Tightrope Gaiden (Harry Potter)
It was impossible not to notice. In addition to her naked body, the woman wore a black leather collar around her neck. A large red gag also hung around her neck. There were still strangulation marks from the gag strap at the corners of the mouth. It was a turn on to look at. Not only that, but the woman was bound with rope. White nylon rope was wrapped around the woman's chest in a figure eight. The rope was strangled tight.
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Where did Fey go... Anxiety and unease rippled through the girl's restless heart. But she couldn't move an inch, left alone in the dark silence. Her hands were rendered useless by a single glove that fit with unimaginable precision, preventing even the slightest finger twitch. On her ankles, clad in white stockings, two sets of shackles were connected by short chains to the ends of the single glove. Only by sitting on the chair in a duck-like pose, extending her legs as far back as possible and arching her chest, could she alleviate the strain on her arms. However, maintaining this wide-legged, semi-suspended posture for an extended period was not easy. Soon, her folded legs began to feel numb and tingly. And she was too afraid to move carelessly, lest she fall off the chair and be in trouble... Though she hadn't experienced many restraints, she found herself completely unable to change her position or move her body. "Ugh..." Furthermore, the little devil, under the guise of alleviating boredom and passing time, had inserted two pink, oval objects into her already well-lubricated flower path. Two remote controls were tucked into the cuffs of her left and right thigh-high stockings. The tight white stockings served as excellent straps, holding them in place against her thighs so they wouldn't fall out. With her hands immobilized, she was utterly incapable of turning on these two little devils. Even on their lowest setting, they were quite stimulating to her body, which had become incredibly sensitive after multiple uses. Coupled with the sensory deprivation of sight and sound, her tactile sensitivity had already increased by an immeasurable degree. Her body, entirely encased in a seamless black bodysuit up to her neck, was adorned with multiple sets of shackles. Her slender neck, shapely thighs, pinkish ankles, and delicate, soft arms were all tightly bound by finger-thick manacles and two-finger-thick chains. Not to mention the head-sized iron ball dragging behind her ankle shackles, further impeding her movement. Yet, beneath these restraints, which even an adult would struggle to break free from, they showed no mercy. Instead, they tightened the chains with practiced precision against her skin, which was covered only by a thin layer of silk, leaving behind angry red marks. Her small, tear-streaked face, looking utterly pathetic, was covered by a thick black cloth strip, completely obscuring her eyes, which were undoubtedly brimming with tears, cruelly robbing her of her sight. Her slightly pale, tender lips were clamped around a gag about two fingers thick, secured by slender chains tightened at the back of her head. This prevented the poor girl from even protesting, forcing her to bite down hard on the rigid wooden bar that was already digging into her cheeks and wedged between her jaws. Unable to close her mouth, streaks of clear liquid flowed down her cheeks, dripping onto her chest. The black fabric there became semi-transparent, clinging to the girl's developing small breasts, adding a peculiar allure. Drip—drip— Following the faint sound of dripping,