Optimist Woman - Gaiden/Extra Finale

"So tight... too tight... *whimper*..." Youdie grinned, pinching Natalia's nose and fitting a gag with a stopper into her mouth. "Mmph! Mmph mmph!!!" Natalia possessed deep physical strength and extreme endurance, and was also a master at escaping restraints. Her rope skills were even more profound than Youdie's. It was precisely because of this that the Ultimate Civilization had used metal restraints to limit the Killer Queen's movements. Confirming that Natalia could not break free, Youdie chuckled charmingly, "Then, let's begin the thorough examination~" "Mmph mmph mmph!!!" Youdie waved her hand, and the tall, burly man, as if lifting a chick, gripped the handles of the metal restraint frame and lifted Natalia entirely into the air. "Is there... a weapon hidden in here?" The burly man turned Natalia's private parts, which were firmly secured, towards Youdie. Youdie, with a charming smile, extended her jade-like finger and slowly probed into Natalia's honey hole. "Mmph mmph mmph mmph mmph mmph mmph mmph mmph!!!!!??? Mmph!!?!?!?!" Her warm finger, without warning, plunged deep into Natalia's honey hole, twisting and writhing wantonly inside her body like a venomous snake. In a moment, the snake moved to Natalia's rear, then penetrated deeply. Under the violation of Youdie's jade finger, Natalia trembled uncontrollably, the feeling of losing the power to resist and being toyed with made her extremely uncomfortable. "Okay, the rear is clear. Turn her over." At Youdie's instruction, the burly man rotated Natalia 180 degrees, turning her alluring face towards Youdie. Youdie smiled apologetically, removed the stopper from the gag, and then inserted her jade finger into Natalia's mouth, which was forcibly stretched open by the metal ring inside the gag. Natalia's fragrant tongue was pulled out by Youdie's hand, revealing the entire interior of her mouth. "Mmph mmph mmph..." The killing intent in Natalia's eyes grew heavier as she coldly watched Youdie's actions. "Heh heh, no hidden mechanisms here~ So, no poison hidden here either?"

Within the base of the ultimate civilization. "Goo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo!!!! Woo—" The entire space was devoid of any color except for the pure white walls. In the center of the space was an incredibly bizarre sight: the head of a woman with an incredibly hot body curve was completely covered by a white latex hood. Her jet-black hair, styled into a ponytail, emerged from a hole in the back of the white latex hood. A harness-like device resembling a gas mask covered the woman's eyes, nose, and mouth. A tube connected to this restraint mask, and crisscrossing straps firmly secured the restraint mask to the woman's beautiful head. No matter how the seductive woman tossed her alluring face, the restraint mask remained firmly in place. Her glossy black ponytail hair fluttered with the frantic trembling of her body. Her full, voluptuous body was seamlessly covered from neck to toe by a snow-white full latex suit. Beneath the snow-white rubber suit were white high-heeled rubber boots and snow-white leather pants. The rubber suit was filled with semen and aphrodisiacs. After putting it on, the woman clearly felt her body getting hotter and hotter. Her proudly erect, towering, lewd breasts were exposed to the air without any covering. The semen and aphrodisiacs inside the rubber suit slowly flowed into the depths of her fragrant, smooth [X_X]. The slender snow-white leather pants had a heart-shaped opening at the woman's pussy and asshole. A drop of clear, lewd fluid dripped between the two wet, tender flesh seams. Her round, voluptuous, lewd [X_X] buttocks were covered by the rubber suit except for the pink asshole. A large amount of cloudy semen and aphrodisiacs slowly flowed to the side of the woman's asshole. Beneath the rubber suit, her plump, bouncy, tender buttocks outlined exaggerated curves. Her deeply sunken, fragrant butt crack seemed to invite a man to thrust into her alluringly juicy asshole. The 17cm high-heeled rubber boots dug deeply into the seductive, lewd flesh of the woman's thighs, encasing her symmetrical, slender, and incredibly beautiful tender legs. The high-heeled rubber boots contained a large amount of aphrodisiacs and electrodes. A tiny current and vibration simultaneously transmitted from the woman's delicate feet. A large amount of aphrodisiacs swirled and flowed between the gaps of the woman's delicate toes. Under the effect of the aphrodisiacs, the sensitivity of the woman's delicate feet increased more than tenfold. Just walking would stimulate her to roll her eyes and continuously moan with pleasure. Small locks were added to her ankles and thighs, preventing the woman from removing these semen-abused high-heeled boots herself. Thus, Wu Yueyan stood dressed in this cruel, snow-white latex torture suit, having been placed and modified for an unknown amount of time. Wu Yueyan half-crouched on a metal base. The thick metal rod at the rear of the base retracted to align with Wu Yueyan's slender waist. Then, a thick restraint ring on the metal rod tightly cuffed Wu Yueyan's waist, completely preventing her from standing up. Wu Yueyan's beautiful hands were clenched into fists, completely encased in fingerless white leather covers. Two small locks secured the openings of the covers, making it impossible for Wu Yueyan to withdraw her delicate hands from the gloves. The white single-hand gloves that secured Wu Yueyan's arms were somewhat special, holding her delicate arms almost completely together and bent backward to her nape, forming a "W" shape. The patent leather gloves completely encased Wu Yueyan's delicate arms. Next, the straps on the gloves were tightened fiercely, completely covering Wu Yueyan's delicate arms, leaving only her two snow-white [X_X] covered palms exposed at the opening. These were chained to the buckle of the metal collar around Wu Yueyan's neck, maintaining the raised position. The straps on both sides of the single-hand gloves passed through Wu Yueyan's fragrant shoulders and armpits. As the straps on the single-hand gloves tightened, they also reinforced the tightness of the single-hand gloves binding Wu Yueyan. After Wu Yueyan's arms were tightly secured, the blood-red ultimate ropes then wound up and down around her full, alluring breasts, circling the [X_X] of those two snow-white breasts several times, finally binding Wu Yueyan's breasts into two engorged, purplish spheres. Her body, delicate arms, and even the ultimate ropes binding her breasts were secured at every crucial knot to prevent the ultimate ropes from being broken. These ultimate ropes were also bound and restrained to the thick metal rod behind Wu Yueyan, forcing Wu Yueyan to maintain a sexy posture with her chest held high and her lewd buttocks raised. Wu Yueyan's slender ankles were cuffed by iron shackles on both sides of the metal base. Combined with the restraint on her upper body, this forced Wu Yueyan to spread her legs as far back as possible, maintaining an almost half-crouching position. At this moment, two enormous vibrators attached to the metal base were violently thrusting into Wu Yueyan's front and rear orifices, one after the other. The rhythm was comparable to the frantic firing rate of a machine gun, fierce and swift, and utterly unreasonable, stimulating Wu Yueyan's pussy fluids to spray wildly. A [X_X] plug was also inserted into Wu Yueyan's [X_X]. The inner side of the plug had a rotating roller with barbs, and the part exposed outside was an electronic lock head flashing with red light. Two red and blue wires were attached to one side of the lock head. These two wires were tightly connected to the steel ring worn on Wu Yueyan's clitoris. The roller stimulated Wu Yueyan's inner cavity while drawing the [X_X] from the inner cavity into the [X_X] plug's tube. When the accumulated liquid reached a certain level, the ring locking the [X_X] would emit a strong electric shock, which would continue until the electric shock consumed the liquid and its quantity decreased to a certain level. The two delicate nipples at the tips of Wu Yueyan's breasts naturally did not escape attention. Huge claw-like mechanical devices firmly gripped Wu Yueyan's two breasts, tightly adhering to the circle of her pink areolas. Long needles extending from within the claw-like mechanical devices pierced Wu Yueyan's nipples. The irregular protrusions within the claw-like mechanical devices, like tentacles, continuously stimulated Wu Yueyan's sensitive nipples. The stimulation from all parts of her body continuously eroded Wu Yueyan's brain, causing her alluring eyes, covered by the snow-white latex hood, to roll back, and her fragrant sweat to cover her entire body. "Gas aphrodisiac intake in progress..." "Lactagogue injection in progress..." "[X_X] power increased to 1000%..." the cold machine voice echoed mercilessly. "Uh... Hure... No... I can't... Oh! Goo! My head... it's so messy... Guh!!!" Wu Yueyan's eyes became increasingly hazy, her delicate body continuously convulsed, and warm streams continuously sprayed from her sexy crotch.

