Kidnapping by Deception Short Story - Special Consultation with a Female Doctor

Kylie was also unable to speak, and some strange thoughts flashing through her head eventually made her work up the courage to open her eyes: The first thing that caught her eye was a pair of sky-high boots, with a waterproof platform of about 1 inch and a heel of at least 7 inches high, which made them no less difficult to put on than the pair underneath Kylie's feet; the boots stretched all the way up to her knees, but what surprised Kylie even more was that the girl had a pair of stainless steel shackles around her ankles - exactly the same as in her case! situation! The girl had a strap above her knees tying her thighs together tightly, which would cause her to face even more embarrassment than Kelly did when she moved. Seeing this, Kelly seemed to sense something, and she hurried to raise her sights: As she thought, the girl also had a pair of chastity pants around her crotch and waist, with several wires running from them to a couple of remotes that were attached to the straps that were hooped on the outside of her thighs, and it wasn't hard to tell from the fluids that ran all the way up her inner thighs, that at this point, she too was being tortured by a variety of erotic toys; her body was almost naked, and she didn't even have a stainless-steel bra like Kylie's, and a pair of mean-looking nipple clamps clenched tightly around Her [indescribable], clamping them until they were almost purple ...... The girl's hands were behind her back, with two straps buckled back behind her shoulders, and a collar around her neck above her harnessed head, her mouth not stuffed with a fake [indescribable], and a hollow ring holding her mouth open, while saliva flowed out uncontrollably, forming a long line of [indescribable], and a long line of [indescribable]. The saliva flowed out, forming a long line dripping down onto the skin between the [indescribable] a little bit, no wonder she could only make such a sound ...... In short, the girl was also being tightly restrained all over her body, just like Kelly, she didn't wear even one decent piece of clothing, and could only struggle helplessly without the help of other people, and her situation seemed to be even more difficult than that of Kelly. seemed to be more difficult than Kylie's. When Kelly finally focused her attention on the girl's face, she was shocked- Monica! "Oooooo...... oooooo?" Kelly froze for several seconds, then subconsciously tried to ask her BFF why she was on her doorstep tied up like that. Had the entire 4 blocks been spent walking around in self-bondage like this? However the words were completely filtered into a muffled moan as soon as they reached her mouth. "Ah ...... ah ......" Monica responded in return, though both were completely unable to articulate themselves. Kelly knew that her best friend loved to play SM games, she enjoyed the feeling of being restrained, and was always trying to bring Kelly down as well - and there was no doubt that she had succeeded this time. However, according to her understanding of Monica, this little girl should prefer to wait for Kelly to finish the self-bondage and then suddenly appear, and then properly teach her some right - this should be Monica's favorite "plot". But why did she have to put herself in a severe straitjacket as well? Wouldn't that make it impossible to tease her "prey"? Or was she doing it to take the edge off Kylie? But Monica wasn't here when Kelly came home, and there was no place to hide in the hallway, so did Monica really have the nerve to walk four blocks naked through her own house after she finished tying herself up? She wasn't that bold! Kylie's head was filled with questions that she couldn't find answers to, and she couldn't ask Monica directly, so it was better to go home and untie herself before she sat down and asked her questions. Kylie picked up all the keys that had fallen to the floor and struggled to her feet against the wall, Monica assisting with her legs. With a click, the door finally opened. Kelly walked into the home with already somewhat shaky steps. "Oooh, oooh." Kelly turned and wiggled her feet, signaling Monica to come in the door with her. There were too many questions, too many feelings, too many "grudges" to settle with this little girl tonight! "Ah ...... ah." Monica, however, did not have the intention to enter the door, she directly shook her head, and even contained a trace of anxiety between her eyebrows.

K led Li Hong and the female dog to the "female slave storage area" on the other side of the stage. This was a special location on the side of the stage, where a row of not-so-wide iron cages were placed. They were kept at a certain distance from the main viewing area, ensuring a degree of safety for the female slaves locked inside. However, the price was direct – the cages here were far from spacious, and the freedom of movement within them was pitifully limited. But these were not Li Hong's immediate concerns. To reach the "storage area," they had to cross the stage, and as K led her along the edge, it felt like a public exhibition at close range. The other ravenous onlookers were less than a meter away from Li Hong. Through her hood, Li Hong could clearly see the hungry gazes of several men fixed on her, which terrified her. Thinking of her current helplessness, she instinctively burrowed closer into K's embrace... Fortunately, K positioned Li Hong close to the stage, using his body to shield her. The lecherous men could only feast their eyes, with no other possibilities. However, the female dog K was leading behind him was not so lucky. Falling behind and unable to see, she could only crawl numbly in the direction of the leash. Without K's cover, she was vulnerable to the "greasy hands" of the surrounding audience. Soon, her breasts, lower body, and even her buttocks were groped. With her eyes and ears useless, each assault felt like a surprise attack. The poor female dog could only be repeatedly startled by these molesting hands, and soon began to tremble uncontrollably. Li Hong was anxious. The feeling of being targeted by a "pack of wolves" was unbearable. The lust burning within her wouldn't allow her to stand there for long. For her own sake and for the female dog behind her, she wished they could reach the other side of the stage quickly. However, this was not easy for the female dog, whose senses were sealed and who was constantly being harassed. She could only crawl forward with small, trembling steps, which undoubtedly further slowed their progress and significantly increased the time Li Hong was subjected to "visual molestation." Finally, they escaped the viewing area and reached the "storage area." The female dog was already panting heavily, hot air escaping her nostrils from the full head covering, indicating the extent of her torment. However, the formal public training for the female dog had not yet begun, and Li Hong was worried about her fate. She even wondered: would anyone voluntarily participate in such a miserable masochistic experience? While Li Hong was lost in thought about the female dog, K had already completed the procedures with the staff and obtained the key to a cage in the "storage area." "Hong nu, stop daydreaming. Get into the cage." Only then did Li Hong pay attention to the cages in the "storage area" for the first time. At a single glance, her ears turned red. The "cages" before her were no different from everyday cages – they were simply too small! A total of 6 cages, welded from stainless steel bars, were stacked in a 3-over-3 configuration in the corner of the stage. From a distance, they didn't appear small, but when divided into six, the situation was completely different. Each small cage was only about 60 centimeters long and high, and a mere 40 centimeters wide. This size was even smaller than the dog cage in the private room. Inside, let alone squatting, one could only fold their body tightly to kneel, with no room for movement. They could only maintain a single posture, unable to move. Li Hong couldn't help but think, "Even real slaves wouldn't be treated this poorly..." However, since she had followed K out, she had no other choice. K used the key to open the cage door on the middle level. The cages on the lower level were backed against the steps of the viewing platform, so the door could only be opened from the front. This made it difficult for Li Hong to enter – she had to kneel and back in, "loading" herself into the cage bit by bit without being able to see behind her. The high heels made it difficult for her to fully flatten her ankles, and the "retreat" of less than a meter became a considerable challenge. She endured the soreness of her insteps and the mischief in her lower body, taking several minutes to barely get into the cage. As she had feared before entering, the space inside the cage was indeed extremely cramped. After K closed the cage door, Li Hong could only maintain the kneeling posture she had entered with, her legs folded, and her upper body resting on her thighs. Her head hit the top of the cage shortly after lifting it. Her head was at the entrance, but her feet clearly touched the deepest part. The space to her sides was also very narrow, pressing tightly against one side, leaving only a few fingers' width of space on the other. Even for a slender girl like Li Hong, she had reached her limit, and it was hard to imagine what would happen to someone slightly larger. The only comfort was a thin soft cushion on the bottom of the cage, which could slightly alleviate the burden on her calves and ankles. Otherwise, Li Hong wasn't confident she could last long in such a confined space. "Hold on, consider this a trial..." K whispered in Li Hong's ear, then locked the cage door with a padlock. He then turned and walked onto the stage, leading the female dog slave. "Strange, isn't it? Why would they enjoy this? You'll know after experiencing it yourself for a few weeks. By then, you might not be able to get off what's between your legs, hahahaha..." The leader of the kidnappers laughed wantonly, continuing until they reached an empty "cell." "This is your room, go in!" With that, he slapped Xiao Qing's butt hard. "Slap!" With a crisp sound, Xiao Qing, caught off guard by the sudden attack, tripped over the cage door. Before she could react, she fell into the cell with a thud. Without her hands to cushion the fall, she was dazed, but due to the gag, only a few not-so-loud "whimpers" escaped. "Tsk tsk tsk, your physical condition, you'll need to train hard! Alright, I'll leave you here. I have important matters to attend to. I'll come back to see you after I get the gift later. I'm sure you'll like it, hahahaha." The leader of the kidnappers showed no mercy, and with a full heart of joy, he locked the cage door and left. On the floor of the cell, besides a straw mat, there was only the cold cement floor. Xiao Qing fell on it and was completely disoriented. It took her a long time to recover. Now she had truly entered the kidnappers' lair as she had wished, but the scene before her made her regret it. Xiao Qing struggled a few more times, but unfortunately, the straitjacket was too strong. She used all her strength but couldn't move an inch. In her current state, even with Li Han's help, it would be difficult to escape. The only real hope was that the police would discover and dismantle this hideout in time. Xiao Qing twisted her hips, confirming the sensation within her – the positioning and listening device she had hidden in her private parts was still in place, which gave her confidence. Whether it was Li Han's tracking or the positioning data she had left, it would guide the police here. It would just take more time, and she would have to endure more torture. "I wonder how Xiao Ting and the others are doing? Have they also been trained into lustful women?" The thought of the dazed eyes of the girls she had seen earlier made Xiao Qing's heart clench. She really needed to rescue her sisters as soon as possible! Xiao Qing's rest didn't last long. Soon, the kidnappers took her out of the cell and brought her to the central plaza. Shortly after, the other two girls who had "fallen" with her, along with two other girls whose limbs were still trembling, joined her, forming a small team of five.

