness streaming down her face. The kidnappers straightened her body and placed her beside her mother, preparing to deal with the last mother and daughter pair. "Cough, cough... Xiao Meng, hurry... hurry and find a way to call the police. I'll untie Mom's ropes..." Ding Haoze swallowed, struggling to stand up to free his mother. I nodded and went to my mother's side, wanting to use her phone to call the police. Seeing my mother's unconscious state, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken. I gently pushed her shoulder and whispered in her ear twice, trying to wake her up, but it was all in vain. No choice, I had to focus on finding the phone. I searched all over my mother's pockets but couldn't find it. Had the kidnappers taken it? Damn it, what should we do now! Just as I was at a loss, I suddenly heard Ding Haoze exclaim, "Mom, Mom! You're awake!" I looked over at him and saw Aunt Li groggily shaking her head, making confused whimpering sounds from her mouth. Ding Haoze gently tore off the tape from his mother's eyes. The moment they looked at each other again, I saw the joy of surviving a disaster on their faces. While I felt envious, a hint of loss also crept into my heart. But with adult help, our chances of escape were much greater. Just as I was about to step forward to help Aunt Li untie her ropes, the door to the examination room suddenly burst open. Seeing this, Aunt Li knew the kidnappers were back and desperately "woo-wooed" at us, wanting us to escape quickly, but it was too late. The three kidnappers quickly came from behind the screen. Seeing that we two had actually broken free from our ropes, they rushed forward without a word and tackled me and Ding Haoze to the ground. Just as we were about to cry for help, they clamped their hands over our mouths. The two men in black nimbly twisted our hands behind our backs, took out zip ties from their pockets, and with a gentle click, our wrists were securely bound together, impossible to separate. The woman also quickly tore off two pieces of black tape and sealed our mouths. Then they bound our ankles together with zip ties and used shorter zip ties to cinch our thumbs together. The nylon zip ties were much stronger than the ropes before. The slightest movement caused a piercing pain where they were cinched, rendering us powerless. Now, Ding Haoze and I could only lie on the ground, not daring to move. "You actually managed to untie the ropes I tied myself, you're quite something~" The woman picked up the ropes scattered on the floor and looked at us lying on the ground with a gaze that was neither praise nor mockery. Ding Haoze and I exchanged a mournful glance, knowing we were completely trapped. But the two men temporarily let us go and walked towards the mothers sitting by the wall with a large pile of binding props. Just as the men were binding us with zip ties, Aunt Li had been angrily kicking the man pressing down on Ding Haoze with her flat-shoed feet. So, after we were subdued, she was the first to suffer. Aunt Li looked at the two men walking towards her with anger in her eyes, wanting to resist but unable to break free. One of the men in black went behind Aunt Li, encircling her still wriggling waist with one arm, and covered her face with a white towel soaked in an unknown liquid with the other. "Mmph! Woo woo woo woo~!" Aunt Li, with her mouth and nose covered, let out muffled cries and struggled desperately in the man's arms. At this moment, the other man also reached out and firmly pressed down on her still kicking feet, restricting her movements. "Woo woo! ...Mmph嗯..." Aunt Li struggled in pain for a while, but eventually succumbed to the anesthetic's effects and closed her eyes in resignation, falling unconscious. "Mmm woo! Woo woo woo~!!!" Witnessing his mother's ordeal, Ding Haoze writhed and moaned anxiously on the floor until he was kicked by the woman and quieted down. "Watch closely. It'll be your turn soon." The woman stood between us with interest, looking down at everything happening beneath her. The man removed the towel from Aunt Li's face and cupped her chin, examining her face closely. After confirming she was truly unconscious, he lecherously praised, "Tsk tsk, we hit the jackpot. Such a beautiful young woman delivered herself right to our doorstep." The other man chimed in. They took out ropes and reinforced Aunt Li's bindings. Since Aunt Li's arms were bound together behind her back, after reinforcing the ropes around her arms and chest, the men then brought her palms together and used thinner ropes to bind each of her ten fingers individually. Immediately after, they stretched open two flesh-colored stockings and slipped them, one by one, onto Aunt Li's clasped hands, then tightly wrapped them with black electrical tape on the outside. After dealing with Aunt Li's upper body, they moved down her legs: her thighs and knees, encased in white tight pants, and her bare calves and ankles were all reinforced with several loops of rope. Finally, they reached Aunt Li's feet, removed her white flat shoes, revealing a pair of delicate and alluring bare feet. "Oh~ this young woman's feet are so tender," the man said with a lewd grin, caressing Aunt Li's warm, fair, jade-like feet. Ding Haoze roared furiously at the man playing with his mother's feet, but it was useless. Whether out of caution or perversion, the two men then used very thin cotton ropes to tightly bind Aunt Li's ten toes together, and then wrapped several layers of black tape around the soles of her feet. Now Aunt Li was truly unable to escape, but the men's work