"Mmmph..." "Heh, what an incompetent actress. If you're going to pretend, at least do it convincingly! I can't imagine that woman making lewd noises like you..." The mature, battle-hardened director was thus humiliatingly subjected to the playthings of her former defeated rookies until she climaxed... Just then, several curvaceous women in qipaos surrounded a beautiful woman, securely restrained by a machine, and entered the room. This woman, with snow-white skin and a scorching figure, wore a red leather restraint hood. Exquisite earrings adorned her delicate ears, and like Su Meina, she was naked, standing on tiptoe, barely touching the ground. This seductive beauty had a super-sized, hollow ball gag in her mouth. Her hands were bound tightly together behind her back with dense ropes, secured within red leather gauntlets. The gauntlets were then firmly attached to her forearms by a restraint machine with suction cups. The beauty's plump, mature breasts were high and [X_X]ed, encased in transparent, high-power breast pumps. Their enormous size was almost comparable to Su Meina's, with two transparent tubes leading to a container beneath the machine. The beauty's round, full, and luscious buttocks were slightly arched backward. Her sexy, voluptuous waist was tightly cinched by metal. Just 2CM behind her alluring buttocks were rows of waiting injection needles, filled with aphrodisiacs, anesthetics, and prolactin. The moment an order was given, or if this restrained beauty attempted the slightest struggle, these needles would mercilessly pierce her perfectly round, snow-white flesh. Her long, sensual, and well-toned legs were bound tightly together with ropes, further secured by sturdy leather straps. Chains were attached to the straps, linked to the frame on either side of the restraint machine, pulling them taut. Then, the beauty's slender calves were also locked by a metal hoop extending from beneath the restraint machine, integrating her with the device. It was evident that something thick and long had been inserted into the sexy beauty's lower body, both her honey hole and her asshole. Streams of nectar flowed down her thighs. Two mature and alluring bodies were restrained, unable to move. The soft, tender moans stirred the hearts of the qipao-clad women present. They exchanged knowing glances, their inner impulses no longer containable. They began another round of decadent BDSM training games on the two exquisite, restrained figures. For a time, women's light laughter and ecstatic moans echoed throughout the room. A full three hours passed before the exhausted qipao-clad women finally put down their whips, dildos, and nipple clamps. After drugging the two sex slaves into unconsciousness, they left the room, fully satisfied. Meanwhile, Gu Mei, the supervisor of the Rouge Club, seemed to be in no better condition than Su Meina, who was being tortured to the brink of death. Six hours earlier... "Sister Gu, a Black Gold level guest has specifically requested you," a qipao-clad woman said to Gu Mei, who was whipping Su Meina. "Oh? A Black Gold level guest?" Gu Mei's heart skipped a beat. Only distinguished guests who had spent over a million at the Rouge Club could be upgraded to Black Gold. Such a VIP was someone Gu Mei absolutely could not afford to neglect. She changed into a revealing, passion-inducing red qipao with large cutouts, black thigh-high stockings, and 12cm black heels with red soles, and headed towards the VIP room of the Rouge Club. A short while later, Gu Mei respectfully knocked and entered the VIP room. Seated on an expensive and comfortable sofa was a dignified and elegant beautiful woman. This distinguished mature woman had a perfect figure of about 170cm. Her long, black, wavy hair was casually draped behind her. Her snow-white, voluptuous body was concealed beneath a breathtaking black, deep V, low-cut, tight, backless evening gown that barely contained two mounds of plump, mature 41F cup breasts, exposing large expanses of snow-white, supple flesh. A pair of exotic butterfly masks adorned her charming face, adding a touch of mystery to this sexy and hot beautiful woman. Beneath her full, firm, and long, captivating snow-white legs, her delicate feet were bound within a pair of 16cm strappy high-heeled sandals. The mysterious beautiful woman saw Gu Mei finally appear and said in a pleasant, melodious voice, "Hmph hmph~ You're finally here? I've been waiting so long I'm getting tired. As punishment, you'll tie yourself up properly~" "Yes, beautiful lady." Responding respectfully, Gu Mei took a length of white rope from the wall. She first brought her high-heeled jade feet together and meticulously bound them tightly, rope by rope, all the way up to her thighs. Then, she skillfully and densely bound her proud breasts, securing them tightly. A rope passed through [X_X] and tightened, and then a pair of jade hands tightened the formed rope loops. An elegant and perfect self-bondage was thus completed. "Does Master have any other commands?" "Next, enjoy the pleasure of restraint to your heart's content, little slave~" the beautiful woman said in her magnetic voice. She stepped forward, extended her fair jade hand, grabbed Gu Mei's chin, and inserted a ball gag, sealing her mouth shut. "Mmmph... Mmmph..." The beautiful woman turned Gu Mei around and pressed her down. She picked up a roll of rope and tightly bound Gu Mei's arms again, fixing them rigidly upwards. Gu Mei's brows furrowed in pain, and she couldn't help but groan "Wuwuwu." Afterward, the beautiful woman pulled Gu Mei's bound, slender legs behind her, connecting them to the rope around Gu Mei's neck, directly constricting Gu Mei's breathing. Her alluring eyes widened to their fullest. "Wuu! Wuu! Wuu... Wuu! Wuu... Wuu!"

Inside the warehouse where Mi Shuyu was once held. "Yaoyao-jie, do you really have to do this? I can't assist you in this state." Mi Shuyu held the restraints, looking at Wu Siyao with a worried expression. Wu Siyao said casually, "What else can we do? To quickly find their lair, I have to pretend to be a captured sex slave and let them take me back. Don't worry, I'm the Qingtian heroine, I'll be fine." As she spoke, Wu Siyao quickly shed her sexy white bikini, kicked off her white flip-flops, clasped her hands behind her back, and said, "Come on, tie me up." Seeing that Wu Siyao had made up her mind, Mi Shuyu no longer hesitated. She picked up a pair of black restraint gloves and put them on Wu Siyao's willingly clasped hands, zipping them up tightly. Then, Mi Shuyu used restraint straps to tie Wu Siyao's wrists, which were already bound by the gloves. Next, she wrapped the straps around and around, using more than a dozen restraint straps from Wu Siyao's wrists to her elbows. The straps dug deeply into Wu Siyao's toned flesh, looking incredibly alluring. After more than a month of rest, Wu Siyao had long since recovered to her peak condition. Such harsh restraints were nothing to her. But the restraints were far from over. Mi Shuyu picked up the black leather restraint suit that had once tormented her and tightly wrapped it around Wu Siyao's body. Then, she took out two thick restraint straps and tightened them around Wu Siyao's strong waist, making her toned and sexy figure even more captivating. Finally, Mi Shuyu chuckled and picked up a restraint strap, tightly binding it around the base of Wu Siyao's breasts, making her [X_X] appear even rounder and fuller. The upper body restraints were finished, and now it was time for the Qingtian heroine's toned and powerful legs. Mi Shuyu first picked up the [X_X] that still carried her [X_X] and slowly inserted it into Wu Siyao's [X_X], causing Wu Siyao to let out a graceful moan. Mi Shuyu smiled, then picked up restraint straps and, starting from Wu Siyao's ankles, wrapped them around her thighs, creating a sexy, segmented appearance. Finally, she put on a layer of leather leg covers on the outside. Next, Mi Shuyu held Wu Siyao's delicate feet and tied her two flexible big toes together. Thus, the Qingtian heroine was tightly bound and restrained. Wu Siyao struggled slightly and found that the restraint leather was very tough, and the restraints were extremely severe. The leather around her waist greatly restricted her breathing, and her hands, bound behind her back in a straight line, were difficult to exert force with, making it hard for her to break free easily. Mi Shuyu, however, could not see through her thoughts. She tidied up the ropes and said to Wu Siyao, who was bound into a black human shape, "Yaoyao-jie, I'm going to hang you up next. Can you still manage? If not, we can find another way." Wu Siyao shook her head, signaling for her to continue. The opportunity was fleeting, and the source of the threat had to be dealt with quickly. Mi Shuyu nodded, wrapped the rope around Wu Siyao's slender neck three times, then tossed the other end of the rope over the warehouse beam and pulled down. Wu Siyao was thus lifted up. "Urgh—" Wu Siyao couldn't react in time and was choked, sticking out her tongue. Mi Shuyu, pulling the rope behind her, to prevent the criminals from seeing through the ruse, pulled the rope to the height she had been previously bound and hung, overlapping the residual rope marks and the pressure marks from the beam. This was torture for Wu Siyao. Because she was slightly shorter than Mi Shuyu, she was hung even more extremely. The rope around her neck tightened several more turns, and her toes were stretched taut, showcasing her beautiful arch. Hearing Wu Siyao's pained groans, Mi Shuyu quickly loosened the rope and asked worriedly, "Yaoyao-jie, are you okay?" Wu Siyao, tightly bound, swayed her body gently, adjusted her breathing, and said confidently, "Don't worry, I'm fine. You can tighten it a bit more; we can't let them see through the disguise." Mi Shuyu nodded helplessly and pulled the rope again, until Wu Siyao's beautiful instep was stretched into a straight line, with only the tips of her big toes barely touching the ground. Only then did Mi Shuyu stop. "Cough... cough..." The rope greatly restricted Wu Siyao's breathing, making it difficult for her to exert force to resist the pain of the restraints. Wu Siyao coughed, and a trickle of sweet saliva involuntarily flowed from the corner of her mouth. "Yaoyao-jie, next I'm going to use this gag to stuff your mouth. Do you have anything else to say?" Mi Shuyu took a red gag and a black leather hood and said to Wu Siyao. "It's fine. Once the restraints are complete, go to a safe place as soon as possible. Leave the rest to me." So, Mi Shuyu pinched Wu Siyao's chin, placed the gag in Wu Siyao's mouth, and fastened it at the back of her head. "Mmmph..." The gag still carried Mi Shuyu's sweet saliva, and the sweet taste made Wu Siyao's body tremble. Finally, Mi Shuyu put the black leather hood over Wu Siyao's head from top to bottom and tied it tightly at her neck. Thus, a fully restrained Qingtian heroine in black leather was completed.

The headquarters of the Ultimate Civilization Foundation, Chachawi's office. "Mmm—" Wu Siyao and Zhao Meihan, completely naked and bound together like a horse's harness, were thrown onto the cold office desk. Chachawi, dressed in a purple suit, stepped forward excitedly, laughing heartily, "Hahaha, Wu Sidai's bitch daughter is finally in my hands." After speaking, Chachawi waved his hand, and You Die, who had changed into an incredibly sexy OL outfit with a plunging neckline and open back, walked in, carrying a box. Chachawi took the box, opened it, and inside were neatly arranged a large pile of BDSM training tools. Chachawi picked up a metal gag and replaced the ball gag in Wu Siyao's mouth with it. Then, Chachawi removed Wu Siyao's blindfold, revealing her beautiful eyes. "Woo? Woo!!" As her eyes gradually adjusted to the light, Wu Siyao recognized the middle-aged man before her and, sensing something was wrong, twisted and struggled. "Hahahaha! You little sex slave, you're so cute when you squirm. Come!" Chachawi looked at Wu Siyao's seductive struggles, took off his pants, revealing a [X_X] of a size that made Wu Siyao's eyes widen. He grabbed Wu Siyao's small head and, with a thrust, inserted the [X_X] into Wu Siyao's wide-open mouth. "Mmmph mmmph—" Wu Siyao, bound tightly and unable to move, could only watch as her mother's top rival inserted his disgusting sex organ into her mouth. The foul smell made the young lady almost vomit. Wu Siyao desperately tried to bite off the disgusting [X_X] in her mouth, but how could she break free from the restraint of the metal gag? She could only let Chachawi grab her beautiful hair and deep-throat her again and again. "Mmmph uh, cough—cough........" Chachawi's [X_X] was thick and hard, and with each thrust, he gave Wu Siyao no time to breathe. Wu Siyao trembled uncontrollably from the violation, her eyes rolling back, and she was on the verge of losing consciousness. "Hahahaha, your little tongue is quite agile. I never expected the daughter of the esteemed Wu Sidai to have such excellent oral skills, hahahahahaha!!!" Chachawi exerted more force, feeling an unparalleled pleasure. Finally, a large amount of turbid, hot [X_X] forcefully gushed into Wu Siyao's mouth. Chachawi withdrew his long spear, pressed it against Wu Siyao's pretty face, and ejaculated another large gush of hot semen onto her face. "Cough! Cough! Cough!" Wu Siyao's body went limp, her face covered in lewd [X_X]. The large amount of hot [X_X] poured into her cavity made her almost [X_X]. Overwhelmed by immense shame, unwillingness, and exhaustion, Wu Siyao's cheeks were flushed with a lewd crimson, and she fainted.

