Beautiful human trafficker Su Yi

"Mmm! Mmmph~" "Ugh~ Ugh......" "Ngh~ Hngh......" Three beautiful women were tightly bound by several ropes, held in a spread-eagle position, each sprawled on a large mat. They occasionally writhed their delicate bodies, attempting to break free from their restraints. Their efforts, undoubtedly, ended in failure, leaving them no choice but to remain prone. Due to excessive struggling and the tight gags, their [X_X] was incredibly intense. They could only surrender to the full-body restraints, struggling to breathe, emitting weak, mosquito-like moans that were barely audible even to themselves. "I wonder how my little darlings are doing?" After inputting the password and verifying my iris, accompanied by the sound of mechanical whirring, the lift door slowly opened. I walked in leisurely, admiring the aesthetically pleasing yet futile struggles of my captivating captives. "Let big sister check if you've been good while I was away~" As I spoke, I approached the captives and began meticulously inspecting each knot, using my hands to confirm if any had loosened, and reinforcing those that were slightly slack. I couldn't afford to be careless; these three beauties were not to be underestimated and had caused me considerable trouble in the past. To prevent them from overheating, I had, of course, removed their clothes. However, to facilitate identification, I had dressed them in different styles of lingerie. Now, while checking the knots, I'll take the opportunity to describe their bindings and appearances. First, we have Beauty Number One – Jiaxin. She has vibrant green hair, a delicate oval face, and eyes that are a deep blue with black undertones. Her long, slender white legs and a body with beautifully defined lines from long-term training would undoubtedly turn heads normally. Her gray lingerie accentuates her supple, elastic skin. But now, Jiaxin is quite uncomfortable: her hands are bound behind her back, arms held at the elbows. Orange tape is wrapped from the tips of her left fingers, covering her entire forearm, and then onto the tips of her right fingers. To prevent the tape from coming loose and giving her an opportunity, I forced her fingers together, then completely wrapped her hands with bandages, slipped them into black leather bags, tied the openings shut, and finally sealed them with several layers of plastic wrap. This way, Jiaxin has completely lost the freedom to move her hands. As for her legs, her thighs and calves are held together, and rope is wrapped several times below her knees, threaded through the center of the loops and tied. Finally, tape is applied. This leaves Jiaxin in a permanent M-leg position. Afterward, I had Jiaxin lie prone on the mat, her feet cuffed, and a zip tie threaded through the chain connecting them, binding them to her arms. Thus, a perfect spread-eagle position is completed. "Ngh! Ngh—" Beauty Number Two begins to struggle again. "Oh, Wanqing, you're quite energetic. Are the ropes not tight enough?" Upon hearing this, Beauty Number Two immediately relented, stopped squirming, and shook her head with difficulty. Wanqing is wearing a pink bra, which, of course, is now soaked with sweat. Paired with it is a pink pair of panties. Wanqing has an oval face and shoulder-length chestnut hair, slightly curled, giving her a unique charm. However, Wanqing's originally proud figure has now become an annoying burden, the ropes biting into her flesh, causing considerable pain. Her forearms are forced to fold against her upper arms and secured with rope, followed by several loops of sky-blue tape for adornment. Her hands are wrapped in bandages, then forced into fists with double-sided tape, wrapped in cloth, and finally slipped into leather bags. Afterward, I had Wanqing raise her arms, bringing her hands below her shoulders, and then cuffed them, leaving her hands behind her head. With this type of restraint, even a master escape artist would be helpless without external assistance. Wanqing's legs are treated differently from Jiaxin's. First, her legs are brought together, and then rope is used to secure her thighs, calves, and ankles, followed by tape. Finally, a pair of handcuffs connects the rope at her ankles to her hands, leaving Wanqing helplessly transformed into a little mare. Next is Beauty Number Three – Xuening. She's wearing a green bikini that perfectly showcases her proud [X_X]. Her golden blonde hair is a beautiful sight, tied into a ponytail at the back, very pleasing to the eye. Her blue eyes stare at you, like an ocean, both calm and passionate. Xuening's binding is also different from the other two: first, her arms are forced together, and then starting from her upper arms, she is bound at intervals of a few loops, passing through her elbows, forearms, and wrists. This causes Xuening's entire upper body to tense up, forming a standard straight-arm bind. Next is the treatment of her hands: her hands are first balled into fists, then tightly wrapped with bandages. Several tight loops are made at the wrists, and then the resulting bandage ball is wrapped around several times. Afterward, black leather [X_X] are used to secure the bandage balls, rendering Xuening's delicate hands unable to break free. Finally, single-arm gloves are used to completely encase her upper limbs, with straps fastened, rendering