was far from over. They tied a rope around Aunt Li's waist, then pulled the excess rope out from below her navel, tied a firm knot in the middle, and passed it down between her legs, connecting it to her wrists bound behind her back. As the rope tightened, Aunt Li's face showed a look of discomfort, but it quickly faded, replaced by a blush. As if their gagging of Aunt Li wasn't tight enough, they tore off three more strips of black electrical tape and carefully applied them to Aunt Li's already taped lips. Then, they used white medical bandages to tightly wrap around her mouth layer by layer, until everything below Aunt Li's nose was completely covered by the snow-white bandages. Only then did they fold the white towel they had used to knock her out into a square and place it over her nose, finally covering her mouth and nose with a large piece of white silk. My mother and I were very worried if Aunt Li could still breathe normally, but judging from the steady rise and fall of her chest, our worries were likely unfounded. The two men adjusted the white silk cloth covering Aunt Li's face, then took out two balls of clean medical cotton and pressed them onto Aunt Li's eyes. After securing the cotton with thinner medical tape, they then wrapped bandages tightly around Aunt Li's eyes for about ten circles, finally covering them with a black strip of cloth, and tying the ends of the strip behind her head. Under such tight restraint, no one could easily break free. The men placed the securely bound Aunt Li into a sack, tied the opening, and then picked up their tools and approached my mother. By this time, my mother had also mostly regained consciousness. The moment the two men touched her body, she thrashed in terror, letting out pitiful whimpers from her gagged mouth. One of the men in black held my mother's upper body, cupped her chin, and whispered something in her ear, likely threats and intimidation. After hearing this, my mother nodded obediently and quieted down, no longer struggling. The men then smoothly reinforced all the restraints on my mother and covered her crossed hands behind her back with short stockings, then tightly wrapped them with tape. Afterward, they removed my mother's red high heels and began to play with her alluring, sheer-stockinged feet. My mother's face turned bright red from their actions, and she wanted to struggle but could only writhe her smooth, sensitive, stocking-clad feet in shame. After the two men had their fill, they bound my mother's feet together with tape. Immediately after, just as they had done with Aunt Li, they layered her mouth with black electrical tape and medical bandages. Then, they took out a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose that looked like they had been worn for a long time, poured some transparent liquid on them, and tightly covered my mother's face with them. She only had time to cough a few times before the man gripped her chin tightly, shoved his thumb into her mouth, and began stirring it around violently: “You know what to do in a moment, right? Hmm?” “Mmm~…… Mm-hmm……” Lin Xuewen was still blindfolded, so she could only force herself to suppress her nausea and nod helplessly. Only then did the man rise slowly, remove the dance shoes and blindfold from Lin Peiya’s face, and untie the rope connecting her ankles to the chair leg. Having spent an entire day in that hell of darkness and foul odors, she was finally able to see her older sister again, and for a moment, her eyes welled up with tears. 　　 　　Unfortunately, this heartfelt moment failed to move the man. With a wicked grin, he pulled french fries, a hamburger, and chicken nuggets from a bag nearby and placed them at Lin Peiya’s feet. Then, holding up his phone and pointing it at them, he said, “Come on, little sister, it’s time to use those little feet of yours to feed your older sister. ” Lin Peiya shot the man a disgusted glare, but seeing her older sister—so starved she could barely stand upright—kneeling at her feet, greedily sniffing the scent of the food, she had no choice but to obediently pick up a piece of chicken with the tips of her toes and slowly feed it into her sister’s mouth, even though she was deeply reluctant. Exhausted by the endless training, Lin Xuewen was already starving; she had no time to care about the humiliation of being fed by her sister’s feet, simply swallowing the food in big mouthfuls. Lin Peiya’s slender, delicate feet inevitably gave off the scent of sweat-soaked soles, yet Lin Xuewen showed not the slightest sign of disgust. Even after she had finished the food her sister had picked out for her, she still licked her younger sister’s stocking-clad feet with fervor—from the damp toes to the smooth, delicate instep. Her insatiable tongue work sent Lin Peiya trembling uncontrollably with unbearable itching. 　　 　　