Black Silk Beauty LSD Kidnapping Restraint Middle Out

The beauty, whose anus had never been violated, let out a muffled shriek. Her rouged lips, smaller than Han Jianni's, were stuffed with three wads of stockings. Unable to close her mouth and with no room for a gag, she had to fold a fourth stocking into a strip and bind it between her red lips, serving as a stocking gag. The stocking near her lips was stained with lipstick, as the female secretary had touched up her makeup while she was unconscious. Her pearly white teeth bit down on the soft stockings. Though it lacked the firm restraint of a rubber ball, it prevented her from uttering a single word, leaving her with only muffled moans. "No one's ever played with this place before?" Seeing Silky's anxious expression, Li Wei was overjoyed. He slapped her peachy ass hard, "I'm going to break you in today!" "No... *whimper whimper whimper*!!!!!" Her slender waist swayed left and right, unwilling to be held. A firm, hot erection rubbed back and forth in her butt crack, its beastly pulse felt even through the form-fitting stockings. The beauty's fear of anal sex was like a second deflowering. She couldn't help but resent her qipao, wondering why lifting her skirt led to this... Her arms were unable to protect herself, held out to her sides at neck height. Her upper limbs were confined by a wooden neck and wrist restraint. The rectangular wooden board had three round holes lined up. The center hole, for her neck, was the widest, while the slightly smaller holes on either side restrained her wrists. "Damn it, it's hard to exert force to break free with my arms folded... even my fingers..." Her hands were clenched into fists, the palms gripping the wads of stockings, shaped and secured with tape. Two layers of thickened stockings were then pulled over the fists. The two pink fists, restrained by the neck and wrist枷, became small stocking-covered flesh buns. Even a simple knot like a shoelace was impossible for Silky to untie, let alone a locked wooden restraint. "Mmmph... Mmmph..." Her legs, encased in layers of stockings, were bound together. Kneeling on the bed, she had no room to resist. Li Wei pulled down the stockings around her buttocks, his thumb rubbing her spiraling pink anus. Silky let out a soft gasp, her fair buttocks jiggling. Her upper body, still wearing the neck and wrist restraint, was unaccustomed to the position and repeatedly lost balance when struggling, falling awkwardly onto the bed, her heart-shaped buttocks sticking up. "Are you begging me to fuck you? What a slutty teacher, not even sparing your own students." Li Wei grabbed her full, moist buttocks, so slippery that not even a feather could land on them. Half the pleasure of playing with a woman's rear end comes from an enema. The liquid surged into her intestines, her lower abdomen swelling to the size of pregnancy. Then, it was sealed with [X_X] and tethered in place for a period. Her belly rumbled, and the woman was both anxious and in pain, her forehead beaded with sweat. She couldn't afford to be ashamed and wanted to defecate. At this point, she would do anything. As long as she could use the toilet, she would use all her might to make her master comfortable and satisfied. But Li Wei was overcome with lust and couldn't be bothered with all that. He put two layers of stockings on his cock and aimed at the target. "Mmmph?!... Oh... No!... Mmmph... Not there yet..." Silky shook her head and moaned. Li Wei thrust his hips forward, penetrating her. "Oooohhh!!!!!" Silky's upper body almost sprang up as she bit down on the stockings, screaming in pain. "Damn, this is too tight!" Li Wei gripped her waist, his glans hard against her purplish-red anus, thrusting forcefully. He managed to push in about a third of the length. Her flower bud writhed, trying to envelop his glans, blocking the foreign object. This was the young beauty's first time her anus was violated by a man, and it was with a perverted, stocking-clad cock. The soft yet hard foreign object was unrecognizable to her body, instinctively rejected. It clamped down, making his cock unable to move, igniting his primal lust. "Mmm!!!... Mmm!!!" Silky gasped repeatedly, her nether regions feeling as if they were being torn in half. Tears welled in her beautiful eyes from the pain. Her arms thrashed uselessly under the restraint of the枷. His cock was completely disproportionate to her sphincter, like trying to shove a fist into a keyhole. No matter how much force he applied, it wouldn't go in; the path was completely blocked. Li Wei spat a few times at her sphincter, "I don't believe this!"