Xuening's arms useless. Because Xuening's leg strength is weaker, her restraints are relatively looser: her legs are brought together, secured at the ankles with rope, and then Xuening is made to lie prone, her calves folded backward. Finally, a fishing line is used to tie her big toes together and then connect them to her ponytail. This way, Xuening dares not move rashly. Since maintaining the spread-eagle position like this is extremely strenuous, and at Xuening's earnest pleading, and also to prevent damage to her beautiful hair, I then used rope to connect her ankles to the leather gloves, which somewhat distributed the pressure on her toes and hair. After completing these steps, another perfect spread-eagle was born. To prevent the three beauties from escaping using other objects, I utilized the room's hooks, iron racks, chairs, sofas, and other items to secure them individually to the mats. This way, the captives, already restricted by the spread-eagle position, were forced to lie obediently on their respective mats, completely immobile. Even with all their strength, they could only twitch the parts not secured, truly unable to escape. These anchoring measures also greatly simplified my inspection work; I only needed to check if the securing ropes were loose or to return the slightly shifted "counterweights" to their original positions, which was very convenient.

A few seconds of hesitation were all I needed, especially with them sitting there, dumbfounded on the sofa. I moved like a whirlwind, injecting them with anesthetic one by one. The drug was potent, and they were instantly rendered speechless. "Ladies, did you have fun yesterday? Today, it's our turn to have fun~" I opened the travel case I'd brought in, took out ropes and tape, and walked towards Singer A with a smile. Half an hour later, after the combined efforts of Wanqing, Jiaxin, and myself, all five "meat packages" were securely bound. This was no playful restraint; this was a foolproof binding. While the anesthetic ensured they wouldn't wake for the entire day, the memory of how they tied me up yesterday fueled my anger. Even though the suitcase was large, it could barely fit one tall beauty. To save space, they would naturally be treated to some Shibari. Being stuffed into a suitcase would be incredibly stuffy, so they had to be stripped down to their underwear. Their stockings were peeled off and stuffed into their mouths, bit by bit. Since they were all unconscious, the gagging process was exceptionally smooth. As their cheeks bulged, the stockings were completely crammed into their mouths. Their tongues must have been numb, as they only managed a slight frown throughout the entire ordeal, without a sound. Then, we used our hands to pinch their lips, helping them fully swallow their stockings. Finally, the tape came out. After sealing their mouths, we proceeded to wrap bandages meticulously around their eyes and mouths several times. This not only deprived them of their sight but also prevented the tape from coming off, further suppressing their cries for help and their ability to breathe. Now, even if they suddenly woke up, they would be in a state of blindness, unable to call for help, and would obediently become lambs to the slaughter. After dealing with their faces, it was time for styling and securing. For ease of Shibari, we started with their legs. First, we helped their weak and limp legs come together, taping them at intervals since the rope was too long for segmented binding. This way, the beauties' legs were united. If we then put on leg sleeves, they could easily pass for mermaids, haha. After binding their beautiful legs, although they couldn't be separated, they still needed to be folded to save space. So, we helped them bend their legs again, bringing their feet to their buttocks. Then, we used tape to wrap from the base of their thighs, incorporating their ankles. After a few rounds, the "meat packages" were forced to maintain a curled-leg position. Next, we tackled their arms. First, we brought their upper arms flush against their bodies, then used rope to wrap around their chests and backs several times before tightening to maintain this position. For their forearms, we used a method similar to straight-arm binding, bringing their forearms towards their buttocks so that their palms crossed, forming a cross. After wrapping their hands with bandages several times, we bent their fingers, interlocking them into the palm of the hand underneath, and then applied a second layer of bandage. Once their hands were bound into a single mass, we wrapped tape around the outside, ensuring their hands couldn't be separated. Finally, it was the finishing stage of the Shibari styling. First, we used rope to tie the middle of their forearms to their waists, then tightened the knot. After that, we brought their thighs flush against their bodies and tightened several rounds of tape around the outside. With that, the Shibari of the "meat packages" was complete. At 00:45 on Wednesday, after loading the last "meat package" into the suitcase, I snapped my fingers. "Work's done, let's go home. We have more work in the morning." After loading all the suitcases into the car, we sped away. Four assessed "meat packages" acquired, and one extra. We really hit the jackpot. Luck seemed to be on my side again.