“That’s right, that’s it. My little sister’s stocking-clad feet are delicious, aren’t they? You’d better take this chance to lick them some more~ Hehe… And you, little lady, you’d better learn a thing or two from your big sister from now on~ ” The man’s exaggerated comments made Lin Xuewen even more restless and made it even harder for her to hide her fascination with her younger sister’s little feet in stockings; Lin Peiya looked shyly at her sister’s enchanted, foot-obsessed expression, but with lingering reservations in her heart, she clearly couldn’t yet understand the pleasure in it all. Her little face was red and burning, and her mind was in such a jumble that she didn’t know what to do. The man with his twisted sense of humor quickly switched the sisters’ positions; Lin Peiya, sitting cross-legged and tied to the floor, had no choice but to obediently eat the food her sister fed her with her black-stockinged feet… 　　 　　Late at night, Lin Xuewen and Lin Peiya lay in bed, enjoying a rare moment of rest. Even while resting, they were tightly bound face-to-face: in addition to the ropes that originally restrained their hands and feet, several more ropes tightly connected their necks, chests, waists, knees, and ankles; The sisters each had a pair of stainless-steel mouth rings clamped between their lips, the leather straps on either side of the rings securely fastened at the back of their heads, forcing both girls to keep their little mouths open and helplessly swallow each other’s warm saliva. Lin Peiya would occasionally feel her older sister’s soft little tongue brush against her own, making her so embarrassed that she kept pulling her head back—but the connected mouth rings tugged Lin Xuewen’s head toward her, leaving her utterly unable to avoid her sister’s sweet tongue. Lin Xuewen also—whether intentionally or not—slid her tongue into her younger sister’s completely defenseless little mouth, swirling it around and even entangling it with her shy little tongue, refusing to pull away for a long time. 　　 　　“Mmm… mmm… mmm…” Lin Peiya, her face flushed crimson, panted nervously. Her sister’s intimate actions set her ablaze with desire, causing her to struggle even more fiercely. Unfortunately, the restraints binding their entire bodies pressed the sisters closer and closer together; the physical contact between them made Lin Peiya feel incredibly hot. Coupled with the vibrating egg “buzzing” in her chest, the vibrating massager in her crotch that wouldn’t stop pulsing, and the urine that had been building up in her private parts for so long—all of it was teasing her fragile nerves. Finally, amid waves of soft, breathy moans, the two sisters reached their climax one after the other… “Huff—huff—…” Completely drained of energy, Lin Peiya leaned wearily against her sister’s chest, her body and forehead already drenched in sweat; her white school uniform and flesh-colored pantyhose, soaked through until nearly translucent, clung stickily to her, enveloping her petite, young frame. Feeling the warmth of her sister’s body and the scent of her sweat, Lin Peiya gradually settled into a state of calm. After all, in this dim room where no one could find them, her sister—who shared her plight—was her only source of comfort. 　　 　　“Ugh… mmm~…” Equally exhausted, Lin Xuewen gently rubbed her younger sister’s small feet with her own jade-like feet clad in black stockings, as if to soothe her weary soul. Lin Peiya soon drifted off to sleep under her sister’s soothing touch. In that hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, she felt as though something deep within her heart was gradually melting away… 　　 　　Day after day passed. Just as Lin Xuewen and Lin Peiya were beginning to think they would spend the rest of their lives here, one evening the man said to them, “All right, little slaves, it’s time to take you to meet your new master.” 　　 　　“New master? Oh no, does he plan to sell us off…?” Lin Xuewen thought mournfully as she stood on tiptoe. She was quickly picked up by the man and laid flat on the bed, then the restraints between her legs were untied, leaving only the dense, secure web of ropes binding her upper body. Just as Lin Xuewen was feeling a bit bewildered, the man carried Lin Peiya over to her feet. He placed Lin Peiya—still tightly bound—head-to-toe between Lin Xuewen’s legs, her slender, stockings-clad legs pressed together and resting on her sister’s body, while her petite, adorable stocking-clad feet were positioned directly in front of her sister’s nostrils. Three days later, in a rented room with locked doors and windows, and curtains drawn tight, the bound Lin sisters writhed in the darkness. Lin Xuewen, the elder sister, clad in a white mini-dress and black thigh-high stockings, was suspended in the center of the room by ropes. Her arms were held in a reverse prayer position behind her back, her hands taped together. The intricate web of ropes, a kuro-shibari, had crumpled her dress, and her long, slender legs were bound tightly together in the black stockings. Four pink vibrators were taped to the sides of her nipples, while two oval-shaped ones buzzed beneath the crotch rope. A large massager was fixed between her legs, constantly stimulating her private parts. Several long ropes circled her neck, wrists, and chest, connecting her upper body to a hook on the ceiling. A sweat-stained old dance shoe, taped over her eyes and the dirty dance socks that covered her face, left A moment later, Niijima Sae, wrapped in a bath towel, emerged from the bathroom. She was combing her freshly dried, long gray hair as she headed for the bedroom to change. However, before she could even reach the living room, the scene before her froze her in her tracks, utterly stunned. Her sister, Niijima Makoto, appeared to have lost consciousness, lying motionless on the floor. Her wrists and ankles were tightly bound with silver tape, then pulled together and secured. "Mako! Mmmph...!" Niijima Sae was about to rush forward to free her sister when a white towel, reeking of strong chemicals, was pressed firmly over her mouth and nose from behind. Sae gasped in surprise, then desperately tried to pry away the attacker's arms and kicked her bare legs in an attempt to break free. However, a large amount of ether vapor still flowed into her lungs through her struggling