"Crack! Snap! Clack! Creak!" The metal barrel's components were dismantled one by one, and her raven-black hair spilled out from within. Shen Yiyi's beautiful face was framed by pink, bare feet, restrained by metal shackles attached to a flesh-gland device. A large black gag was wedged into her mouth, stretching her delicate lips to their limit. The gag forced her crimson lips apart, exposing the interior of her mouth cavity for all to see. Because her pussy was being relentlessly fucked by the burly bodyguards, the heat and discomfort in her body caused Shen Yiyi's fragrant tongue to involuntarily protrude. Saliva flowed ceaselessly from her forced-open mouth, and her exquisite features were smeared with thick, white semen. Her alluring eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. "What a beauty. Your pussy is being fucked so intensely, your mouth must be feeling lonely," another bodyguard said, extending his rough, large hand to pull out Shen Yiyi's fragrant tongue. He then slowly rubbed his engorged cock against her tongue's surface. The foul odor of his body invaded Shen Yiyi's delicate nose and mouth cavity with each breath, causing her to feel an indescribable nausea. "Mmmph! Pfft! Pffft!" Bound by ropes and confined by metal, Shen Yiyi was completely unable to resist. The thick, coarse cock brutally shoved its way into her small mouth. The bodyguard thrust his hips, pumping back and forth relentlessly. Shen Yiyi felt the scalding, massive object in her mouth constantly stimulating her windpipe, making her gag uncontrollably. "Mmmph..." After having their fill of playing with Shen Yiyi's exquisite, holey flesh, the two bodyguards leisurely ran their large hands over Shen Yiyi's smooth, tender body, from her full breasts all the way down to her nether regions. Shen Yiyi's pubic hair had been completely shaved off, and directly above her cunt, a complex and decadent set of pleasure tattoos was emblazoned. After thoroughly satisfying themselves, the two bodyguards grinned lewdly, their faces full of contentment, and locked the cell door behind them as they left. Silence descended, and for Shen Yiyi, a dark, endless future of being a plaything awaited...

"Ahhhhh!!!!!" A powerful electric shock brutally jolted Shen Yiyi awake from her stupor. As Shen Yiyi's consciousness flickered back, the intense pain radiating from her entire body jolted her into a state of extreme clarity. Shen Yiyi's delicate arms were bound behind her back, stretched straight and clasped together, tightly bound by steel wire. The wire was wound several times around Shen Yiyi's wrists and elbows, twisted into a death knot by Natalia. Several strands of steel wire circled Shen Yiyi's full breasts, weaving around the outside of her arms, and finally converging at her elbows, tightly intertwined with the wire there. Her entire upper body was securely bound by the steel wire. The sturdy wire constricted Shen Yiyi's exquisite body into segments. Her snow-white breasts were pulled out from her clothes, swollen and engorged by the constricting wire. Shen Yiyi's firm, beautiful legs were pressed together, and steel wire was neatly tightened around her jade-like feet. Her ankles, knees, the space between her thighs, and her groins were all fiercely bitten by the wire. The steel wire dug deeply into Shen Yiyi's snow-white flesh, constricting her rounded, soft, beautiful legs into segments. The wire around her waist was fashioned into a strap that passed between Shen Yiyi's labia, finally returning to the knot behind her back to be secured. The wire brutally bit into the two halves of Shen Yiyi's [X_X] labia, causing Shen Yiyi immense discomfort. Three more strands of steel wire were tightly wrapped around Shen Yiyi's slender, snow-white neck. The other ends were looped over a high-hanging ring, suspending Shen Yiyi entirely, her toes just barely touching the ground. "Awake? Heh, you've wasted my time, and now I can't continue my hunt~" Natalia said, stroking the scarred, snow-white skin beneath Shen Yiyi's torn clothes. It seemed that during Shen Yiyi's unconsciousness, her body had been cruelly abused by Natalia. "Ahhhh..." As her senses gradually returned, Shen Yiyi was overwhelmed by the searing pain from all parts of her body and the burning sensation from the electric shock. Natalia discarded the electric prod in her hand and produced a spiked leather whip still dripping with blood. She toyed with it as she circled Shen Yiyi. "So, can this young lady tell me why you blocked my path, hmm? And what information you have about Sky-High Heroine. Perhaps if I'm satisfied, I can spare you some physical suffering. You've already learned, haven't you, that my whip hurts terribly when it strikes!" Natalia raised the whip and, without warning, lashed it fiercely across Shen Yiyi's high, firm breasts. "Ahhhhhh?!" Shen Yiyi screamed, her entire body convulsing uncontrollably from the intense pain. "What a delicate body~" Natalia murmured, caressing Shen Yiyi's tender skin, her eyes turning extremely sinister. The leather whip in her hand writhed like a venomous snake smelling its prey, dancing with excitement. "Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!" Shen Yiyi felt as if the two most sensitive parts of her chest had suddenly been electrocuted. The moment the dancing whip touched them, a wave of intense pain and an unyielding burning sensation washed over her. Immediately after, her beautiful buttocks, thighs, and delicate feet were lightly bitten by the snake-like whip, causing her to cry out in pain. "Yaaah!!!!" Natalia watched Shen Yiyi's body writhe and convulse rhythmically under her whip. A predatory glint flashed in her seductive eyes as she increased the speed of her lashing, the whip falling like rain upon Shen Yiyi's precious body. "Ah!!! Ugh!!! Ah!!! Yaaah!!!" Shen Yiyi was tormented by the relentless, continuous whipping, barely able to breathe. Her delicate body twisted exaggeratedly, her snow-white breasts now covered in deep red whip marks of varying lengths. Her sexy combat suit was completely torn apart, and her pair of round, high breasts bounced up and down from the lashings of the whip. "Such cute reactions, truly a rare and exquisite specimen~" Natalia paused for a moment, pinching Shen Yiyi's chin and smiling. "Mmm... Ah..." Shen Yiyi's chest heaved violently, tears streaming down like pearls from a broken string. Her flushed, beautiful eyes still stared defiantly and fiercely at Natalia. "Looking at your eyes, it seems you're not ready to surrender yet. That truly excites me," Natalia said with a seductive smile. "In that case, I'll give you a little more pleasure." As Natalia spoke, she turned and began to scan the array of torture instruments hanging on the surrounding walls. Natalia retrieved a heart-shaped brand, glowing red-hot from a nearby furnace, and dangled it before Shen Yiyi's eyes. "I just love watching beautiful flesh being mercilessly destroyed before my eyes~" With that, Natalia pressed the brand directly onto Shen Yiyi's right breast.

Mishuyu was completely submerged in green nutrient fluid, a respirator tightly sealed over her mouth and nose. Her snow-white arms were bound together behind her back, and a metal restraint frame locked her neck, elbows, wrists, slender waist, and thighs, forcing her into a graceful and alluring posture. A pair of metal breast clamps were cinched tightly at the base of Mishuyu's breasts, completely encased by a breast pump. White milk continuously flowed from the tubing at the tip of the pump. Mishuyu's breasts had long surpassed the size of basketballs, far beyond what could be described as "bursting" or "generous" breasts. A pair of colossal breasts hung in front of her, making it impossible not only to walk but even to maintain balance. After an unknown amount of time, Mishuyu slowly opened her dazed, alluring eyes and found herself suspended in mid-air, still bound by tight ropes. A gag was fitted over her mouth, connected to a transparent tube. Her five pairs of delicate fingers were clenched into fists, cast in spherical latex, her snow-white forearms bound together behind her and bent into a "W" shape. Latex restraints locked her slender wrists and upper arms, connected to a collar. Her round, fleshy thighs were folded together and securely locked by an "8"-shaped metal restraint. A pair of white latex high-heeled boots, covering her calves and lacking heels, with tall, stiff front soles resembling hooves filled with an S&M aura. A "T"-shaped restraint frame hanging from the ceiling connected to the restraints on Mishuyu's arms and legs, transforming her bound body into a sexy frog suspended in the air. A transparent white latex bodysuit clung to her delicate body, further cinching her already incredibly slender waist by several inches. An opening was left for her [X_X], and a vibrating electric rod covered in rough particles rotated and vibrated within her honey hole and rear. Her entire body's sensitivity was amplified hundreds of times, bringing Mishuyu continuous waves of peak pleasure. Two round holes were also left in the chest of the white transparent latex bodysuit, from which Mishuyu's proud, round, snow-white breasts dangled. Beside Mishuyu, a "milk-bursting" dairy cow was also suspended and restrained. A month had passed since she was kidnapped, modified, and imprisoned in the "Milking Factory" by the Ultimate Civilization Foundation for intense training. Qilanshang's face was still covered in an unbelievable, comical expression. Regret, unwillingness, shame... could be read from her no-longer-proud face, but her true thoughts were tightly sealed by the ruthless gag. It was a pity that no one could save her now... "Mmmph mmmph!!!" Her gaze returned to the other side. When Mishuyu saw the pair of breasts hanging in front of her chest, a long, mournful cry escaped her silenced mouth. Mishuyu's breasts were no longer what could be called a maiden's breasts. The snow-white, sexy flesh balls were now as large as yoga balls. Beneath the almost transparent white skin, veins were clearly visible, like two water-filled balloons hanging from her body. If not for the breast pump and bodysuit holding them, they would have likely detached from her body under the force of gravity. "Beep beep beep... Milk charge complete... Milking operation commencing..." The cold electronic voice echoed like a nightmare once more. Before Mishuyu could accept this reality, the two metal rods wedged above and below her breasts tightened at the base of her breasts and began to roll towards her nipples.

