Kidnapping High School Chikane Yuka's Police Black Episode

"Oooooh!" The young girl's mouth clenched around the lump of fabric in her mouth in utter shame, the fabric probably not enough to allow her to only make soft whimpering noises. But having her mouth理 filled with fabric again was another story, not being able to send out a cry for help was stifling enough, but that wasn't the hardest thing for her, the most unacceptable thing was that the fabric in her mouth理 turned out to be her own lace panties! The lace panties perfectly filled the young girl's warm and soft mouth, pressing her tongue to death, the outside was strangled with a strip of cloth and then taped, the triple blockade made the distress sounds the young girl made turn into mosquito-like moans, and even if she tried her hardest, she could only toss her own breathlessness. The young girl's features were very standard, only her mouth had been completely covered, her pair of pure black big eyes were full of shame and aggression at this time, she didn't understand why she always encountered this kind of thing. That's right, this young girl's name was Yuka, after experiencing the previous kidnapping incident, she had thought that she would finally be able to please her nightmare-like days and return to normal life, but she never thought that not long after that, she would be kidnapped into this gloomy little building again. Yuka was only wearing a white shirt on her upper body, her full breasts bulging out, and even the buttons on her chest had been artificially unbuttoned, revealing the snow-white flesh of her breasts and the edges of her pink corset. This also made Yuka very embarrassed, she tried to make the collar close, but no matter how much she twisted it, it would just make the collar pull open more and more, the breast flesh of her breasts exposed more and more, rather like a sense of seduction that was like holding a lute, Yuka could only give up. Yuka's body was certainly perfect, but at this point her breasts were a few points larger than usual, the reason for this was that there were two or three ropes strung across the top and bottom of her breasts, the ropes forming thick loops that strangled across the top and bottom of her breasts, and then also hooked under her breasts, lifting them upward through her [X_X], and going around her shoulders to her back. The rope path behind Yuka was even more complicated, pulling and tugging left and right, forming intricate knots on Yuka's back, while Yuka's arms were parallel and together, her left hand against her right elbow, her right hand against her left elbow, the ropes tightly bound several times around her wrists and the center of her lower arms, respectively, to hang her arms behind her. If you look at it from the chest, you can only see the two horizontal chest ropes with the V-shaped hooked ropes of the chest ropes, Yuka's big arms close to her body, and beyond the chest ropes there are ropes wrapped around the top and bottom of her chest, binding Yuka's big arms together with her torso. To prevent Yuka from rubbing the ropes off, they were even reinforced lengthwise with ropes between the horizontal loops of rope around her large arms and torso, which once again tightened the bindings and forced Yuka to lift up her chest to show off her bound, round, full breasts. "Oooo......" Yuka's fingers groped helplessly behind her, but she could only feel the complicated rope path behind her, and was unable to gain any idea of the location of the knot, she struggled to turn back and sideways to get a better look, but all she could see was a complicated tangle of ropes and cords, and the one and only knot appeared to be hidden perfectly. Yuka's brow furrowed under her somewhat disheveled bangs, there was nothing she could do about such bondage but lie helplessly on the floor. But it wasn't her own desire to lie here, she was actually originally on a bed not far away, and only because she tried to escape on her own, but accidentally fell, she became what she is now. Her hip-length hair poured over her body and the bed like spilled ink, Yuka tried her hardest to get up but was never able to because her legs were tightly bound as well, she glanced helplessly at her legs and fretted.