breaths. Sae quickly felt dizzy, her hands and feet, which had been fighting so hard, gradually losing all strength. In the last moment before losing consciousness, she only caught a glimpse of the attacker behind her: an adult woman wearing a black hood... "Mmm..." When Niijima Sae slowly awoke from the haze, she found a large red gag in her mouth. The leather straps on either side were securely fastened behind her head, and the massive, solid ball completely stretched her red lips into an "O" shape. Saliva uncontrollably dripped from the corners of her mouth, forming a small wet patch on the floor. The bath towel that had been wrapped around her had been removed and discarded, replaced by a black lace lingerie set and black seamed stockings she kept hidden in the deepest part of her closet. Sae instinctively tried to reach up and remove the gag, only to discover her arms were twisted behind her back and bound in a "reverse Daikokuten" position. Dense brown ropes crisscrossed her body, leaving no part untouched: her neck, shoulders, armpits, chest, and wrists and elbows were all bound. Even her fingers, painted with purple nail polish, were forced into a prayer-like position and tightly wrapped with tape. Furthermore, Sae could clearly feel someone wrapping more ropes around her powerless, stocking-clad legs. Unwilling to accept her fate, she used her newly recovered strength to writhe and struggle, but a persistent, stimulating friction from between her legs quickly interrupted her movements. A sturdy rope had been tied between her thighs, and any slight movement would tug at the knots, causing an unbearable, itchy sensation. "Mmmph? Mmmmmm..." Just as Niijima Sae was sinking into despair over her predicament, her sister's moans immediately drew her attention. Niijima Makoto, still bound by tape, had woken up, but her mouth was sealed shut, rendering her unable to speak. Circles of silver waterproof tape were wrapped around her mouth, stuffed full of black fabric. Sae looked closely and realized that what was stuffed into her sister's mouth was her own black seamed pantyhose, which she had changed out of earlier! Since Makoto's mouth couldn't accommodate the entire pair, the excess stocking tips were piled beneath her nose, forcing her to constantly inhale the scent of her sister's foot sweat and nylon. Seeing her sister's distressed expression, Niijima Makoto tried desperately to struggle, but her hands and feet were bound together, and her fists were also taped into small silver balls, rendering her immobile. She could only watch helplessly as her sister was bound tighter and tighter, unable to do anything. After Niijima Sae's thighs, knees, calves, and ankles were tightly bound together in a dense rope net, the masked woman forcefully bent her legs forward, then used a short rope to connect her wrists and ankles. As the ropes tightened, Sae's body became taut to its limit, arching like a shrimp, her toes, encased in the stocking tips, nearly touching the back of her head. "Mmm~~~!" Niijima Sae, with only her stomach touching the floor, let out a pained groan. The intense restraint made stars flash before her eyes, and more saliva uncontrollably streamed from her gagged mouth onto her chest. Her firm breasts appeared even rounder and fuller under the embrace of the rope net, swaying slightly in the air with her struggles. At this moment, the masked woman who had drugged her sauntered up to her, placed the tip of her foot under Sae's chin, and mockingly watched her pained expression as she said: A moment of dizziness passed, and I found myself waking up on a soft, small bed! The heavy restraints from before were gone, replaced by a pair of leather bondage gloves that cuffed my hands in front of me. Though my fingers were completely encased and immobile within the gloves, the thin chain between my wrists finally gave me a little room to move. "Where am I...!" I exclaimed in surprise, only to find a gag still stuffed in my mouth, its straps securely locked behind my head with a small padlock. My balled-up fists were useless for removing it. On top of that, the high-tech collar around my neck transformed my voice into a girlish squeal, instantly flushing my face. The prostate massager fixed in my rear by the chastity device pulsed with a weak current, a constant reminder of its presence. Agitated, I scanned the room for a tool to remove the gloves, but the entire space contained only dim lighting, the bed beneath me, and a large floor-to-ceiling mirror at the foot of the bed. I peered into the mirror curiously, only to see a cute "girl" with light purple eye makeup, lipstick, and a bun hairstyle sitting on the bed like a duck! She was wearing a bright red qipao that barely covered her crotch, long white silk gloves extending to her elbows, and her slender, smooth legs were encased in white stockings with a rosy tint, held up by garters. Her delicate, doll-like feet were imprisoned in 10cm red stiletto heels with locks, resembling the "Chinese prostitutes" depicted in erotic manga. "Is this... me?" I leaned closer to the mirror in disbelief, examining my own alluring face, slick with drool from the gag, my slender figure perfectly sculpted by nutrient solution and the maids' training, and my black hair, grown to a girl's length from not being cut for a while... If it weren't for my aroused cock straining the hem of the qipao, I might not have believed that the person standing in front of the mirror was a genuine boy! "Where is this... No... I need to find Mom and the others quickly!" After a brief moment of shyness, I began