Sisterhood of the Glass Flowers

"I don't mind. Whatever works," Ouyang Qian stretched and walked over. "But you're not going to make us do some kind of chariot race up the stairs, are you?" "Tch! How could I possibly do that? Am I a devil...?" Ling Qing sighed heavily, contemplating how her sisters viewed her on a daily basis. After pooling their opinions, they finally reached a unanimous decision. To be honest, Ling Qing had truly gone all out with this precious item. Its value wasn't monetary, but rather its extreme rarity. It was only natural that they would play along with her. Finally, according to the results of their draw, Mu Ya entered Unit 1. Her hands were tied straight out in front of her, but this time it was better; her elbows weren't bound together, though it wasn't far from it. A crotch rope was standard equipment for everyone, so that was unavoidable. Of course, the little device inserted between her legs was the same model they had used on the beach. This thing was quite potent... Naturally, this device was also standard for everyone; no one was exempt... But Mu Ya was a bit unluckier than the other two, as her feet were shackled together with an iron chain less than 50 centimeters long. She was also informed that this chain wouldn't be unlocked until she saw Ling Qing, and the key was nowhere to be found here. The worst part was that all her clothes had been ripped off... not even a scrap of cloth was left on Mu Ya. However, Ling Qing, showing a sliver of conscience, draped a very thin windbreaker over her. Of course, to prevent Mu Ya's feet from being abraded by the rough ground, Ling Qing had specifically prepared a pair of comfortable sneakers for her. Han Jing's equipment was the lightest. Besides the standard crotch rope and the internal vibrator, she only had a simple Japanese-style rear wrist bind. Her feet were unbound, but she had been made to wear a pair of sky-high stiletto heels. These couldn't be removed without hands. However, they were only slightly higher than the heels Han Jing usually wore, so it wasn't much of a challenge for her. It seemed that as long as there were no strange mechanisms within Unit 3, which she had chosen, that precious item would be hers. Moreover, her clothes were still intact. She had drawn the best possible lot. Han Jing even started to secretly gloat. Ouyang Qian was the most unfortunate. Her entire upper body was tightly bound, forcing her to stand upright. Her hands were also hoisted high above her head, so high that she could touch the back of her own head by spreading her fingers. Her hands were essentially useless. Her feet were also shackled with a 10-centimeter-long restraint. Ling Qing had said she would place the key somewhere near the entrance of Unit 2... Ouyang Qian's only thought was, "Even if the key was in my hand, you bitch, do you expect me to lift my shackled feet all the way to my neck to unlock them?" Looking at her own body clad only in her underwear, Ouyang Qian didn't even want to speak. Ling Qing would probably stuff different gags into each of their mouths anyway. It seemed she was once again relegated to the role of the plaything for this event.

"I know you won't let me off the hook later, so it's better to strike first. How about I go take a bath and wait for you?" Mu Ya squatted beside Ling Qing with a playful grin, teasing her as she watched Ling Qing, who could barely catch her breath. She reached out and ruffled Ling Qing's short hair, which was damp with sweat and messy like a bird's nest. "Get lost, get lost! You almost killed me!" Ling Qing finally managed to recover, though she was still sprawled on the sofa, venting her frustration. "Hurry up and take your bath! Don't bother me!" "Should I tie you up like usual, like a horse, before I go? Can you still take it?" "As long as you don't do those stupid things to me, tie me up however you want." With that, Ling Qing pushed herself up slightly, moving to the middle of the sofa. Her hands, already red from the ropes, were behind her back. She propped up her fair, rosy feet, encased in stockings, looking like she was at Mu Ya's mercy. Mu Ya, of course, didn't hold back. Even though she had just released Ling Qing, she showed no mercy. The ropes were wound around Ling Qing's thighs, below her knees, and around her ankles, binding her legs tightly together. Each loop was secured in an "8" shape. Her hands were also bound together behind her back. After securing her wrists, Mu Ya forcefully brought Ling Qing's arms together. "Sister, you've treated me so terribly, and now you're binding my elbows together too?" Ling Qing twisted her body in a token protest, but she truly had no way to resist. "Have you no humanity?" "Shut up, or I'll try something new on you." Mu Ya tightly bound Ling Qing's elbows straight behind her back, ensuring the ropes wouldn't loosen. Then, she pressed Ling Qing's legs down firmly, her heels touching her buttocks, her palms almost brushing her ankles. She then tied them up tightly, showing no tenderness. "You remember this," Ling Qing said, twisting her body, which had almost no room to move. She glared back at Mu Ya's smug, smiling face and vowed fiercely, "Don't fall into my hands, or you'll regret it!" "We'll see if you ever get the chance," Mu Ya replied.

Her clothes were stripped away, just as before. Han Jing stood before the man, a vacant smile on her face like a puppet, as he skillfully bound her in kinbaku. The man's ropes were tight, and over time, the marks on Han Jing's body had accumulated, a dense tapestry of rope burns, many places injured from the bindings. The rope between her legs was cinched particularly tight by the man, causing Han Jing's knees to weaken, almost buckling her to the ground. This man showed no tenderness towards her. Han Jing's hands were twisted behind her back and bound tightly at her waist. The binding left almost no room for movement, making Han Jing worry if her hands would be permanently damaged. The plug with the dog tail design remained in her rear, and the exaggerated toy in her nether regions was also packed in tightly, capable of rotation... A large gag, shaped like a penis, was then forced into Han Jing's mouth... It was pushed in deep and tight, pressing her tongue so much that movement was almost impossible. Following that, a collar, imbued with insult, was placed around Han Jing's neck. This very collar had been worn by the man's dog, named Wangcai, for many years. The man then led Han Jing, naked and bound tightly in kinbaku, by the chain attached to her collar. He paraded her from the entrance of the syndicate, in front of many of his subordinates, and back to his office. Han Jing was consumed by shame, with no escape. Tears welled in her eyes, but she dared not let them fall. As soon as the office door closed, the man shoved Han Jing to the ground. He spread her legs, binding her thighs and calves together tightly. Then, in an "M" spread, he tied Han Jing to the corner of the coffee table. She was treated as nothing more than a plaything, discarded there for his amusement. As the man was wantonly toying with Han Jing, two black luxury Mercedes-Benz cars stopped outside the syndicate. Several people emerged from the vehicles. Mu Ya walked at the front, with Uncle Yu and the others following closely behind. Mu Ya had already asked Uncle Yu to investigate the mastermind and location of the day's events. All she wanted was to wait until Han Jing's will was broken and her body and mind were shattered. Mu Ya wore a striking black qipao, her slender figure exuding grace. Paired with her flesh-toned stockings and black high heels, she looked like a celestial being descended to earth. Coupled with her beautiful and exquisite features, she stood out from the crowd. Carrying a black oil-paper umbrella, and escorted by her housekeepers, Mu Ya entered the syndicate hall, filled with filth.