Ballet heels with 31 cm heel

"Yang Mohan will never be able to stand again?" "What did you say? Yang Mohan will never be able to stand again?" a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone. "That's right. Either you come alone to get her, or she stays here forever. ...Wuwuwuwuwu..." A mechanical synthesized male voice spoke from the other end, followed by muffled cries that sounded extremely anxious. "Hanhan, don't be scared! I'm coming to save you right now!" The woman on this end of the phone became anxious upon hearing the whimpers from the other side. "Wuwu! Wuwu! Wuwu! Wuwu!" To her surprise, the girl on the other end cried even more fiercely. The woman hung up the phone. She was Yang Moyu, Yang Mohan's older sister. She was at home making dinner, waiting for her sister to come home from school. But then she received this call from hell. Yang Mohan and Yang Moyu had been orphans since childhood. When Yang Mohan was three, their parents died in a car accident. They were later adopted and raised by their grandmother. Finally, their grandmother suddenly passed away from a cerebral hemorrhage. Yang Moyu was 12 then, and Yang Mohan was 8. Now, Yang Moyu is 22 and Yang Mohan is 18. Tonight was supposed to be Yang Mohan's 18th birthday, but little did she know... Yang Mohan had been kidnapped. Yang Moyu hurriedly hailed a taxi and called the anonymous number, "Where are you? I'm coming." "Miss Yang Moyu, don't rush... How about we listen to some beautiful music first?" After more than ten rings, the other side finally answered. "Tap... tap... tap... tap..." "What is this sound? You call this music? Are you insulting my intelligence?" Yang Moyu was eager to find their location, but the person on the other end was not in a hurry at all, making her listen to this boring tapping sound. This made Yang Moyu extremely angry. "Hahahaha! What sound? Of course, it's the sound of your dear sister dancing in my place wearing 31-centimeter ballet heels!" The man laughed eerily. "What did you do to her!" Yang Moyu shouted hysterically in the taxi. "What did I do to her... You'll know when you get here, hahahaha. We're in the basement of your villa. Perhaps you've forgotten that your house has such a place?" The man finally revealed the location. "Okay, don't hurt her. I'm coming right over. I brought enough money. Please, don't hurt her!" Yang Moyu gave the address to the taxi driver and urged him anxiously, "Please hurry, driver. I can pay extra." The taxi shot forward, and Yang Moyu kept the man on the phone.

Yang Mohan's jade hands were wrapped in stockings, and red ropes were tied tightly around her wrists through the stockings, her jade arms suspended in a "V" shape from the car roof. Yang Mohan's upper body was clad in a sheer black gauze, her jade breasts threatening to spill out from beneath. Two red ropes, one above and one below, held Yang Mohan's jade breasts captive, the ropes securely fastened to the bus seat she was sitting on. Yang Mohan's lower body was far more complex: the end of the flesh-colored stockings was a pair of panties, but the panties were bizarrely extended, a vibrator stuffed into Yang Mohan's jade cave. At the knee joints of Yang Mohan's silk-clad jade legs was a half-meter-long metal spreader bar, with leather cuffs on either side. The flesh-colored silk-clad jade legs within the cuffs naturally belonged to Yang Mohan. Yang Mohan's flesh-silk-clad jade feet, shod in 31cm ballet high heels, were crossed at the ankles, her legs forming an "X" shape. Red ropes were wound in a cross pattern around Yang Mohan's silk-clad jade ankles. As for Yang Moyu, she had woken up while Driver He was kneading Yang Mohan's jade breasts, but Yang Moyu remained silent, her eyes dim. Compared to Yang Mohan, Yang Moyu's bondage was far more torturous, or rather, Yang Moyu was like an inverted Yang Mohan: Yang Moyu's black silk jade legs were wound seven times with red rope, her jade feet, sporting size 35 ballet high heels, dangled upside down from the bus roof. A pair of black silk jade legs were spread in a "V" shape. Unlike Yang Mohan, between Yang Moyu's legs was a crotch rope embedded in her cleft. This crotch rope was not fixed but alive; the man could tighten it by pulling the tail, causing it to embed deeper. Yang Moyu's hands were stuffed into single gloves, hoisted high behind her back, and around Yang Moyu's jade neck was a leather collar bearing her name. The leather collar was connected by a short chain to a ring on the bus floor, securing Yang Moyu's jade head so it wouldn't hit anything when the bus jolted. "Muzzle them," the man said, extinguishing the bus engine and lighting a cigarette by the window. In the dim interior of the bus, apart from the dim light from the roof, the man's cigarette tip was the only glowing object. "Right away, Master!" Driver He's spirits immediately lifted at the command. Yang Mohan was the only one between her and her sister who could turn her head. Yang Mohan looked towards the tunnel ahead, seeing no end. Yang Mohan stiffly turned her head to look at the tunnel behind her, also seeing no end. Driver He produced two metal-ringed speculums from somewhere, smiling as he caressed Yang Moyu's black silk jade legs, from the tips of her ballet high heels to Yang Mohan's black silk jade feet, then up her black silk jade legs, before tracing between Yang Moyu's legs, finally passing over the peaks of her two mountains, and caressing Yang Moyu's jade neck. Eventually, Yang Moyu, who had been silent all along, was the first to have the metal speculum brought to her. Yang Mohan, on the other hand, finally understood the purpose of the metal rings—to conveniently pull out their tongues for the men to play with. "You perverts! Let my sister go!" Yang Mohan struggled again, unwillingly.