searching for a way to escape. To my surprise, the room door wasn't locked! I fumbled with the door, my gloved hands clumsy, and a narrow corridor appeared before me. Though I suspected a dragon's den lay ahead, I inexplicably stepped onto this path of no return, stumbling in heels I couldn't remove. My legs felt weak from the prolonged restraint, let alone walking in these 10cm stilettos. I practically crawled, finally managing to reach a wall and stagger into a spacious, brightly lit hall. As my eyes adjusted to the dazzling lights and I took in the scene, I was utterly dumbfounded: The hall displayed many nude female sculptures, similar to those in art exhibitions, but most were unfinished. Some were even still struggling feebly on their display stands. The walls surrounding the hall were covered with the raw materials used to create these sculptures: living people, unable to move, encased like cured meat in latex vacuum beds! Their physiques varied, but most were held in mummy or frog-like positions within the vacuum beds, gagged without exception, with foreign objects clearly visible in their private parts. The tight, opaque latex film outlined the curves of their faces, breasts, waists, hips, and even toes. A breathing tube extending from the gag was their only connection to the outside world. Beneath the vacuum beds hung large headshots and identification information of the individuals. Among them were child stars and famous actresses who had strayed from the path, just like us. There were also sexy and charming model sisters who had stood out in beauty pageants, and even a heroic and statuesque muscular female police officer. Just watching these bodies writhe and struggle in the vacuum beds caused my qipao to tent. "Damn... my body is becoming so sensitive..." Just as I noticed the changes in my body and tried to calm down, my intuition led me to spot a familiar figure among the countless latex bodies. Although her face was completely obscured by black latex, her plump, well-rounded figure, her shy and flustered struggles, and the beautiful, conspicuous identification photo beneath the vacuum bed made me recognize her instantly: "...Mom... is that you?" I tentatively stepped forward and touched the body with my gloved hands. The poor woman in the latex bed immediately writhed fearfully like an eel and emitted a muffled, familiar groan through her breathing tube. "It really is Mom... Ugh!?" Before I could recover from the joy of reunion, the prostate massager in my rear was suddenly cranked to its maximum setting! My mother in the vacuum bed seemed to have a switch triggered, and after a series of painful spasms, her body tensed and she climaxed. And under the resonant frequency of her climax, I was caught off guard and followed suit! "No, this won't do... I have to... rescue Mom quickly... Ugh!" After my release, I collapsed onto the carpet, my body weak, and could only pant, watching the wet hem of my qipao. Just then, two familiar figures, one large and one small, had unknowingly appeared before me: "Auntie... Cousin... You're not... again, are you?" "Mmph! ...Mmmph~!!" As the three women's bellies gradually distended, their usual spirited demeanor gave way to pained groans. Only then would the masked woman withdraw the tube, waiting for the enema fluid mixed with excrement to drain before repeating the process until the fluid expelled was clean. After cleaning the female officers' private parts, the masked woman redressed them in their torn pantyhose and fitted them with custom stainless steel chastity belts. She then used matching urethral plugs and anal beads to restrict their excretions. Afterward, she unhooked them one by one from the hooks, reconnected their ankles with rope ties resembling shackles, restoring their ability to walk but limiting their stride to prevent escape. Finally, the rope nooses around their necks were linked together with a long rope, and the masked woman led them like a line of prisoners towards the basement. "Mmm~! —Mmm~! — (Damn these heels, my feet are killing me!)" Officers Sato and the other two were utterly spent, forced to stumble down the stairs in their 10cm high heels, arriving at the basement entrance. A thick, pungent odor of sweat and foulness assaulted their senses, and the scene before them made their eyes widen in shock: Rows upon rows of female victims were secured to custom restraint racks in the dimly lit basement! The racks forced them to kneel, their upper bodies propped on the supports. Their necks, waists, knees, and ankles were locked in iron collars, their arms twisted behind them and bound. They were forced into a humiliating, spread-legged kneeling position, unable to move. Among the victims were acquaintances of Officers Sato and the others. Besides Kazuha Toyama, whom they had seen in the parking lot earlier, even the "Queen of Litigation," Eri Kisaki, in her purple OL uniform and black pantyhose, and her high school daughter, Ran Mouri, were among them! These women, usually so elegant and beautiful, were now barely clothed. Their tops had been roughly torn open, and their nipples were fitted with vibrators or breast massagers with internal brushes. Their skirts, regardless of length, were hiked up to their waists, exposing the ripped crotches of their pantyhose. Their underwear was long gone, replaced by various sex toys or dildos fixed to vibrating machines, thrusting in and out of their moist openings. Their mouths and noses were stuffed tightly with each other's used pantyhose and high heels, forcing them to desperately inhale the suffocating stench of