"Mmm... some kind of restraints, aren't they? They look quite unusual. Is this... an electro-shock sniper rifle? Could it be you...?" "I'm sorry..." "Haha, really. Child, this isn't your fault. Come on, use those nipple clamps and fasten them to the base of my breasts." "Mmmph..." A chill ran through Wusidai's breasts as a pair of nipple clamps was fastened to the base of her elastic mounds. "Mmm, mmm... these nipple clamps... are strange..." A current flowed through Wusidai's sensitive skin, and then, as if alive, the clamps began to tighten, only stopping when her large breasts were almost bursting. "Hoo—hoo—measuring a woman's breast tolerance limit with electricity and then tightening? What a genius." Wusidai looked at Dongfang Yue, silently admiring him. Then, Wusidai continued to patiently instruct Dongfang Yue. Red ropes danced in Dongfang Yue's hands, weaving into a net that bound Wusidai's beautiful body, cinching her toned waist several times and restricting her breathing. The female CEO's honeyed orifice was also deeply constricted by two acupoint-binding ropes. With Wusidai's cooperation, her upper body was soon bound layer by layer by the acupoint-binding ropes. "Ah... so tight... I can barely breathe. You learn quickly~ Oh, are you going to put me in a box later? Then tie me up in the 'four horses abreast' position." "Come, tie up my legs, hehe, they're afraid of my leg techniques~" Wusidai smiled, allowing Dongfang Yue to tightly bind her long, full, toned jade legs together with dozens of acupoint-binding ropes, deeply indenting them into uneven knots, full of carnal temptation. "Mmm... my legs can't move at all. Use your electronic cuffs and secure them at all my joints." As Wusidai instructed, Dongfang Yue picked up the electronic cuffs and fastened them to the female CEO's fair, slender ankles, above and below her knees, her wrists, elbows, and upper arms. The sound of crackling electricity filled the air, further constricting Wusidai's fleshy body into a more alluring and captivating form. Finally, she used the acupoint-binding ropes to connect Wusidai's ankles to her neck, binding her in the 'four horses abreast' position. "Ugh, mmm... so tight..." The acupoint-binding ropes severely inhibited Wusidai's martial arts. Unable to circulate her energy for protection, this meticulous restraint caused her considerable suffering. "Are you alright?" Dongfang Yue seemed a little worried. "Mmm, mmm... this much... is nothing... Come on, let's move to the next step. Are you going to insert those vibrators and [X_X] into my honeyed orifice and [X_X] next? Hehe..." Dongfang Yue, perhaps concerned about Wusidai's condition, deliberately chose a smaller vibrator. Wusidai saw it and quickly shook her head, "Don't worry about me, use the largest one. We can't let all this effort be in vain." Hearing Wusidai say this, Dongfang Yue had no choice but to pick up the largest vibrator and forcefully insert it into Wusidai's honeyed orifice and rear entrance, almost pushing it directly into her uterus and rectum. "Ahhhhhhh!!!!" Wusidai couldn't help but moan, and beads of cold sweat gradually seeped from her fair skin. "Alright, one last thing, gag my mouth with a ball gag. Then I won't be able to speak. Go on, I'm counting on you." Wusidai looked at Dongfang Yue encouragingly. Dongfang Yue nodded firmly, turned, and picked up a red ball gag with a large dildo attached. "Ah..." Wusidai very cooperatively opened her mouth and took the thick, bumpy dildo into her mouth, allowing the ball gag to fill her mouth and be secured behind her head. "Mmmph mmmph!" Wusidai whimpered, nodding at Dongfang Yue, smiling encouragingly, before being locked into a small box by Dongfang Yue. Dongfang Yue slung the box onto his back, mounted a motorcycle, took a deep breath, and sped away...

Hours later. Researchers in hazmat suits operated equipment and recorded data around a cylindrical object. Wu Si Dai was confined within a metal container, her voluptuous body adorned with purple succubus ropes, chains, and sturdy restraints, fixed in a straight "I" shape in the center of the container. A strangely shaped helmet was placed on Wu Si Dai's beautiful head, connected to numerous tubes. More tubes were inserted into her nose and mouth from within the helmet, continuously delivering aphrodisiac hallucinogenic gas, thick white semen, and women's milk and nectar, force-fed to her, completely sealing off her strength and senses. Her large, round breasts were firmly gripped by an overpowered breast pump, constantly extracting thick milk. Within her swollen belly, a tentacle monster was enveloped in a high concentration of potent aphrodisiac, like amniotic fluid. Wu Si Dai's nectar hole, [X_X], and rear were also tightly plugged by grotesque snake dildos, leaving no room for escape. The only way Wu Si Dai could perceive the passage of time was when the snake dildos would periodically discharge electricity and vibrate, and the tentacle monster would begin to writhe and bite, signaling the start of another round of incontinent orgasmic exertion. Wu Si Dai was also enveloped in a strong aphrodisiac, with electric pads affixed to her fair skin, keeping the muscles of Queen Dai Yan active, repeatedly experiencing orgasm after orgasm... Outside the laboratory where Wu Si Dai was held, her most cherished daughter, the heroic Wu Si Yao, was running on a high-tech treadmill connected to the power core of the ultimate civilization fortress, generating a continuous supply of electricity through Wu Si Yao's endless physical exertion. In addition to tightly bound golden ropes, Wu Si Yao's hands were forcibly encased in a pair of sturdy leather restraints, bound tightly behind her back, with silver threads wrapped several times around her fingers within. Her tender nipples were fitted with two large breast pumps, the intense suction stretching her fair, round breasts into a long, papaya-like shape. Inside, two high-speed rotating brushes continuously stimulated Wu Si Yao's swollen, sensitive nipples. Under prolonged stimulation, Wu Si Yao's nipples had already begun to constantly secrete white milk. Wu Si Yao's toned waist was also firmly secured by a metal brace. Behind her beautiful buttocks, two mechanical arms wielded leather whips, and whenever Wu Si Yao stopped, they would fiercely lash her sexy, lustful buttocks. The whips also emitted a terrifying purple light. Between Wu Si Yao's legs, a chastity device was forcibly worn, perfectly conforming to her lower body. The inside of the chastity device was densely covered with numerous raised bumps. The rough particles intermittently emitted strong electric currents. As Wu Si Yao ran, her body's movements caused her delicate labia to rub against the particles, electrifying her until her lips were soft and her legs weak. Not only that, but all the remaining empty spaces on Wu Si Yao's body were densely covered with [X_X] of various colors and electric pads, stimulating every inch of her delicate skin. Wu Si Yao's toned jade legs were exposed, and her exquisite feet were adorned with a pair of silver peep-toe high-heeled sandals. The heels of the sexy silver high-heeled sandals were a terrifying 16cm. The sandals were a size too small, tightly encasing Wu Si Yao's entire delicate, fleshy, beautiful foot. Inside, You Die had maliciously poured some man's semen, the sticky sensation worsening on Wu Si Yao's jade feet. Every crevice between her toes was repeatedly cleansed by the foul-smelling semen. A hidden lock on her slender, fair ankle prevented Wu Si Yao from removing them herself.

The moans grew clearer, and Dongfang Yue's resolve hardened. Finally, he arrived before a dungeon. Listening to the voice he knew so well from beyond the walls, Dongfang Yue, excited, even gleeful, smashed through the wall. But the sight that met his eyes pierced his heart deeply: Within the fortress of the Ultimate Civilization Foundation, in a dark and damp dungeon… Captured and reduced to a sex-slave commodity, the Sky-High Heroine Wu Siyao remained bound and imprisoned here. Her snow-white, sexy body was completely naked, adorned only by sticky, milky semen smeared all over her skin and the golden ropes tightly digging into her flesh. Her round, protruding belly was constricted by the crisscrossed golden binding ropes, clearly having been forcibly [X_X] for some time. Wu Siyao's beautiful and charming face was covered by a pitch-black S&M blindfold, her vision completely blocked and deprived. A thick dildo was stuffed into her mouth, pushed deep into her throat, her pretty face bulging high before the metal clasp was secured behind her head. Her ears were also plugged with dense earplugs, completely sealing off the Sky-High Heroine's every sense and perception. Wu Siyao's well-toned, compact limbs had been cruelly amputated. The severed ends of her jade arms and legs were fitted with silver metal interfaces. A metal stand with two thick iron rods was placed beneath her mutilated body. One long and one short iron rod were deeply inserted into her honey hole and anus. The entire metal stand, supported by the large iron rods deeply embedded in her [X_X] and rectum, forcefully held Wu Siyao's dismembered, human-pillar-like body suspended in mid-air, like a sexy figurine for anyone to toy with. Her belly, distended high due to [X_X], was further pushed out by the deeply inserted iron rod, forming a massive phallic protrusion. A multitude of veins bulged around her snow-white, sexy navel, as if Wu Siyao's [X_X] watermelon belly was about to be impaled and burst by the iron rod inserted within her. The pair of high, full, snow-white breasts on Wu Siyao's chest had long since been infused with countless doses of lactagogue. Her two massive, engorged breasts, bound by golden ropes, had been modified to be extremely plump. The swollen, purplish-red, round breasts were almost the size of her mutilated body. Her erect nipples had been abused countless times, the areolas forcibly enlarged, and thick, faucet-like metal spouts were inserted within. Wu Siyao's nipples, erect like dildos with faucets inserted, dripped a little white milk from the gaps of the tightly packed areolas. Clearly, Wu Siyao's plump, round [X_X] had already filled with sweet milk. As soon as the faucets inserted into her breasts were opened, fresh, rich milk would pour out with a "gurgle gurgle" sound. Her round breasts, bulging and protruding from the binding of the golden ropes, had been modified to be like two milking machines, ready to supply milk at any time. "Mmmph... mmmph..." The Sky-High Heroine Wu Siyao, with the dildo in her mouth, still writhed her mutilated body, propped up by the iron rods, emitting lewd and vulgar moans. Soft, pitch-black tentacles twisted in the air, suddenly gleaming with a metallic luster, transforming into sharp blades that severed all the lewd and abusive restraints and implements on Wu Siyao's body. Holding the former Sky-High Heroine, who felt like a flesh pillow, Dongfang Yue trembled with heartache and whispered, "Yaoyao..." "Ah... Hmm? Hahahaha... Give it to me... Give it to me... Ah hahahahaha..." After failing her final battle with Madam Duomei with all her might, Wu Siyao had her limbs cruelly amputated by Zha Chawei. The Sky-High Heroine lost her most powerful weapons, and her body, her strength, gradually weakened. The guilt of failing her mother's expectations, the guilt of her friend's death, the guilt of not being able to protect her lover, even causing her lover's tragic death, the regret of no longer being able to save them, the despair of no longer being able to take revenge on the Ultimate Civilization Foundation – these emotions shattered Wu Siyao's inner self, reducing her completely to a lowly, lewd, female-corrupted flesh-vessel. But as Wu Siyao's eyes focused on the man before her, her decadent, soul-stirring moans and words suddenly ceased.