There was no other way, so Xiaoqing had to obediently follow the kidnappers to the other side of the warehouse. The kidnapper pulled down the chain from the ceiling, locking Xiaoqing's collar to the chain. At the same time, the chain on the ground secured her feet in place, ensuring she couldn't struggle. Then, they unfastened her straitjacket, but this also meant she lost the opportunity to scout ahead and mentally prepare herself. Knowing she couldn't break free from the restraints, Xiaoqing made no move to resist. The kidnapper's actions became less rough, but all her clothes were quickly cut off, even her underwear. It was the first time she was completely naked in front of others, and Xiaoqing's face was filled with shame and indignation. However, she didn't struggle excessively, even suppressing much of the anger in her eyes. To the kidnappers at this moment, this tall beauty evoked more of a pitiable, heartbreaking aura. "Next, we're going to wash you clean. The water's a bit cold, so bear with it." Perhaps Xiaoqing's pitiful appearance elicited some sympathy from the kidnapper, as he even offered a "friendly" warning. But when the cold water from the showerhead truly poured onto her bare body, Xiaoqing shivered uncontrollably from the chill. The kidnappers seemed unfazed. One held the showerhead while the other's hands rubbed Xiaoqing's body. His rough hands moved over every inch of her skin, and his forceful kneading showed no regard for her dignity. Xiaoqing knew her status as "merchandise" at this moment, but the repeated molestation of her sensitive areas caused intense stimulation, making her whimper. The chains on her feet clinked and rattled as she struggled. The kidnappers, however, paid no mind and continued their work methodically. After the "bath," one of them left with Xiaoqing's discarded clothes, while the other appeared before her with a measuring tape. This time, there was no "cruel destruction of a flower." The kidnapper simply used the tape measure to record her body measurements bit by bit, noting down basic data like height, bust-waist-hip measurements, and arm and leg circumference. Then, he turned and took a black leather straitjacket from a cabinet, putting it on Xiaoqing. Xiaoqing watched the kidnappers' actions with some curiosity. Her experience was significantly more "civilized" than what Lihan had described, but Lihan hadn't mentioned a "change of clothes" procedure. Compared to the previous canvas straitjacket, this one was much more form-fitting. Every inch of skin on her upper body was pressed firmly, and the elasticity of the leather prevented any movement. At the chest area, the straitjacket had two circular openings. Her [X_X] emerged from these and were then tightly bound at the root, causing them to protrude forward like two small leather balls; the arm sections of the straitjacket were connected to the back as a single restraint sleeve. Xiaoqing's hands were placed behind her back within the sleeve and then secured by a series of straps at her wrists, elbows, and shoulders, quickly rendering her immobile. A sense of discomfort occasionally emanated from her twisted shoulders. While attending to Xiaoqing, the kidnappers didn't forget to chat. Although Xiaoqing was displeased with their commentary on her body as if she were mere cargo, she gained a lot of information when the conversation turned to their "work." "So, the girl from the subway kidnapping case really was a scapegoat. But it's chilling that they don't even spare their own people..." The kidnapper's "confession" was the biggest piece of evidence, and this was just one piece of information Xiaoqing had obtained, some of which she had never known before. "I never imagined this organization would be so vast." As she marveled, Xiaoqing's resolve to eradicate this organization completely grew even stronger. "Alright, walk over to the examination chair yourself." The kidnapper removed Xiaoqing's collar and ankle chains but didn't fasten the straps at the crotch of the straitjacket. Xiaoqing didn't remind him, merely dragging the few hanging straps as she obediently walked to the examination chair as instructed. Another kidnapper was already standing there. Without a word, he lifted Xiaoqing onto the chair and secured her body with the chair's restraints, binding her legs further apart on two diverging supports. Lying horizontally on the chair, Xiaoqing looked down at her completely exposed lower body and suddenly had a very bad premonition...

"What if I told you that what I desire most is you, Ellie?" Adoma teased with an air of mystery. "Eh..." Ellie's expression shifted instantly, her earlobes flushing red. "Ms. Adoma, please don't joke with me. I'm just here to earn some extra cash to make a living!" "Hahaha, I'm not joking with you, but you are quite amusing!" Adoma winked at Ellie. "Getting back to business, I'm here today to buy a pair of restraint mittens and a gag for my cute little slave." "Ah, alright." Relying on the memory of Sylvia's "crash course," Ellie led Adoma to the restraint mitten counter. "Do you have any more specific requirements for the mittens you're looking for? I can help you select them." "Hmm... I want something form-fitting, not too thick but still durable. This way, it won't hinder me from dressing up my little slave in other ways," Adoma stated her needs clearly and specifically. "And for the color, do you have any particular preferences?" Ellie continued to narrow down the options, her eyes already scanning the various restraint mittens on display, searching for items that met Ms. Adoma's requirements. "No specific preference on that. Black or skin tone are both fine." "Okay, please wait a moment." Ellie began searching the shelves. Being new to the job, she wasn't familiar with the product placement, which undoubtedly made it harder to find what the customer wanted. "How about this pair?" Ellie did her best and, after a few seconds, found a pair of restraint mittens. They were black latex, and the special material gave them a thickness of only 2 millimeters. Ellie even felt they were as thin as her own swimsuit. Adoma took the item and examined it. "Hmm, indeed... it's even lighter and thinner than I imagined, but is it sturdy enough?" "Um... it should... be okay, right..." Ellie, being new, didn't know much about these BDSM props, let alone the specific materials and their performance. Her answer clearly didn't satisfy the customer. Adoma frowned, but quickly relaxed. "I'm sorry, Ellie, I forgot you just started working here. Asking such 'professional' questions is indeed difficult for you." The customer wasn't angry, which made Ellie feel like she had "escaped a disaster." It seemed this sale could continue, but she had to try her best from now on. Ellie silently encouraged herself. "How about this: could you model these mittens for me to try on?" Adoma quickly came up with a win-win solution. "Yes, no problem. I also work as a fitting model part-time." Ellie was happy to meet the customer's needs. Perhaps this was why Sylvia had strongly recommended she take on this additional role. Without hesitation, Ellie turned her back, brought her hands together behind her, and clasped them. "Hmm, very good!" Adoma was very satisfied with Ellie's service attitude. She picked up the thin restraint mittens and began to put them on Ellie's arms. The latex mittens were very elastic, but this also made them excessively tight. Especially without a zipper, putting them on wasn't easy. Adoma had to ask Sylvia for some talcum powder to apply to Ellie's arms, and then, working with Sylvia, they managed to snugly secure the entire pair of restraint mittens onto Ellie's arms. Once this step was completed, the rest was much simpler: the mittens had two longer straps at the ends. Adoma wrapped the straps around Ellie's shoulders, crossed them in front of her chest, and then brought them back from under her armpits to fasten them behind her back. Ellie could clearly feel the changes on her arms behind her. As the mittens gradually covered her skin, her arms lost their freedom of movement, eventually being held tightly together behind her back, unable to move. Her hands were also encased in the mittens, squeezed into a ball by the highly elastic latex, unable to even move her fingers. Through the cabinet next to the shelves, Ellie could clearly see her state: her hands were behind her back, and from the front, nothing was visible except the straps crossed over her chest. When she turned slightly, her arms, bound into a single black rod, finally appeared in the mirror. The latex material perfectly covered every inch of skin on her forearms, without a single wrinkle. The shiny material perfectly complemented the glossy black stockings she was wearing, making it look like a work of art. Although Ellie had never worn restraint gear before, she was certain that she looked quite attractive in this state. The special latex gave her a different appearance and made her breasts appear more prominent, her posture more alluring. Despite the slight inconvenience of movement, she didn't dislike her current state. "I've fastened them, Ellie. Try to break free." Adoma asked Ellie to struggle with all her might to test the tightness of the mittens. "As you command!" Ellie immediately began to struggle with all her strength. She hadn't received any escape training, but that didn't mean she didn't try her best. In fact, even Adoma could see that Ellie was giving it her all from the start. Compared to ordinary leather, latex had significantly more elasticity. This made the restraint mittens exceptionally light and thin, but it also reduced their strength. As soon as Ellie exerted force, she discovered this problem. She managed to create a narrow gap between her arms. However, when she tried to "expand her gains," the stretched latex generated a much stronger rebound force than before, successfully thwarting Ellie's attempt. She tried several times, but at most, she could only widen the gap by a few millimeters. Seeing that she couldn't widen the gap further, Ellie decided to try pulling her arms out of the mittens. However, the sturdy shoulder straps and the straps on her elbows prevented her movement. The friction between the latex and her skin was intense, and her idea of slipping the mittens off was also in vain. After trying various methods for a few minutes, Ellie finally gave up. "Ms. Adoma, as you can see, I've tried my best. This thing is indeed impossible to escape from," Ellie sincerely described her feelings to Adoma. "Hmm, indeed, very good. Your demonstration has left a deep impression on me," Adoma smiled. "If we could add a few extra components, for example, a sturdy restraint strap each at the wrists and elbows, I think I would like this item even more."

The first two small locks naturally secured the ends of the long gloves, where the fastening straps had a weaker elasticity. Once tightened and locked, they became difficult to remove. Another small lock fastened the clasp of the bra at the back, preventing Kelly from easily taking off this "nipple-revealing" garment. Following the diagram's instructions, Kelly found similar devices on the tops of her boots, akin to the gloves. At both ends of the zipper, there were small metal rings. Aligning these with the zipper's holes, she used a small lock to pass through all three rings simultaneously. Once locked, the zipper was fixed at the top of the boot shaft, preventing it from being pulled down. Due to the boots' snug fit, being unable to unzip meant being unable to remove them. Kelly quickly secured both boots with two small locks. With a series of "clicks," five small locks bound these pieces of equipment to Kelly. Kelly continued to study the diagram, discovering that the remaining small locks were for subsequent equipment. Currently, all she had left to put on were two sets of restraints. After examining the guide for a while, Kelly finally decided to put them all on. Both sets of restraints were made of sturdy stainless steel. The cuffs were of a fixed size, lined with black leather, but their diameters and the length of the connecting chains differed significantly. Kelly picked up one set. This pair had smaller cuffs, with a chain about 30 centimeters long connecting the two. Kelly tugged at them, finding both the cuffs and the chain to be incredibly robust – truly the real deal. Following the diagram in front of the mirror, she found the intended location for this set: her ankles. She placed one side of the chain between her feet, fastened the cuffs to each ankle, and then locked them with small locks at the clasps. The restraints were easy to put on. Kelly took a few steps. The restraints weren't heavy, but the short chain perfectly restricted her stride, allowing her to move forward only slightly more than a foot length with each step. The high-heeled boots forced her to pay constant attention to her posture; a fall would be no laughing matter. Next, Kelly picked up the second set of restraints. This pair had larger cuffs but a very short chain, only about 5 centimeters long. These restraints were meant to be fastened above her knees. Similar to the ankle restraints, Kelly used two small locks to secure this set above her knees. The cuffs fit perfectly, pressing firmly against Kelly's thighs through the leather of the boots. "Monica really put a lot of thought into this, she even secretly measured my leg circumference..." Kelly marveled at her best friend's "dedication" and recognized her anticipation for "getting Kelly into bondage straps." "Looks like I have no choice but to fulfill her wish..." Kelly sighed, a hint of resignation in her voice. After locking the two sets of restraints, Kelly, following the guide, picked up the largest item on the bed: a belt-style bondage suit. Calling it "clothing" was a bit of a stretch, as it was essentially a "restraint complex" made of a pile of wide black leather straps fastened together. However, considering it covered almost her entire body from neck to crotch, calling it "clothing" wasn't entirely unreasonable. Kelly didn't dwell on the nomenclature and began putting it on according to the guide. This bondage suit was rather complex. Following the guide's advice, Kelly started with the topmost part, the neck collar. The collar's structure was similar to the cuffs of the restraints, featuring silver stainless steel on the outside with a black leather lining. However, the collar was significantly wider, with nearly 10 centimeters of metal covering almost Kelly's entire neck, even encroaching on her chin. Kelly found it much harder to lower her head, but with the help of the full-length mirror, this didn't pose too much of a problem. The collar's size had also been meticulously measured. When closed, the leather lining fit snugly against her neck with almost no gap, yet it didn't noticeably impede her breathing. The collar had four "D" shaped stainless steel rings, with hinges at the back and the closure next to the front ring. Attached to one of the "D" rings by a short chain was a pair of leather handcuffs – though Kelly couldn't put them on yet. That would be the final step, and Kelly wasn't sure if she truly wanted to shackle her hands as well. Returning to the collar, Kelly followed the instructions, using two small locks, one above and one below, to secure the collar around her neck, then adjusted its position. At this point, a pre-attached tag on the front stainless steel ring came into Kelly's view.