each other's shoes and socks with every breath, emitting choked, nauseating gasps. Each victim wore a sealed leather blindfold and earmuffs. The headphones continuously played erotic recordings mixed with brainwashing messages, designed to shatter their minds in their despair... "...Ugh... (No...)" "Waaah... (H-help me...)" "Mmm~... Mmm~... Hnnngh~♥... (Yes... I am a lowly foot slave... Hnnngh~♥)" Most of the victims in this situation had already lost the ability to resist due to continuous forced orgasms, passively enjoying the endless "caresses" from their sensitive areas, occasionally whimpering through the foul-smelling shoes and socks before their faces. Kazuha, still a high school student, couldn't withstand such stimulation. Restrained by the iron frame all over her body, she could only feel her private parts becoming unbearably itchy and wet in the darkness. Simultaneously, she listened to the lewd moans of other victims and the brainwashing ASMR through her headphones. The smell of foot sweat and arousal in front of her nose and in her mouth sent her into continuous orgasms: "...So, so smelly... but... so good... Mmm-oh~♥... Heiji... Ran... Someone, someone save me, Hnnngh~♥~..." At the same time, two ragged figures caught Sato's attention. A female detective with a丸子头 (bun hairstyle), wearing a purple shirt, white suit jacket, and black pants, and a long-haired female traffic officer in a blue traffic police uniform were imprisoned in restraint chairs on the other side of the basement! Their hands were raised above their heads, suspended from clasps on the restraint chairs. Their legs, encased in uniform pants, were spread wide to the sides, their ankles secured with ropes at the same height as their wrists. Their calves and knees were also bound to the sides of the restraint chairs, forcing their legs wide open. The fabric at their crotches was long gone, exposing their smooth, hairless vulvas to the world. Electric anal plugs, identical to those used on other victims, and vibrating machines with dildos attached to their tips, were furiously ravaging their already wet and sticky private parts. Their tops were ripped open down the middle, and their exposed nipples were shamefully clamped with badge holders bearing their respective police IDs. They were Uehara "Mom! Mom! Wake up, Wang Mingxuan he..." Zhao Xicheng anxiously shook his mother's arm, trying to wake her. However, just as he focused all his attention on the front, a brown stocking, emitting a strong medicinal smell, covered his mouth and nose tightly from behind. Zhao Xicheng immediately realized that Wang Mingxuan had attacked him. He struggled desperately, even trying to kick Wang Mingxuan, who was hiding behind him, with his white-socked feet. But he had already inhaled several mouthfuls of ether vapor in his panic, and his struggles were of no consequence to Wang Mingxuan. The boy's body quickly went limp uncontrollably under the drug's effect. Wang Mingxuan looked at Zhao Xicheng, who was gradually losing consciousness and slumping into his arms, and a sinister smile spread across his lips... "Mmph!" When Zhao Xicheng suddenly woke up, he was horrified to find himself securely restrained on a reclining chair padded with leather. His clothes had been stripped off, leaving him only in a pair of white briefs. A black leather straitjacket, appearing from nowhere, tightly wrapped his upper body. The sleeves, without openings, completely encased his arms, then crossed and were secured behind him, pulled down from his sides. A large leather restraint covered him from his tightly pressed crotch down to his ankles. Sturdy red leather straps cinched around his joints, firmly securing his leather-clad body to the chair. Seeing this, Zhao Xicheng instinctively wanted to scream for help, but only then did he realize that a metal, circular gag was in his mouth. Straps on either side of the gag were tightly fastened behind his head, turning his words into meaningless "woos" and causing clear saliva to dribble from his wide-open mouth. Helpless, Zhao Xicheng looked around and found himself in the attic he had visited before, with the mattress where Teacher Qin and her daughter lay opposite him. And his mother, Yang Qianping, was currently restrained on another reclining chair beside him! Her body was completely wrapped from neck to ankle in transparent plastic wrap, her hands taped tightly to her sides, and then secured to the chair with restraint straps. A large electric vibrator was pointed directly between her legs; although not yet activated, it was destined to be anything but peaceful. A pair of size 38 nude stockings lay naturally splayed at the end of the recliner, her toes painted with red nail polish faintly visible through the reinforced tips of the nude hosiery. This mature and beautiful married woman was clearly still unconscious. A white cloth was tied between her tender lips, her mouth bulging as if stuffed, and her eyes were covered with a black blindfold. The mastermind, Wang Mingxuan, was currently straddling her waist, putting a pair of earmuff-style noise-canceling headphones on her and securing the last strap on the back of the chair around her forehead. "Woo! Mmm woowoo!?" Zhao Xicheng, filled with rage, roared at Wang Mingxuan, but it was useless. Hearing the commotion, Wang Mingxuan calmly turned his head and said with a wicked grin, "Yo, you're awake, classmate Zhao. How is it, feeling comfortable in your new outfit?" "Mmm woowoo! Woowoo mmm woowoo! (You pervert! Let me and my mom go at once!)" Zhao Xicheng struggled and yelled on the