Stockings, winks, tight bondage, smothering, and conditioning.

The body, deprived of climax for days, teetered on the brink of collapse under the stimulation of a vibrator. The double-layered stockings stuffed into her wet cunt were like a sponge dropped into a swimming pool, unable to dilute the excessive honey, which began to seep and drip outwards. The qipao beauty moved up and down, her two little mouths, plugged by the stockings, each oozing saliva and honey. For Director Jin, who had a perverted collecting habit, tonight was a feast. It was a pity that he couldn't pull out the stockings blocking her honey hole yet. Such itching and stimulation would surely make her climax. As the master, he had to control every move of his sex slave, including her orgasms. She had to be conditioned to understand that she could only climax by pleasing her master. Disregarding Xu Yawen's desperate pleas, Jin Dafan roughly dragged her out of the car. He was unaware that the stockinged slave feared the vibrator sandwiched between her high heels and her delicate feet. This device was specifically made by the black hood gang to prevent women from escaping. The tiny pink egg, squeezed by gravity, instantly released an electric current, making Xu Yawen's legs go numb, and she collapsed into the man's arms. "Little girl, you're quite understanding. Who taught you?" Jin Dafan chuckled as she willingly threw herself into his embrace. He reached into her qipao dress and squeezed her full, round, perky buttocks. Every step Xu Yawen took was an immense torment. She had been unconscious for several hours, and the urine catalyzed by the diuretic had long reached the bladder's limit. The frantically vibrating five eggs squeezed and stimulated her bladder, coupled with the burning electric current. She should have lost control of her bladder at least three times after waking up. Yet, not a single drop of urine had been expelled. All this was thanks to the urethral plug. Like a screw, the metal plug was divided into a cylindrical part and an umbrella-shaped head. The cylindrical part expanded and blocked the ureter, while the umbrella-shaped head, located outside the urethral opening, was glued to the stockings covering the labia with strong adhesive. When the stockings were removed, the urethral plug would be removed along with them. "Please take it out quickly, I beg you..." Xu Yawen's hands were tied behind her back, preventing her from reaching her urethral opening, so she could only beg the strange middle-aged man for help. The words that reached her lips were muffled by the stockings and the gag, leaving only a muffled whimper that even she couldn't understand. They walked a long distance from the garage into the villa. During this time, the electric current continuously stimulated her tender and fragile soles. The embarrassed qipao beauty stumbled, leaning on the man like a drunken lover. If Director Jin hadn't held her, she would have fallen. The vibrator wrapped in stockings inside her honey hole bounced around, and with the mingling of her cunt and silk, she was a mess below. After regaining consciousness, the aphrodisiac raged within her body, sending waves of heat and lust surging through her. Two distinct nipples appeared on her qipao-clad chest. Her honey hole continuously gushed out淫水, flowing like a small river, streaming down her black silk legs, leaving long wet marks on the floor. Her bladder, full of urine, could barely withstand the impact of the vibrator, and with every step, there was a risk of it bursting. "Mmmph!!!... Woo woo oh!!!... Mmm hmmm!!" Her body under the qipao exuded fragrant sweat. Xu Yawen trembled and convulsed incessantly as Jin Dafan brought her to the second floor, to the secret room where he imprisoned his sex slaves. This room had been recently renovated, and he had designed it himself. It replicated the layout of a police interrogation room at a one-to-one scale, with his personal "creative touches" added: a wooden horse, a water torture rack, an iron maiden, a yoke and shackles, a floor lock, a dog cage... all sorts of torture devices were available. When tired, one could rest on a waterbed or an electric chair. The entire room was like a themed hotel room for role-playing. These torture devices were originally meant for training Quan Qi and Xu Yawen. Since Quan Qi couldn't be caught, all the treasures would be given to the qipao beauty. Seeing the fear in Xu Yawen's beautiful eyes, Jin Dafan smiled with satisfaction, slammed the door shut with a bang, and began the "interrogation." ... Half an hour later, a high school student walked into the villa complex. Following the GPS navigation, he arrived in front of an unnamed villa. "Is this it?" Jin Ming looked at his phone, repeatedly confirming. Was this his father's new home? At noon that day, Jin Ming, just woken up, received a WeChat message from his father, Jin Dafan, saying he had bought a villa behind his mother's back and asked him to check it out first, and to keep it a secret from everyone. He had also left the community access card and the villa key on the table. The matter was too sudden, so he called, but his father's phone was turned off. His father had always only lied to his subordinates, never to his family. Jin Ming took a taxi to the suburban villa area. Upon entering the unnamed villa, he saw Jin Dafan's car in the garage, with an SUV parked next to it. Near the car was a half-dried water stain, a long trail leading into the house. The curious high school student followed the watermarks into the villa.