Silky clutched her lower abdomen and rushed into the women's restroom, the vibrator releasing ecstatic stimulation to her nether regions. Her pussy felt on the verge of an orgasm, clear fluids already trickling down her thighs. The cleaning lady, mopping the floor, saw her sexy attire – a brown tight pencil skirt and shimmering stockings – and mistook her for a student's parent. Strangely, this "parent" proceeded to open each stall door, even lifting the toilet tank lids, as if searching for something. She continued this peculiar inspection until she reached the last stall, where she finally stopped and locked the door. Did wealthy women need to pick a stall with good feng shui? The cleaner couldn't fathom it. Inside the stall, the beauty bit her luscious red lips, enduring an orgasm that was long overdue. Her movements became contorted, and she could barely hold onto the black package in her hands. Li Wei had specifically sent her here, likely to install a hidden camera to film her climaxing. She unwrapped the package, finding a note inside instructing her to wear the "gifts." The so-called gifts included a blindfold, a gag, handcuffs, a vibrator, a black latex hood, stockings, and a plaque that read, "I'm a perverted nympho who loves bondage sex, please fill me up, big dick daddy ♡." "What vulgar words..." she thought. "Does he want me to masturbate with these?" Silky's face flushed crimson. It wouldn't be difficult to avoid being seen, but after being bound, what if someone came in... The fear of exposure only heightened her arousal. Had the high schooler's "training" truly turned her into a promiscuous slut? She had no time to ponder. The vibrator, nestled between her wet lips, reached its set time and emitted a weak current. "Ahhhhhh!!!!" Silky yelped, caught off guard by the electric jolt, and quickly covered her mouth. She assumed the cleaning lady must have heard. Flustered, the stockinged teacher fumbled to flush the toilet, attempting to mask her faint moans. She couldn't afford to be so careless; the vibrator's current grew stronger. The淫.水 in her legs couldn't be contained. She hastily lowered the toilet lid and sat on it. She hung the "nympho manifesto" plaque around her neck, her breasts pushing it forward. She parted her soft, alluring lips and stuffed the silk stocking into her mouth, the multi-holed rubber gag wedging between her pearly white teeth. The leather straps on either side of the gag were pulled tight across her pretty face, lifting her hair, and fastened at the back of her head to suppress any moans. After completing these preparations, Silky was at her limit. Her body, ravaged by the aphrodisiac and an afternoon of forced restraint, was on the verge of collapse, trembling uncontrollably.淫.水 streamed everywhere. The black silk blindfold covered her beautiful eyes. She cuffed her hands behind her back, spread her legs as instructed by the note, revealing her stocking-clad crotch. There was no underwear beneath, and warm, slippery fluids continuously welled from her wet lips. Silky leaned against the toilet tank, preparing to welcome the long-suppressed climax. Suddenly, she remembered the vibrator. Deprived of sight, she could only rely on memory to find the vibrator with her cuffed hands. To her dismay, her fingers reached too quickly, and the cylindrical object slipped from her grasp, rolling out of the stall. It slowly bumped against a pair of silver high heels. "Oh no! ...Damn it, why now? ...Where did it go?" Silky's heart pounded in panic. Her cuffed hands fumbled blindly, unsure of what to do. The vibrator was nearing its maximum setting. "Tap, tap, tap..." The sound of silver high heels on the marble floor grew closer. Since Silky had opened all the other stall doors, the last one remained shut, and the heels headed directly for it, until a vibrator rolled out from inside. The footsteps stopped. "Wha?! ...Who's out there? ...Waaaaah!!!" The stockinged teacher's heart leaped into her throat. Just as panic and fear seized her, the vibrator unleashed a fierce current. "Oooohhhhhh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh?!!!!!!" Silky threw her head back, a wild cry escaping her lips. Her tender flesh was pierced by the electric current, and her abdomen thrust forward as she reached a shattering climax. The long-suppressed, ultimate pleasure caused her sex organ to ejaculate, spraying out viscous, egg-white-like semen, gushing out in waves as if a man were cumming, hitting the stall door one after another. The powerful force even propelled the vibrator outwards. The woman's ecstatic moans of release were clearly audible from outside. The owner of the silver high heels bent down and picked up the vibrator. She grasped the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. "Mmmph... Don't come in... Ooooh!!!" Silky heard the movement. If she were discovered in this shameful state, her teaching career would be over, and she would have no face to meet her students. The thought sent a surge of arousal through her sex organ. The more ashamed she felt, the more semen she ejaculated, dripping down the stall door onto the floor. On the other side of the door, a hand with black, glossy nail polish turned the doorknob several times, but unable to open the locked stall, finally gave up.