"Shall we begin? Beautiful lady," the leading qipao sister asked Su Meina with a smile. "Of course, let's begin..." Su Meina replied languidly, her eyes half-closed. Before she finished speaking, Su Meina actively clasped her toned, fair, jade-like arms behind her back. The qipao ladies immediately surrounded her, grasping and holding her wrists together, then skillfully began to wrap and bind them tightly with ropes. After securely binding her wrists, they continued to wrap her clasped arms, binding her forearms, elbows, and upper arms tightly with ropes. Finally, even each of Su Meina's slender fingers was meticulously wrapped with tape. "Mmm~ It's quite secure~ They didn't even spare my fingers..." Su Meina wriggled her hands. The tape had sealed her fists together so tightly that she couldn't move a single finger. Her toned, sexy, snow-white arms were even more so, fixed firmly behind her back in a "Y" shape by the sturdy red ropes, as if they had grown together. "Next, please bring your legs together, miss," one of the qipao ladies said. She then fetched more bundles of rope and, along with several companions, gracefully knelt down. They removed Su Meina's sexy high heels from her delicate feet and then brought her long, toned, smooth legs together as much as possible. They then used ropes to firmly bind and secure her alluring toes, slender ankles, sexy calves, knees, mid-thighs, and the very roots of her thighs. "Mmm~ Mmm~" At this point, Su Meina's curvaceous, voluptuous body was almost bound into a human log. She stood rooted to the spot, unable to move even slightly, her sexy body writhing. Fortunately, Su Meina was well-trained and had ample stamina, allowing her to tremble and barely maintain her balance. Alas, the restraints at the Rouge Club were not yet finished for Su Meina. After all, this was the top-tier restraint project at the most exclusive S&M club. The qipao ladies successively brought out over a dozen thin but very resilient leather restraints and fastened them around Su Meina's alluring body, tightening them carefully. Next, the ladies took out two specially made black restraint sleeves and inserted Su Meina's toned arms and slender legs into them. These restraint sleeves had no straps to tie them shut; instead, a special solution was used to fuse them together seamlessly, tightly enclosing Su Meina's hands and feet. "It's so tight... so incredibly tight... What kind of restraint method is this? My hands and feet are completely immobilized... But how will you untie me then?" Su Meina felt her entire skin being squeezed by immense pressure. She looked down at her slender legs encased in the black restraint sleeves, and her exposed, shining snow-white feet bound by fine threads, and asked curiously. The qipao ladies exchanged smiles and said to Su Meina, "This is the most thrilling and top-tier confinement service at the Rouge Club, the 'Hellish Suffocation' restraint experience. Once the binding begins, whether the VIP regrets it or not, it will take at least a month before we release the VIP." "A month?" Just hearing the duration made Su Meina's lower body moisten. At this moment, a qipao lady pulled away the pathetic black fabric covering her chest. Two ladies took her proud, towering snow-white breasts in their hands, clamped cold metal nipple clamps at the base of her breasts, and then used ropes to tie intricate net-like knots on Su Meina's plump belly, making her slender waist even more alluring. A metal neck collar was placed around Su Meina's snow-white neck and locked with a small padlock at the back of her head, forcing the female director to maintain a posture of holding her head high and chest out. Her [X_X] was greatly stretched open by a dilator, and a string of fist-sized, round pearls [X_X] was inserted. The string of pearls was connected to a long, hollow tube. A tube was also inserted into Su Meina's [X_X]. Both tubes were led from behind Su Meina into a black device, from which they were then led out and connected to a giant dildo. "Please open your mouth, beautiful lady~" one of the qipao ladies said with a smile, holding the incredibly thick and long, still-quivering dildo. Su Meina smiled charmingly and was about to open her lips when the other woman pinched her delicate chin and slowly pushed the terrifyingly large dildo into her mouth. "Ohhnn~ Mmm mmm mmm..." A tickle arose from the depths of Su Meina's throat. Her mouth, completely filled by the dildo, could not only no longer speak but could not even let out a significant moan. The dildo was soon completely submerged in Su Meina's mouth. The qipao lady smiled with satisfaction, pressed the suction cup at the end of the dildo firmly against Su Meina's lips with her delicate fingers, and then fastened the straps on either side of the suction cup together at the back of Su Meina's head. "Wuwuwu..." Su Meina was gently lifted off the ground by several qipao ladies. They approached a technologically advanced restraint machine. Then, the qipao ladies held Su Meina's legs and inserted them into a cylindrical metal tube on the restraint machine. After positioning Su Meina with her insteps flexed and toes touching the ground, a "click" was heard as automatic metal cuffs securely locked her ankles. The inner wall of the metal tube then contracted, tightly pressing the lower part of Su Meina's calves inside.

In a grand hall on the second floor of the Silk Bondage SM Club, a colossal roulette wheel, hundreds of times larger than its gambling counterpart, dominated the space. This was the club's signature attraction – the "Beauty Roulette," designed exclusively for female clients with insatiable desires, offering the highest level of safety to ensure an exceptional experience for all distinguished guests. Any malicious harm to a female client would be met with a brutal lesson from the club's legendary mature women with ample bosoms, voluptuous hips, and long legs, as well as super-S adorable lolis. The Beauty Roulette was a permanent fixture on the second floor. Every hour, the previous guests were ushered out, making way for the next wave of eager patrons, a constant, boisterous flow. Just moments ago, a group of guests had departed. The club's pleasant female voice announced over the intercom, and a new queue of excited VIPs quickly formed at the entrance to the second-floor hall. The roulette wheel in the hall was now missing its inner circle, which had either ascended to the ceiling or descended into the floor, completely out of sight. Male guests participating in the "Beauty Roulette" program underwent a simple psychological and physical examination to gain free entry, which also included a complimentary "special drink" designed to enhance their experience. The Beauty Roulette could accommodate only 64 male guests per hour. Those who couldn't secure a spot, despite their dissatisfaction, could only wait anxiously for the next session. Once the male guests were in position in the second-floor hall, the inner circle of the roulette wheel began its slow descent from the ceiling. This inner circle also featured 64 seats, each occupied by a naked female slave. All the slaves were bound in a uniform, seductive pose: their bodies arched forward in an "L" shape, their heads and hands secured by a large wooden yoke supported by metal rods. A metal collar, also supported by metal rods, encircled their waists. The slaves' large buttocks were raised high, facing outwards from the roulette wheel. It was easy to imagine that once the wheel stopped, the male guests would be free to indulge their every whim. All the slaves had their mouths gagged with red ball gags, their eyes covered with black SM blindfolds, and a nose hook attached to their noses. The hook's end was connected to a rope that extended to the yoke, pulling their noses up into a lewd, sow-like position. The women's lower bodies were also meticulously prepared. Firstly, all of them wore unified chastity belt-style panties, with their vaginas exposed and their anuses plugged with [X_X]. Secondly, all the slaves were uniformly clad in black platform sandals with 15cm heels, their ankles chained to the floor. Despite the limited restraints, the slaves' bodies were almost entirely immobile, rendering them completely incapable of resistance. As the slaves slowly descended with the massive inner circle of the roulette wheel, syringes simultaneously rose behind each slave, injecting a tube of pink liquid into their buttocks. For a moment, all 64 slaves let out seductive screams, but they were muffled by the gags, turning into soft "wooo wooo wooo" moans. Simultaneously, two breast pumps rose from beneath each woman, clamping onto their [X_X] and beginning to operate vigorously. Those participating in the "Beauty Roulette" were all top-tier women with extreme libidos, their breasts overflowing with milk, creating an incredibly sensual scene. The sight sent the male guests below into a frenzy, their massive cocks throbbing towards the heavens. As if sensing the mutual desires, the inner roulette wheel finally landed completely on the floor and ceased its rotation. The male guests immediately surged forward, rushing towards the female slaves opposite them and beginning to thrust frantically. The slaves in the inner circle were already consumed by lust, and as they felt the impact of the hot cocks, they experienced immense pleasure. Although their bodies were rigidly fixed by the yokes and collars, they still managed to writhe their beautiful buttocks, accommodating the thrusts of the cocks. Soon, the male guests had ejaculated multiple times on the slaves, and the scene gradually returned to a more controlled state. The male guests began to display their training talents. Some chose to remove the [X_X] plugs from the slaves and then unleashed another barrage of semen into their narrow anuses; others removed the breast pumps, embracing the women's magnificent breasts and grinding their cocks against them in a form of tribadism. Before long, more than half of the hour-long session had passed. Just as the male guests were still wanting more, the most exciting part of the "Beauty Roulette" began. Monitors beside each slave lit up, displaying the slaves' profiles: candid photos, orgasm photos, full-body candid shots, and full-body bondage photos. These were followed by data such as the slaves' names, professions, and hobbies. Some male guests, upon seeing the exquisite beauty of the slave they were currently with, became even more aroused, ejaculating again; others discovered that the slave they were with held a high position, igniting their desire for conquest, and their thrusts became more vigorous.

