The Book of the End of Bound Beauty

The two women didn't know what Yan Chuan was going to do, but they obediently lay down on the floor with their hands behind their backs. Once both women were in position, Yan Chuan took out a 10mm thick steel rod and began to twist it around Xia Xiaoyu's outstretched hands behind her back. Under Yan Chuan's control, the steel rod wrapped and twisted into a "figure eight" around her wrists, firmly securing her hands. He then bound her elbows with another steel rod, forcing her arms into a straight position. Next, he took out two more steel rods and wrapped them spirally around Xia Xiaoyu's ankles, bending her legs towards her buttocks. Finally, he used two steel rods to connect the ones on her ankles and wrists in a "figure eight" configuration, completing a spread-leg horse stance secured by steel rods, firmly immobilizing Xia Xiaoyu on the ground. Lastly, Yan Chuan wrapped a steel rod around Xia Xiaoyu's slender waist, connected it to the rods on her wrists, removed the red rope from her body, and tied it to the steel rod, suspending her from the ceiling. "Master, how... how are we supposed to train like this..." Xue Qingning looked up, staring blankly at Xia Xiaoyu, who was suspended in mid-air, bound and immobile. She couldn't understand what Yan Chuan intended to do. "Master... what is this... for..." Xia Xiaoyu, bound in the spread-leg horse stance, felt a surge of panic. She tried to struggle, but found that the steel rods binding her felt as if they were welded to her body; she couldn't move at all. Moreover, in this humiliating position, even exerting force was difficult. "This is your training from now on."

The scene that met the eyes was a vast dance hall, bathed in the flickering neon lights, the deafening rock music pounding against the eardrums. Dozens of men and women writhed their bodies to the music on the dance floor, most of them naked, with a clear imbalance of men to women. The women's ages varied, from those in their early thirties to what appeared to be high school students. To the left of the dance floor, a scantily clad woman, shackled at her wrists and ankles and wearing a collar around her neck, knelt on the ground, diligently working beneath a man's crotch. Beside them, two other women, dressed just as provocatively, gagged with balls in their mouths and their hands bound behind their backs, knelt trembling. A man behind them, holding a gun, pointed it at the two unfortunate women, forcing them to witness the stimulating spectacle. To the right, neatly arranged rows of square cages were stacked. Each cage held a woman, all of them forcibly encased in a restrictive bodysuit that covered their entire bodies except for their heads. Each was fitted with a horse bit gag and a nose hook. Because the cages were small, just large enough to contain their bodies, they could only stand within them, utterly immobile, forced to watch in despair as everything unfolded before them. The ultimate fate for these individuals was one of two: to become commodities for trade or playthings for amusement. Every face was etched with profound despair. Some wept uncontrollably, others stared blankly, clearly having endured inhuman torture before being confined to these cages. Most striking, however, were the two massive iron cages at the front of the dance floor. In the cage on the left, a naked woman was bound to a spider chair.