The mature woman, her ample breasts assaulted, frowned and let out a soft hum. The nurse spread open a pair of stockings, stuffing them with sound-absorbing sponge until they formed a ball, which was then shoved into the woman's mouth. Xu Yawen's cheeks puffed out slightly, her small mouth holding the fluffy stocking ball, her red lips parted and unable to close. Her upper and lower lips were coated with a biological adhesive and held tightly together, making them impossible to separate. Her delicate mouth and fragrant lips were forcibly sealed, compressing the sponge. For a moment, there was no discomfort. However, as the sponge and stockings filled her mouth, they were soaked by her natural moisture. Over time, their volume would expand, making it difficult for Xu Yawen. For a long time, she could only taste the stockings soaked in aphrodisiacs. With a few hisses, three strips of black static cling tape were torn off and applied to the mature woman's lips. Then, fine medical tape was wrapped layer by layer, muffling any sound to the lowest possible level. Two sound-dampening nasal plugs were inserted into her nostrils. Finally, a red silk ribbon was used to cover her nose from tip to chin, ensuring that even if Xu Yawen woke up, she would be unable to make any sound. Her nose could only detect the faint scent of the silk. A black silk cloth covered her alluring eyes, stealing her sight. A sponge was inserted into her ears, sealed with wax to deprive her of hearing. Sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch. Of Xu Yawen's five senses, only touch remained, and that too was about to be taken away. Her clitoris was small. The nurse administered an injection to heighten sensitivity and then began to stroke it with a hood. The little thing quickly became aroused and erect. The unconscious mature woman moaned, "Xiao Ying... don't touch..." but the technique was unfamiliar, unlike that of the young lady. Her eyelids fluttered beneath the black silk, showing signs of waking. Her lower body's arousal was quicker than its owner's awakening. Once the shaft was firm and appropriately hard, five oval-shaped vibrators were taped onto it. The entire thing was then covered with a layer of shiny black silk, and the shaft was tied with a bow, making it quite aesthetically pleasing. A super-sized vibrator was inserted into her pussy and her anus. The vibrator directly pushed her lower abdomen into a slight protrusion. Her slender, beautiful legs would not be spared. First, an entire roll of tape was wrapped around them like a mummy, from top to bottom. Then, they were bound with a leather belt, the buckle fastened to its tightest setting, the firm leather digging deeply into her skin. Her two stocking-clad legs were almost fused into one. Leather restraint sleeves were wrapped around her legs. Like her upper limbs, the outside of her leg restraints were covered with five single-stocking sleeves. Xia Qingqing wiped the sweat from her forehead. With such tight restraints, even if Xu Yawen woke up now, she would be utterly unable to resist. She placed a black hood over the beautiful woman's head, taping the end of the hood to where it met her neck. Then, she fastened a metal collar. Her legs were folded, and metal rings on the outside of her ankles were clipped to the rings at the back of her neck. Xu Yawen's soles pressed against the back of her own head, her body forming an "O" shape. "Mmmph... mmmph?" The mature woman slowly regained consciousness but couldn't open her eyes, make any sound, or hear anything. She thought she was dreaming. However, the tight restraint all over her body made her realize she was in danger. She tried to shake her head but found her feet pressed against her skull, with no part of her body able to move. It was then that she remembered the nurse had injected her into unconsciousness. "Mmmph!!... Mmmph mmmph!!!" "Heh heh, let's see how this seductive fox can charm anyone now." The moment Xia Qingqing pressed the switch, all the sex toys—her nipples, clitoris, pussy, and anus—activated simultaneously. "Mmm—Mmmph?!... Mmmph mmmph oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh?!!!!" Xu Yawen cried out and trembled. But in the nurse's eyes, the mature woman had not yet woken up. She couldn't make a sound, couldn't move her body, and couldn't even struggle. What was the difference between being awake and asleep? Xia Qingqing hid Xu Yawen in the trolley. The creaking of a sofa chair came from behind her. The investigator was still tied to it. The nurse had entered the room several times and, knowing that Quan Qi couldn't break free, became bolder. She walked up to her, reactivated the masturbator, and adjusted it to the electric ejaculation mode. Zzzzt... The sound of electricity echoed in the room, blue arcs repeatedly stimulating Quan Qi's lower body. A jade hairpin blocked his glans, and the accumulating semen became more and more swollen at the root. Now, subjected to electric shocks, Quan Qi groaned, his waist writhing violently. Looking at this, you're not much different from an ordinary person. This is the second time I've shocked you. The little nurse thought to herself. She had joined the Business Department precisely because she feared being harmed by ruthless mature women. Why wasn't she getting rid of her now? A strip of tape blocked the breathing hole of the hood.