"So beautiful..." the burly man in the lead praised his work with a smack of his lips after the binding was complete. "Mmmph... Is it done? Then let's leave quickly. I still need to get back to cook for my daughter," Wusidai urged, enduring the discomfort in her body. "Please bear with us a moment longer, Lady Wu. We still have some instruments to attach to you," said another burly man, picking up a strangely shaped gag. "What is this... for gagging me? Ahga... Ah... Ahhh..." Wusidai looked curiously at the peculiar gag, about to ask, when the burly man unceremoniously gripped her jaw and shoved the cold, metallic gag into her mouth. The gag was designed like a mousetrap, but it actually opened outwards. After the burly man inserted it into Wusidai's mouth, the spring began to push upwards, the metal frame firmly pressing against the roof of her mouth, forcing her jaw open to its maximum extent. The curved pin on the outside then slid into Wusidai's delicate nostrils. The tip of the pin was a soft rubber stopper, which not only used her nasal cavity as a pivot point to secure the gag but also effectively prevented her from making any sound through her nose. "Ah... Gggh... Hmph..." Deprived of her voice, Wusidai could only emit meaningless grunts, her tongue forced to protrude. This cruel gag clearly marred her beauty, yet it could not diminish Wusidai's allure. Next, another burly man stepped before Wusidai, holding a small metal ring. He opened the ring and, to her shock, pierced her delicate tongue! "Gggh!" Wusidai cried out in pain, glaring fiercely at the man. She had never imagined that restraints would involve such bodily harm. But in the next instant, Wusidai felt a chill on her chest. The other two burly men, each holding a metal nipple ring, had pierced her large nipples without any gentleness. "Awoogghh!!!" Wusidai finally lost her composure, writhing and struggling violently. However, she was clearly incapable of resisting now. The burly man in the lead took two short, thin chains, connecting Wusidai's tongue to her nipples. This way, any slight movement of her ample breasts would cause the chains to tug at her sensitive tongue, inflicting immense pain. "Mmm... My mouth is so sore... It hurts... It's so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..." Even Wusidai could barely endure such cruel restraint. Her mature, full body began to exude a faint feminine scent, her freshly cleaned skin once again slick with sweat. "Mom!" Wuyueyan, seeing her mother bound in such a state, rushed over anxiously. "Wuwuwuwuwu! Awo... Awow..." Wusidai looked at her daughter's heartbroken gaze, her own heart shattering. She didn't care about herself, but seeing her beloved daughter so distressed, Wusidai blamed herself fiercely. Yet, with her mouth so outrageously restrained, how could she express her apologies to her daughter? All Wusidai could do was whimper and crouch down. Wuyueyan immediately burst into tears and rushed to embrace her mother. Wusidai could do nothing now but endure the searing pain and sway her soft, full breasts, trying to comfort her daughter's frightened spirit. "Very well, we shall escort you to the Supreme Tribunal for judgment." A burly man roughly rummaged through the shoe cabinet in Wusidai's home, then produced a pair of 16cm black fish-mouth stiletto platform sandals, which could only be described as foot-torture devices. Without a word, he forced them onto Wusidai's fair, jade-like feet. "Wuga... Hooo! Wu... Wuwuwu!" The burly men finally placed a wide metal collar around Wusidai's neck, making it almost impossible for her to turn her head. They then roughly pulled Wusidai by the thin, long chain attached to the collar, separating the reluctant mother and daughter, and watched as she slowly disappeared from Wuyueyan's sight. The empty home no longer held any warmth. Only Wuyueyan stood there, gritting her teeth, her face contorted with rage as she watched the group of rough men cruelly bind her beloved mother and take her away.

A frenzied beastman cautiously stepped forward, roaring at Wu Yueyan, "Take off your clothes! Who can guarantee that your clothes aren't hiding anything that can be used to break free!" "Tch!" Wu Yueyan snorted coldly, then swiftly stripped off all her clothes, revealing her snow-white, proud, and hot body, and placed her hands behind her back. Several beastmen exchanged glances, then roared in unison and lunged at Wu Yueyan with their ultimate ropes. Some grabbed Wu Yueyan's slender, sensual legs, while others firmly secured her wrists clasped behind her back. The blood-red ropes, like agile venomous snakes, quickly bound Wu Yueyan's wrists and delicate arms, hoisting them up to her slender neck in a "W" shape, tightly securing them. Then, they wrapped around Wu Yueyan's full, high breasts, constricting them into a string of flesh gourds. "Such smooth skin... these legs... Hahahaha..." one beastman, while binding Wu Yueyan's delicate legs, lewdly licked her smooth, beautiful feet with his rough tongue and chuckled. The blood-red glowing ultimate ropes lay on Wu Yueyan's fair, slender, and tightly pressed thighs. The rope end passed through the loop and was pulled tight in the opposite direction, then wound around for more than ten turns. Next, the rope end passed through the gap between Wu Yueyan's legs, tightening into a cross shape with the horizontal rope until the loop was tightly cinched into Wu Yueyan's fair, tender flesh. It then continued downwards along the binding rope, using the same technique to wrap and tighten until Wu Yueyan's peerless legs could no longer be separated by even a millimeter. "Heh heh~ Great Commander? Aren't you obediently tied into a slutty piece of flesh~ Countless big dicks will [X_X] you next~" The beastmen, seeing Wu Yueyan tightly bound all over by the dense ultimate ropes, grew bolder. They lewdly chuckled, unfastened their pants, and held their scorching hot dicks. "Heh... Interesting... I was so scared I almost peed myself just now... What can you do to me?" Wu Yueyan arrogantly tossed her black hair and said contemptuously. "Bitch, you're still talking tough even when you're about to be fucked to death, Hahahaha!!!" The beastmen roared with laughter, grabbed Wu Yueyan's discarded white lace panties, pinched Wu Yueyan's delicate chin, and shoved them forcefully into Wu Yueyan's mouth. "How is it? Smells good, right? Original flavor! Hehehehe!!!" The beastmen shouted lewdly as they shoved. "Mmmph oh oh oh oh?! Mmmph mmmph mmmph?!!!" Wu Yueyan furrowed her beautiful brows. After the white lace panties were completely stuffed into her mouth, Wu Yueyan's cherry lips were completely filled, leaving no space. Her cheeks bulged into two cute mounds as the lace panties absorbed her saliva. At this moment, another beastman approached Wu Yueyan with a wooden box and opened it, revealing a strange gag. In the center of the gag was a super-sized, mirror-polished steel ball gag. The connecting pieces on either side were no longer ordinary straps but were made of a ring-shaped iron ring. The tail end of this iron ring was fitted with a heavy lock and a leather strap with a nose hook. The beastman directly placed the steel ball gag in the center of Wu Yueyan's mouth. The steel rings on both sides locked with a crisp "click." The design of the steel rings was already narrow, making Wu Yueyan's delicate face appear even smaller and more exquisite. The steel rings tightly constricted her small cheeks, the ball gag was firmly fixed between Wu Yueyan's lips and teeth, and it tightly clamped her jaw, completely immobilizing Wu Yueyan's mouth. Then, the beastman inserted the nose hook into Wu Yueyan's two delicate nostrils. After tightening it at the back of her head, Wu Yueyan's two exquisite nostrils were pulled upwards into seductive slits. Wu Yueyan felt as if her jaw was about to dislocate, and endless pain emanated from all parts of her delicate face. "Moo goo! Moo woo woo... Woo woo woo!!!!! Woo woo woo!!!!!" Having completed the restraint of this beauty, the greatest enemy of the ultimate civilization, the beastmen immediately pressed the fully bound Wu Yueyan, her mouth completely gagged, under their crotches and began to [X_X] her fiercely with their big dicks inserted into Wu Yueyan's honey hole and rear. "Woo woo woo?! Woo woo woo oh?!" "You stinking bitch, you killed so many of my brothers, and now you've fallen into my hands, let's see how I fuck you to death, you slut who deserves to be fucked!!!!" The beastmen roared with laughter. The revenge [X_X] made their lust even more intense. They thrust their scorching hot dicks into Wu Yueyan's flesh holes like pistons, pounding ferociously. They held her between them, fucking her until she moaned and cried out. They also forcefully squeezed her pair of snow-white, soft [X_X], kneading them hard, and twisted Wu Yueyan's most sensitive nipples, forcibly twisting them several turns in opposite directions. "Woo woo woo?! Woo woo woo!!!" Wu Yueyan's eyes widened with lust as she was twisted, moaning incessantly. Her fair, tender body trembled violently under the beastmen's crotches. "Ha! This bitch's ass is so perky, her thighs are so smooth..." "These fleshy legs feel so good~ Touching them makes me incredibly excited, hahahaha!!!" The beastmen laughed and fucked harder, becoming more aroused. Wu Yueyan's beautiful body and sensual legs continuously writhed and rubbed against their rough bodies, further stimulating their desire to ravage the beauty. Countless scorching hot dicks relentlessly thrust into Wu Yueyan's [X_X] hundreds of times. "Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft!!!!!!!!!!!" Countless white, hot [X_X] were ejaculated like a tide into Wu Yueyan's reddened honey hole and rear amidst the beastmen's continuous thrusting. As Wu Yueyan's smooth legs writhed, a large amount of semen slowly dripped out from her lower body.

