Tale of the Bound God

I sift through my memories and discover a cultivation technique. It's quite interesting. According to the technique, I need to continuously kidnap and imprison beautiful women, then torment them. Their suffering will be converted into my energy, allowing me to break through my cultivation realms. The realms, as described in the technique, are Warrior, Master, Grandmaster, Saint, Emperor, and God. Each realm is further divided into early, middle, and peak stages. "Looks like I'm heading down a rather unsavory path," I muse, finding the sudden influx of memories both amusing and exasperating. "No time like the present. I'll definitely reach the pinnacle of martial cultivation!" As with any business, the first bit of capital is the hardest to acquire. Kidnapping the first woman is the most challenging. I've just gained these memories and am only at the early Warrior stage. Any Master-level cultivator could obliterate me in an instant. For my first abduction, I should target someone with lower combat power. As I ponder, a graceful figure suddenly appears in my mind. Yes! My beautiful English teacher, Mu Chanjuan. Next, I need to figure out how to kidnap my beautiful teacher. My body has recovered quite well, so I check out of the hospital and head home. My family lives in a villa in the suburbs. My parents are merchants, always chasing profits, and are constantly traveling the world for their businesses. They only return once a year, during the Lunar New Year. This villa will serve as my prison for beautiful women. Back home, I contemplate how to lure my beautiful teacher into my trap. After much thought, I realize the only way is to trick her out and drug her. No sooner said than done. I immediately order a batch of restraints online – ropes, handcuffs, gags, collars, and the like. I also purchase a dog cage from a pet store. Two days later, all the props arrive. Everything is ready; all I need is my beautiful teacher. The next day, I call Teacher Mu, inviting her out for a meal to thank her for her past care. She scolds me, telling me to focus on my studies and not on such trivial matters. But with my persistent pleading, she finally agrees. We arrange to meet at a Western restaurant in the city tonight. At four in the afternoon, I take a shower, put on a brand-new suit, groom myself, and drive off in my car. Upon arriving at the restaurant, I find Teacher Mu is already there. It seems time is almost up, and Teacher Mu will wake soon. I need to secure her quickly. First, I put handcuffs and leg shackles on her. To prevent her from screaming when she wakes, I decide to put a gag in her mouth. Then, I carry her into the iron cage and secure her with the collar. Looking at Teacher Mu, bound by metal, my male hormones surge. Teacher Mu is like a meticulously carved work of art – noble, sacred, and exuding an aura of aloofness that keeps others at bay. I am utterly captivated. Teacher Mu's eyes seem to flutter. She's about to wake up. To hasten her awakening, I decide to do something. I approach her beautiful feet, reaching through the cage, and tickle the soles of her feet. Teacher Mu rubs her feet together, trying to alleviate the strange sensation. Soon, her eyes open. She looks around, clearly understanding her predicament. Her eyes widen in disbelief. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph..." Teacher Mu makes a sound, seemingly searching for someone to speak to, to understand her situation. I approach her. Seeing me, Teacher Mu is even more shocked. She writhes violently and glares at me. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph..." She seems to want to say something, but the gag distorts her voice into this sound. "Teacher Mu, I'll take out your gag. Don't struggle or scream. Otherwise, believe me, you'll suffer." I smile at her. "Besides, there's no one for miles around here. Screaming is useless. If you understand me, nod your head." I think my smile is kind and gentlemanly. But to Teacher Mu, it's like that of a demon. You can see the fear in her eyes. She finally nods. I remove the gag. Teacher Mu coughs violently from wearing it for so long, drooling profusely. She then calms her breathing, seemingly reverting to her ice-cold demeanor. "Do you know this is illegal?" she says, looking at me coldly. Seeing my silence, she continues, "I'm your teacher. Let me go, and I won't call the police. I won't tell anyone." I smile slightly, looking at Teacher Mu. "Don't worry, Teacher Mu. I absolutely... will not let you go. It would be a waste to have such a beautiful woman in my hands and not enjoy her." "What