Sexy Beauty Thousand Dollar Gold Returning Home The Female Employee's Robbery

"Understood, understood." A Dao's face broke into a greedy smile upon hearing this. "Not one of them will escape tonight." The story splits, and we turn to another scene. Dong Lixia was walking down the corridor on the 12th floor of the hotel. As she expected, room 1220 was located at the very end of the floor. Her red silk-clad feet, encased in high heels, carried her to the door of the designated room. She knocked, and with a soft creak, the door swung open on its own. Dong Lixia stepped inside, finding the room illuminated. A dim, amber light cast a glow on the double bed, where familiar items lay waiting: ropes, handcuffs, and a red gag that had once been a constant companion to her. Beneath the gag was a cassette tape. "How did these things get here?!" Seeing the familiar objects, Dong Lixia's heart pounded with panic. Although she had prepared herself for the worst, the sight before her froze her in place. Just then, the sound of an alarm clock, like a death knell, pulled Dong Lixia back to reality. With trembling hands, she picked up the cassette tape. Only two words were written on it: "Play." Dong Lixia looked at the bedside table and, as expected, found the playback device "thoughtfully" prepared by her captors. She fumbled to insert the tape. After a burst of static, a mechanical voice echoed in the silent room once more: "Madam Dong, you have ten minutes. Blindfold yourself, gag your mouth, bind your feet, and then handcuff yourself to the bed. In ten minutes, our people will come to get you and find your daughter." The mechanical voice paused, then continued, "If we discover you haven't complied in ten minutes, you know the consequences." "These bastards are definitely after my people," Dong Lixia gritted her teeth as she listened. She thought she had left her life as a sex slave far behind. She never imagined that the kidnappers and human traffickers of Xiacheng would not let her go, their presence lingering like a curse. Twenty years later, they had found her again! The thought ignited a flame of fury in Dong Lixia's heart. "In that case, I'll play along," Dong Lixia choked back her tears. "As long as I find out where they're taking me, Jiang Qin can round them all up!" With this thought, she moved quickly. First, she took the red silk cloth from the bed and tied it over her eyes, her nimble fingers guiding the cloth over her hair and tying it securely at the back of her head. A hazy red vision instantly filled Dong Lixia's sight. She crawled onto the bed, fumbling for the small red gag. She opened her soft, rosy lips and placed the gag between her teeth, biting down firmly. The leather strap cinched around her cheeks, holding the gag in place. "Mmmph... mmmph..." Dong Lixia let out a few muffled sounds and found that the gag fit as if custom-made, perfectly sealing her mouth and reducing her voice to a whisper weaker than a mosquito's buzz. She continued to grope, like a child grasping for fortune, and seized the red cotton rope lying on the bed. Dong Lixia kicked off her high heels, revealing her slender, jade-like feet wrapped in red stockings. She sat on the bed, her red-stockinged legs together, and picked up the rope, fumbling to tightly bind her ankles. The fine fibers of the cotton rope gently brushed against Dong Lixia's skin through the stockings, the familiar sensation sending a tremor through the beautiful woman's heart. Shen Fuhao had once, regardless of her willingness, imparted some basic knowledge of bondage to her, and she could manage a simple figure-eight knot on her feet. Four loops of rope encircled Dong Lixia's slender, red-stockinged ankles, with a vertical loop in the middle to secure them, preventing her from separating her legs. "Finally, the handcuffs." Dong Lixia wriggled her graceful body on the bed, twisting her hands behind her back to reach for the handcuffs. She first slipped her right hand into the silver rings, then used her right hand to hold the handcuffs and reached her left hand in. With two crisp "clicks," Madam Dong's delicate wrists were securely fastened behind her back.