Zhu Mengxue's eyes were covered by a mask, and unable to see, she instinctively tried to open her mouth wide to breathe, scream, and moan, but her delicate mouth was already stuffed full with a gag and a tube, and even her nostrils were filled with tubes. Not only could her mouth not make any meaningful sound, but her tongue couldn't move an inch. Zhu Mengxue began to try to move her shapely legs again, but her legs, suspended and bound, were bent backward and restrained. Her ankles, knees, and thighs were tightly wrapped and secured circle by circle with ropes, biting deeply into her tender, moist flesh. No matter how hard Zhu Mengxue struggled, she couldn't move an inch. Moreover, the mechanical arm holding Zhu Mengxue's delicate body seemed to sense her intent to struggle. As soon as she struggled or tried to find a loophole in the restraints, the dildos inserted into her pussy and anus would automatically increase their power, causing her entire body to convulse and tremble violently, and her pussy water to gush out continuously. "Mmm-woo-woo-woo!!! Gwu-woo-woo... Hoo... Mmm... There's something below... Is it going to..." Zhu Mengxue, naked and unable to resist, couldn't make any defensive moves. Her sensitive futanari penis was cruelly squeezed by the cold machinery. The intense discomfort caused by the control over her most sensitive parts made Zhu Mengxue immediately writhe her waist and struggle, instinctively trying to break free from the mechanical control. However, such resistance would only be met with more inhumane punishment. The mechanical arm positioned Zhu Mengxue's futanari penis, and a vibrator connected to a motor extended and aimed at the futanari penis shaft, thrusting into it. The vibrator was filled with rough particles. When the switch was turned on, it was as if thousands of hands were wantonly caressing Zhu Mengxue's [X_X] penis, making Zhu Mengxue's large penis feel like she was about to die from pleasure. "Guh-en-en! Mmm-woo-woo-woo... Guh-woo-woo-woo!!! [X_X] Below... it's coming out... Ahhh... but it feels like something..." The forcibly modified penis shaft was extremely sensitive. After only a short while of the vibrator thrusting into Zhu Mengxue's penis, Zhu Mengxue felt her control over her climax slipping. Just as Zhu Mengxue convulsed her delicate body, wanting to ejaculate, a steel needle extended from the vibrator and pierced directly into Zhu Mengxue's penis's [X_X], forcefully pushing back the semen that was about to surge out. "Mmm-wu? Pwu-woo-woo-woo! I can't take it anymore... I'm dying... dying..." Zhu Mengxue, stimulated by the relentless violation but unable to find release, was in extreme pain and struggled even more desperately. However, this behavior further triggered the restraint mechanism of the machine, and the fake phallus thrust even harder. At the same time, mechanical arms extended huge syringes, piercing Zhu Mengxue's buttocks and breasts one by one, suppressing Zhu Mengxue's will to resist and returning her to the state of a pliable piece of meat. Then, a pair of large suction cups attached to her high, full, and voluptuous breasts. Not far from Zhu Mengxue, a hot and sexy mature sow was also bound. "Mmm-en-en-en-en-en-en-en!!!" A charming yet suppressed and pained moan emanated from the mature woman's tightly gagged mouth. A huge, hollowed-out, red horse-bit-shaped gag was firmly blocking Su Meina's fiery red lips. The straps of the horse-bit gag pressed tightly against her smooth forehead and high nose, hooked her delicate chin, and dug fiercely into the sides of Su Meina's mouth, finally locking at the back of her head, rendering Su Meina unable to speak any words. Su Meina's hot and voluptuous shapely arms were raised high above her head. Dense ropes tightly bound her wrists, clasped together behind her head, forcing Su Meina to shamelessly expose her smooth, graceful shoulders and beautiful armpits. Su Meina's plump breasts, which had been trained and modified for ten years, were further constricted at their roots by several ropes. These ropes crisscrossed through the white, soft breast flesh, forming a perfect net that squeezed Su Meina's breasts into a state of rapid swelling. With a slight struggle, they would bounce sexily like balls. On Su Meina's two soft, smooth, and plump breasts, the ends of the rope net were tightly tied to the mature woman's [X_X] large brown nipples, forming a pair of "rice" character-shaped knots on the two swollen, round, and bursting mounds of Su Meina's chest, binding her breasts like delicious and tempting giant watermelons caught in a large net. On Su Meina's breasts, which had been modified beyond recognition, a pair of oval, giant suction cups connected to transparent tubes were also attached. Beneath the crisscrossing ropes, they gently rose and fell with Su Meina's difficult breaths. Su Meina's voluptuous waist was also tightly bound by layers of rope netting, directly constricting and compressing this old sow's waist several times, making her breathing extremely difficult. Beneath the rope net at Su Meina's waist were several crotch ropes that dug into Su Meina's pussy and anus. The crotch ropes firmly secured two oversized vibrating dildos inserted into Su Meina's pussy and anus, preventing them from loosening or detaching with Su Meina's struggles. The bottom ends of the vibrating dildos were connected to two transparent tubes. Su Meina's pair of powerful, long, and shapely mature female legs were spread to their limit in a sexy split, forming a 180-degree angle. Her slender, white ankles were wrapped with several loops of rope and pulled firmly to the sides, while her knees were each shackled by two large iron cuffs. The cruel restraints left Su Meina unable to move even an inch. It was even difficult for her to twist her body slightly, and she could only let out waves of helpless moans. "Mmm-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-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Shortly after, the shimmering silver-white evening gown was neatly folded and placed on the floor. The sexy lace lingerie and lace panties were also folded neatly, lying quietly atop the gown. Wu Yueyan's body was bathed in a hazy, flesh-toned glow. She knelt naked in the center of a circle of admirers, her eyes closed, presenting a picture of utter submission. Seeing that the time was ripe, Mixio commanded his subordinates, "Excellent! Let us place the heavy shackles upon Commander Wu!" Before long, several burly men disguised as agents brought forth a set of heavy shackles forged from various special materials. They surrounded Wu Yueyan. This set of shackles fused the strongest and most resilient metals in this world. It had also been soaked for an extended period in a mixture of highly concentrated muscle relaxants, aphrodisiacs, lactagogues, and diuretics. Finally, after countless advanced and intricate processes, it was cast. It would not rust or age upon contact with a woman's skin, nor would it be corroded by bodily fluids. Even if minor cracks appeared, they would self-fuse and repair. Furthermore, this material, when heated by a woman's body temperature, would grow fine, spiral barbs that would integrate with the slave girl's skin, rendering the shackles irremovable for the rest of her life. The shackles were square and a magnificent gold, with three openings: one large and two small. These were designed to restrain the slave girl's neck and wrists. However, unlike ordinary neck and wrist shackles, the two holes for the wrists were located diagonally behind the neck restraint. The shackles were as heavy as their name suggested; the two tallest and strongest agents present had to exert all their strength to finally open them. Then, several agents, holding Wu Yueyan's smooth, delicate body and pulling her black hair, pressed the Sky-High Heroine's slender neck and wrists into the semicircular openings. With a "click," the agents closed the two halves of the shackles, locking them shut. The three openings on the shackles were very narrow. After Wu Yueyan was shackled, her wrists and neck immediately felt a strong sense of restraint, as if she were being choked. Her breathing began to become difficult. Moreover, with the restriction of these special neck and wrist shackles, her hands were forced to spread out to their maximum extent, tightly bound diagonally behind her head. Her full, snow-white breasts were shamefully thrust upwards, exposed and bare. Her beautiful arms were splayed outwards, creating two beautifully curved lines of her shoulder blades against her snow-white back, resembling a pair of stunning butterfly wings that fully showcased the symmetrical beauty of the Sky-High Heroine's delicate body. In addition to this, the square neck and wrist shackles had an additional small hole at each of the four corners and at the center of each of the four sides, totaling eight small holes. It was obvious that these were for connecting with other restraints during the subsequent confinement, intensifying Wu Yueyan's bondage. Her strong, shapely legs, capable of shattering mountains and having kicked countless ferocious beasts to death, were already bound tightly by the blood-red ultimate leg restraints. The rope loops had deeply dug into her snow-white flesh, creating several reddened indentations on Wu Yueyan's full, plump thigh meat. Next, agents from the Civilization Reconstruction Engineering Department of the New Earth United Government brought over an even larger and heavier "hip and foot shackle" to be placed on Wu Yueyan. Similar to the neck and wrist shackles that bound Wu Yueyan, this "hip and foot shackle" was also cast from a square piece of special material. The shackle surface had three openings: one large and two small, arranged in a "品" shape. The large central hole was exceptionally wide, presumably for restraining the slave girl's perky buttocks. The two small holes at the bottom left and bottom right were just large enough to accommodate each of her slender ankles. The agents, disregarding Wu Yueyan's noble status as if she were a female criminal guilty of a serious offense, opened the hip and foot shackle. They forcefully grabbed Wu Yueyan's fair and rosy feet and inserted them into the two small holes beneath the shackle surface. "Click!" With a crisp metallic sound, the shackles closed. The upper and lower semicircles perfectly conformed to the size of Wu Yueyan's delicate ankles, completely immobilizing these exceptionally skilled feet within the narrow space, leaving not even an inch of movement for the powerful Sky-High Heroine. Subsequently, several agents lifted Wu Yueyan's voluptuous and shapely buttocks and aimed them at the central opening of the shackle surface. Using all their might, they pushed and squeezed, roughly forcing Wu Yueyan's pair of millstone-sized, plump, fleshy buttocks into the hip and foot shackle. Wu Yueyan's [X_X] alluring buttocks were thus locked within the heavy shackles, leaving her in the humiliating posture of kneeling and presenting her rear, her most private, peach-blossom-like honey cave shamefully exposed for all to feast their eyes upon. Viewed from behind, a pair of plump, rounded buttocks protruded from the square shackle surface. Between the two elastic buttocks, a pale pink daisy bloomed charmingly, its delicate folds clearly visible, contracting and expanding with the breathing of the lustful flesh within the shackle. Below the pistil were two smooth labia, bathed in a honeyed fluid of lust. The rounded, full honey cave was already slightly reddened by the fires of desire. The agents paid no mind to Wu Yueyan's current physiological state. They then brought out three thick, heavy circular iron hoops welded together in a triangular arrangement. The middle hoop was larger and tightly clasped around Wu Yueyan's firm waist. The two lower hoops were smaller and locked onto the space between Wu Yueyan's thighs. In this way, Wu Yueyan's shapely, fiery long legs were completely fixed by her own slender, wild waist. Even without the shackles, she would have to obediently present her rear and kneel on the ground. The leg hoops were extremely tight, as if they were about to bite through Wu Yueyan's leg bones. The hoop surfaces deeply embedded themselves into her tender, fragrant flesh, creating sensually deep indentations in Wu Yueyan's full, lustrous leg skin. "Hoo... hoo..." Wu Yueyan's breathing became heavy. The waist hoop seemed to be too small for her. The resulting restraint made her breathing very difficult, greatly diminishing her strength. After the waist and leg restraints were locked, Wu Yueyan's lower body had no room for movement. A moment later, her bent thighs began to feel a faint numbness. She tried to move slightly, her muscles tensing, but her plump buttocks were clamped so tightly that she couldn't even extend her thighs a millimeter. She had no choice but to give up struggling. At this moment, Mixio personally stepped forward, holding two small spherical metal cuffs. He said to Wu Yueyan, "Commander Wu, please clench your fists." Wu Yueyan obediently clenched her delicate fists, allowing Mixio to place the spherical metal [X_X] onto her delicate hands, and then weld them onto the neck and wrist shackles. The inner wall of the spherical metal cuffs pressed against Wu Yueyan's knuckles, trapping her skillful hands, which were adept at all forms of martial arts, in a frustratingly tight grip. She could only clench her fists in defiance, unable to make any other movement. These specially made metal cuffs, several centimeters thick, were absolutely impossible for even the Sky-High Heroine to force open from the inside with the outward force of her fingers. The restraints on Wu Yueyan seemed far from over. The agents brought out eight circular rods made of special materials and inserted them one by one into the small holes left on the shackle surfaces. The neck and wrist shackles, as well as the hip and foot shackles, were identical in size, both square. Each corner and the midpoint of each side had a small hole. Now, these small holes were pierced through by the circular rods, two by two. The eight rods, each connected at one end to the neck and wrist shackles and at the other end to the hip and foot shackles, had threads on both ends, which were tightly screwed down with nuts. Thus, the neck and wrist shackles, the hip and foot shackles, and the eight rods formed a horizontal "dog cage." The neck and wrist shackles served as the top of the cage, the hip and foot shackles as the bottom, and the rods as the bars, tightly confining this Sky-High Heroine slave bitch, who was presenting her rear, within. All the nuts were tightened to their maximum, and the distance between the two heavy shackles contracted as much as possible. Wu Yueyan's slender waist, under the pressure of the shackles, could only arch to its extreme, forming a beautiful, desolate crescent arc, with no room for any further twisting. To resist this feeling of confinement that was almost crushing her breath, all the beautiful muscles on Wu Yueyan's back tensed with all their might, like pieces of white jade with distinct contours, sculpted by a master craftsman, breathtakingly beautiful. After completing all this, the agents used two sets of chains to hoist the cage that restrained Wu Yueyan. Wu Yueyan's voluptuous, fiery body was thus suspended in mid-air, completely exposed and without support. In this manner, the neck and wrist shackles forged from mixed materials firmly secured the former resistance army commander, the Sky-High Heroine Wu Yue's hands to the rear sides of her head, her arms forced outwards, revealing beautiful shoulder blade curves on her back. Her long, slender legs, which had killed countless enemies, were held in a lustful posture with her thighs fixed to her waist by the waist restraints and her ankles locked by the hip and foot shackles. She could only maintain the humiliating posture of kneeling and presenting her rear, her two plump, lustful buttocks翘ing higher than the sky. Before long, small beads of fragrant sweat appeared on the snow-white skin of Wu Yueyan's back due to her struggles and exertion. It was as if she had been coated in essential oil, reflecting a seductive sheen under the sunlight, making Wu Yueyan's plump flesh and graceful figure even more alluring. Seeing that the restraints were complete, the cautious Mixio personally inspected everything and finally nodded with satisfaction. He walked up to Wu Yueyan, reached out, and gently lifted her fragrant chin. He observed her closely for a moment and praised, "Commander Wu, you look truly beautiful now. We will be applying makeup to you next, and we hope for your full cooperation." With a wave of Mixio's hand, a large group of mature female agents surrounded Wu Yueyan. Some wiped Wu Yueyan's fragrant, shapely, and beautiful body, while others applied makeup to her. Wu Yueyan was also very obedient, slightly parting her red lips as the mature female agents applied lipstick and powder to her. Before long, Wu Yueyan, already as beautiful as a fallen swan, appeared even more like a celestial being. Afterward, Mixio personally placed a horse-bit-style metal gag in Wu Yueyan's mouth and securely locked it behind her head, completely depriving her of the right to speak. "Mmmph ah ah ah! Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ah ah!!!!!"