"Mmmph... mmmph..." Yuka lay on the bed, a strip of cloth once again gagging her mouth, secured with tape on the outside. It wasn't just a few pieces of tape; white medical tape covered the area from below her nose almost to her ears, and then several layers of packing tape were wrapped around her face. Yuka felt an intense tightness at the back of her head, making it difficult even to lower her gaze. Fortunately, the kidnapper had taken care to avoid her long, black hair, so from the front, only the lower half of her face, completely obscured by tape, was visible. The rest was hidden by her hair, preserving her beautiful appearance. Yuka rested on the bed. In the evening, the timid kidnapper from before returned to feed her. He also carried her to the toilet, and, of course, he didn't refrain from groping her during the process. Although Yuka felt immense shame, she found this timid man less detestable than the pervert from the morning. Her private parts had been completely exposed, but for the sake of cleanliness and survival, she could only grit her teeth and endure. Or rather, perhaps she endured by biting down on the underwear in her mouth. Fortunately, this timid man didn't linger and left quickly. It seemed tonight would be another night alone. Yuka stared at the ceiling, her eyes welling up with tears. She couldn't understand why she had been kidnapped again, and why she was bound so tightly. Her mouth, in particular, was a source of silent agony. The cloth and underwear had been stuffed in her mouth continuously for 24 hours, whether she was awake or asleep. This constant gagging made Yuka struggle hysterically several times a day. She remembered watching movies where hostages were merely tied by their limbs, so why was she bound so securely? The ropes used on her probably amounted to nearly a hundred meters! This was too much! What was even more excessive was the necessity of gagging her mouth like this. Why such an incredibly tight gag? The previous pervert was one thing, but why again? When she first woke up after being kidnapped and felt the cloth filling her mouth, she was overcome with panic. Her previous kidnapping, with its non-stop gagging, had nearly driven her to collapse. Her fears were proving to be true. As soon as the cloth was removed from her mouth, before she could even take a breath of fresh air, white lace underwear was pressed against her lips again. No matter how desperately she resisted, the lace underwear ultimately filled her mouth almost perfectly, its rough texture catching on her teeth. As the kidnapper chuckled and lifted her long hair to tighten the gag, Yuka couldn't help but shed tears of frustration. She writhed again, unwillingly. The high heels bound together emitted a piercing squeak. Yuka looked at her tightly bound legs and the high heels, an overwhelming sense of absurdity washing over her. How could this possibly happen again?! If they wanted ransom, fine, but why tie her high heels like this! Yuka felt a deep sense of injustice. She was, after all, a young woman with a sensitive and vulnerable side, a side she usually hid behind a facade of assertiveness and aloofness. But in this desperate situation of being bound, her sensitive inner self was amplified. She thought of her parents, wondering why she hadn't listened to them and stayed home, or hired bodyguards. Why had she been so willful? "Help me, someone, please help me... I really can't take it anymore..." The intense feeling of being bound left Yuka exhausted, and she soon drifted into a heavy sleep. In her dreams, she was unaware of what she was dreaming, but crystalline tears streamed from her eyes. The noisy commotion outside the window startled Yuka awake. Habitually, she tried to push herself up, but the tight constriction of the ropes around her wrists reminded her that she was still bound. A miracle had not occurred. "Mmmph... mmmph..." Yuka bit down on the cloth and underwear in her mouth. The taut tape on her face remained in place, sealing her cherry-red lips, allowing only low, muffled groans to escape. It was morning now, and the morning market outside was bustling. However, the window of Yuka's room was boarded up, allowing only a few shafts of light to penetrate. This old street was only truly lively twice a day: in the morning and in the evening. At other times, there were hardly any people. It was rumored that in a few years, this area would be demolished and redeveloped.

Yuka was still bound by the ropes, and when she woke up, the suffocating sensation of the ropes enveloped her. The disgusting gag was still in her mouth, but this time, instead of cloth, a ball was wedged in, stretching her mouth open. A strap attached to the ball wrapped around her flushed cheeks and chin, finally tying securely in the black hair at the back of her head. "Mmmph, mmmph..." Yuka was forced to bite down on the gag, a "ball gag," as it was called, emitting a humiliated whimper. Unlike tape, the ball gag forced Yuka's mouth open. Her jaw ached uncomfortably, and she couldn't swallow her saliva, which dribbled from the corners of her mouth. This was what Yuka found most unbearable – drooling was a deeply humiliating and shameful experience for her. She would have preferred her mouth taped shut to being forced to drool with her mouth agape. But the strap held the ball gag firmly in place, and no amount of head shaking could loosen it even slightly. The ball gag was