In the dim interrogation room, the Director, in a rare change of attire, donned his uniform, adopting the air of a formidable investigator ready to interrogate and discipline. He browsed a collection of instruments before selecting a silver metal rod, about half a meter long. The rod featured three locked rings, one at each end and one in the middle, designed to secure the head and hands. It was a common "one-word" restraint in BDSM. With the one-word restraint fitted, Xu Yawen's hands were positioned on either side of her head, in a posture of surrender. This placement, rather than behind her back, allowed for easier access to her nether regions. Jin Dafan led her to a restraint frame, resembling a barbell rack from a gym, composed of two adjustable steel poles. A grooved alloy bar spanned between the poles, perfectly cradling the one-word restraint. The qipao-clad beauty was forced into a bent-over position, her upper body parallel to an invisible table, forming a 90-degree angle with her legs. Her lower abdomen was more than a meter from the floor, her breasts hanging high, and her buttocks slightly raised. The one-word restraint was secured in its alloy slot, locked in place by a 30-kilogram metal plate above it. The key was tucked away in Jin Dafan's pocket. With her head immobilized, a clear, viscous fluid slowly dripped from the hollowed-out ball gag onto the floor. The position was awkward; facing the floor, Xu Yawen had to crane her neck to see forward. The thick iron plates sandwiching the one-word restraint prevented her from seeing what was happening behind her, leaving her feeling uneasy. As the middle-aged man busied himself around her, the silk-stockinged sex slave, desperate to urinate, couldn't help but cry out, begging to be allowed to use the restroom. He ignored her pleas and moved behind her. "Ooh?!... Ooh!!!... Oohmm!!" A large hand suddenly cupped her smooth, soft buttocks. Xu Yawen, hypersensitive from the aphrodisiac, nearly climaxed; any stimulation was amplified a hundredfold. His hands slid to her slender waist, and his erection pressed against her thighs. Her mind clouded by lust, the qipao beauty abandoned her modesty and actively swayed her hips, enticing his cock, like a bitch in heat. Her seductive arts had always been potent. Jin Dafan's eyes widened as he watched her pale, luscious peaches sway. He eagerly unfastened his trousers. The qipao's design proved advantageous, not only highlighting her elegance and allure but also facilitating intercourse without needing to be removed entirely; a simple lift of the skirt was all that was required to grant access. As the man's fingers brushed against the wet silk stocking covering her slick, moist lips, Xu Yawen felt the long-suppressed pleasure and the urge to urinate on the verge of release. Suddenly, a faint "thud" echoed from downstairs. "Hm? Did you hear that?" Jin Dafan paused. "Mmmph..." Xu Yawen shook her head, no longer concerned with any sound, only wanting the man to satisfy her quickly. "Let's just check," he said, pulling up his trousers and grabbing his pistol, his hand poised to open the door. The qipao beauty let out a frustrated whimper. The man slapped her buttocks in response, signaling her to be quiet. The impact caused a spurt of nectar to ooze from her labia, flowing down her leg beneath the stocking. Jin Dafan searched the area but found no one. His villa, besides housing a fortune, was also where he intended to keep Xu Yawen and Quan Qi captive. He had invested in a complete, high-end security system. Without a key, no one could enter. Was it his imagination? He was becoming overly paranoid. He returned to the second-floor training room. As soon as the man left, Xu Yawen struggled. However, the chains and restraints were too secure. Hopeless, the mature woman scanned the room for an opportunity, noticing that each floor tile was marked with distance units, like the measuring strips beside a hopscotch court. She wondered what the middle-aged man intended to measure. The Director observed his beautiful slave, clad in a tight red qipao, swaying like a fragile willow, barely able to stand. She managed to prop herself up, her buttocks raised, leaving a thick pool of nectar on the floor. A new idea struck him: he would shackle her ankles and attach them to a ground lock. Xu Yawen couldn't see what was happening behind her, only feeling her feet unable to move or lift. An ominous premonition filled her. The man donned a pair of latex gloves and lifted the regrettably short qipao to her waist. "Ooh!!!... Oohmm!!"