The restraints on Wu Sidai were now essentially complete, with only a few finishing touches remaining. Wu Sidai's hands were bound behind her in a reverse Guanyin pose, rendering even her fingers immobile. The mature female agent then produced several leather straps and secured them around Wu Sidai's body, reinforcing the restraint on her arms once more. A g-string fashioned from a bondage rope quickly appeared around Wu Sidai's waist. The agent deliberately tied a rather large knot where the rope constricted Wu Sidai's [X_X]. This knot pressed directly against Wu Sidai's most sensitive area, eliciting a soft cry from her. Listening to the lewd moans emanating from Wu Sidai's lips, the mature female agent furrowed her brows; it seemed the restraint for Wu Sidai's head was about to begin. Before commencing the head restraint, Wu Sidai needed to be secured to a specialized restraint frame. This frame resembled a doorway made of metal, but it was equipped with numerous hooks for fixation. First, Wu Sidai was fitted with a leather corset, cinching her voluptuous waist several times over. The pain was so intense that even in a state of constant arousal, Wu Sidai gasped in agony. In addition to the corset, Wu Sidai's hands were encased in leather restraint gloves, sized to perfectly enclose them. A small metal ring was attached to the top of each glove; this ring would be used to secure her hands shortly. Wu Sidai's legs were fitted with two leather leg restraints, one above the other, encasing her upper and lower legs. Next, Wu Sidai was to be secured to the restraint frame. The frame was placed on the ground, and several strong male agents worked together to position Wu Sidai's securely bound body within it. Under the mature female agent's manipulation, numerous fine chains emerged from Wu Sidai's restraints, each secured with a small lock. Chains lined both sides of the frame, forcibly threaded through the gaps between Wu Sidai's upper arms and her torso, pulling her tightly bound arms in opposite directions. In this manner, the agent skillfully utilized the differing forces of the chains to firmly secure Wu Sidai's arms. Once her arms were bound, the small metal rings at the fingertips of the gloves came into play. A small lock connected each ring to a chain, which was then fastened to the top of the restraint frame. This arrangement ensured Wu Sidai's hands were constantly pulled upwards by the chains, rendering them completely immobile. On Wu Sidai's legs, three restraint straps on each side, much like those on her arms, cinched her body tightly. Finally, straps were also secured to Wu Sidai's feet, anchoring them to the bottom of the restraint frame. Thus, Wu Sidai was firmly secured to the frame, unable to even twitch. The restraint gloves and the straps across her chest lifted Wu Sidai, suspending her, while the straps on her feet pulled her downwards, immobilizing her with opposing forces. Her arms were bound tightly behind her, then pulled outwards by chains towards the sides of the frame. Her legs, like her arms, were rigidly secured by restraint straps. At this point, Wu Sidai was like a perfectly prepared human doll, bound to the restraint frame and utterly incapable of movement. Finally, the restraint of Wu Sidai's head commenced. The first to be subjected was Wu Sidai's alluring eyes. The mature female agent carefully pried open her eyelids and inserted a pair of blinders. The moment the blinders entered her eyes, her once clear vision dissolved into a hazy blur. Wu Sidai strained to open her eyes wider, but could see nothing. The agent gently closed Wu Sidai's lids, then took adhesive tape, tore off two strips, and applied them to either side of Wu Sidai's eyes. The tape's strong adhesive pressed down on her eyelids, preventing her from even opening them. Over the tape, the agent placed an S&M leather blindfold, covering Wu Sidai's eyes, and tightened the straps securely at the back of her head. No matter how Wu Sidai shook her head, the multiple layers of restraint on her eyes remained completely undisturbed. After dealing with Wu Sidai's eyes, it was time for her delicate mouth. The mature female agent cupped Wu Sidai's exquisite chin and applied gentle pressure, forcing her mouth open. The moment her lips parted, the agent grabbed Wu Sidai's upper and lower jaw, and a waiting dildo gag was thrust directly into her mouth. The dildo was so large that no matter what Wu Sidai did, she couldn't accommodate the massive object in her mouth. It extended all the way down to her throat, even entering her trachea. Before the pain could fully register, an intense [X_X] sensation suddenly struck. Upon seeing the [X_X] dildo in Wu Sidai's throat, the mature female agent immediately placed a metal collar around her neck. With the press of a button, the collar began to slowly constrict, firmly clamping down on Wu Sidai's neck. Combined with the dildo lodged in her throat, Wu Sidai suddenly found herself unable to breathe. The fear of death instantly consumed her. She thrashed wildly, but her struggle against impending death was suppressed by the extremely tight restraints all over her body. Wu Sidai gasped for air, but her throat was blocked, and no air could enter. Her heart pounded violently, as if it would explode at any moment. Her lungs burned with a tearing pain as they desperately tried to expand, but the ropes and straps binding her chest tightly constricted her ribcage, making it increasingly difficult for Wu Sidai to breathe. Just as Wu Sidai feared she would suffocate, the dildo in her mouth retracted slightly, and a wave of sudden bliss almost brought her to tears. She greedily inhaled air, unconcerned that the restraints on her body prevented her from taking in much. Unfortunately, after only about a minute, the metal collar tightened again, the dildo once more blocked Wu Sidai's throat, and the terrifying [X_X] descended upon her again. Wu Sidai had to endure the agony of oxygen deprivation once more. As Wu Sidai struggled against suffocation, the mature female agent had finished attending to her ears and nose. Special earplugs ensured Wu Sidai could not hear a single sound from the outside world. On her nose, the agent placed a piece of gauze with excellent permeability, allowing air to circulate freely. This meant that once the electric dildo in Wu Sidai's mouth became ineffective, she could still breathe through her nose. However, this gauze was soaked in an aphrodisiac. As long as Wu Sidai breathed through her nose, the cloyingly sweet scent would fill her nasal cavity. Whether more air or more aphrodisiac was inhaled was no longer the agent's concern. With her nose attended to, the final finishing touches were next.