Of course, the meat goods' beautiful legs wouldn't be spared either~ But these bindings look particularly brutal: First, a rope is wrapped around the meat goods' waist, and a short section leads to the [X_X], forming a standard crotch rope. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's already dug in nearly 2 centimeters, can the meat goods handle it? With their legs brought together, they're tightly bound with rope. Two bundles of rope are used on the thighs, and a full three bundles on the calves, all digging fiercely into the flesh. Damn, must it be this harsh? If they're bound for too long, won't they need amputations... With their legs bound like this, the meat goods' delicate feet naturally couldn't escape. Rope is tightly wound around the arches, making the feet one solid unit. The excess rope is then looped around the big toes of both feet, tightened, and pulled back to tie a knot at the arch binding. To prevent the meat goods from running off, they adopted my strategy, using the existing hooks and shelves in the storage room to fix the two meat goods firmly onto the blankets. "This... excuse me, how long did you bind them for?" "Not long, just about an hour~" It truly is slow work that yields fine results. Although a bit cruel, the bindings are indeed solid. "Cough, cough, when binding meat goods, tighter isn't always better. If you injure their arms and legs, how will you sell them? Remember for the future, you only need to bind key areas to restrict movement, then secure them to prevent escape. That's all. Even when tormenting, you don't do it like this!" Next, I went to the study to check on the remaining two little meat goods. These two clearly didn't suffer as much, perhaps Jiaxin and Wanqing got tired of binding? Even so, their restraints can still be described as meticulous: Visually, the faces of both beauties are covered in tape, leaving only their noses exposed. I imagine being covered in tape all over their faces must be unpleasant, but the two meat goods are currently unconscious. Even if they wake up, they won't be able to speak. Beneath layers of tape, thin cotton pads are placed over the meat goods' eyes, and a soft sponge ball is stuffed into their mouths. As for its diameter... according to Jiaxin and Wanqing, it's 10 centimeters. Since it's very soft, once stuffed into the mouth, it would automatically fill every inch of space, pressing down firmly on the tongue, making it extremely difficult to speak. These two meat goods also had their ears sealed to prevent them from hearing things they shouldn't. The two meat goods were also stripped completely naked. Their upper bodies were subjected to a turtle shell binding, though not extensively, confined to the meat goods' [X_X], effectively dividing them into several sections. Why target the breasts so harshly? I suspect it might be due to Jiaxin and Wanqing's jealousy. The meat goods were also positioned with their hands behind their backs, still bound into a halter top, this time with tape. The turtle shell binding on the meat goods' chests extended downwards, forming crotch ropes again, providing them with intense stimulation while effectively limiting their range of struggle. As for their legs, they were positioned with bent knees, and tape was directly wrapped around the knees, along with the thighs and calves near the knees. While not as perverse as the other two meat goods, it was still more than enough to render them immobile. "Alright, inspection is complete. Now, let's begin the transfer!"