Before Li Hong appeared a black latex hood. "This is..." "While the experience is an experience, it's best not to expose your true identity in front of others." K directly explained the purpose of the hood, then forcefully stretched open the opening and pulled it down over Li Hong's head. The hood covered her entire head from the top to the neck, even her hair was enclosed. At first glance, it was almost identical to what the female dog in the cage was wearing, but after putting it on, Li Hong discovered the difference: the hood she was wearing was much thinner and more transparent, with openings for her eyes, nose, and mouth. When worn, the outline of her head was still clearly visible, but her features were well concealed. "It feels a bit like the cloth hoods worn by SWAT officers," Li Hong commented. "Yes, but since it's an SM prop, there are some differences. Look at this." Li Hong shifted her gaze from the mirror to K. He now held a horse-bit style gag in his hand. "This is a gag. It's used with this hood. Once you put it on, you won't be able to speak properly. Do you have anything you want to say now?" "Uh, how long will this activity last? Will I be… by others?" Li Hong actually had a lot she wanted to say, but when asked so suddenly, not much came to mind on the spot. "The duration is about an hour. The 'storage area' you'll be in is a place for owners to safely store their slaves. Think of it like a locker, it's quite safe. No one will touch you, don't worry." After speaking, K gently stroked Li Hong's head. Li Hong felt a slight electric shock for a moment. This feeling of being cared for seemed like something she hadn't experienced in a long time, making her a little reluctant to let it go. Li Hong had no new questions, so K began to put the gag on her. He took out two small pieces of cotton from a box in the cabinet, slightly dampened them with mineral water, and presented them to Li Hong. "Here, open your mouth." "What is this for?" "You don't want your saliva dripping everywhere after you put on the ball gag, do you?" So that's how it's done… Li Hong muttered inwardly, unable to help but admire K's "experienced" and "seasoned" expertise in this area. She opened her mouth wide, assisting K in placing the cotton inside her oral cavity. K inserted the two pieces of cotton on either side of Li Hong's cheeks, slightly lower down. The cotton pieces perfectly filled the space between her cheeks and her molars. Since they were pre-moistened, Li Hong didn't feel noticeably dry-mouthed, nor did she feel any discomfort in her mouth. "Sometimes, the 'S' will use the 'M's' discarded underwear, stockings, or even bras as a gag. That feeling is not very pleasant, and this method is more common in random pairings at night events," K continued his "lesson" while picking up the ball gag to insert into Li Hong's mouth. Listening to this, Li Hong couldn't help but feel grateful for K's "mercy" and "gentleness." The red ball gag in front of her was not small in diameter. She opened her mouth as wide as possible to accommodate its entry. Even so, it took her a little effort to truly swallow it. However, once the widest part of the ball entered her mouth, the remaining portion slid in automatically. The ball gag pressed tightly against the cotton, and together they occupied the entire space within her mouth, leaving almost no gaps. Li Hong tried to close her mouth, but her jaw could only move a tiny bit before being stopped by the ball gag. She could only maintain a wide-open mouth posture. Looking in the mirror, her lips were parted by a large red rubber ball, and even her facial shape had changed noticeably. She wanted to tell K that the ball gag was a bit too big and her jaw was a little sore, but the sounds that came out turned into a series of muffled grunts and "woo woo" noises, the syllables indistinguishable. "How does it feel? Your jaw might be a bit uncomfortable the first time you wear a ball gag, but you'll get used to it." K had already secured the straps on both sides of the gag at the back of her head, then tightened the strap under her chin, further restricting her jaw's movement. There were two straps extending upwards from the sides of the ball gag. K pulled these straps up, and they met on her forehead along the sides of her nose, merging into one and extending towards the top and back of her head. K tightened the straps, securing them to the horizontal strap at the back of her head. Li Hong found that the straps on the sides of her nose obscured part of her vision; her field of view was divided in the middle, which was very unaccustomed. Looking at herself in the mirror, surrounded by the large red ball gag, crisscrossing black straps now covered her entire head, tightly cinching the hood while also serving as a rather nice embellishment. Finally, K took out a small silver lock. Li Hong didn't know what he intended to do, and let out a couple of "woo woo" sounds. "This is to lock the gag. This way, even if someone approaches you, they can't remove the gag, so you don't have to worry about them taking off your hood and seeing your face." K's preparations were quite thorough, which put Li Hong's mind at ease. With a crisp "click," the gag was securely locked onto Li Hong's head, and the preparations were essentially complete. Finally, K turned on the [unmentionable] switch and attached the remote control to the rope below Li Hong's chest. "There, all done. I'll go get the female dog, and we can head out together." Li Hong responded with a "woo woo." K opened the cage door in the corner and tugged on the rope attached to the dog collar. The sudden signal made the female dog's entire body tremble, as her senses had been enclosed for a long time. However, she then displayed extreme obedience. She crawled out using her hands and feet in the direction K pulled. Even after reaching the outside of the cage, she maintained a quadrupedal posture. "Is this dog training? Has she even accepted this state herself?" Li Hong mused in her mind.

Yet this was only the beginning of the punishment. A few minutes later, the two fake YJs inside Xiao Qing's body unexpectedly started vibrating at the same time! Their power was set so high that her already extremely sensitive body was instantly thrown into a tumble, and wearing a full headgear she couldn't even let out a muffled grunt. "Oooh ...... this ...... won't work ......" This stimulation was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Xiao Qing's psychological defenses crumbled crisply, and she fell into extreme carnal pleasure with little resistance, allowing the already scarce oxygen to be consumed recklessly ...... "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it really doesn't work, this tolerance ability needs to be strengthened properly." Seeing that the female slaves in front of her were one by one no longer moving, the female kidnapper beckoned and ordered her men to untie their negative pressure bottles and full wraparound hoods, dragging them, who were still trembling in high C, back to their respective cells as if they were corpses. She turned around and returned to her office to prepare for the report, not forgetting to mutter to herself along the way, "This looks like we're going to have to give them injections in a little while, hmmm ......" the sound of high heeled shoes "stepping". After that, the miserable moans of the girls in the other groups resounded throughout the space. The [X_X] in the high C is undoubtedly the most consuming physical strength, experienced two consecutive tragic high C fainting, Xiaocheng already even want to die heart, she is just a lawyer, just want to save their sister out of just, if the advance knowledge of this "bitter meat trick" will be such a miserable appearance, say anything she will not make such a choice. The choice was made. Xiaoqing, who had just awakened, felt the pain of being torn apart all over her body, and regretted a hundred thousand times in her heart, and even the vigorous sense of justice in her heart was almost wiped out. "Lihan, where are you? Come and save me quickly! I can't wait for Prosecutor Wu Ping and the others to make their move, if I continue to stay here, I'll soon be played to death ......" Xiao Qing lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, praying uncontrollably in her heart. After a night of conditioning, the meal finally came late, and the gag that made her curse countless times was finally opened. However, looking at the plastic feeding bag in front of her that looked like a YJ, Xiao Qing still cursed fiercely in her heart - this shape, this opening at the top, is it obvious that I need to KJ to eat the contents? It's so disgusting, so despicable! But no matter how much she cursed, she couldn't replace any food beyond this. A whole night of extreme conditioning had made her already hungry, but the hurdle in her heart ...... Hey? That girl across the street was actually ...... able to eat in such a hurry? In Xiao Qing's face of shock, the several girls in the cells at the other end of the venue unexpectedly all picked up the food bag without shame and sucked on it frantically! Is it true that in order to survive, one must abandon all human pride? After hesitating for a long time, Xiao Qing finally let go of her self-respect and twisted to the cage door, trembling as she picked up the YJ-like food pouch and sucked on it ...... "These heartless guys, when I get out of here, I will definitely make them pay for their blood!" Xiao Qing endured the humiliation while making up her mind. Having just finished sucking on the semi-liquid food in the tape, the kidnappers took the gag and put it on each girl in the cell one by one. Perhaps deterred by their punishment, none of the girls said a word the whole time, and neither did Xiaoqing, although this time even the gag in her mouth was replaced by a latex fake YJ , she only frowned, preferring to dry-heave herself rather than resist. After putting on the gag, the kidnapper in front of her didn't leave, "Let's go, your gift has arrived, let's go see it together." Gift? How could there be a gift in this kind of haunted place? Xiao Qing didn't believe it, but still followed the kidnapper obediently with small broken steps towards the confinement room at the side of the workshop. It was a closed room of less than 10 square meters, surrounded by soft fabrics, and as soon as she entered through the only steel door, Xiaoqing noticed that there was already someone lying here, and it wasn't hard to tell the gender from her heaving breasts: she was wearing a black leather straitjacket similar to her own, with her hands restrained behind her back by a single, one-piece glove, and her crotch was visible through the belt with two large fake YJs, with shiny black crotchless stockings covering her legs, and a pair of feet that were covered with a black crotchless stocking, with a shiny black crotchless stocking. Her legs were covered with oily black crotchless stockings, the high heels under her feet were even a bit higher than those under Xiaoqing's feet, and a belt firmly bound her sexy legs and feet together, completely unable to separate them. "Go in and recognize me!" Xiaoqing stepped in front of her with suspicion, and through the gag she saw an all-too-familiar face, a face she was most looking forward to seeing, but in no way was she supposed to see in such a situation - Li-Han, how is it you?