Hearing this, Quan Qi's eyes widened, and she desperately shook her head at Lin Jiaying. "Dudu, no more being coy." Seeing her pet whimpering incessantly, the blonde girl pressed the electric shock switch. Quan Qi's body convulsed instantly, her teeth clamped down on the dog bone-shaped gag, emitting a soul-wrenching cry of pain. The powerful current spread from her collarbone to her spine, the stinging sensation like someone hammering her bones with a chisel. "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu!!!!" The two plump mounds of flesh within her bodysuit swayed left and right, her violent struggles tightening the straps on her wrists and knees into taut lines. The straps were surprisingly well-made. The battle-hardened investigator was utterly defenseless against absolute agony. As the current from the remote control gradually increased, white steam even began to rise from her neck, closest to the power source. The doctor beside them coughed, "Young lady, that's enough." Lin Jiaying frowned, "I'm disciplining my own dog, what business is it of yours?" Several bodyguards stepped forward, drawing their pistols and aiming them at the doctor's forehead. The atmosphere grew tense. Lin Jiaying released the button, ending the electric shock. The older woman, having narrowly escaped death, let out a sigh of relief, her body trembling uncontrollably, her eyes losing focus. "Young lady, please observe." The doctor, neither humble nor arrogant, took out a medical probe from his chest pocket, a tool specifically designed to measure a patient's sensitivity to pain. The sharp probe traced across the sole of Quan Qi's fair, tender foot. A normal person would have giggled and squirmed away from ticklishness, but she showed no reaction at all, or rather, she was no longer capable of reacting. "Prolonged electric shocks can cause nerve signal paralysis. After the initial pain, the pet loses sensation and becomes like this. Please try it yourself." He offered the probe with both hands. Lin Jiaying ignored him and poked Dudu's waist with her slender finger. Quan Qi's beautiful eyes were half-closed, a soft whimper escaping her lips as her delicate body trembled weakly, completely devoid of any instinct to evade. And yesterday, she had been playfully giggling and squirming from tickles. The blonde girl gave a signal to the bodyguard, who then lowered his gun and retreated. "Young lady, you might consider shocking for two to three seconds, then pausing for a while to allow nerve signals to recover before the next shock. This way, the pet's body will clearly feel every bit of the pain." the young doctor suggested. "This gentleman is an expert in pet behavior correction. His family has been in this line of work for generations," the older doctor explained. "Miss Lin, if you require your beloved pet to develop good habits or perform tricks, feel free to consult him. There is nothing he cannot teach."