lodged between her teeth. Every time she tried to open her mouth wider or relax her jaw muscles, her saliva flowed faster. This wasn't a plastic gag, but made of high-quality silicone, so she couldn't bite down on it, nor could she relax her mouth, leaving her in extreme discomfort. Her tongue was forced to lick her own underwear inside her mouth, causing Yuka to blush furiously, filled with shame and indignation. "Mmmph!" Yuka let out a few frustrated cries. Although her hair wasn't being pulled, she still refused to lower her head. Her saliva had already dripped onto the bedsheet in front of her, within reach if she lowered her head. The thought of it made her feel both disgusted and ashamed. So, even though her neck ached from holding her head up, she wouldn't lower it unless absolutely necessary. Of course, Yuka had considered moving, but the surrounding bedsheets were already soaked with her saliva. As for moving further away, it wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she couldn't. Yuka was lying face down on the bed, her hands still bound in a Japanese Shibari style, and her legs tightly together. Her calves were bent back, and a rope was tied to her ankles. The other end was hooked to the knot behind her back, then pulled taut, forcing Yuka's body into an arch. While the arch wasn't extreme, her dancer's flexibility allowed her to tolerate it temporarily. However, it completely restricted her range of motion. This position, known as the "Shi-ma" or "Horse-face" pose, was something Yuka had barely experienced during her previous kidnappings. She had only seen it when she later researched such things, and at the time, she had thought it must be an extremely difficult position to escape. Now, experiencing it firsthand, she realized how true that was. The kidnapper had hidden the knot on the top of her foot, making it impossible for Yuka to reach it with her fingers, no matter how hard she tried to grasp her ankles. To even attempt this required her to arch her back even further, and even she didn't have the stamina to do it more than a few times. In the end, she could only lie on the bed, panting, and accept her reality. With her body arched and her head refusing to lower, Yuka was like an overturned turtle on the bed. The soft mattress became another shackle, its excessive softness making it difficult for Yuka to move. Otherwise, with this not-so-extreme Shi-ma position, she might have been able to wiggle her legs or twist her upper body to shift her position. Her [X_X] was half-pressed beneath her, supported by the soft mattress, sinking into it slightly, creating a rather alluring sight.

At this moment, Lu Shiren heard a knock on the door. Chen Yongkang said from outside, "Xiao Lu, that's enough. Come down, let's discuss it." "Okay, coming right away." Lu Shiren replied, then put down Youxiang, walked to the bedside table, pulled open a drawer, and took out new ropes, tape, and a new gag. He then approached Youxiang. Youxiang felt the ropes on her arms being gradually loosened, but she had expended too much energy and had been bound for a long time, so her arms were somewhat numb. She was unable to struggle for the moment and could only let Lu Shiren do as he pleased. After Lu Shiren unbound Youxiang's arms, he immediately straightened her bent arms, brought them together, and then placed the rope around Youxiang's neck, beginning a new binding. Previously, Youxiang's chest rope and arm ropes had been modified by Lu Shiren. Although the two parts were connected, they were not a single rope, so one part could be loosened independently, making it convenient to change Youxiang's arm position. Lu Shiren had actually wanted to try a different method for a long time, but Chen Yongkang always thought that Youxiang might not be able to endure other binding methods for too long, so he had to give up. The small-back-high-hands binding last time was something Lu Shiren had secretly changed himself. This time, to punish Youxiang, Lu Shiren adopted the straight-arm binding, which had a strong sense of restraint. Under his control, after the rope was tied around Youxiang's upper arms, he squeezed her elbows together, and Youxiang's elbows were easily brought together. Fortunately, Youxiang had practiced dance and had excellent flexibility; otherwise, it would have been difficult for an ordinary girl to achieve this. Lu Shiren tied five loops of rope above and below Youxiang's elbows, tightening and reinforcing each loop in the middle. Since the rope was tied down from her neck, the loops on Youxiang's elbows were effectively suspended, making them difficult to slip off. "Mmm, mmmph..." Youxiang could endure this straight-arm binding with her elbows together, but it was also somewhat uncomfortable. Her body involuntarily arched backward, her shoulders opened, and her chest protruded further. Lu Shiren continued downwards, tying two sets of ropes around Youxiang's forearms, and then used a rope to bind Youxiang's wrists, tying a knot. Lu Shiren deliberately tied this knot on the inside of Youxiang's wrist, where she could easily feel it with her fingers. This bastard, the rope is so tight, what does he want to do now? Youxiang's fingers secretly touched it and found the knot was within reach. She couldn't figure out what Lu Shiren intended to do. Had she really been careless? Soon, Youxiang understood Lu Shiren's intention. Lu Shiren tore off a piece of