"Let's join forces and kill her, then I won't be afraid," Xiao Tao said with a fawning smile, her thighs rubbing against the other's body. The stockings binding her arms gradually slipped off during their intense coupling, revealing an elegant, satin-like, fair back, like a piece of crystal-clear jade, irresistible to the touch. "An old monk's services are quite expensive," Tu Chuntong grabbed the woman's fair arms and pulled her limp body up from the bed, cupping her panting, fragrant lips. Xiao Tao, understanding, took his finger into her mouth, her tongue teasing and entwining, asking intermittently, "When exactly... will you make your move?" Tu Chuntong, with an impatient expression, shoved a ball gag into her cherry-like mouth and fastened the straps. "You don't need to know. Just pay with your body." With that, his waist thrust forward, his cock filling the wet, slippery cavity. His limbs exerted force, joints creaking, all his strength converging on his waist and abdomen as his penis suddenly enlarged. "Mmmph!!" Xiao Tao moaned, her small sex organ feeling an internal pressure as the cock continued to swell, like a time bomb about to detonate. The texture of his shaft began to rub against her contracting, pink cunt, and the impending pleasure made her cry out seductively. The thrusting speed increased, and cum splattered. The unbearable, strange force gradually spiraled out of control. His cock hardened to its limit, and pre-cum seeped from its glans. Her honey-pot, flooded with arousal, clenched tighter and tighter, creating immense resistance, her cervix completely closing to prevent further penetration. Just as they were about to climax, Tu Chuntong pulled his kasaya over her head. Darkness fell upon Xiao Tao. As her mind relaxed, his cock plunged deep, breaching her cervix, unleashing countless semen-filled projectiles. Hot, viscous bullets poured into her honey-pot, and her sex organ immediately collapsed. "Mmmph!?! It's gone... Ohhhhhh!!!!!!..." Even with the kasaya obscuring her face, one could see the contorted features of Xiao Tao, twisted in ecstasy. She bit down on the gag, emitting lewd moans as her body convulsed violently. Tu Chuntong, having endured for so long, finally erupted like a volcano, ejaculating endlessly. The scale of his release was astonishing. Her trembling abdomen actually bulged slightly under the impact of his cock, her honey-pot becoming a vessel for his semen. The monk deliberately pressed down on her stomach and gave it a forceful pat. The simultaneous pressure from both inside and out squeezed her womb, triggering a second orgasm. "Oooohhhhhh!!!!!" Her head, covered by the red kasaya, snapped back. Semen poured out of her wet slit like freshly squeezed milk, steaming in the air. The continuous, forced intercourse had left her body unable to be satisfied by mere orgasms. Accompanied by the stinging pain from her urethra, Xiao Tao lost control of her bladder. The room gradually quieted. The sweat-soaked monk withdrew his cock, but it was so tightly gripped that it wouldn't come out. He cupped her round buttocks with both hands and, with a grunt, pulled out his still-trembling member. As his penis separated from her vagina, the last stream of thick semen shot from his foreskin as a parting gift, landing on her plump, bouncy ass. The moment he released her, Xiao Tao collapsed onto the