Lin Jiaying, slapped for the first time in her life, stared with her beautiful deer-like eyes, momentarily dazed, unsure if what was happening was real. It wasn't until the second slap landed on her face that she was pulled back to reality. "Still think you're a young lady of status?" Liu Yun grabbed the girl's only free left hand and slapped her twice, back and forth. The thrill of revenge made the flight attendant's heart race. "From today on, you are my and Sister Quan's plaything. If you dare to disobey, all the men on the plane will line up to fuck you. Get used to it." "You, you dare... I am— Mmph!?! Wuwuwuwu?!!!! Bastard... wuwuwuwu!!!! So smelly!? Mmmwuwuwuwu!!!!!" "Heh, these are stockings specially prepared for you. I wore them for two weeks while working out at the gym, sweating profusely. They smell wonderful, don't they?" Lin Jiaying, a pampered heiress, had never endured such humiliation. Her delicate body struggled violently, whimpering as she tried to spit out the foreign object in her mouth. Quan Qi grabbed her long golden hair, forcing her head back to shove the stocking deeper, all the way to her throat. This made her gag repeatedly. The stocking was stuffed into her delicate mouth. The girl's lips and oral cavity, along with her naturally petite feet, were delicate. One stocking, along with her underwear, almost filled her mouth. Liu Yun wouldn't let her off easy. She immediately took out two black stockings covered in white spots from a sealed jar. "This one is Sister Quan's used stocking. Savor the scent of your mistress." With that, she shoved the stocking into her red lips. "Wuo wuwuwu?!! Oh wuwuwu?!!!" Lin Jiaying's lips were completely stuffed, with the lace opening of the stocking remaining outside. Her pretty face turned crimson, unable to believe she had fallen into the hands of her pet. She regretted not killing them both. The stocking in her mouth exuded a nauseating body odor, delivering a dual stimulation of body and mind to the perfume princess. "Hmph, such a small mouth. You'll have a hard time when you're giving me head later." Liu Yun covered the young lady's mouth with an 80D stocking. The velvet thermal stocking was unusually thick, covering everything from her nose to her chin. Lin Jiaying instantly had trouble breathing, feeling extremely stifled. At this moment, Quan Qi held the girl's wrists, tied behind her back. Liu Yun shouted to the actress hiding at the door, "Hey, take off your stockings!" The idea to torment the flight attendant for amusement was originally Hong Meier's. Already as jumpy as a startled bird, she feared angering Liu Yun and immediately complied, taking off her stockings. She wasn't wearing underwear underneath, revealing a swollen lower body packed with two dildos. "Director Quan, I've done as you said, sent away the old man and found out where the secretary is. As agreed, the antidote should be..." Hong Meier presented her stockings with both hands, cautiously observing the mature woman's expression. Lin Jiaying suddenly realized this bitch had tricked her into estrangement. Enraged, she raised her leg to kick her. Quan Qi poked the Shenque acupoint on the side of her qipao, causing the girl to let out a soft hum and her legs to go numb. Hong Meier's stockings were then used to tie her wrists. "Want the antidote? Kneel obediently." Liu Yun dangled a collar in her hand. "Look, it even has your name engraved on it." The exquisite pet collar hung a small vial of transparent liquid, the very separator that would dissolve the bio-gel. Hong Meier, with no other choice, bent her knees and knelt, allowing the flight attendant to put on the collar symbolizing slavery. "On all fours, can't even a dog do that?! Let me ride you!" In the past, Lin Jiaying and Hong Meier often found amusement in riding Liu Yun. The actress had brought this suffering upon herself and had no one else to blame. She inwardly prayed that the flight attendant would vent her anger and then remove the two objects from her lower body. "Sister, this little girl can't take your rough handling. Don't break her, we'll take turns playing with her later?" Liu Yun straddled Hong Meier's back, patting her buttocks fiercely as she crawled outwards. "Naturally. I have a whole plan for her," Quan Qi said with a smile, pulling Lin Jiaying to the princess bed in the bedroom and giving her a gentle push. The exquisite girl fell onto the bed. The bed curtains were unhooked one by one, and the soft drapes cascaded down like moonlight in a deep forest, pooling onto the carpet. As the curtains rippled, the amorous world within the bed was separated from the outside. "You little girl, I was so starved those few days that I became malnourished. My downstairs wasn't as hard as before, and I couldn't have as much fun with Xiao Yun. Fortunately, I have this." Quan Qi took a capsule from her pocket. It was an internal drug from the investigation bureau, often used in rescue operations. A dehydrated or extremely hungry hostage would take one capsule to regain some strength. She slowly shed her clothes, revealing her fit and mature body. Kneeling on Lin Jiaying, she stared down at the bound blonde girl.