Xiao Yun finally stirred from her unconsciousness. The scenery before her eyes had transformed into ancient bricks, wooden doors, and white walls. The scent of incense filled her nostrils; she was now in a ancestral hall, lying on a wooden chair. "Shouldn't I have been in the plaza outside the ancestral hall? Did Old Huai and the others bring me in after I fainted? That ritual was seriously twisted, making me get tied up and disciplined in front of everyone until I orgasmed... Is this village collectively mentally ill?" Xiao Yun shook her head. Fortunately, the ritual was over. All she had to do was sign the contract, get the insurance payout, and her role as the so-called "fairy" would be complete, allowing her to "gracefully fly away." Xiao Yun tried to get up. However, her body refused to obey. She remained motionless on the chair, as if suffering from sleep paralysis. Huh? What's going on? She quickly tried to fully awaken herself. But the moment she checked her physical condition, she couldn't help but gasp: she was still restrained! Her hands were still twisted behind her back and bound, and her legs were also restrained by a pair of stainless steel rings. These rings were shaped like gourds, with two oval rings, one large and one small, tightly encircling her upper thighs and ankles. This forced her legs to fold together tightly, pressing against each other, rendering her immobile. Her feet were pressed against her buttocks, making walking an impossible fantasy! Not only that, but her clothes, shoes, and socks had all vanished. She was now completely naked! "Even though that bunny girl outfit was lewd, it's better than wearing nothing. How am I supposed to face anyone like this? And these leg restraints are so tight! There's no room to move between my ankles and thighs. It's really uncomfortable to be folded like this! And why stainless steel?" Xiao Yun was utterly bewildered. She couldn't imagine what these old men had done to her while she was unconscious. However, considering her current state and the dull throbbing pain emanating from her lower body, everything told her that things were far from simple. Xiao Yun decided to try calling out for someone. But before she could utter a sound, her mouth was gagged. Unlike the previous silicone ball gag, this one was larger and longer, filling her entire mouth from the back of her throat to her teeth. Furthermore, there was a tangible pressure on her jaw, nose, and the top of her head—it was a horse-bit gag! Xiao Yun realized that she was now completely immobilized, unable to speak, unclothed, and with her limbs completely unusable! "Could it be that I've really fallen into a trap?" A dangerous thought entered her mind. They lured her to the village under the pretense of increasing insurance sales. Then, using the village's so-called "traditional rules" as a guise, coupled with the temptation of profit, they made her wear various lingerie and restraint devices. During this time, they drugged her through tea and snacks, further lowering her guard and increasing her sensitivity. Finally, during the so-called "ritual," they completely restrained her... As she pieced together the entire experience, Xiao Yun quickly uncovered the step-by-step deception, and she was the target! "If that's really the case, then it's terrible!" Xiao Yun's heart sank—terribly. Although emotionally she didn't want to believe her deduction, the logic was sound. Everything made sense, especially when combined with the increasingly tight restraints on her body, it was simply irrefutable. Thinking of this, the beautiful insurance agent completely panicked. She didn't want to be kidnapped in such a remote and desolate mountain village, enduring the torment and abuse of a group of old men! She had to find a way to escape! The sooner the better! Xiao Yun began to struggle, trying to break free from her restraints. She had always worked alone in insurance sales, and this time was no different. This meant that if she wanted to escape this hellhole, she could only rely on her own wit and perseverance. "I remember the handcuffs are stainless steel and have a lock in the middle, which is hard to pick. But the rope tied behind my back should be something I can try to grind off. If I can get my hands back in front of me, or at least increase their range of motion, there's still hope of finding a way to free my legs," Xiao Yun mused, while scanning her surroundings for anything she could use to grind the rope. However, she was unaware that the restraints on her upper body had also been "greatly upgraded." The stainless steel handcuffs on her wrists had been riveted together with specially made connecting pieces while she was unconscious. The rope connecting the handcuffs to the collar had been replaced with a short length of iron chain, and the original leather collar had been replaced with a stainless steel one. Rivets at the back of her neck made it impossible to remove. Moreover, a set of stainless steel rings supported her breasts from below, encircling her entire body and extending two small rings to the sides, restraining her upper arms. Chains extended upwards from the back of the rings, connecting to the handcuffs, and downwards, connecting to the two stainless steel leg restraints. All the stainless steel components were secured with rivets or iron locks, forming an interlocking set of metal restraints. It was so secure that even an elephant, let alone Xiao Yun's slender limbs, would be helpless! In reality, Xiao Yun had no chance of escaping these restraints!

"What comes next is cheap, how can you leave at this time!" Accompanied by the girls' wanton laughter, the man also began the next step of guidance: "This [X_X] suit first to complete the limbs of the equipment, that is, the two big and two small triangular holster, her arms and legs folded up and stuffed into the holster, the first step of the female canine will be molded." "Okay! Do it!" Several girls briefly glanced at the instructions, and then pounced on them with their respective props. "Huh! Yikes!" The girl was instantly lowered to the ground, before she had time to get up, her limbs were tightly held by the bullies, double full can't beat more than ten hands, soon her limbs were folded together, and the holster was also put on immediately after. In addition to the girls holding down the girl's limbs, the other two quickly received the straps on both sides of the holster as tight as they could go, then buckled on the top and bottom restraint straps, and then tightened the straps that ran horizontally across the opening as well. The girl soon realized that her arms and legs could only remain in their respective tightly folded positions, and could not be separated in the slightest! Her hands and feet were the only parts of her limbs that were not covered by the holster, but under its constraints, her hands could only grope helplessly on either side of her shoulders, far from any of the locking clasps, and her feet were only able to scratch aimlessly under her hips. The instant loss of freedom of movement made the girl panic, she first tried to break free from the restraints of the holster, and after realizing that the struggle was useless, she subconsciously tried to move away from the abuser in front of her, however, the ends of her limbs had now become elbows and knees, and her folded limbs were no longer able to make any fine movements, and even a few simple scratches and pulls were as clumsy as a doll's, and her comical postures caused the girls around her to laughed out loud. "Well, you don't want to escape, obediently be our dressing muppet to put this body on!" The tall woman crouched down and twisted the girl's chin. The girl was already completely terrified, and the tight constraints on her limbs made her realize that she no longer had the slightest possibility of resisting, she could only weakly nod her head to show her cooperation, and she didn't even dare to say any more words to beg for mercy. The caninization of the girl's restraints continued. "This is a leather girdle that is specially fitted for this outfit, just put it on like an unusual girdle, it can be tightened up to 17 inches and will definitely ensure that the dog has a standard slim waist!" The man removed the girdle from its case, the girdle looked very thin at first glance, however the embedded high strength steel plates made it a full blown torture device. "No, no, no, don't ......" The girl saw a little bit of cold light under the lace fabric of the girdle, together with the steel wire used to collect the girdle in the back, let her feel the fear that she had never experienced before, she couldn't imagine what it would be like to have such a hard thing strangling her internal organs. torture. "Corset in the wearing process may bring a little discomfort, you can synchronize this put on, can save a lot of trouble yo!" The man reached out and pointed to a pair of gags in the corner of the box. The girls immediately understood and grabbed the gags and put them on the girls' heads. This was a harness-type gag, the more than ten straps across the entire head were like a complex net covering the girl's entire head, after pulling the ring tightly, there was no way that she could break free from this leather net with her own strength. But what really terrified the girl was the gag - instead of the usual mesh or solid rubber ball, it was a man's [X_X] reverse molded silicone dildo! The appalling length combined with the revolting shape gave the girl not a single reason to take it in her own mouth. "Mmmm ...... mmmm ......" The girl pursed her lips tightly while constantly bobbing her head to prevent the dildo from entering, and the bullies were quick to serve it up with slaps, however this time, perhaps because she was feeling too humiliating, even though her cheeks were already swollen, the girl still didn't give in easily. "Hey ...... really, don't be so violent, sometimes outsmarting is more effective!" The man greeted the girls and stepped aside, while he himself took out a simple wooden clip. He spread the clip open and aimed it at the girl's nose and clamped it on. The clip held down the nose and quickly closed the girl's nasal passage. With her lips closed and her nose pinched shut, the girl was soon gasping for air, and she tried to reach out and remove the clip, but her arms, already tied up into two meat sticks, couldn't even reach her chin at the moment! After only half a minute, the girl's whole head had already turned purple, and finally with an "ah", she finally opened her mouth in defeat, and the fake Y device that had been waiting for a long time at the edge of her mouth then pushed down her open lips and teeth and pushed deep into her throat. ...... "Ummm! Oooooooh!" The girl not only did not get fresh air, but was instead subjected to the deep throat of the fake Y device, a violent feeling of regurgitation that made her chest suffocate in pain. However, at this moment, she could only swallow this pain, as there was not a single space left in her mouth for her to use to make a sound. Once the placement of the prosthetic Y device was complete, the numerous straps for the harness gag were quickly put into place, and the girl was now completely speechless, even her eye sight being taken away by the straps on either side of the bridge of her nose. Not only that, but the scramble around the gag had left the girl without a care in the world, and while the gag was in place, the leather girdle around her waist had been placed around her body. This girdle was relatively long, covering the entirety of her torso from just above her navel up to the [X_X] lower part of her body, and was even designed with two additional small bumps at the very top to be used as simple breast supports. Once the girdle was around the girl's waist, the burly female stepped forward and began tightening the ties at the back. She did not have the slightest mercy, directly to each section of the belt to receive the tightest, soon the girl's waist was visible "to be" slim up, and her struggle is also accompanied by the girdle tightening more and more intense, but all the moaning and begging for mercy in the filtered through the gag are only left with a slight "whimper! All moans and pleas for mercy filtered through the gag were reduced to a slight "whimper", completely devoid of any meaning.