bed. She couldn't even hold on until the monk finished ejaculating; her head lolled to the side, and she fainted. Only her body's primal instincts remained, twitching mechanically like a wilting flower in the wind. Her honey-pot, like a mouth that couldn't close, leaked a sticky mixture of semen and arousal fluid, dripping from her crotch onto the sheets. "Amitabha," the monk clasped his hands together. "Sinful, sinful." The sun began to set, and the evening glow filtered through the window, illuminating the bed. The sleeping beauty, who had climaxed countless times today, lay with her eyes tightly shut, breathing steadily. Her petite, delicate body was clad only in a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose. Even in her sleep, her outstanding legs remained apart, maintaining the spread posture from her orgasms. The sunset dyed the stockings a fiery red and golden yellow, the hues soft and alluring. The jade feet at the end of the stockings were exquisitely delicate, with rounded arches and translucent, pearly skin. A sparkling toe ring adorned her second toe. One hand cradled the stockinged foot, examining it up close, and a fragrance wafted up. The stockings were hazy, her golden lotus soft and fragrant. Tu Chuntong held this priceless work of art, bringing his nose closer and closer, inhaling the mingled scent of stockings and feet into his lungs. She slept so peacefully that she didn't react even when her two fair, tender feet were grabbed and defiled. Ni Yonghao had enjoyed playing with her feet, once making Xiao Tao wear various high heels for footjobs. Though the soles of her feet weren't as tight as her honey-pot, the stockings provided a smooth sensation during intercourse. Moreover, it was the most ticklish part of a woman's body; a little mischief with his cock could elicit a trembling reaction. The stockings and his cock rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound. The eggplant-purple glans repeatedly brushed across the soles of her feet. The sleeping beauty furrowed her brow, perhaps dreaming of something, on the verge of waking. Tu Chuntong's lustful thoughts stirred, and he covered her eyes with a red blindfold. He continued to hold her small golden lotuses, making them serve his cock, one on each side. The sun had completely set, and the two warm, soft, stocking-clad feet were covered in the foul-smelling semen. The contented monk took out a black rubber spreader, half a meter long, with a metal ring at each end. He locked the ankles of the sleeping beauty's feet. This was a leg spreader, designed to force a woman's legs open for easier penetration. Her body was gradually recovering from the intense, restrictive sex, but Xiao Tao couldn't open her eyes. She only felt a sticky sensation on the soles of her feet and an inability to move her limbs, momentarily unsure if she was dreaming or awake. It wasn't until her arms, bound behind her back, were lifted upwards, higher and higher, that the ache in her joints jolted her brain awake. She suddenly remembered being brought to the brink of incontinence and fainting by a perversely large cock. To alleviate the pain in her arms, she had to arch her already full breasts and lift her shapely, stocking-clad buttocks, displaying her sexy, fiery S-curve. "Om Ah Hum Vajra Guru Padma Siddhi Hum..." a male voice chanted the guttural sutras.