"Hmph, I knew you'd take advantage of the situation! Ah! Yaa—" As soon as I retorted, she twisted my arms, roughly forcing my hands behind my back, and then, a zip tie was brutally cinched around my wrists. "Go easy! You guys almost blew me up!" "Click" was her response, as a pair of handcuffs appeared on my wrists. "Quiet! Aren't you still alive? Looking at you, if I let you keep up this act, we'd probably be blown to bits before long." She cupped my cheeks, shoving a large wad of white cloth into my mouth. "Mmmph—Woo!" I tried to express my displeasure, but the gag was stuffed in so tightly, I couldn't utter a sound. "Just be a good captive!" After shoving the entire cloth wad in, she tore off a strip of black tape and roughly sealed my mouth. "Hmph! Woo!" I wanted to resist, but at best, I could only widen my eyes. After a brief struggle, I had no choice but to pant for breath. Seeing my reluctant submission, she grinned triumphantly. "Haha, weren't you quite spirited just now? Who gave you the guts to snatch someone from the 'Big Sister'?" What? Big Sister? Wasn't this a test assigned by the Big Sister? I was set up? Seeing the shock on my face, the wicked woman was quite pleased. "Do you know who you've offended now? Enjoy these last few tens of minutes of your easy life. When you get to the 'Big Sister's' place, if you manage to come back, you'll be crying and begging me to put a bullet in your head, hahahaha." A black bag was pulled over my head, completely blocking out the light. Then, I was roughly pulled up and shoved along, finally being forced into a vehicle. The car started, heading towards the Big Sister's interrogation base. Where would my future lead? "Mmm-hmm! Woo-oh! Hmm!" Upon arriving at the Big Sister's interrogation base, I was yanked out of the car. A collar was placed around my neck, and someone led me along, finally pushing me into a chair and securing me with metal shackles. After another few tens of minutes, I heard the door open, and several people entered, taking turns whipping me. The force of the whips was considerable, and the strikes were well-aimed. My chest, back, and thighs became their targets. My top was quickly torn to shreds, and I sustained dozens of whip marks. After nearly a hundred lashes, the Big Sister arrived. She halted her subordinates' brutality, then brought over a chair and sat before me, saying nothing. Since the bag was still on my head, I had no idea what she was doing. How long had it been since I was captured? An hour? But it was clear I couldn't hold out much longer. For my team, and for myself, I had no choice but to yield. I twisted my body, emitting muffled groans. The Big Sister smiled with satisfaction. "Young lady, you have quite the endurance. Very good. However, what's even more commendable is that you know how to read the situation and bow your head in time." With that, she pulled off the bag from my head. As I adjusted to the dim light of the cell, the Big Sister also remembered who this familiar girl was. "Eh? Miss Su Yi? How could it be you?" Hmph, she acted as if it were real. Seeing me glare at her furiously, the Big Sister didn't rush to remove the gag. "Su Yi, calm down first. I'm sure there must be some misunderstanding here." Misunderstanding? I didn't think so. I had simply underestimated my opponent this time. Seeing my growing frustration, the Big Sister decided it was time. She peeled off the tape and removed the gag. "Say whatever you want." "Hmph, I, Su Yi, have always acted with a clear conscience. This time, I was outmatched. I admit defeat wholeheartedly. Do as you please, whether it's killing or torturing me." "Su Yi, why would you say such a thing? I didn't send anyone to capture you. I merely heard that a girl who was competing with me for goods had a peculiar constitution, so I came to take a look, and it turned out to be you. Besides, your assessment period hasn't ended, and you haven't committed any violations so far. How can you talk about failure?" "Then why intercept me while I was capturing a model?"