Jiang Qin's delicate eyebrows were furrowed, her beautiful eyes tightly shut, as if trapped in a painful dream woven from ropes. Struggling in her sleep, her feet and hands, bound by cotton cords, thrashed and writhed. A series of muffled sounds escaped her rosy lips, originally her sleepy murmurs, but now rendered unintelligible groans by the old stocking in her mouth and the electrostatic tape on her face. Jiang Qin dreamt she was wearing a sexy female detective uniform, sprinting down an empty street, surrounded by countless masked figures. They knocked her to the ground, subdued her, twisted her hands behind her back, and bound her feet as well. As she tried to cry out, the masked figures gagged her with a playful ball gag. Jiang Qin also dreamt that these strange figures reached out their monstrous claws, stripping off her dress, stockings, bra, and panties one by one. Her naked body was surrounded by them, like a lamb to be sacrificed to a demon... She cried out helplessly, only to hear her own muffled whimpers. As the nightmare reached its most [indescribable] point, a masked figure emerged from the crowd and approached her. This person gently lifted Jiang Qin's delicate face, slowly removed the mask, revealing her son, Sen Sen's... "Mmmph!" The hot mom detective was jolted awake by a cold sweat from the final scene. She instinctively sat up, only to be yanked back onto the bed by the collar around her neck. The blue sky outside was already bright, but it couldn't dispel the psychological gloom that the previous night's experience had cast upon Jiang Qin. The ropes still held her firmly in place, showing no signs of loosening. She remained a sex-play prisoner, only able to lie on the bed and whimper. Just then, the bedroom door where Jiang Qin was confined suddenly opened, and a familiar figure appeared before the female detective. "Mom, you're awake. I was just about to call you," Sen Sen said, looking at Jiang Qin, who was unable to leave the bed, with a smile. Upon hearing his words, Jiang Qin's face immediately showed a look of anger. She struggled to lift her head towards the teenager and let out a series of muffled sounds: "Mmmph mmmph mmmph (Let me go)!" "Mommy sweated a lot last night." Sen Sen completely ignored his mother's desperate struggles and casually reached out his hand, lightly brushing over Jiang Qin's body. He paid particular attention to the woman's soft breasts, ample buttocks, and those alluring nude-colored pantyhose-clad legs that made countless men's mouths water. Sen Sen could feel a strange thrill, his heart pounding and his breathing quickening, as his fingers glided over the woman's smooth skin through the soft silk fabric. Especially as he continuously caressed and kneaded Jiang Qin's stocking-clad legs, the wonderful sensation of her flesh beneath the hazy nude pantyhose felt like sweet, chewy jelly, making his "appetite stir." "Mmmph (Sen Sen)! Mmmph mmmph mmmph (I'm your mother)!" While Sen Sen was having his fun, as if his burgeoning lust had clouded his mind, Jiang Qin's heart felt like an overturned herbal shop. Confusion, panic, sorrow, anger, despair, and other negative emotions converged into a thick bitterness that lingered in her heart. She couldn't understand what she had done wrong to raise her son into a perverted demon?! "Mom's legs are so beautiful..." Sen Sen murmured with genuine admiration as he stroked Jiang Qin's stocking-clad legs. The little thing beneath him had unconsciously become erect. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph (Let me go)!" Jiang Qin let out a series of piercing moans in an almost pleading tone, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes and dripping onto the pillow beneath her. Her tears, however, caught Sen Sen's attention. The teenager withdrew his lewd hands and, still with a smile on his face, said, "It seems Mom isn't quite used to her new identity yet." As he spoke, he took a key from his pocket, unlocked the shackles on the woman's ankles, then unfastened the chain tied to the headboard, and firmly grasped one end of the chain connected to the collar around Jiang Qin's neck. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph (What are you going to do)?!" Jiang Qin cried out, but received no response from her son. Files from kidnapping and trafficking cases she had previously handled began to replay in her mind: she remembered a wealthy businessman she had apprehended, who kept bought girls as sex slaves, putting a dog collar on them every morning and walking them in his garden. If the businessman was in a good mood, he would "favor" the female slave after returning to the villa; if he was in a bad mood, the poor girl would face even stricter confinement. At this thought, Jiang Qin's heart leaped into her throat. She couldn't bear the thought of her own son treating her like a bitch, forcing her to kneel and crawl. Rather than that, she would prefer to be bound and gagged forever, imprisoned in that small bedroom. Sen Sen ignored Jiang Qin's continuous whimpers. He silently tugged on the chain in his hand, as if to pull the woman towards another room. But Jiang Qin would not allow him to act so recklessly. Although the female detective was weak after a night of being bound and struggling, she could still contend with a half-grown boy. With her hands and feet bound, Jiang Qin shifted her weight downwards, her delicate body, wrapped in the fine rope net and silk nightgown, leaning backward. Her stocking-clad feet, however, seemed to have taken root, firmly planted in place. The sudden resistance and the immense force caused Sen Sen to falter. He turned his head slightly in surprise and saw Jiang Qin glaring at him with eyes full of fury. Her small face was flushed red, as if she were using all her strength to fight against the chain that was pulling at her neck.