do you want to do?" Teacher Mu instinctively inches backward. "I want you to experience struggle and pain," I say, looking directly at her, enunciating each word... Chapter 2 Midnight. In the villa bedroom, the beautiful Teacher Mu's limbs are bound to the four corners of the bed with ropes. A gag is in her mouth, and her eyes are blindfolded. She struggles wildly on the bed, emitting muffled sounds. I watch from the bedside as her struggles gradually turn to despair. I remove Teacher Mu's gag and the silk stocking covering her eyes. Seeing the light again, Teacher Mu shows a flicker of relief. But when she sees my slightly lewd smile, she realizes she's still in hell. Teacher Mu loses her usual aloofness, becoming somewhat wronged and helpless. "He Ming, please, let me go. I promise I won't call the police if you let me go. Please, sob sob sob..." Teacher Mu can't control her emotions and starts crying. "Teacher Mu, why are you crying? It's as if I've bullied you." As I speak, I approach her beautiful feet, staring at them and smiling. "Looks like I need to find a way to stop you from crying." Teacher Mu seems to see my intention and frantically tries to pull her feet away, but she's bound by ropes, making it futile. "What are you doing? You can't.... Hahahaha.... You can't tickle my feet.... Hahahaha!" "So Teacher Mu is ticklish. I saw you crying sadly, so I thought I'd make you laugh. Laughter is good for your health," I say with a smile. "Hahahaha... I won't cry anymore... Hahahaha... Please... please... Hahahaha... Stop tickling me... I can't take it anymore... Hahahaha!" Teacher Mu struggles violently. Her limbs are restrained, so her struggles are in vain. Her breathing becomes rapid, her chest heaving up and down, which I watch with lingering fascination. "Teacher Mu is truly captivating. I'm almost reluctant to let you go. How about this? Be my little slave. Wouldn't that be nice?" I look at Teacher Mu. "If Teacher Mu disagrees, I'll have to continue to trouble you." "No... Hahahaha... I'm your... hahaha teacher... You can't... do this hahaha... This is... hahaha illegal..." Teacher Mu shakes her head fiercely, responding to my proposal with even more violent struggles. "My dear Teacher Mu, since you refuse, I can only continue to torment you. I have plenty of time anyway." I give her a sinister grin. "At least tonight, Teacher Mu, you'll have to suffer a bit."

"Then you will continue to be tortured like this." I said to the schoolgirl with a smile before turning my eyes back to Teacher Mu, who looked at me with a wary face and asked "What are you looking at me for, are you trying to torture me again." "Teacher Mu is really smart." With that, I took out another pair of black high heels and handed them to Teacher Mu, saying, "Teacher Mu, this is for you, put it on." Teacher Mu looked at me with fear and timidly asked, "Can I not wear them." "Even the school's flower has brought it, how can you not wear it. Wouldn't I be biased?" I said smilingly to Mr. Mu, and then looked back at the schoolgirl, the schoolgirl shouted "hahaha ...... must let ...... hahahaha Mr. Mu... ...hahahaha bring ...... or else ...... hahahaha ...... I will be unbalanced... ...hahahahaha" Teacher Mu looked at the schoolgirl with a helpless face, but eventually compromised and obediently put on his shoes, then I locked Teacher Mu's shoes. I brought Teacher Mu on top of a torture device. It was a wooden shackle that was fixed to the ground, and Teacher Mu's hands and head were all restrained on top of the shackle, and the restraint of the shackle made it necessary for Teacher Mu to bend over, so that she could only pout her little ass. In order to treat everyone equally, I also took out a pair of five kilogram shackles and put them on Teacher Mu. "Master, it's already hard enough for me to be like this, just don't use that high heel for me anymore okay?" Teacher Mu looked at me with a pitiful face. Before I could say anything, the schoolgirl next to me opened her mouth and shouted "No ...... hahahahaha ...... Teacher Mu must ...... hahahaha ...... have to use it." I smiled and said to Mr. Mu, "No way, the schoolgirl told me I must use it, if you want to blame it, go blame the schoolgirl." "Yu Ruo you ...... hahahahahaha ...... master don't ...... not can't stand it... . hahahaha ...... spare me ...... hahaha" "Hahahaha ...... have Mr. Mu ...... accompany me ...... hahahaha ...... I'm much happier ...... hahahahaha" "Yu Ruo ...... hahahaha ...... I now ...... feel ...... hahaha ...... tortured you before ...... hahahaha ...... tortured lightly ...... hahaha " I took a section