To better impersonate Lin Jiaying, Xu Yawen selected everything from her qipao to her stockings and high heels from the young lady's wardrobe. After the Great King's brutal defilement, the clothes, especially the stockings, were not damaged in the slightest. The young lady's intimate apparel was indeed of superior quality. The Great King clearly noticed this as well and had also enjoyed those black pointed high heels. The glossy patent leather surface was covered in a large amount of white viscous fluid. Xu Yawen's soles and the high heels were separated by a sticky, hot liquid, causing her silken feet to slip inside the shoes. While she was unconscious, the man removed her shoes and rubbed her pair of golden lotuses against his cock, back and forth. Her soft feet, encased in stockings, gave him an ecstatic, bone-chilling footjob experience. He ejaculated several times into her soft feet with gusto. All the white semen was shot into those arrogant high heels. With a wicked sense of humor, he then put them on Xu Yawen and carefully fastened the delicate black ankle straps. Left to be cared for and nurtured, her silken feet soaked in semen and then sealed within the high heels, she would naturally become a true slut over time. "Wuwu!! This fetishist! So disgusting!" Xu Yawen stood with her legs perfectly straight, her knees and ankles bound by the stockings, unable to separate them, and unable to remove the shoes. She could only stand in place, treading on the man's semen. The mature woman's hands were still bound behind her neck, her beautiful legs standing ramrod straight. The man, fearing she would fall, "thoughtfully" used a rope to bind her neck. The other end of the rope was tied to a clothesline on the ceiling, ensuring she could move back and forth. A cable as thick as a thumb was clamped between her legs. It was about 10 meters long, with both ends tied to opposite walls, keeping it taut. The rope dug deeply into her labia beneath the qipao, and any slight movement of her legs caused the rope embedded in her cunt to rub against her sensitive pink flesh. Fortunately, the high heels were extremely high fetish stilettos; otherwise, she would have had to stand on tiptoe, with her entire weight pressing down on her toes. The rope had a round knot every 20 centimeters, like small bumps. The 10-meter rope had dozens of these knots. "Wuuun?! Is this rope walking?... Mmmph... Damn, I have to break free quickly. Otherwise..." Rope walking torture originated during the period of the Military Statistics Bureau, a method specifically used to interrogate female intelligence agents. The only prop needed was a simple rope, and a space to keep the rope taut. The woman's delicate and fragile private parts would quickly slide across the hemp rope, causing immense damage to her labia. The torturer could do this effortlessly, merely by having the victim hold the rope and walk. A sliver of sunlight leaked into the cellar. The Great King descended the ladder, a bottle of nutritional supplement in hand, gulping it down: "The slut woke up pretty fast. Can't wait to be fucked, huh?" "Bastard, once I get free, I'll kill you with my own hands!" The mature woman's beautiful eyes flashed with anger, her curses muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. She quickened her movements, her sharp fingernails creating tiny gaps in the tape binding her hands. Standing upright, Xu Yawen appeared even taller and more alluring. The Great King pinched her chin, examining the sexy beauty at close range: "You're more resilient than the last girl. Unlike her, who turned into a sex toy that only knows orgasms after a few injections. Training should happen when the subject is conscious." Xu Yawen glared at him fiercely, turned her pretty face away, and pushed his hand off. "Your little eyes are quite captivating. I like a wild horse," the Great King chuckled and took out a black satin ribbon. Xu Yawen's eyelids softened as her beautiful eyes were covered by the soft fabric. The wide satin band covered her from her eyebrows to the bridge of her nose, obscuring a large part of her pretty face. The Great King held both ends of the silk and tied a knot behind her head, roughly and skillfully. "Come on, give me another glare," the man patted her cheek. "Mmmwuwuwuwu!!!!... Mmmph! ... Wuwuwuwu!!!!" The qipao-clad mature woman, blindfolded and gagged, made muffled sounds towards the man, biting the ball gag. Her delicate body struggled in anger, but doing so was akin to self-abuse of her vulva. The rope between her legs rubbed against the tender flesh of her cunt, quickly causing her to stop struggling, her face flushed. "Why aren't you moving? Don't you want to be untied? Do you like being bound?" The man noticed her distress and reached out to flick the cable. The entire rope was pulled to its limit, vibrating at a high frequency when subjected to force. "Wuuun? - Wuuuooooohhhh!!!!!" Her flushed, fragrant lips, stretched by the stockings, let out a soft moan. Her pink face, wearing the eye mask and gag, twisted as if asking him to stop. The rope between her legs was soaked with liquid.