recliner, looking as if he wanted to fight Wang Mingxuan to the death. Wang Mingxuan unhurriedly climbed off Aunt Yang, put his hands on his hips, and said contemptuously to Zhao Xicheng, "Tsk, you're really noisy when you're awake. It seems I need to find a way to make you quieter." He then walked to the mattress where Teacher Qin and her daughter lay, bent down, and gently sniffed the soles of their stockinged feet. "Hmm! Classmate's original stockings fermented well today, so I'll use hers~" Wang Mingxuan said as he unfastened the restraints on the lower half of the stockinged mummy, revealing her slender legs, soft and limp, wrapped in several layers of stockings. Wang Mingxuan painstakingly peeled off the layers of white cotton socks, mid-calf stockings, and thigh-highs from the outside, including the innermost white pantyhose. He then put back all the socks except the pantyhose, layer by layer, in their original order, put on a new pair of white bubble socks on the outside, and finally re-wrapped her lower body in a nude stocking sleeping bag, securing it with heavy restraint gear. He then picked up the white pantyhose, completely soaked in sweat, the tips yellowed and stiff, and walked to Zhao Xicheng. Then, under his horrified and ashamed gaze, he crumpled the stockings into a ball and stuffed them into his mouth, which was forcibly held open by the gag. "Gurgle—! Gurgle woowoo..." Zhao Xicheng's eyes welled up with tears from the pungent smell of the original stockings. He couldn't believe Wang Mingxuan would be so perverted as to stuff the class monitor's smelly socks into his mouth! The innocent shota writhed his head in pain, emitting muffled groans from his throat. "That's right, much quieter now~" Wang Mingxuan said with another wicked grin, taking a pair of crystal short stockings removed from Teacher Qin's feet and Aunt Yang's purple high heels left by the door. With a pair of scissors, he cut off the white briefs that were the only thing covering Zhao Xicheng's crotch, exposing his naked genitals. Zhao Xicheng's face turned red, and he tried to shake his head to stop him, but his head was also tightly secured by straps, making him unable to move. Ignoring his weak resistance, Wang Mingxuan directly inserted a lubricant-coated prostate massager into his anus. As the switch was activated, Zhao Xicheng's face inevitably showed a shy expression, and shameful moans could not be suppressed. His little thing downstairs also consciously began to rise slowly, and the mushroom head even started to secrete clear liquid. Seeing this, Wang Mingxuan's smile became even more sinister. "Hey, hey~ Are you that sensitive? Just developing your rear end has made you like this. What will you do when there's something more stimulating later?" As he spoke, he poured a large amount of lubricant into Teacher Qin's two crystal short stockings and then, prying open the stocking tops, slipped them onto Zhao Xicheng's rigidly erect member. He then positioned Aunt Yang's high heel's heel cup directly over Zhao Xicheng's disheveled, stocking-clad member, and finally wrapped the thigh-high stockings around it to secure it. The masked woman led the three Sato officers to a row of upright electric care beds. She untied their upper bodies one by one, then forcibly raised their handcuffed hands above their heads, securing them to the bed's headboard with ropes. The ankle restraints were tightened again, with excess rope wrapped around their heels and the hollows of their soles, binding their stocking-clad feet, still in high heels, together. Straps on the bed and its sides further secured their bodies, leaving the three women unable to move, lying supine on the soft mattresses. Officer Sato struggled again, unwilling to accept her fate, but all she managed to do was jiggle her breasts, encased in a purple lace bra. "Save your strength, Officer Sato. Soon you'll be like them, a mindless, unresisting slave, only capable of lewd moans like a heat-struck sow~" The masked woman fondled Officer Sato's round, full breasts with one hand, while with the other, she forcefully inserted a dildo, fixed to a vibrator beneath the bed and positioned between Sato's legs, into the corresponding hole of the chastity device. "Mmmph~! Mmm... Mmm... Mmmph~!" As the motor whirred to life, Officer Sato, her private parts being repeatedly thrust into, couldn't help but let out soft moans, her face flushing red. The two female traffic officers beside her were also subjected to the vibrator's relentless assault, their moans echoing, "Mmm~ Oh~!" The masked woman checked the restraints on the three women one last time before pressing a button by the bed. The upright mattresses slowly lowered to a horizontal position. The female officers' posture shifted from standing to lying down, while the vibrators beneath them continued their rumbling rhythm. "Phew~ After all this work, my feet can finally rest~" the masked woman said, bringing over a high stool and settling herself comfortably in front of Officer Sato's bed. She then removed her black, red-soled high heels, revealing a pair of glistening, coffee-colored, sweat-dampened feet that seemed to emit a faint white steam. "This will be the first step in your journey as my foot slaves. Now, properly deodorize them for me~" "Waaah!?" Before Miyako Yumi could react, one of the high heels, bearing the imprint of her damp, sweaty foot, was clamped onto her face in her terrified gaze! "Mmph mmph mmph mmph!! Mmmph—!!!" Despite the acrid stench from the shoe's interior making her eyes roll back and her desperate struggles, she couldn't