"So I'm really tied up now, is this what it feels like to be an M?" Shina tried to rub her arms and wrists, carefully experiencing the tight and slightly helpless sensation. The straps were sturdy, restricting every joint, leaving only a few millimeters of play due to the slight elasticity of the material, making it impossible to move, let alone break free. Normally, if her hands were bound behind her like this, Shina would have been furious. However, now, not only did she have no complaints, but a sense of enjoyment and pleasure gradually emerged from the depths of her heart. The restraint on her hands opened a hidden door within her heart... Yes, she could clearly feel herself becoming somewhat addicted to it... The man meticulously checked the straps of the straitjacket. Perhaps worried that Shina, as the "big sister," might feel uncomfortable being restrained, he thoughtfully asked for her opinion: "How is it? Shall we continue?" "Of course!" Shina confirmed without even thinking. If one listened closely, one could faintly discern a slight tremor in her voice in that simple reply. The man's lips finally stretched into a wide grin: "Then the next step is to put on the gag. Please be ready." "Gag?" Shina was a bit bewildered. She had agreed to wear these straps, but when did she agree to have her mouth gagged? "Yes, didn't you notice?" The man had Shina turn to face the mirror, then tugged at a few loose straps at the nape of her neck: "This straitjacket comes with a built-in gag, attached to this collar. Once the collar is on and the remaining straps are tightened, you'll experience complete restraint." "Eh..." Shina was very surprised. She leaned closer to the mirror and looked again, and only after confirming the wide and narrow straps several times did she have to admit the man was telling the truth. She was a little surprised at her own impulsiveness, agreeing to wear such a complex restraint device without even looking closely. Others' devices were dozens of times simpler than hers! This one integrated a bra, a chastity strap, arm restraints, a collar, and a gag... With so many accessories intertwined, it was no wonder the trial fitting for this straitjacket had such generous conditions. In fact, compared to the numerous attached accessories, the "reward" was already too meager. "Alright... let's continue..." Since it had come to this, Shina could only go on. However, she also knew that her tough talk and dissatisfaction were just a facade. In her heart, she didn't have much resistance to the upcoming equipment; in fact, she was somewhat looking forward to it. "I wonder what it will feel like with the gag on? I really want to ask the 'little female dog' next to me for advice..." Shina's little heart began to race again. The man continued his professional movements. He simply adjusted the straps, then placed the collar around Shina's neck from back to front. Unlike the wide and sturdy collar worn by the female dog, this one was noticeably more slender, its appearance closer to the chokers favored by "hot girls." However, a circle of steel wire embedded in the center of the leather significantly enhanced the collar's actual restraining power, making it both aesthetically pleasing and imposing. The back of the collar was connected to the straps at the nape of the neck via a hinge and rivets, while the front had a buckle that could be locked with a small lock. The man closed the collar, took a heart-shaped silver lock from his pocket, threaded it through the buckle, and completed the lock with a crisp "click." If it had been an ordinary collar, Shina would likely have protested. But looking at the silver heart-shaped lock with small wings on either side in the mirror, its exquisite appearance made her cast aside all unpleasantness, not even thinking about the key. After completing the wearing of the collar, which looked like an accessory, the man turned to the gag at the very top. Shina didn't make a sound, but silently turned to the side, watching the man adjust the last few straps. In her imagination, a gag should be a simple device like a ball plus a strap, but the straps in the mirror were clearly not that simple. "Could it be that this gag is also like the one on that female dog, a complex harness type?" Shina's guess was soon confirmed: before her mouth was gagged, a thin, long strap circled her forehead, extending to the back of her head like a hoop encircling the upper half of her head; another strap, perpendicular to it, passed over the top of her head, intersecting the horizontal strap again at the back of her head. Below the intersection point on her forehead, this strap split into two strands, extending downwards along the sides of her nose in an inverted "Y" shape, reaching the corners of her mouth; here, the two straps intersected with the strap securing the gag, but they didn't stop there, continuing towards her chin. The man first tied the straps at the corners of her mouth at the back of Shina's head, then crossed the two straps at the chin and pulled them towards the back of Shina's neck, where they were fastened. As the three sets of straps were tightened, the gag in the center of this "strap net" naturally fell into Shina's mouth. The red silicone ball of the gag was covered with small holes, allowing the ball to deform accordingly to Shina's mouth shape, better sealing her ability to speak. However, at the same time, her saliva uncontrollably seeped out through these small holes. As soon as the man tightened all the straps of the harness gag, Shina was already frantically dealing with the saliva seeping from the corners of her mouth. "This drool... it's going to drip down my chin! Will it drip on me next!" Shina couldn't help but turn her head to look at her situation: her face in the mirror was already divided into several pieces by the black straps, her facial features distorted by the gag, coupled with the constantly spreading saliva and her panicked eyes, where was the aura of a school bully or a mature older sister? "Oh my god... have I become like this?" A sense of helplessness spread from the depths of Shina's heart, yet a hint of arousal followed: "I can't stop drooling, it'll drip down my chin and onto me... and then... there's nothing there except a bra..." "Mmm... fff..." Out of instinctive shyness, Shina subconsciously wanted to open her mouth to speak, to ask the man for help cleaning up the mess on her chin. However, not opening her mouth was one thing; not only was her intended speech completely blocked by the gag, but saliva gushed out uncontrollably through the gap when her lips parted. By the time Shina realized something was wrong, it was already too late to stop it! Shina quickly closed her eyes, unable to bear witnessing the birth of her humiliating scene in the mirror. But the cool sensation on her chest accurately pronounced her "death sentence" – this was truly a humiliation she had never experienced before! Her cheeks instantly felt hot, but at the same time, a stimulation she had never felt before took root in her heart amidst this heat! "Heh heh, it seems you're enjoying it!" The man, fittingly, switched his tone to a wicked one, making Shina's face burn even hotter. The girl's brain even felt a little oxygen-deprived, and a hazy feeling began to envelop her mind.

Facing the sheriff's unilateral control of the narrative, Xinlan did not continue to argue. Instead, she entered a silent mode. Whether facing the sheriff's accusations or his subsequent questioning, Xinlan chose to remain silent. She decided to persist like this for a while, believing that everything would be alright once her defense lawyer arrived. "Are you really not going to say anything?" Faced with Xinlan's silence, the sheriff, after a monologue of over ten minutes, finally grew angry. With a twitch of his lips, he asked one last time. Receiving no response, he huffed and left the cell, "This is contempt of law enforcement. I'll make sure you can't speak at all later!" "Hmph, what else can they do? I'll wait!" Xinlan watched the sheriff's retreating back, muttering to herself. She didn't know how long it would take for a lawyer to appear in this strange country, but the absurd restraints all over her body had made her completely lose trust in this sheriff. She was afraid to even reply, lest any word she spoke be misinterpreted and used as a new reason to persecute her. However, she had still underestimated the situation. When the sheriff returned to the cell, Xinlan was startled by the item he was holding – a horse tack-style gag! The gag consisted of a collection of leather straps of varying widths, with a large black leather mask in the center. And right in the middle of the mask stood a long, large dildo! Xinlan had seen similar sex toys like gags and balls before, but she had never tried such games. Yet, the item before her far exceeded her understanding: setting aside the complex, indistinguishable straps, the dildo, clearly a real-person mold, was leagues beyond the small plastic balls she remembered! "You... what do you want?" Xinlan, sensing something was wrong, broke her silence, her eyes filled with terror as she stared directly at the sheriff. "Hmph..." The sheriff sneered, "You don't want to talk, do you? I suppose your mouth won't be of much use from now on. How about you try out my new toy for me?" "What?" Hearing this, Xinlan felt as if she had been struck by lightning, losing all control of her expression. She could never have imagined that such a lewd and inhumane punishment could exist in a so-called sheriff's station. Such a large dildo, let alone for an ordinary person like her with no anal experience, would likely damage the throat of even a prostitute! She feared that even when her lawyer arrived, she wouldn't be able to speak properly even after the gag was removed! "Who allowed you to put this on me? I refuse! Get away!" Xinlan sternly refused, while frantically trying to move her limbs to retreat, putting as much distance as possible between herself and the sheriff. However, her movements were so clumsy that, apart from looking foolish, she could only flail in place, becoming a source of ridicule. The sheriff "watched" the struggling, naked beauty with amusement for a while, then slowly walked up to Xinlan and grabbed her chin, "Whether you wear this or not is not up to you!" "Let go... mmmph..." Xinlan tried to struggle, but her limbs were already folded and bound. Her elbows couldn't even reach her chin. After only a few seconds of twisting, her chin began to ache from the sheriff's grip. Then, taking advantage of her forced-open jaw, the sheriff pushed the dildo in his other hand into Xinlan's lips. "Mmmph! Mmmph!..." Accompanied by increasingly faint moans and intermittent struggles, the thick dildo was forcibly inserted into Xinlan's mouth. Despite her best efforts to push it out, the sheriff's strong arm was far more powerful than her tender tongue. Soon, her tongue was pressed firmly to the bottom of her mouth, her jaw forced open to its maximum, until her throat was completely blocked. "Fff... Fff..." Xinlan could no longer speak, only managing to exhale a sliver of air through her nose. The intense ache in her jaw and gums brought tears to her eyes. However, the leather mask that came with the gag quickly concealed these tear tracks, turning her entire face below the nose into a shiny, glossy black. The sheriff then meticulously tightened the straps around the mask: the top two passed on either side of her nose bridge, merging into one at her forehead before going over her head and around the back of her skull; two on each side passed above and below her ears, connecting at the back of her head, and then rejoining the straps extending from her forehead; the two straps at her jaw crossed in front of her neck and were pulled towards the back of her neck to be tied. The combination of straps, the mask, and the dildo created a solid cage, like a "birdcage," binding Xinlan's head within it. Perhaps still not entirely at ease, the sheriff even used a set of small locks to secure all the strap connections at the back of her head. Now, there was no way Xinlan could possibly spit out the wicked monstrosity in her mouth. "Why is this happening? Why are you doing this to me?" After her limbs were forcibly restrained, the forced insertion of the gag dealt another blow to Xinlan's self-esteem. She lay on the ground, powerless, unable to comprehend what wrong she had committed. The sheriff smiled with satisfaction, "Do you know you were wrong now? Do you still want to resist?" Faced with unilateral brute force and intimidation, Xinlan could only shake her head gently. For her, it was no longer a matter of "submission"; if she remained restrained like this, she feared she might lose her life in this "black prison." Watching the once strong, unyielding, beautiful girl grovel before him, the sheriff's perverse pleasure was once again satisfied. He left the cell with a satisfied grin, his lips creased, revealing yellowish teeth beneath, utterly disgusting. However, this disgusting appearance was nothing compared to the deeds he had committed. After being forcibly fitted with the gag, Xinlan was left in the sheriff's station's cell, unable to speak, her body unable to move freely, and completely naked. Her limbs were folded uncomfortably together. After a long time, her circulation was impaired, and her fingers and toes had become so numb that she could barely feel them. The dildo in her mouth was also causing her cheeks to ache, and her gums began to throb. With her throat blocked, she constantly felt the urge to vomit. The thought of having such a large, wicked-shaped object in her mouth made her furious. "This is clearly unfair. Why weren't the other involved parties arrested, and only I, an unrelated passenger, was treated like this?" Xinlan recalled the "scam parks" she had seen in the news and the stories of "missing women." In the past, she had always thought they were sensationalized rumors, but her current reality shocked her and finally made her suspect a conspiracy behind her ordeal. However, trapped within it, she couldn't fathom it or know these people's thoughts. What was more troublesome was that she could do nothing now. Forget about finding a way to escape; she couldn't even call for help, let alone being alone in a foreign country and not knowing who to turn to. A deep sense of panic enveloped her, which then transformed into despair in the dark, damp air around her... ... When the sheriff returned to the cell, there was no light left outside the small iron window. After being restrained for over ten hours, unable to stretch her limbs, and without a drop of water, Xinlan had almost lost all her vitality, slumping limply on the ground, unwilling to move. "Already giving up?" The sheriff chuckled and squatted beside Xinlan, "How is it? Does being locked up feel good?" Xinlan weakly lifted her eyelids at the sound, then shook her head and let out a soft hum. Although inaudible, it was clearly a plea for mercy. Driven by the basic instinct for survival, she no longer cared whether there was a conspiracy or not, let alone arguing about fairness. Seeing his tactic working, the sheriff switched to a gentle, coaxing tone, "Then answer me, will you be obedient from now on? If you're obedient, I'll give you something to eat and drink." "Mmmph!" Hearing about water and food, Xinlan immediately nodded vigorously, agreeing without thinking. The sheriff was pleased with her response. He took out the pre-prepared dry rations and water from behind him, placing them within Xinlan's reach. Then, he took out a key, unlocked the gag, and removed the terrifying dildo from Xinlan's mouth. "Cough, cough, cough..." Xinlan coughed painfully for a while before her throat felt slightly better. Her jaw, almost completely stretched out, would need much longer to recover from the soreness. Despite the pain, her cooperation and obedience had finally earned her a little freedom. "Sir, I was wrong, I was really wrong. Can you let me go?" Finally able to speak with some difficulty, Xinlan, as if by agreement, quickly began to confess and beg for mercy. The sheriff's gaze became increasingly arrogant, "Letting you go is not an option. However, if your attitude is good, I will guarantee basic conditions like food and water until you leave here." "Then..." Xinlan hesitated for a few seconds before slowly speaking, "Can I... go pee first?" "Pee? Hahahaha." The sheriff looked at the clean floor and understood. The girl before him was too modest to urinate on the ground and had even turned red from holding it in. Although he had encountered similar situations before, she was the first to hold it for so long and endure it. "Actually, if you can't hold it, you can just pee on the ground. Dogs do it too! Although you might get spanked by your owner," the sheriff said, half-jokingly, with a playful glint in his eyes. However, the "suggestion" he made was simply unacceptable to Xinlan. How could she, a living, breathing person, urinate on the ground like a dog? Wouldn't that mean she had no bottom line left at all!