Although the benefactor was anonymous, the person was sitting right across from him. "Miss Quan's selfless sponsorship of cutting-edge medicine will surely be met with a satisfactory return," Li Mingrui said with a fawning smile, personally pouring tea for Quan Qi. "How is that girl's modification progressing?" Li Mingrui pulled up a file. "As you wished. Allowing the two female bodies to share a room was a brilliant decision. Under the influence of Subject 98, Subject 99 has undergone significant changes. In the seven days you were away, she had three recorded orgasms. And..." "What!?" Quan Qi snatched the file to examine it, disbelieving how Lin Jiaying, who was supposed to be frigid, could be brought to orgasm by Xu Yawen. "The experimental subject only needs to experience orgasm once to understand the sensation, and then it becomes much easier. Since her first experience, Subject 99 has engaged in masturbation when alone, reaching orgasm at least once daily. Today should be the fourth time. Coupled with the drug control, developing a sex addiction is just around the corner." He typed on the keyboard, bringing up the surveillance footage from the cell. "Oh... Ahh... Are you done yet... Let go... I can't..." The sexy, stocking-clad older woman clung to the qipao-clad beauty like an octopus. Lin Jiaying's arms were bound behind her back, her legs bent and folded, her ankles and wrists tied together with stockings. Her already petite frame was laid on the bed, face up, in a "four-legged horse" pose, effectively becoming a sex pillow. "Heh... Heh heh..." Xu Yawen hugged the beauty pillow tightly, her stocking-wrapped cock hastily aimed at the girl's unprotected honey pot. With a "plop," she thrust it in. The narrow, tight, warm, moist hole made the cock feel incredibly satisfying. Xu Yawen tilted her head back, frowning slightly. A pinhole camera captured her entranced expression. "You bastard! It hurts so much—you big-breasted slut, you actually... Mmmph?! Mmmph?!" Lin Jiaying was about to curse further when the older woman grabbed a stocking from the bedside, balled it up, and stuffed it into the restless cherry mouth. Another stocking, folded into a strip, was tied around her lips. The little beauty could only hold the stocking in humiliation as she was violated, her beautiful eyes filled with indignant urgency, her delicate body writhing on the bed, unable to break free from Xu Yawen's embrace. The older woman slowly withdrew her cock. The stockings wrapped around it rubbed against her pink folds, drawing out a trickle of nectar. As half of her cock was withdrawn from the hole, Xu Yawen suddenly thrust her hips forward. The thing, without warning, plunged deep into the flower's heart. Lin Jiaying's entire body trembled, as if she had missed a step while going downstairs. Her delicate body tensed abruptly, her flower's pink flesh clamping tightly around the cock. "Haha, yes! Just like that, squeeze it hard," Xu Yawen giggled ecstatically, kissing Lin Jiaying's angelic face. "Pah! Don't even think I'll serve you." With her willow brows furrowed, the little beauty adjusted her breathing, relaxing the muscles of her private parts. The constricting sensation around the cock immediately lessened. Having spent a week together, Lin Jiaying had learned how to control her pelvic muscles to regulate the sensitivity of her nether regions. Smugly, she turned her face away, inadvertently revealing her fair neck and delicate ear. The older woman tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, cupped her cheeks, and gently nibbled on the girl's earlobe. Lin Jiaying flinched and moaned softly, a sense of comfort and pleasure washing over her. Outside the surveillance screen, Li Mingrui said, "Subject 99 is almost there." Wearing bracelets, their bodily data was transmitted in real-time to Li Mingrui's computer. Xu Yawen was almost constantly aroused and in heat, only collapsing on the bed after intense ejaculation. Lin Jiaying, by her side for seven consecutive days, had been manipulated and trained with various seductive arts. The older woman's guidance, immersion in Li Mingrui's tanks, and the媚药 (aphrodisiac) components in her food, all these factors combined, gradually awakened the pleasure centers in her frigid body, even developing specific fetishes under the tutelage of the busty older woman. "Baby, here it comes," Xu Yawen loomed over a peerless beauty. But her beauty alone was enough to make one lose their senses. The stocking gagged in her mouth added a touch of restrained allure. Her rosy lips, with their prominent, glossy bead, were incredibly tempting. Without a second thought, she lowered her head and kissed her. "Mmmph..."