The coded language was easy to understand. "Su" meant wood, "su tang" meant "Yang," "rou" referred to Yang Mohan, and "yuan" meant inquiring about the price. "No light, no talk," the man sent another coded message, meaning, don't ask me about the price until you see your boss. Yang Mohan carefully observed the little dog the man was holding. This female dog was different from the others brought by different people. She was completely encased in a black leather restraint suit, with a gag in her mouth just like Yang Mohan's. The woman's tongue protruded from the metal ring of the gag, and saliva dripped onto the floor. The most striking feature was that the woman had a tail! A long, purple, furry tail, which was an inflatable dildo inserted into her jade hole. This type of dildo was very advanced; a gentle stroke of the furry tail could inflate it with air. "She looks so pitiful..." Yang Mohan watched the woman lying on the ground with heartache. Her folded limbs had become her legs, and she crawled forward step by step. "Alright, sir, you're quite the connoisseur. Please follow me. My master has been waiting for a long time." The man, leading the female dog, made way for Yang Mohan and the others. Suddenly, Yang Mohan noticed that on the female dog's jade feet – she was wearing ballet high heels, exactly the same 31-centimeter heels as on her own silk-clad jade feet! "Could it be... that these shoes and the masks they wear are symbols of status here?" Although Yang Mohan's jade body was suffering, she managed to glean some useful information in the complex environment. Yang Mohan struggled to walk forward in the ballet high heels, falling every few steps. However, this was a common sight throughout the villa; the sound of women falling could be heard almost every second. Xiao He followed closely behind Yang Mohan, gradually increasing the intensity of the vibrator between Yang Mohan's jade legs. Since entering the villa, the vibrator inside Yang Mohan had reached level ten! "Zzzzz! Zzzzz! Zzzzz! Zzzzz!" Yang Mohan climaxed again, clear fluid flowing down her silk-clad jade legs. "Wow~ I didn't expect yours to be so… prolific!" the man in the silver mask said, admiring Yang Mohan's fountain-like release. "Hahahaha, you flatter me. She does enjoy spraying water. Last time, to save her sister, she climaxed four times in five minutes and passed out from it," the man replied with a laugh. "Your binding technique is also quite novel. Her jade hands are tied in ropes that she can't untie, and whenever she exerts force, the ropes tighten around her jade rabbit. Very good!" The man in the silver mask nodded, glancing back at Xiao He. "Is he yours?" "Yes, my driver." The man felt a flicker of interest towards the man in the silver mask, knowing that this person understood the unspoken rules. At this kind of auction, some ignorant individuals would directly touch the goods they fancied. Although this man clearly liked Yang Mohan, he had maintained his boundaries. The man and the man in the silver mask, each leading Yang Mohan and the female dog, entered a room. The room had three doors, front and back, all designed to ensure the security of the transaction. "Liu Ming, I didn't expect you to be here." To Yang Mohan's surprise, the voice that came from inside the room was a woman's. It was only at this moment that Yang Mohan finally realized who had kidnapped her.

The phone call that sent Xie Feixin to the next circle of hell… Since then, no one has ever seen He Zhitin again. Liu Ming, who had bragged to his friends about having two million, also disappeared. He Zhitin, counting the fifteen million in cash sent by Miss Hua, laughed to himself. Meanwhile, Miss Hua, clad in a black leather straitjacket, was bound like a bitch, licking a person's foot with her tongue… Behind Miss Hua, Yang Moyu and Yang Mohan’s moans were incessant. Xie Feixin remained silent, enduring the vibrations from below that had not stopped for over ten days…