tape, squeezed Youxiang's left hand into a fist, and then wrapped the tape around it. "Mmm?! Mmm mmm mmm!!" Youxiang finally understood. Lu Shiren was actually going to restrain all her fingers. Once her fingers were restrained, she would have even less hope of escaping! But what could Youxiang do? Lu Shiren wrapped Youxiang's left hand with more than ten layers of tape, turning it into a silver-white ball of tape, before stopping. Then, Lu Shiren did the same to Youxiang's right hand. "Mmm mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm!" Youxiang's delicate eyebrows furrowed again. She rubbed her hands behind her back but could only feel the smooth texture of the tape. She tried to force her fingers to spread the tape apart, but it was wrapped too many times, and the pressure kept her slender fingers in a clenched fist, unable to move. Moreover, Lu Shiren used waterproof tape, so there was no need to worry about Youxiang's sweaty palms causing the tape to loosen. It was a nearly perfect restraint. Youxiang stared with wide eyes, occasionally looking back. From the corner of her eye, she could see her two small, silver-white fists swinging helplessly. She could easily touch the knot, but with her fingers wrapped, what was the use of touching the knot? This was placing hope before her and then crushing it! "Hehehe, little girl, is this position comfortable? Hmm?" Lu Shiren pulled Youxiang up, tugging her hair to make her look at him. Youxiang glared at Lu Shiren, but her eyes still held a hint of grievance, making her look even more pitiable. Youxiang glared at Lu Shiren, let out two "Mmm!" sounds, and then shifted her gaze to the side, refusing to look at him. "Hmph." Lu Shiren snorted. He had to admire the willpower of this pampered young lady. She had been crying pitifully just moments ago when her bottom was spanked, and now she was acting defiant, as if she would rather die than yield. She was truly difficult to tame. However, he, Lu Shiren, liked women like this the most. Conquering her was what made it interesting. Lu Shiren first pinched Youxiang's delicate face and slowly peeled off the tape from her face, circle by circle. After all the tape was removed, Youxiang's still plump and rosy lips were revealed. Because her underwear was stuffed inside, her small mouth was slightly parted, revealing a hint of pearly white teeth against the white fabric in her mouth. "Mmm! Mmm mmm!" Youxiang instinctively tried to push the underwear out with her tongue, but Lu Shiren directly reached in with his finger and pushed the underwear deeper, almost to her throat, making Youxiang gag and feel like she was going to vomit. Lu Shiren then took out the gag and dangled it in front of Youxiang's eyes. "Mmm?" Youxiang saw that the gag had several straps, but the core part was not a ball gag as before, but a horizontal rubber stick. What did this mean? Youxiang, confused, saw Lu Shiren's playful gaze and her eyes gradually widened. She quickly understood. Lu Shiren chuckled, pried Youxiang's mouth open, and then wedged the stick horizontally between her teeth, forcing her to bite down on it. "Mmm!! Mmm mmm mmm!!" Youxiang naturally didn't want to bite this thing and began to cry out again. This thing was like a muzzle for pets or animals. She couldn't help but recall the character "pei" (轡) that the fortune teller had predicted. Now, wearing this, wasn't she just like an animal? The humiliation in her heart exploded within Youxiang, engulfing her entire body, making her cry out without any way to resist. Lu Shiren ignored Youxiang's cries. He smoothed the straps on both sides of the gag. First, he wrapped a pair of straps around Youxiang's cheeks, pushing aside her hair, and fastened them at the back of her head, almost tight. Then came two straps that went under her chin, meeting and fastening under Youxiang's jaw. This way, Youxiang's mouth was forced to bite down on the gag. She couldn't close her mouth or open it wide. Fortunately, it was made of rubber, not hard wood, so Youxiang's teeth didn't ache too much. Finally, Lu Shiren pulled up the longest strap. This strap split into two and went over the sides of Youxiang's nose, meeting on her forehead to form a "人" shape. The joined strap went over Youxiang's head, then down, and finally fastened to the strap that went across Youxiang's cheeks. Lu Shiren adjusted the overall length of the straps to a suitable fit, smoothed Youxiang's hair, and then pinched her face, looking from side to side with satisfaction. "Mmm mmm mmm!!" Youxiang was not satisfied. She could only move her lips now, making her look even more like a puppy holding a bone. The many straps on her head were like an animal's head cage. No matter how she shook her head, she could only swing her beautiful hair; the straps and gag on her head remained motionless. Youxiang also noticed that because the stick gag was horizontally placed in her mouth, more saliva could escape than with a ball gag. Saliva flowed not only from the corners of her mouth but also seeped from the top and bottom. Her mouth was open, and she couldn't swallow, so she could only watch the saliva flow out helplessly, feeling immense shame. "Hmm, very good effect, little bitch." Lu Shiren deliberately taunted. "Mmm!!" Youxiang's eyes almost spat fire. Her arms, bound straight behind her back, twisted forcefully. She wished she could beat this disgusting guy to death with her two balls of tape.