"This is the first place where serious offenders report after being escorted from outside the prison. We will verify their identities here, take photos, and create their files," Gulets explained in detail to Jenny as two female prison guards entered the room. "Let me introduce you. These two female officers are Kelly and Monica. They will be responsible for the pre-admission preparations for female serious offenders. There will be some private procedures next, and I believe they are more suitable to guide you through them. I will leave now." After a brief introduction, Gulets instructed Kelly at the computer to register Jenny's simulated information, and then he left the room, disappearing without a trace. Thinking that there would be no more men around during the subsequent procedures, Jenny was undoubtedly relieved. Yet, for some reason, as she watched Gulets leave, a trace of panic rose in the female lawyer's heart. However, Monica quickly interrupted Jenny's thoughts: "Miss Jenny, as per Warden Gulets' instructions, Monica and I will guide you through the entire experience. To ensure you can provide a fitting evaluation, we will proceed with your admission process exactly as we would for a female serious offender. If there are any parts you find uncomfortable, please bear with us for the moment. You can provide your feedback on everything after the experience is complete." "Uh, okay," Jenny nodded, and then began to respond earnestly. Monica entered another room and took out a set of connected shackles from a cabinet. "Before the registration process officially begins, I'd like you to put this on first—prisoners transferred here are initially fitted with this restraint. Please cooperate." The shackles before her were made of stainless steel. Both the wrist and ankle rings were wide and thick, coupled with a pair of complex and solid stainless steel chains, giving them a substantial weight. The sheer weight alone would be enough to make a female prisoner abandon any thought of escape. Jenny had never worn restraints before, and looking at what was clearly the "heaviest" set, she couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. Monica, however, showed no such empathy. She picked up the handcuffs and approached Jenny from behind. "Miss Jenny, please put your hands behind your back." Jenny complied in a daze, followed by two crisp "clicks" as her hands were cuffed behind her. The chain between the handcuffs was very short, making Jenny feel uncomfortable immediately. Monica then picked up a chain and nimbly wrapped it around Jenny's waist. After tightening it, she secured it with a lock just below Jenny's navel. The chain tightly cinched Jenny's slender waist, the pressure palpable even through her clothes. Once locked, the entire chain was fixed to her waist, making it almost impossible to move. Confirming the chain was secure, Monica took another lock and connected the handcuff chain to the waist chain, severely restricting the range of motion for Jenny's hands. "Mmm... this is really a bit uncomfortable..." Jenny tried to adjust her posture, but it didn't make her feel much better. "Every serious offender is treated this way during transport. This is not something unique to our prison. We hope you can understand," Monica explained while adjusting the leg shackles. "Of course, I understand." Jenny chose not to argue. After all, as a lawyer, she had seen suspects treated this way more than once. It was only when the restraints were on her that she realized how inconvenient they were. Monica then fastened the leg shackles onto Jenny's ankles. Since Jenny was wearing a typical OL suit, there was no clothing on her ankles other than stockings. Before putting on the shackles, Monica had specifically placed a pair of leather cuffs on Jenny's ankles. "This is to prevent the shackles from chafing your skin, as they are quite heavy." "Ah, thank you!" Jenny appreciated the female officer's thoughtfulness and stood obediently while Monica fitted the leg shackles. Monica's movements were swift and precise. After locking the leg shackles, she took another piece of chain and connected the leg shackles to the waist chain. The connecting chain was slightly short, lifting the leg shackles. This effectively reduced the leg shackles' original length of over half a meter. "Come, try walking a bit," Monica said, clapping her hands. Then, she placed her hands on Jenny's shoulders and had her take a few steps to get accustomed to it. Jenny followed instructions and moved her left leg forward. But as she tried to lift her leg, a heavy force seemed to pull her foot towards the ground—the leg shackles weighed at least 5 kilograms, hindering her movement like a set of lead balls. Immense pressure bore down on her delicate ankles, quickly causing them to ache. After managing to take a step, landing became a problem—the heavy shackles dragged her foot down, making it almost impossible to position her foot correctly. Coupled with the 8-centimeter stiletto heels of her OL shoes, even maintaining balance became a challenge. Jenny managed a couple of steps before she refused to walk further. "These shackles are too heavy. It's a bit difficult for me. It's clear that those serious offenders are much stronger than I am!" she commented with a hint of self-mockery. "Heh, indeed!" Monica replied. "Most serious offenders are burly and strong. But occasionally, there are delicate ones, and these restraints are indeed unfriendly to them."

"Hmm, this attire is basically up to par." Cindy leaned over, pulling Helen's trench coat out from the gaps in the iron cage. Just as she was about to toss it aside, her hand brushed against the gag in the inner pocket. "You were supposed to wear this, why didn't you?" "Ah, Mistress, I... ah no, Slave 703 is here for the first time and is unfamiliar with the rules. If I were wearing the gag, I wouldn't be able to ask questions or find the room..." Helen quickly explained, even before Cindy could raise her whip. "Hmph, excuses..." The haughty Mistress snorted, then took out the gag and stuffed it back through the bars. "You know what to do." "Yes, Mistress..." Helen certainly knew what to do. She quickly took the gag, preparing to put it in herself. In fact, she had intended to put it back on anyway, but after the series of events she had just experienced, putting it on now held a completely different significance than she had initially imagined. Whether she was wearing it at home or taking it off temporarily in a hotel lobby restroom, she had always viewed it as merely an "enhancer" for her games with Jian. But now, it had become an extremely potent symbol of identity. Yes, putting this on was tantamount to admitting her status as a slave... Suppressing the shame and her human pride, Helen opened her mouth and took the large, phallic gag of the harness into her mouth... After fastening all the straps, she transformed back into the intoxicatingly lewd appearance she had before leaving home. However, this time, she could no longer act of her own volition. "Use these to lock the cuffs on your wrists, and then lock your hands behind your back." Cindy retrieved two small and one large brass lock from the prop box in the hallway and pushed them into the iron cage. "Mm? Woo woo woo..." Helen hesitated, but after glancing at the whip in Cindy's hand, she quickly nodded and took the locks. Helen's hand holding the locks trembled slightly. She knew all too well what this meant. Although she had worn many BDSM accessories before, none of them had been locked. She could freely remove them whenever she pleased. But once the brass locks were engaged, without a key, she would be forced to continue wearing these shameful items. Moreover, she was about to lock her hands. Once her hands were bound behind her back, even if the other accessories were unlocked, she would be helpless. This meant everything would be out of her control, and she would effectively become a slave, at the mercy of others. But Helen realized she had no choice. In fact, she was already confined in a cage half a meter square. If she didn't comply with the Mistress's demands, she might even be immobilized on the spot. To enter the room and see Jian, she had to do this. "I hope these are Jian's arrangements, or at least that she has the key..." Helen prayed silently in her heart, while threading the small lock through the clasp of the cuff. With a "click," it locked. With the third "click," Helen had fulfilled Cindy's request, locking herself behind her back. Her heart was still racing, and her breathing became rapid under the restriction of the gag. The heaving of her chest and the slight tremor in her thighs revealed her current tension. Cindy observed Helen's every reaction without any change in her expression or demeanor. She simply nodded, then pressed a button on the control panel. With a "clunk," the cage door finally opened. However, whether out of confusion or fear, Helen didn't dare to step out of the cage on her own. Cindy, however, expressed her approval of Helen's behavior. "Very good. You know to obey orders. Come out then!" Hearing the command, Helen finally took a trembling step. "Tap, tap." The simple, crisp sound of two high heels hitting the floor, yet it symbolized the beginning of a completely different Helen. "Stand still, yes, stand still right there!" Cindy continued to issue imperious commands, and Helen obediently complied. In fact, there were no other options for Helen now. Cindy went back to the prop box in the hallway, took out a chain and two large and two small locks, then came to Helen's feet. With a small lock, she completely secured the shackles on Helen's ankles. She then connected the two ends of the chain to the D-rings on the shackles, with the two large locks ensuring the chain and shackles formed a secure unit. The chain was only about 30 centimeters long, significantly restricting Helen's stride. Even the mere weight of the chain made Helen feel distinctly uncomfortable. Looking at the increased restraints on her body, her limbs losing their freedom within minutes, Helen couldn't help but feel a surge of panic. "Although this is an SM-themed hotel, to be restrained so tightly right from the start, what do they intend to do? Or is this all Jian's arrangement? Then what does she want to do?" Helen desperately wanted to ask Cindy. After all, as the administrator of this floor, if Jian had made any plans, she would most likely be aware of them. However, even if Helen dared to risk Cindy's reprimand and ask, the gag in her mouth at this moment had already eliminated any possibility of questioning. Now, she could barely utter anything beyond indistinct murmurs. "Hmm, now you look like a slave!" Cindy checked Helen's restraints again and added a few more locks to her gag. She clapped her hands in satisfaction. "Now you meet the attire requirements for slaves on the 7th floor. I'll take you to see your bedroom for tonight!" Cindy took out the last item: a leather collar with a leash. The collar wasn't particularly wide, nor was it very thick or sturdy. However, its resemblance to a pet collar made Helen's ears turn red with shame in an instant. "I can't believe I'm being stripped almost naked in public on my birthday, heavily restrained, and then led around like a dog with a collar... God, just knock me unconscious. At least then I wouldn't have to witness my own humiliating state right now..." Helen thought, her composure shattered.