stop the masked woman from using tape to secure the high heel, soaked in the suffocating odor of foot sweat, to her face. Next was Miike Naoko, who watched this unfold with tears in her eyes, utterly powerless. As the nauseating, original-scented high heel was forced onto her face, this usually pure and sweet female officer couldn't help but let out a muffled groan of pain, like a sow. As for Officer Sato, who still wore a defiant expression, the masked woman grinned wickedly and lifted her glistening, coffee-colored feet, emanating a potent, sour sweat odor, and stomped them onto Sato's face. "Guh! ...Mmmph... Mmph mmph! ...Mmmph..." Officer Sato, being stepped on by a perpetrator for the first time, struggled frantically. However, her entire body was tightly bound by ropes and straps, and all she could do was make the handcuffs attached to the headboard clang loudly. The masked woman alternately rubbed and stomped her sticky, sour, and smelly feet on Officer Sato's face, then slightly lifted them. Just as Officer Sato let out a sigh of relief, she would press down even harder, forcing the disobedient "Flower of the Metropolitan Police Department" to inhale deeply the potent foot odor mixed with the scent of the high heel's leather and her own body. At the same time, she cranked the vibrators beneath the female officers to their highest setting. With the intensifying mechanical roar and increasingly perverse olfactory humiliation, Officer Sato's body soon arched in extreme pain. As the masked woman once again blocked both of her nostrils with the foul-smelling sole of her stockinged foot, the unyielding female officer let out a resentful, delicate moan under the perpetrator's stinky feet, and then, with a full-body shudder, she climaxed... "Heh heh~ Very good. You learn quickly~" The masked woman looked with satisfaction at the limp and exhausted Officer Sato beneath her feet, as well as the other two panting, internally shattered beautiful female officers. She leisurely took out her phone and dialed a mysterious number: "Hello? The merchandise your boss wanted is all here. Send the truck over..." After an unknown amount of time, when Officer Sato opened her eyes again, she found her black commuter shoes, the ones she wore when kidnapped, neatly arranged before her. Her body was folded into a "Z" shape and crammed into a small metal cage in a kneeling position. She tried to move her aching limbs, but found her wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles were held by a powerful resistance, preventing any movement. Helpless, she could only lift her head with difficulty to look around. To her dismay, she saw that all the victims, including Yumi and Naoko, were crammed into cages like herself, kneeling. Their necks were secured in round openings on the front of the cages, padded with impact-absorbing material, leaving only their heads exposed, wearing latex full-head hoods or gagged with horse muzzles. In front of each of them were their respective shoes – sandals, high heels, or uniform shoes – worn during their abduction. Their arms were tightly bound to metal rings at the back of the cages with handcuffs and ropes, fixed in a straight-arm-behind-the-back position. Metal rods, padded with soft material, ran horizontally inside the cages, both above and below. The upper rod was positioned between their arms and bodies, pressing on their backs and forcing them to bend over, kneeling on the padded base. The lower rod was placed behind their knees, securing their legs together and restricting their spread. The back of the cages also had three padded round openings, but these were used to restrain the victims' specially designed chastity devices, their high-arched, stocking-clad buttocks, and their stockinged or high-heeled feet. Inside the chastity devices, various plugs or sex toys were naturally fitted to better control the victims' excretions and deplete their energy. Officer Sato understood: this method of restraint could only mean the kidnappers were preparing for a complete transfer, and with this, the police's chances of finding them would be slim to none. "Mmmph!!—Mmm..." Officer Sato struggled and screamed with all her might, but her mouth was also fitted with a horse-style gag. Even if she screamed until her voice was hoarse, all she could do was let out muffled grunts like a sow and drool helplessly. "Heh, still so energetic when death is at your doorstep." The masked woman's glistening, coffee-colored, red-soled high-heeled feet reappeared before Officer Sato's eyes. Unfortunately, she couldn't even lift her head to see the face of her tormentor. Officer Sato could only watch as the masked woman squatted down, took a sticky, stiff, and very familiar coffee-colored thigh-high stocking, fitted it onto a phallic-shaped rubber plug, and forcefully shoved it into the opening of her gag. "Gurgle—" The sudden oral assault nearly made Officer Sato pass out. She felt the stocking-covered rod, slick with foot sweat, thrust deep into her throat. Just as she was about to adapt, it was pulled out halfway, then began to rhythmically thrust in and out, clearly intended to tease and humiliate her. Only when Officer Sato was finally tormented into "Hoo~!" cries, tears and saliva streaming down her face, did the masked woman fully insert the plug. She then closed the stopper on the gag and proceeded to rub a pair of dirty, smelly short stockings, peeled from other victims' feet, into a chalk-like consistency, forcefully stuffing them into Officer Sato's nostrils, bit by bit. Now, Officer Sato's mouth, nose, and entire