The cutouts. Although the handcuffs were specially made, with larger iron rings than usual, they still hurt as they dug into my wrists. That wasn't all. The girl then ordered two other bodyguards to grab my legs and pull them hard towards the foot of the bed. My body instantly tensed, and my wrists felt even more painful. Once my body was stretched to its limit, the bodyguards used handcuffs to secure my feet to the ends of the bed, and I seemed to hear the bed frame and handcuffs creaking under the strain. At the same time, my body was forced into an 'X' shape, tightly bound to the bed. Even without the drug, I was completely immobilized. After the restraints were complete, the leader girl picked up a wad of silk cloth. With her other hand, she unceremoniously pried open my mouth and prepared to stuff it full. However, after staring at my face and contemplating for a moment, she shook her head. "Forget it. I'll keep this mouth for the master. No matter how capable you were before, once you're here, don't even think about making a sound!" She placed three keys on the nightstand and said triumphantly, "Alright, sisters, we're done. Let's go~" The bodyguards filed out of the room, the last one carefully closing the door behind them. The room instantly fell silent. During this time, my locator remained active, but only the audio monitoring function was enabled. Headquarters still couldn't receive any image signals. They had contacted me several times, but due to the effects of the drug, I couldn't properly operate the locator to give them a clear response. Headquarters likely saw that my vital signs weren't in immediate danger, so they stopped contacting me, reminding me to reply when the situation allowed. My body was not only drugged but also firmly secured to the bed, held in a humiliating spread-eagle position. I tried to struggle, but it was only a futile thought. In the end, I could only succumb to shame and anger, drifting off to sleep, hoping to shake off the drug's effects as quickly as possible. Two hours later, around four or five in the afternoon, I was startled awake by the sound of the door opening. I looked up and saw that the person entering was none other than the young master of 'Gale Force'—Jing. As I realized my strength was returning, a wave of relief washed over me. Jing closed the door and walked to the bedside, staring intently at me. He looked very tired, showing no signs of aggression. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. I had just moved my lips, wanting to say a few words, when Jing suddenly jumped onto the bed, scrambled onto me, grabbed a pair of stockings, and shoved them into my mouth. My mouth had opened slightly in surprise, and he stuffed them in perfectly, quickly filling my oral cavity. I could only let out low whimpers. Jing didn't stop there. He went to the cabinet, quickly found a gag, and then put it on me. Now, I was truly unable to express myself and could only look at him helplessly. Jing was clearly not satisfied. He snatched the keys from the nightstand, first unlocking the shackles on my feet, then leaning over me and unlocking the handcuffs on my wrists. I tried to use my recovered strength to resist, but I was too weak. My token resistance was met with him grabbing my arms, forcibly flipping me over, binding my hands behind my back, and pressing my head into the pillow. Jing was also quite surprised. "Didn't that drug last for a whole day? This little agent is quite capable, regaining her mobility so quickly. Fortunately, I came back early, or it would have been a bit troublesome. No, I need to tie her down more securely." So, Jing said fiercely, "Behave yourself! You're struggling so wildly now. Don't be too weak to take any punishment later. Su Yi, you've given us so many great gifts. I'll definitely return them slowly. Don't blame me for being too enthusiastic; it's just reciprocity, hahahaha!" I had no idea what he was thinking, but my body was pinned down, and my head was buried in the pillow, making it impossible to breathe. I had to stop struggling and nod my head with all my might, signaling my submission. Seeing me become so obedient, Jing was naturally very pleased. He released my head, picked up a bundle of hemp rope, and began to bind me. All I could do was struggle to breathe and endure in silence. Half an hour later, Jing finally tied the last knot and let out a happy whistle, admiring my body covered in ropes. I, of course, couldn't be happy. My hands were wrapped tightly in tape and pulled up behind my back, binding me in a posture resembling the 'back-handed Guanyin'. Even with my flexibility, it was still very painful. My upper body was even more excessively bound, wrapped in a garish turtle shell pattern. The abdomen was covered in a diamond-shaped rope net, and the area around my [X_X] received special attention, being tightly constricted, likely for visual effect. My breasts, true to their role, became more prominent, almost bursting out of the clothing. But while you enjoyed tying me up, I was in agony! In comparison, my legs were a little more comfortable, but only a little. My thighs and calves were forced into a folded position, with ropes looped around them from the base of my thighs to my knees. Fortunately, my legs were not bound together, which would have been even more painful.