Reward? Helen could only offer a bitter smile in her heart. She didn't want any "reward." Every second here was torture; she'd rather be released immediately... However, the man couldn't hear her thoughts—and even if he could, he wouldn't comply. He had Helen maintain her doggy-style position and retrieved a pair of scissors from the prop box in the hall. With a crisp "snip," the plastic rope between Helen's legs was cleanly cut! "Mmmph..." Helen let out a short groan, her heart sinking. He was really going to do it! To expose her most private parts under everyone's gaze... Helen's waist and hips trembled slightly, but she dared not resist. Instead, she forced herself to suppress her fear and maintain the humiliating posture. As she expected, the man reached out, grasped the base of the dildo inserted into her [X_X], and began to slowly withdraw the large sex toy from her body. "Mmm... mmm... mmm..." The dildo was quite substantial in diameter, and its surface was covered in bumps. The entire process of withdrawal stimulated Helen into continuous moans, and a considerable amount of precum gushed out like a spring... "Wow!" Amidst another cheer from the crowd, Helen was already panting for breath from the ordeal. But the man didn't give Helen a moment to catch her breath. He then proceeded to withdraw the dildo from Helen's rear. Following a series of intense moans, Helen's body finally gave out. With a sudden collapse of her waist, she slumped to the ground like a puddle of mud, her precum spilling across the floor. "Hmph, such stamina, not good enough..." the man grumbled, yet he showed no concern for Helen's well-being. He scooped her up by the waist and carried her towards the training apparatus in the center of the hall. With a sharp "click" of the lock, Helen was secured to a wooden stocks chest-high off the ground. The stocks rotated 90 degrees horizontally, so the openings that locked her neck in the center and her hands on either side now faced forward. Since Helen's hands were still bound behind her back, only her neck was secured this time. However, this didn't change her humiliating posture: her head thrust forward, her body forced into a bent-over stance with her buttocks sticking out, and her waist bent at a 90-degree angle. The man then picked up the shackles from the floor and fastened them to Helen's feet separately, severely restricting her lower body's movement. Now, only Helen's head protruded from one end of the stocks, while the rest of her body remained on the other side, her buttocks still sticking straight out behind her, completely immobilized. "Mmm..." Helen let out a muffled groan. The awkward position and the ache in her waist made her extremely uncomfortable, and she finally began to struggle in distress. However, as soon as her struggles began, the man slapped her buttocks hard. "Can't wait already? You'll be twisting plenty later!" Helen's buttocks were both numb and sore, but before she could cry out in pain, the man was already in front of her, removing her left contact lens. The sudden influx of light into her eye instantly turned Helen's entire mind white. The stinging pain from the bright light lingered for quite some time before subsiding. And when her vision finally began to normalize, what she saw before her made Helen's heart lurch: It was a massive dildo! More accurately, it was a dildo attached to a pair of underwear-like leather restraints, standing erect about 5 centimeters from Helen's mouth! Helen looked up from the leather underwear holding the dildo. At the end of the bare skin were a pair of proud [X_X]—the person wearing the dildo underwear was a woman! The woman's hands were also tightly bound behind her back, and she even wore a black full-head hood. This sight immediately reminded Helen of when she first arrived—was this the female slave the waiter had been disciplining in public before she came upstairs? "How could this be! Why? Why would you make a woman dress like this? And in front of me... are you going to make her blow me?" Realizing the wicked plan, Helen's stomach churned with nausea. If this was what the man called a "reward," it was utterly depraved! Even the most depraved scoundrels she knew wouldn't come up with such a vulgar idea. Not only would she be made a useless plaything in front of the men, but she would also be forced to be sexually assaulted by a woman, a slave, in public! Such a fate would make her feel utterly ashamed, even as a sex slave! Seeing her last line of defense about to be breached, the extreme sense of shame made Helen refuse to obey the man any longer. She began to struggle hysterically, howling like a wild beast and wrenching every joint in her body.

"Walk... walk out like this? In this state? Impossible!" Jane quickly understood Steve's intention – not only did he want to humiliate her in the bar, but he even wanted to continue the training on the streets! This was utterly beyond the pale! She looked at the paper again. It read: "Sleek slave undergoing training, do not disturb Master-slave S&M games." This simple piece of paper twisted what was originally illegal confinement and kidnapping into a common S&M game. It not only blocked Jane from seeking help from others but also amplified her attention-grabbing attribute tenfold! Jane could already imagine herself being surrounded by a crowd on the street, being photographed, and being openly mocked... "What if someone I know sees me? Then I'll be..." Thinking of this, Jane finally lost her composure. She thrashed wildly, trying to prevent Steve from attaching the paper to her. Steve, however, didn't get angry. He exuded an air of arrogant confidence, as if victory was already in his grasp. He deliberately twisted Jane's intentions: "Oh, oh, oh, such a strong reaction? This paper is for your own good, so people on the street know you have a master and won't rape you! Or... do you actually *want* strangers to rape you on the street? Heh, what a pervert..." "Ugh..." Jane growled in protest, her expression furious. It was clear that Steve's plan to drag her out onto the street for public S&M had completely crossed her line, not to mention the scoundrel deliberately adding insult to injury. However, Jane's anger didn't deter Steve. Instead, it made the gangster boss even more excited: "You look so cute when you're angry. I can't help but want to keep you by my side forever. Truly a rose with thorns!" Steve produced a blindfold and dangled it in front of Jane. "Ever heard of 'burying your head in the sand'? I'm sure you'll love it!" With that, he placed the blindfold over Jane's head despite her protests. "Mmmph..." Jane moaned helplessly, resigned to the reality of her sight being taken away. Without being able to see what was happening, her resistance predictably weakened. She could only lean against Steve, afraid to escape – in the darkness, she didn't know where to run, and she might even encounter other lechers who would abduct her. For now, staying with Steve, the only person she vaguely recognized (even though he was an enemy), had become the only certain option. Jane's body stopped thrashing. Steve seized this opportunity and quickly attached the incredibly humiliating paper to Jane's collar with a clip. He deliberately pressed the paper against Jane's body again and again, until the crisp sound of the paper and the ensuing humiliation fully seeped into the female prosecutor's mind. Then, he smacked Jane's ass hard: "Let's go, your good friend has been waiting for you for a long time!" "Mmmph..." Jane let out a token protest, but her feet began to move involuntarily. Deprived of her sight, her ability and willingness to resist had been greatly weakened. She knew she had no other choice but to comply with Steve's demands for public, naked, restrained training. The midnight streets were mostly deserted, with only scattered lights. The治安 in this area wasn't great; the streets had become the domain of vagrants and addicts. However, the two emerging from the bar seemed utterly out of place. The man walking ahead was impeccably dressed in a suit, a thick gold chain glinting around his neck, clearly worlds apart from the vagrants. The woman behind him also wore a chain, but not of gold jewelry – it was a very real ankle chain. Restricted by the chain and her high heels, she could only manage short, stumbling steps to keep up with the man. Her hands were bound behind her back, her thin shirt cinched into sections like a "zongzi" by the ropes, rendering her defenseless. The gag in her mouth and the blindfold prevented her from seeing where she was going or calling for help... It was obvious that the relationship between the man and the woman was far from equal. But appearing on the street at midnight dressed like this, their peculiar attire and the irregular clicking of high heels quickly attracted the attention of those around them.