"Mother, you're being a disobedient beauty slave." Sen Sen's expression turned cold. He yanked the chain in his hand, pulling Jiang Qin closer. In truth, Jiang Qin's resistance was futile. The high-end nude pantyhose she wore were famous for their "smooth, skin-tight fit." Wearing them not only offered no grip but made the soles of her feet as slippery as if oiled, causing her to slide forward a few centimeters with the slightest tug. "Damn it, I shouldn't have put on pantyhose last night!" Jiang Qin cursed inwardly. "Mother, I advise you to stop your futile struggles." As he pulled the chain, Sen Sen reached into his pocket and produced a small injection kit, displaying it to his mother. "Once this is injected into your body, it will render your limbs useless within a minute, leaving you at my mercy." A fervent glint flashed in Sen Sen's eyes. "You don't want me to use this on you right now, do you?" Jiang Qin never imagined her son would go so far as to purchase illegal drugs to kidnap and imprison her! Looking at her son, who had become utterly deranged, her heart ached. She realized that in his eyes at this moment, she was no longer the doting mother who spoiled him, but a seductive female agent who had fallen into a kidnapper's trap. Since last night, her identity had shifted to that of a captive, or even a piece of flesh waiting to be toyed with. The immense psychological shock left Jiang Qin momentarily dazed. Coincidentally, her strength had been completely drained by her futile struggles and the tight ropes. Exhausted physically and mentally, she was effortlessly pulled into Sen Sen's embrace. No matter how she struggled or writhed, she couldn't escape the grip of this young man. Sen Sen scooped Jiang Qin into his arms and headed towards the bathroom. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph (Let me go)! Mmmph mmmph mmmph (Can't you hear me)!" Jiang Qin thrashed in Sen Sen's broad arms. She watched helplessly as the young man carried her into the bathroom and placed her in the bathtub, unable to resist. Curled up in the tub, she resembled a struggling mermaid. Sen Sen suppressed his rising anxiety and desire, silently taking out the injection he had prepared earlier. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph (What are you doing)?!" Seeing him pull out the syringe, Jiang Qin's face turned ashen. She pressed herself against the inner wall of the bathtub, wriggling to escape Sen Sen's reaching hand. But how much room could the narrow bathtub offer for evasion? Sen Sen effortlessly held Jiang Qin in his grasp, and in the next second, his other hand injected the liquid from the syringe into her body. Almost instantly, Jiang Qin felt the drug surge through her veins like a raging flood, washing away the little strength she had left. She was like a helpless fish stranded on land, feeling her vitality ebb away with each futile flop. "Mmmph (What is) mmmph mmmph (this)?!" Jiang Qin could feel her limbs, already restrained by the ropes, gradually losing control, replaced by a profound numbness. Slowly, she became like a puppet with cut strings, her entire body immobile except for her eyes.