"What!? You want to..." The assassin guessed her thoughts. "This is a designer piece, lucky you." Shaoyun rolled her eyes. Halfway through unzipping, she noticed the assassin was even taller and more voluptuous than herself, and the clothes were a size too small. Even lying down, her proud peaks stood tall, the tube top dress too tight, making her nipples protrude conspicuously. The exquisite black belt at her waist outlined her stunning curves at the waist and hips. Perfectly proportioned legs paired with extremely provocative open-crotch black stockings, the smooth and soft nylon material hugging her beautiful legs. Her silken feet slipped into blue pointed high heels, her hair spread out like a news anchor's. Such a sexy beauty's abdomen revealed the outline of a penis, the unusually tight mini-skirt even showing the contour of the glans, the erect head pointing towards her navel. Despite having been injected with a muscle relaxant, the penis could still tremble. Shaoyun gripped the hard penis through the bodycon skirt. Gu Chun slightly tilted her chin up and moaned softly, "Don't touch that..." "What? Didn't you just ask me to serve it?" Shaoyun pinched with her thumb and middle finger, flicking the penis hard. "Ahhhhhh!!!!" Gu Chun let out an exaggerated scream. Shaoyun quickly covered her mouth. After taking the aphrodisiac in the bathroom, her lower body remained engorged and erect for a long time, the meatus gradually oozing precum. After the muscle relaxant injection, her body's senses were dulled, but this organ that shouldn't exist was unaffected by the drug's effects. A light flick of a finger caused immense pain. "Looks like it's a weakness. If I grab here, you're done for, right?" Shaoyun found her opponent's weak spot, a smug look on her face. "I'll fuck you to death with it," Gu Chun said, word by word, fiercely. "Don't be so fierce." The host held the penis and gently stroked it. The assassin, mid-fierce words, let out an uncontrollable, seductive moan. Her hands were pulled behind her back, wrists crossed and carefully bound with rope. Her palms held a ball of stockings, wrapped with tape, forming a pair of fist cuffs. Her forearms were taped together, elbows touching. "You really... went to a lot of clubs, didn't you." With her arms bound, Gu Chun had to push up her proud breasts, revealing pink areolas. The two erect nipples threatened to pop out of the tube top dress at any moment, her alluring curves displayed to their fullest. The tight binding made it difficult to break free without external help. 80D thick thigh-high stockings were pulled from her fists to her shoulders. Shaoyun took out the single-hand restraint cuffs the assassin had prepared and placed her arms inside the black leather. Two belts were fastened outside, making it impossible to escape even if she regained her strength. Even the heels of her high heels were not spared, tied together with a short piece of rope. The rope extended upwards along her calves, wrapping without leaving any gaps, then two layers of shiny flesh-colored thigh-high stockings were put on, making her bound feet even more alluring. Seven red silk ribbons bound them, each tied into a beautiful bow. "Who the hell are you... Ahh?!... Oh... Oh... Don't touch... Ah!!" Gu Chun's penis was grabbed. The bodycon skirt had been lifted to her waist at some point, and the penis immediately sprang out, only to be stepped on by silken feet. "Pervert, doesn't feel good, does it?" Shaoyun lewdly pinched the penis with two fingers, the soft stockings rubbing against its shaft, beginning an unexpected footjob. The penis repeatedly tried to spring up, only to be flattened by her foot. Just as her moans grew more seductive, Shaoyun fiercely kicked her groin. "Oooohhhhhh!!!!" In the yard downstairs, four thugs were chatting. Suddenly, they heard a scream from upstairs. One of them mused, "Gu Chun is really ruthless, to go after such a tender girl." "Sounds like she's crippled?" "What a shame, what a shame." ... "Stop! Stop it!" Gu Chun's face turned deathly pale, and she screamed repeatedly. Shaoyun smiled, "I'm not touching it." She pressed down with her foot on the penis, causing the soft bed to sink. The host changed into the assassin's black jumpsuit, tied her hair into a high ponytail, and put on the latex gloves commonly used during her operations. Her fists were clenched, making a latex-rubbing sound.

