Tomorrow's Ark Capture - Texas
With the vision gradually become clear from the blurred, chaotic sense of touch also began to gradually sensitive up, a pair of arms were twisted behind the back of the force, the amplitude so that Texas arms feel as if sprained general pain, rough and tough as if the rope of the object fits the wrist bundled like a dead pig wrapped, intense pain so that she perceived their wrists skin was lee broken, as long as the slightest struggle to feel the heart of the pain transmitted to the inside. To the inside, the sailor knot tightening technique also makes Texas struggle becomes meaningless, not to mention that at the moment both hands are wrapped in sticky tape, even a finger can not move her, want to untie the rope is a kind of luxury. Petite body leaning forward, arms behind the unknown number of ropes tightened and tied solidly, the difficult feeling of arms tightly fitted together makes Texas forehead covered with sweat, the difficult feeling of inactivity and severe pain makes her almost scream out, especially through the shoulder blades tightened in the chest rope, but also and the neck of the collar to understand the together hanging in the air, this is the breathing is not unobstructed she, only struggle a little bit will be! Feel the strong [indescribable] feeling brought by the collar, this feeling several times let her eyes black almost pass out again, at once did not dare to continue to struggle, can only force to clench her teeth to carry a strong sense of inner humiliation.
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But Texas, ever vigilant of her surroundings, never suspected the true killing blow would come from beneath her feet. As her petite form stepped into the confines of this not-so-spacious chamber, her fate was to be sealed here, irrevocably... little did the unfortunate Miss Texas know. The iron door behind her slammed shut with a resounding thud. The click of the lock echoed, and Texas knew there was no turning back. But there were windows. Unease prickled as she scanned the walls, noticing several concealed crossbows. Her guard was up, her attention focused, yet she overlooked the trap at her feet. The moment her boot landed on a snare, the rope tightened with a snap, ensnaring her slender, black-stockinged ankle and yanking her body upside down. A flash of orange light swiftly severed the snare, but as she landed back on the ground, everything had changed… The surroundings were as they had been: windows, the firmly locked iron door, several hidden crossbow launchers, and the smooth floor. All she needed to do now was disable those launchers, get out, rendezvous with Exusiai, guard the cargo, and await reinforcements from the boss… But as she took another step forward, Texas found her feet beginning to slip! The smooth floor was now inexplicably coated in a layer of slick grease. It reflected a nauseating, pale light under the moonlight streaming in from the windows. The slippery oil had reduced the friction between her soles and the ground to a despairing minimum, and merely maintaining her balance now demanded every ounce of her strength. The snare had severed and dropped her precisely at the center of the four crossbow launchers. The snare's purpose had never been to restrain her, but to reposition her, to place her squarely in the kill zone. Checkmate!
"Nnngh! You... you what?! Nnngh! Whimper, whimper, whimper!!!" Her abdomen took a heavy blow, and Texas felt as if she were about to vomit her stomach acid. The sudden impact left her lower belly almost paralyzed, unable to move. At the same time, her gaping mouth was firmly stuffed with a cylindrical object. Her sharp fangs sank into the soft yet firm surface of the cylinder, forcing her jaws wide open and preventing her from closing them. As her angry whimpers turned into a glare at the water's surface, an even fiercer rage consumed her. A rubber stick... no... this... isn't this a chew toy for dogs?! What do you even take me for?! Her hard canines were embedded in the rubber toy, unable to retract. The intense humiliation caused Texas's eyes to narrow, her crimson pupils filled with a savage and frenzied aura. Like a rabid dog, she thrashed violently in the water, desperate to spit out the insulting gag. As she struggled and glared at the poacher, his final words left her stunned. Then, without any warning, her head was submerged, and her delicate body instantly sank uncontrollably into the water. "Nnngh?! Whimper, whimper... Glug, glug, glug—Nnngh, cough, cough, cough—Glug, glug..." Unprepared, without even holding her breath, Texas's entire body sank uncontrollably into the water. The crystal-clear current felt like a thousand pounds, pressing her delicate form down to the bottom. Large bubbles mixed with air spewed from the gag, rising to the surface. Simultaneously, a torrent of water rushed into her body through her mouth and even her nostrils.
The collector stuffed a hollowed-out metal triangle into the sneaker. In the center of the metal triangle, a waterwheel-shaped soft brush could be seen. The metal triangle was pressed tightly against the heel of the sneaker. The poacher cupped Texas's sweaty, jade-like feet in his hand and forcefully shoved them back into the shoes. Yet, in the brief moment they were out of sight, the sneaker had undergone a complete transformation. A cold metal triangle was now wedged into the heel, severely restricting the movement of Texas's jade-like feet. Only the forefoot could barely touch the former sole. "Noisy~" the poacher chuckled, and with an unquestionable air, he fitted the heavily masochistic horse bit into Texas's mouth. The hard ring forced open her lips, which were pleading incessantly. The silver plate sealed her wet mouth, forever locking away her lingering pleas within pale lips that could no longer close. The poacher gently kneaded Texas's listless, furry ears and leaned in to blow air into them, watching the white fur sway with his breath. "Miss Taciturn Texas, I'm giving you a final chance to speak your last words, not to beg me like a pathetic puppy. Hmm, if your mouth can't utter anything of value, then perhaps you should remain silent from now on, for a long, long time. You don't need to express your opinions on anything, just as you once said, you are merely a messenger~~" Texas's slender, long legs, encased in 80DD velvet black stockings, continued to tremble. The poacher removed the leg rings from her legs, casually discarding the portable laser cutter onto the ground. Then, he unbuckled and unlaced the sneakers, which bore the Penguin Logistics logo, and pulled out a pair of sweaty, black-stockinged jade-like feet. A panicked 'ah-woo' moan sounded from nearby. Without a doubt, it was Texas, now exhausted and broken from her training, fearfully trying to question what else the poacher intended to do to her. The poacher offered no reply to Texas's panic and exhaustion. He took a small metal cube from his satchel, split it along the diagonal, revealing two small triangular prisms on the ground. He inserted these triangular prisms into Texas's still-warm shoes, bracing them against the heels, filling the space where the arch and heel would have been, much like shoe trees.