"Mmmph?!!! No, stop!" The shaft was extremely hard, but the mushroom head was slightly soft. Xu Yawen's fingers tightened, pushing the ring down. Finally, lubricated by Lin Jiaying's wetness, the ring slid over the bell-shaped glans and got stuck in the coronal sulcus. A thick, erect cock, only as thick as a finger at both ends, seemed to be divided into three sections. A jade hairpin was also inserted in the middle. "Waaahhhhhh!! It's going to break... it's going to break..." Quan Qi bit down hard on the gag, veins bulging on her forehead, resisting the bone-gnawing pain. The priority was to make the cock calm down and shrink, to remove the ring and the foreign object. "Mmm, as expected of you. An ordinary person would have collapsed and begged for mercy long ago." Xu Yawen looked at the giant thing, purple-red from being held back, and said, "Time to add some spice." She took out the jade hairpin, revealing a built-in vibrator switch. "Mmph?! Mmm-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!!! What's happening?!... It's... moving on its own... Mmm-oh-oh?!" The device hidden in the hairpin was modified from a mobile phone vibrator. It was smaller but a hundred times more powerful. Once the switch was activated, Quan Qi could no longer control her sex organ. The violently stimulated cock thrashed about, like a runaway fire hose whipping back and forth, except it couldn't ejaculate a single drop. "So lewd." Xu Yawen gently grabbed it, her palm clearly feeling the powerful vibrations. "Let me hold it steady for you." "Mmm-oh!!! Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm!!!" The automatic masturbator, once used on Xu Yawen, was now fitted onto the investigator's cock. The ejaculation mode, contracting ten times per second, was ruthless and efficient. The only drawback was its weight, equivalent to a bottle of water; without hand support, the cock couldn't stand upright. Despite the intense internal vibrations, the masturbator only trembled slightly. "Oh, right. I discovered a hidden feature of this thing a few days ago. The juicing mode progresses from level 1 to 10. If it can't extract semen even at level 10, the masturbator will discharge electricity to stimulate it. I wonder if it'll electrocute this thing of yours to death?" the older woman purred, "If you admit defeat and beg me, I'll make you suffer a little less, how about it?" Quan Qi remained unmoved, thinking, I will definitely kill you, you traitor. Xu Yawen snorted. You chose this yourself. She pressed the masturbator's switch. "Mmm-ngh?! Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm!!!" The machine, completely enclosing the giant rod from top to bottom, slowly activated. The dual vibrations from inside and outside should have been pleasurable, but the ring had constricted the shaft into three sections. The longest middle part swelled, blood concentrated there and couldn't recede, making the nerves sensitive and fragile. The urge to ejaculate was unprecedentedly strong, yet it wasn't of her own volition. "Knock, knock, knock." A knock sounded at the door. "Miss Quan, I'm here to replenish some medication. Please open the door," Xia Qingqing said loudly through the intercom. "Help is here... Someone, quickly—Mmm-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!!!!" Quan Qi moaned, as Xu Yawen straddled her, her ample breasts pressed against Quan Qi's face. With one hand, she firmly held Quan Qi down, muffling the investigator's voice even further. Xu Yawen picked up the intercom. "Miss Quan is indisposed. You can come in." To keep a close watch on Subject 98, the cell door was no less secure than a bank vault. It took some time to open, with eighteen hidden locks disengaging one by one. Xia Qingqing pushed a small cart into the room. Outside the door, the guards surveyed the room. They saw a mess on the bed, with Lin Jiaying sleeping soundly, clearly drugged into unconsciousness. The luxurious sofa faced away from the door. Quan Qi was sitting on it, her head buried in the older woman's chest, shaking incessantly. Xu Yawen's face peeked out from behind the sofa, a look of infatuation on her face, moaning loudly, "Oh... harder, use—Ahhh, mmm-hmm..." This display was mild compared to the handband indicating Subject 98 was constantly on the verge of orgasm. Little did they know, the true wearer of the handband was Quan Qi. The nurse closed the heavy iron door and cautiously addressed the chair, "Miss Quan?" Quan Qi's mouth was stuffed with a silk stocking and a gag, and her head was covered with a hood. How could she possibly answer? She could only let out muffled cries. Xu Yawen beckoned with a finger. "Come here." Xia Qingqing walked to the front of the chair and saw the investigator tightly bound to a pleasure chair. The cock between her legs was fitted with a masturbator, hanging low and emitting a dull hum. She couldn't help but gasp.