"Mmmph..." Jiang Qin stirred from a light dream-mutter in the familiar cell. She slowly lifted her delicate, long lashes, shaking her still-hazy head. The familiar sensation of being bound began at her wrists and ankles, gradually spreading up the female agent's slender limbs, finally encompassing her entire body. Jiang Qin tentatively wriggled her arms, which were firmly secured to her sides on the bed. Just as she expected, even after half a month, the traffickers remained cautious. Four ropes extended from the knots binding her wrists and ankles, looping around the bedposts. Jiang Qin was no longer like she was two weeks ago, immediately fighting her restraints the moment she woke. She had realized that no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free from the elaborate bindings meticulously set by the traffickers. It was better to conserve her strength and endure less physical pain while awaiting their judgment. Jiang Qin moved her tongue slightly. The soft texture of silk fabric transmitted to the female agent's brain from her tongue tip. She immediately identified the gag as a thin nylon stocking, the kind women often wear in summer. The slippery plastic feel around her lips and the tightness of the leather straps on her cheeks indicated that the traffickers had also fitted a ball gag. "These perverts... they brought me to the island and locked me up, are they still afraid I'll call for help?" Jiang Qin mocked the perverted fetishes of Boss Jin and his ilk in her mind. Jiang Qin's gaze drifted downwards. Beneath the rope net, a finely crafted black fetish bra and matching thong clung to her curvaceous figure, surprising her slightly. After all, for several consecutive days, the traffickers had only dressed her in a pair of stockings when bringing her back from the sex slave training base. Now, at least she had a complete set of "clothes." "Boss Jin said you've been behaving well these past few days, so he's rewarding you with a set of 'lingerie'," the trafficker on guard had said when he left last night, the words echoing in Jiang Qin's mind. "What exactly is this Boss Jin up to..." The female agent's professional instincts made Jiang Qin sense a hint of danger in this minor change. She recalled that three days ago, a guard on duty had inadvertently mentioned that the British tycoon who had originally bought her, the so-called "Sir Morgan," had suddenly backed out, citing "the female agent is too dangerous" and demanding Boss Jin sell Jiang Qin to him at a reduced price. Now, not only had she not been put on the slave ship bound for Penglai Island, but she was also subjected to "sex slave training courses" daily at the sex slave training base on Penglai Island. This meant the deal between Boss Jin and Sir Morgan regarding Jiang Qin had fallen through. "If the deal fell through, why didn't he find another buyer for me? Why is he keeping me? Could it be to threaten Sen Sen? But Sen Sen is just a child, what use is threatening him..." Thinking of Sen Sen, Jiang Qin's heart ached with a profound, bone-deep pain. To this day, she still remembered the desperate image of her beloved son tying her up and then molesting her. Although Jiang Qin didn't want to admit it, the cruel reality was before her: Sen Sen, though not yet an adult, had already shown Boss Jin "excellent potential" to become a demon. The thought of her precious son potentially being led astray by the traffickers, growing up to be a lecherous fiend like them, who abducted, abused, and ravaged women, made Jiang Qin's heart, already riddled with holes by the traffickers' torment, even more fragile. Just then, the door to Jiang Qin's cell was opened from the outside. Jiang Qin struggled to lift her head from the bed and saw the trafficker who had brought her back to the cell yesterday walking in, followed by two plain-looking, even somewhat plump, middle-aged women. Apart from Shen Qinyao, Gao Na, and other female slaves, Jiang Qin had never seen any other women on the island. The women before her surprised her to some extent. "This is her. You two can start preparing," the trafficker said, pointing at Jiang Qin, who was tied to the bed, to the women behind him before leaving without looking back. Normally, these traffickers would take the opportunity to grope her while she was tied to the bed and unable to move. Why were they so polite today and did nothing to her? The strange reaction of the traffickers and the arrival of the two "rare" female guests made Jiang Qin increasingly feel that something big was about to happen today... The two women, upon receiving the kidnapper's instructions, one of them stepped forward and removed the ball gag from Jiang Qin's mouth. Then, her rough fingers slowly pulled out the ice silk stocking that had been stuffed into the female agent's mouth. Instantly, Jiang Qin's tongue felt a long-lost sense of ease and freedom. She gasped for air, like a traveler breaking through the surface of the sea just before drowning, breathing in fresh air. The woman who had "rescued" Jiang Qin was busy untying the leather restraints that held the female agent's upper body firmly to the bed board. Her companion was slowly loosening the ropes binding Jiang Qin's beautiful black-stockinged legs. "Who... who are you?" Jiang Qin asked slowly, her mouth having adjusted to the absence of the foreign object. "We are from Jixiang Village," the woman responsible for untying Jiang Qin's leg restraints replied in broken Mandarin. "Our village is just west of the island."