Tomorrow's Ark Capture - Winter Chapter

The legs of Lin Dong, encased in alluring red stockings, were also swarmed by four students. They paired up, each pair embracing one of Lin Dong's compact, firm legs wrapped in dense red silk, desperately forcing them together. Thigh pressed against thigh, knee against knee, no matter how fiercely Lin Dong struggled, she couldn't break free from the combined strength of four people pinning her down. Her trembling, tightly bound legs were slowly, unwillingly brought together. Then, a fifth person produced another rope, previously taken from the cafeteria and used for tying ingredients. They wrapped it around Lin Dong's ankles and knees, coiling it round and round, binding her legs together so tightly they couldn't be separated even slightly. They then moved up and down, thrashing like a shrimp's tail. The sturdy rope tightened, digging deeply into her elastic skin. The smooth red silk was contorted and uneven under the pressure. Lin Dong could no longer spread her legs, only striking the ground with her bound legs, like the long tail of a wyvern, again and again. But this only brought additional pain to her muscles and bones, unable to loosen the rope that was firmly embedded in her flesh. After finishing binding Lin Dong's legs, the five students quickly ran off, hiding in a corner of the classroom, timidly watching Lin Dong thrash on the ground like a trapped beast. A total of seven people, including the "General Xia" whose strength was only slightly less than Lin Dong's, had pounced on her. It was only because Lin Dong had reservations that they were able to firmly restrain the human-shaped berserker to the ground with ropes. Compact, firm thighs, shapely calves with graceful curves, a small section of slender ankle wrapped in thick, dark red stockings, disappearing into the shadows and merging into black leather boots. One by one, tough ropes, pressing through the deep red stocking silk, dug fiercely into the compact muscles of Lin Dong's legs, contorting the pair of slender legs unevenly and pressing them tightly together. Her elastic skin indented slightly. Lin Dong, like a trapped beast, furiously and hysterically slammed her legs against the ground, legs that could no longer be separated in the slightest. Hysterical roars and Ursus curses erupted from her throat. "?!※Ursus profanity※!! What the hell are you doing, you damned brats! Let me go, do you hear me!!"

Yet, the struggles and resistance of Sonya, the once valiant and peerless 'Winter General,' now sounded pathetically like a newly hatched chick. Her taut legs were securely bound together by rope after rope, unable to part even a sliver. Her strong arms were fixed tightly behind her back, and every furious tug only pulled her ankles down slightly, offering no possibility of breaking free. If only... if only she could move freely, she could annihilate these trash heaps, as many as she pleased. They were pathetically weak, not even a match for her one hand. But now... Winter couldn't move a single finger on her entire body. Her terrifying destructive power was completely confined within her alluring form. No matter how her muscles tensed and struggled, the tightly bound ropes showed no sign of loosening. Winter felt the gag in her mouth being removed. However, before she could even take a breath, she felt something hard, cold, and round being shoved into her lips. The rigid, icy metal ring forced her teeth apart, fitting perfectly into her mouth. Straps on either side were tied behind her head along her jawline. A finger pulled out the cloth stuffed into her cheeks, and the strange taste in her mouth finally vanished. Winter could breathe deeply, her tender, pink tongue stretched straight. But to her shocked dismay, no matter how she tried, she still couldn't utter a single word, only managing muffled groans. Then, she felt the ropes connecting her wrists and ankles being pulled. She was hoisted into the air by multiple hands, gently swaying. The ropes binding her entire body dug deeper into her skin due to her own weight, causing her to cry out in agony. Every inch of her skin throbbed with pain. Damn it—what is this thing!! So hard... is it metal... and round... I can't even close my mouth—what the hell do these bastards want to do!!

"Heh heh~ You must be tired from standing in the closet before~" "Now you can finally rest properly and enjoy this chair. I'm sure she, as a chair, will be very willing too, don't you agree, Absinthe operative~~?" The Collector chuckled, tying the collar around Winter's neck to Absinthe's ankles. A pair of feet, clad in black swan velvet, pressed down firmly on Winter's head. The girl seemed stimulated, struggling in terror, trying to pull her feet away, but only managing to make her struggling toes rub against the back of Winter's head, like a high-end massage chair, relieving the tired Winter of her fatigue. "Ugh... mgh... ugh!!!" Damn it—this rat... this damned rat actually turned a woman into furniture?!! You... you madman... bastard!! Let me go!! Winter, her body limp and tightly bound by ropes, stared with eyes splitting open at the girl of her own race who had been turned into a "chair." This form, which filled her with deep-seated dread and disgust, was treated with utter normalcy by the man. He even brazenly pushed her body and then pressed her down heavily onto the girl's body— "Wuwuwuwu!! Mgh n mgh wuwuwu!! (Bastard! What a joke! Let me go... I won't sit! I absolutely refuse to sit on her body!! You—)" The weak resistance of her frail, exhausted body had no effect. Winter, covered in the filth of semen, was pressed heavily onto those smooth, elastic thighs wrapped in black silk. Then, her neck, still tethered by the collar, was pulled forcefully to lean against the "backrest." Smooth, black-silk-clad feet, stained with the dried, sticky semen on her hair and body, pressed tightly against the back of her head. The "comfortable" massage did nothing to alleviate Winter's exhaustion; instead, it filled her with an even greater terror, desperately trying to rise and escape this artificial "chair."

Under Lin's furious gaze, bursting from the narrow box, was Gummi, whom the Ursus Student Self-Governance Union had been searching for all over Rhodes Island for three days!!! However, Gummi's current state was clearly not good. A mouth that could once be called the team's mood-maker was pried open by a hard metal ring, then locked shut, rendering her unable to utter a single word. A pair of slender, shapely legs, clad in dense orange stockings, were now folded at the thighs, running forward with 'bear paw' soft pads on her knees. Her arms were similarly folded, her fingers, painted with orange nail polish, were tightly secured to her shoulders with handcuffs. Behind her buttocks, in addition to the original bear tail, there was now a dog's tail, who knows where it was inserted!!! Rada, like a domesticated pet, rushed to her front, but seemed unable to recognize her identity, her nostrils constantly twitching as she sniffed the sweet scent on her soles, emitting a wronged whimper from her throat, and continuously rubbing her face against the soles of her feet, completely unconcerned about getting them dirty. "Wuwuwu?! Wuwuwu mmmph!!! (Rada—Rada!! What's wrong, Rada!! Damn it! What did you do to her, you bastard!!)"

"Heh heh~ That's good. The sword 'inserted' into the 'chair' will constantly remind you, the one beneath you, that you are also a living, breathing person. And now, eheh~" The Collector snapped his fingers lightly, and the surrounding silver-white environment instantly transformed. It became red brick walls, a flickering fireplace, and a large room with a snowy landscape visible through the window. Beneath the Winter's seat, a long,鲜红色 carpet had appeared at some point. The Collector meticulously cleaned the semen and tear stains from Winter's cheeks. He then tidied her tattered clothes as much as possible. Finally, under her murderous gaze, he took out a clean, identical trench coat that Winter had worn before and gently draped it over the back of the chair, enveloping Winter's lonely and desolate form. "Heh heh... Now, General Winter, please rest well. Enjoy this pastoral, leisurely, and comfortable... re~tire~ment~ time~" The Collector chuckled softly, tidying Winter's hair. Then, he quietly retreated, pulling open the mahogany door amidst the girl's passionate screams, and disappeared from the room custom-built for her.