"Futanari sex slaves are rare, truly a case of supply and demand. Even if she doesn't win, someone will surely pay a high price to collect her. Would you be willing to part with her?" Manager Wang asked. Shao Yun removed her mask, picked up her coffee, and took a sip to hide her suppressed giggle. She quickly composed her expression, feigning seriousness. "It took a lot of effort to train her for the beauty slave selection, I almost lost my life... But since Manager Wang has asked, I should give you this face." Manager Wang took the document from the attendant, signed it, and approved Gu Chun's participation in this year's beauty slave selection. The attendant took the elevator to the third basement level and delivered the document to the archives. Accompanied by two armed guards, she entered the heavily guarded sex slave restraint and containment room. The security captain verified their identities before allowing them passage. What greeted them were rows of transparent containers housing orgasm machines, similar in size and shape to coffins, with all contestants confined within their individual units. They wore VR goggles and headphones, replaying scenes of sadistic sexual intercourse and brainwashing suggestions of obedience training. Gag balls were inserted into their mouths, with hollow centers connected to tubes for administering aphrodisiacs and liquid nourishment. Different-sized dildos were inserted into their nether regions, and even their urethras were not spared, strictly controlling the female body's functions of excretion and orgasm. Secured by steel bars and rings, the sex slaves were immobilized. They remained in these confines until the competition began. Some had been in their coffins for months, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. To prevent mental breakdown, the machines induced a state of dormancy in their bodies. The restraint room was filled with the lascivious moans of women. A sex slave with long pink hair, blindfolded, knelt on a filthy mattress, her hands tied behind her back with a tie. Men's dildos were inserted into her mouth and pussy, her delicate body convulsing violently with each thrust. Beside them, on a wooden horse, two mature and alluring beauties sat facing each other, sharing the same gag ball, their lips inevitably brushing. They had no time for shame, emitting simultaneous moans of fear. Nearby, a club attendant held a red-hot steel needle, piercing their nipples side-by-side. Many coffins were empty, as sex slaves were taken out by attendants and guards for their own pleasure and release. The club attendants, often subjected to guests' desires, found an outlet for their own frustrations. The most convenient targets were the guests' personal sex slaves. For high-ranking VIPs, the humiliation inflicted upon their sex slaves was naturally a bit more refined. The attendants and guards would secretly play with the sex slaves while they were unconscious, fearing repercussions if they were reported. As for abandoned slaves, those without masters to back them and left at the club for sale, they became objects of arbitrary abuse. These individuals, accustomed to flaunting their masters' authority, had often verbally and physically abused the attendants and guards during their visits to the club. An attendant in a peach-colored erotic qipao walked ahead, two bodyguards pushing a wheelchair on which the unconscious Gu Chun was bound. "Sisters, we have new merchandise, a real gem, and it's got a cock." Everyone was drawn to her, crowding around Gu Chun, scrutinizing her. They chattered, asking, "Can we play with her? Who's her master?" The attendant pondered with a sly smile, "Her master... does have some status. But she's definitely for sale. I saw Manager Wang sign the papers myself. Futanari are highly sought-after goods, so hurry up—hey, don't push, line up, line up." The crowd eager to play with Gu Chun was three layers deep. The elevator doors dinged open, and a stunning, mature woman in a black qipao with gold trim and a high slit stepped out, her hips swaying. Her fair legs crossed and uncrossed, the qipao skirt parting. A garter on her right leg held a folded fan. Those familiar with the uniform recognized her as a club trainer. The security captain scrutinized her. She exuded a seductive charm, but he didn't recognize her and immediately blocked her path. "This is my sister," a familiar voice rang out. Another woman in the same uniform emerged from the elevator – it was Ning Fei. The security captain was surprised. "I thought you were on vacation." Ning Fei was a well-known trainer in the industry, recognized by everyone at the Secret Restraint Club. He immediately let them pass. "I scouted an exceptional sex slave a while back, and she's signing up for the competition today. Let me show you." As Ning Fei spoke, she pulled the sex slave behind her forward. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" The young woman's hands were bound behind her neck. Her smooth, bare body was completely naked. Two cherry-red nipples were adorned with golden rings, connected by ropes held in Ning Fei's hand. The woman wore a black blindfold, and her mouth was taped shut with at least three layers of tape. She stood there, moaning helplessly. Ning Fei gave a sharp tug, distorting the nipples instantly, pulling the body forward. The woman in the darkness, caught off guard, stumbled into the captain's arms. The collar around her neck bore the name "Han Jia Ni." The man held the sex slave, taking the opportunity to grope her. He removed the blindfold, revealing a pair of furious phoenix eyes. Her body writhed unwillingly, her calves kicking the man. "She's perfect in every way, except for her temper," Ning Fei said, feigning regret. She leaned into the captain's ear and whispered, "It's not a bad idea to make her suffer a little occasionally, but only you, Captain, can do it personally. No one else~" "This... Since you say so, I accept the duty!" The man exclaimed with delight.