"So... you agreed to become a broodmare slave for the gang?" "Mmmph..." Jane swallowed her humiliation and nodded with the little bit of freedom her head had. Nolan knew his training for the night had achieved its goal. He ruffled Jane's hair like he was patting a puppy. "Looks like you finally understand the rules here! In that case, I won't keep you waiting. I'll finish training you two as quickly as possible, leaving you just enough strength to serve your true master! As for your fates, let that person decide. Oh, right, I heard it was your birthday yesterday. A bit late, but happy birthday. After all, you won't be able to celebrate it as humans next year – if you even last until next year, hahahaha..." Jane's heart was filled with despair, especially when "birthday" was mentioned. Her heart shattered again. Her and Helen's birthdays should have been the most memorable and joyous days of the year. Why did it end up like this? After being tortured, humiliated, and sexually trained, they were locked naked on a rack to perform 69 for a crowd of perverts? She didn't understand, but she had to accept this reality and endure the bottomless training. Soon, Helen was also secured on the rack. The sturdy restraints brought the two best friends within inches of each other, but their heads and feet were positioned in reverse. However, compared to Jane, who occasionally moaned below, Helen appeared calm, seemingly unbothered by being displayed to the crowd in such a shameful pose. "My little bitch, anything you want to say to your best friend beneath you?" Nolan asked Helen "kindly" before fitting her with a gag identical to Jane's. "Nothing, Master, hurry up and fuck this slave!" Beneath the astonishing statement was a face already completely lost in a flush of arousal. Apart from her features, which were still the same as when she arrived, there was no trace of the original Helen in her expression or demeanor. "I won't fuck you this time. How about your best friend Jane fucks you instead?" "No problem, as long as I get fucked! No, as long as Master agrees to let slave be fucked by Sister Jane, this little slave agrees." Helen's response was exactly like that of a professional masochist, showing no sign that she had only undergone one night of training! This also shocked Jane. She knew her best friend had undergone horrific BDSM training, as her own experience testified. But she never imagined Helen had broken down so irrecoverably! "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Jane cried out desperately, trying to awaken Helen's reason. But their intertwined positions prevented her from seeing the other's expression, and her cries were rendered insignificant by the gag. Nolan watched the "performance" with increasing amusement. He brought the gag to Helen's side. "Of course Master agrees. Put this in, and let your big sister fuck you while letting her enjoy it too!" "Yes, Master— Mmmph..." Before Helen could finish her reply, an equally large gag was thrust directly down her throat, robbing her of her ability to speak. Jane's head was fixed upwards, so she couldn't see anything. Her vision was almost entirely blocked by Helen's firm thighs and smooth abdomen, with only a few slivers of the ceiling visible. She dared not look at the rest of her body – in fact, the strong, foul odor emanating from it nearly made Jane vomit. However, Jane soon realized she was facing a greater crisis. The thighs and abdomen of Helen above her began to writhe. This writhing wasn't a struggle; it was more like actively seeking out the toy of lust – the large dildo in front of her lips! "Mmmph..." Jane could only twist her head in the opposite direction, trying to keep the dildo away from Helen's oncoming [X]. For a moment, one end of the iron rack writhed like two slippery loaches. Although Nolan had deliberately loosened Helen's hip restraints a bit, her hips' flexibility couldn't match her neck's. Helen tried several times, but Jane dodged her. Just as this "chase and escape" repeated endlessly, seemingly without end, Jane, beneath the rack, suddenly let out a long, muffled groan. "Mmm... mmm..." Accompanied by this undulating moan, the many spectators focused on this end suddenly realized that on the other side of the rack, the dildo in Helen's mouth had already been thrust directly into Jane's pussy! Compared to Jane's extreme reserve, Helen was much more unrestrained. As soon as she thrust the dildo into Jane, her head began to move back and forth rapidly with a "slurp, slurp" sound. Jane's "Mmmph" sounds also emanated rhythmically with the in-and-out motion of the dildo. "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm—" The involuntary moans of pleasure from the women captivated the crowd, while Jane's defenses were broken down with each thrust. As the lust within her rose and her lower body became increasingly numb [X], Jane's waist suddenly went limp, and her entire body gradually stiffened, losing her ability to resist. Immediately, directly above Jane's head, the [X] that smelled fishy and opened and closed found the position of the dildo in Jane's mouth and sat down with a crisp sound! "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph..." "Mmm... mmm..." Two moans, with similar rhythms but vastly different tones, intertwined, emanating from both ends of the iron rack. "Damn it, both top and bottom are lost, it's over!" Jane was terrified. At this moment, she was no different from being raped by her best friend! In their past interactions, she had always been the one in control, but today's Helen was completely different. Being in the passive position below, the tighter restraints, and the remaining rationality put her at an absolute disadvantage, making her the "plaything"... Jane passively endured, but a wicked fire within her gradually consumed her sadness, making her entire body burn hot! As the increasingly surging and uncontrollable [X] secreted, a terrible guess came to Jane's mind – this feeling wasn't normal, she'd been drugged! "Did they put it on the dildo?" As Jane guessed the answer, her body began to enter orgasm. [X] secreted rapidly and was sucked out like a pump with the in-and-out motion of the dildo in Helen's mouth! "It's over, Helen is sucking too hard, my consciousness is going to..." Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Jane entered a state of ejaculation, and her last shred of reason gradually detached from her body...

Unlike the man's form-fitting attire, the woman's body was almost entirely concealed by a voluminous cloak, revealing only her calves clad in black stockings and high heels below the knees. Her face, from the neck up, was also almost completely hidden by a hat and mask. However, upon closer inspection, one could discern something unusual: two foreign objects were faintly visible on either side of her nose, and a thin chain, emerging from the gap in her cloak's clasp, arced to connect to the man's hand. Looking solely at this chain, the woman appeared to be led by the man like a pet, moving obediently at his command... These two individuals were, naturally, the psychiatrist Lin Shengmei and her patient, though their roles had now completely reversed. Lin Shengmei struggled forward under the man's guidance. The 16-centimeter stiletto heels were simply too steep, making it difficult to even maintain balance. The short walk from the clinic to the business building's elevator lobby had already been agonizing. Her legs, already sore from prolonged rape, began to tremble, and her toenails felt as if they were being ripped out. She longed to shed the infuriating sky-high heels, but her hands were tightly bound behind her back by a single glove, rendering them useless. The simple ankle strap on the heels prevented her from removing them entirely. She couldn't fathom how she would endure the rest of the journey, yet she had no choice but to press on as the man demanded, having already experienced the consequences of defiance, an experience she never wished to repeat. Yes, Lin Shengmei was completely under the man's control. Powerless to resist, she could only act according to his wishes. The gag, tightly stuffed in her mouth, even deprived her of the right to beg for mercy, let alone call for help. She had become his plaything, and tonight, her way of pleasing him was to venture out disguised while being meticulously restrained. "Ding-dong." The elevator arrived at their floor. As most of the business building's employees had already left for the day, the elevator had become their private carriage. The opened doors revealed an empty interior, silently awaiting their entry. "Good girl, let's go in!" The man gently tugged the chain, signaling Lin Shengmei to follow him into the elevator. "Mmmph—" Lin Shengmei was a thousand times unwilling, but she could only obediently step inside. Her heels left the carpet and landed on the marble floor of the elevator, producing a crisp "clack-clack." Coupled with her stunning figure and glossy black stockings reflected in the elevator's mirror, it created a seductive image that starkly contrasted with her eyes. The light in the elevator was brighter, and there was a camera. Lin Shengmei knew the building's security guard was watching from the monitor behind the camera. Her sky-high heels, the suspicious hooded cloak, and especially the chain around her neck were all highly conspicuous. The thought of this made her unable to remain calm. She didn't want her restraints to be discovered, especially since this was the business building where her clinic operated. If her props were exposed, her career would be ruined. But she had no control over the situation and could only try to elicit a few "mmph" sounds to attract the man's attention, begging him to be merciful and let her go—at least to hide the chain that tethered her like a dog. Perhaps her plea this time was earnest enough, as the man turned to look at Lin Shengmei, uttering a rare word of concern: "What's wrong? Do you have a request? Or are you scared?" "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!" Lin Shengmei was overjoyed and quickly glanced at the chain in front of her, signaling frantically with her eyes. "So you're worried about this chain!" The man chuckled and leaned his face close to Lin Shengmei's: "No problem, I can help you hide it, but... what are you willing to exchange for it?" Exchange? What did he mean? Lin Shengmei froze, not understanding. The man's lips curved upwards. He unzipped his shoulder bag and pulled out a silver object—it was a pair of shackles! Compared to common handcuffs, the rings of these shackles were significantly larger. Lin Shengmei immediately understood that these weren't for her hands (which were already secured by the glove) but were leg irons. The man's intention was crystal clear: if she wanted him to hide the collar and chain, she had to wear the leg irons in exchange! But just wearing the sky-high heels made walking difficult for Lin Shengmei. If she put on leg irons, she wouldn't be able to move an inch. Could she still complete the mission of a disguised outing? If she couldn't walk halfway, would he abandon her on the roadside? Moreover, the cloak only reached her knees, and leg irons would be so conspicuously exposed. How much more discreet would they be than the collar? Lin Shengmei felt that no matter which option she chose, it would be the wrong answer. However, the man clearly wasn't going to give Lin Shengmei much time to hesitate. Before she could decide, he pressed the elevator's down button! The elevator obediently responded. With a "ding," the doors closed, and it began to descend! The elevator doors on the first floor opened directly into the business building's lobby. Not only was the probability of encountering people greatly increased, but there was also a security guard on duty 24 hours a day at the central service desk. If the doors opened and he saw her being led by a chain, it would be instant social ruin! Lin Shengmei immediately panicked. The man's actions, a clear threat, made her act recklessly. Without further thought, she nodded and agreed to his demand. After all, the chain from her collar was right below her head. The first reaction of anyone seeing her would be to look at her face, which would immediately expose her. Leg irons, however, dragged on the ground, and there might be a chance to avoid detection—Lin Shengmei tried to comfort herself, barely suppressing her pounding heart. The man acted quickly. In the few dozen seconds the elevator descended, he efficiently fastened the leg irons onto Lin Shengmei's ankles. With a "clack-clack," the sturdy stainless steel rings locked securely. The 20-centimeter chain connecting the two rings became the maximum stride Lin Shengmei could take with each step. This distance was barely equivalent to the length of one high heel, turning her disguised outing into a journey of tiny steps. By the time the man finished with the leg irons and stood up, the elevator numbers had just flipped to "1." But Lin Shengmei panicked—she had cooperated with him and put on the leg irons as he demanded, but the chain around her neck hadn't been hidden yet! While the elevator was still descending, Lin Shengmei quickly whimpered, reminding the man to keep his promise. The man merely reached out and fiddled with the chain, grinning wickedly: "What, impatient already? I never said I would keep my word!" "Mmmph?" Lin Shengmei almost choked. She hadn't expected the man to be so shameless. After paying such a heavy price, she couldn't even achieve the most basic request! But now, with a chain around her neck and leg irons on her feet, both clearly exposed under the lights, how could this be considered "disguised"? It was simply "a female pervert showing off on the street"! "Could it be that his goal is to ruin my reputation?" A terrifying thought flashed through Lin Shengmei's mind, plunging her into an icy abyss. The man, watching the beautiful woman's panicked struggle, was thoroughly amused. He ignored Lin Shengmei's pleas/protests and quietly waited for the elevator's "ding-dong" to announce its arrival. Indeed, the moment the bell rang, Lin Shengmei froze as if under a spell. Her mouth, which had been "mmph-ing" and "ah-ing" a second before, instantly fell silent. She became as still as a sculpture, making no sound, as if by doing so she wouldn't alert the security guard in the lobby. But how could the man leave her any peace? Seeing Lin Shengmei turn into a living statue, he immediately reached for the chain around her neck and began to drag her out of the elevator. Lin Shengmei instinctively tried to resist, but she quickly realized her resistance was as futile as a calf at a market trying to avoid being sold. The extremely high heels and the short leg irons severely restricted her ability to exert force with her feet, so much so that a mere tug on the thin chain around her neck caused her to lose her balance and fall forward.