of the leather whip from the wall, then walked behind Teacher Mu, towards Teacher Mu's ass, and snapped it. Mu teacher was startled by this, his face reddened and looked at me, asked "You have ...... hahahahaha ...... been torturing my ...... hahahaha feet had ...... hahahahaha ...... how to still hit me ...... hahahaha." "I am your master, what do I want to do?" I looked at Teacher Mu with a smile on my face. Teacher Mu also resigned herself to her fate and lowered her head and laughed there. I walked over to the schoolgirl and waved my whip at her. The school flower a fearful look at me, asked "What do you want to do ...... hahahaha ...... don't use ...... hahahaha ...... hahahaha ...... I'm afraid of pain ah ...... hahaha" "That can not be by you ah" I took the small leather whip and hit the schoolgirl, the schoolgirl was violently stimulated by the whip, twisting this small waist want to avoid the attack of the whip, but the hands are confined, feet with five kilograms of shackles, feet are also wearing intolerable high heels, completely unable to move. Therefore, one can only watch the leather whip fall on his body, and the strength of my leather whip is just right, not letting the schoolgirl's body receive damage, but also letting the schoolgirl feel pain. "Hahaha ...... you don't hit ...... hahaha ...... it hurts... . hahaha"

This is a rather large house, a full 500 square feet, not only is there an office area, a torture area, there is also a small prison room. At this moment, I was sitting on the office chair, looking at a wooden box in front of the desk. In the torture area next to me, there is a beautiful woman being tightly bound, the rope is connected to the roof, making the beautiful woman can only land on her toes. Constantly twisting her body to gain balance. This beauty was Medusa. The wooden box is not ordinary, its name is "magic box", it is a special tool for transporting heavy female prisoners. Inside the box was divided into three sections by wooden boards, the female prisoner in the box was on the head and foot shackles, hands were also fixed by the belt, the lid and both ends of the box can be opened, this design is to facilitate the handover - female felons are generally confidential, can not be opened to all the box to identify the body, the escort personnel in the handover of only need to open the soles of the feet of the female prisoner, the wooden door, tickle a few times, the female prisoner's feet, the wooden door, the female prisoner's feet, the female prisoner's feet, the female prisoner's feet. During the handover, the escorting officer only needs to open the wooden door on the bottom of the female prisoner's feet, tickle the soles of her feet a few times, and see the female prisoner's feet struggling to prove that she is still alive. I walked over and opened the wooden door at the bottom end, inside a pair of foot shackles were bound two girls' feet, the shoes on the feet were nowhere to be found, only two white cotton socks wrapped around the tiny feet, the bottom of the socks had a light yellow footprint, it seemed that the girl hadn't changed her socks for a few days. I nonchalantly scratched the soles of the two white socks, the two small feet like a silver fish jumped up, the box came out of the vague "whimpering" sound. Played for a while the female prisoner's small feet, I opened the top of the wooden door open, the woman has a beautiful country. She had a gag in her mouth and seemed to be uncomfortable with the sudden sunlight. Eyes tightly closed. After a while, only slowly opened her eyes. Seeing me, unusually angry, let out a whimpering sound, and tried to struggle, but the role of the head shackle, so that the woman can not move a little. This woman was Mu Cain Juan. "Want to talk?" I said to Teacher Mu with a smile. Teacher Mu nodded with difficulty in agreement. I then removed Teacher Mu's gag ball and gentlemanly wiped Teacher Mu's saliva. "You asshole! You let go of me! It's so hard in here!" When she got her breath back, Ms. Mu cursed at me. "Teacher Mu, you need to be clear about your current situation." I said, walking to the bottom of the wooden box and tickling Teacher Mu's exposed white socked little feet. "Hahahahaha... Hahaha .... Don't tickle .... Hahahahaha .... Hahaha .... Itchy ah ..... Ha ha ha ha .... Hahaha..." "Still so arrogant?" "Not arrogant anymore ..... Hahaha .... Ha ha ha ha ..... I was wrong .... Hahaha .... Haha... Stop scratching... Hahaha... Hahaha... "Call out to the master and listen." "Hahaha .... Hahaha .... Master... Master .... Don't scratch ..... Hahahahaha .... Haha..."