In a luxurious suite at a scenic Bali hotel, a half-slice of lemon perched on the rim of a wine glass on the dining table. Nearby, a phone vibrated, causing ripples on the surface of a crystal-clear blue cocktail. A waitress knocked. The door was opened by a tall, red-haired woman with a commanding presence. Fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead, her flushed cheeks still bearing the heat. She wore a black, one-piece leather queen's outfit, the material clinging tightly to her form, accentuating her proud curves. The zipper was pulled down to her navel, revealing intoxicating, alluring breasts that threatened to spill out, their decadent cleavage impossible to ignore. The waitress averted her gaze, recalling the guest's name was Ning Fei. "May I trouble Miss Liu to sign for this?" the waitress said, presenting a thin white envelope with both hands. "She's indisposed at the moment. I'll take it for her," Ning Fei replied, closing the door. She took out a blank check from the envelope. "Mmm... Mmmphh!!!!" A woman in a tight purple one-piece swimsuit was bound to a chair. Fine ropes coiled around her sensual, fiery body like venomous snakes. Her arms were tied behind the chair and secured with single-hand restraints. Her legs, encased in flesh-toned stockings, were bent, her ankles tethered to her arms. Her knees were forced apart, exposing her wet genitals. The seat of the chair had been hollowed out. Directly below, a vibrator stood upright, a phallus carved from ice, emitting wisps of cold air. Two hours prior, the ice sculpture had been lifelike, its shaft texture, glans, and corona clearly defined. As the woman's swimsuit was pulled aside to expose her nether regions, the ice sculpture was inserted into her unprotected cunt. Accompanied by ecstatic, wanton moans, her pussy passively gripped and sucked, her bodily fluids melting the ice, causing water to flood the floor. The vibrator continued its work, eliciting cries of pleasure from the woman. Her red lips held a black ball gag, and her beautiful eyes were covered by a black silk stocking. Though her face was obscured, her lustful voice made it clear her expression was one of utter debauchery. Her shimmering, glossy nude stockings were drenched in wax. Most people would have convulsed and fainted from prolonged restraint, constant stimulation, and the alternating hot and cold sensations, but this woman reveled in it. This was Liu Zhi. The phone on the table vibrated incessantly, nudging a nearby fan. Ning Fei answered the call, turned off the vibrator, and removed Liu Zhi's blindfold and gag, plucking two silk-stocking-soaked balls from her mouth. The stockings, which had been stuffed in her mouth for a long time, were a tangled mess, and it took a while to extract them one by one. "Oh... baby... so good..." Liu Zhi purred, flexing her numb jaw. Ning Fei held the phone to Liu Zhi's ear. "It's for you. They say they're your contact." "Hello?" The voice on the other end, processed by software, was neither male nor female. "Even though you're retired, we've worked together for so many years. You should at least tell me your general whereabouts." Liu Zhi licked her lips, savoring the memory of days filled with endless, passionate encounters. "Honeymoon." There was a pause on the other end. "The client is very satisfied with this assignment. The payment has been transferred to your usual casino. VIP Room 7 will guarantee you win the final payment. But... now that you're retired, isn't your skill going to waste? Want to take on one last job? Name your price for the blank check." Liu Zhi chuckled. "If you mention it again, I'll make you my last job." The contact's tone, even through the voice changer, betrayed fear. "A few days ago, our people photographed Jin Long's funeral. Jin Feng was in attendance." "Jin Feng?" Liu Zhi recalled the distant name. "Wasn't she in prison?"