Brownie's Tight Bondage Tour

Gulp! So hard! Cough cough cough! It took Brownie a while to get used to being stuffed to the point where tears were streaming out of her eyes. She was on her back, drooling from her small mouth, her cheeks flushed red, and her hair and ponytail had become disheveled in her struggle, plastered to her face and dragging on the floor. Her body twisted slightly with difficulty, but she could only kick her legs. Her arms were tied behind her back in the shape of a W, and the tight ropes tied her upper body so tightly that she couldn't move a finger, let alone break free. Her slender legs were a little better, only her thighs were tightly stuck together and could not be separated, while her little legs could still kick a few times. At this time, she has no previous confident hacker look, leaving only a helpless young girl who was bundled into meat dumplings look. No, must find a way to escape, before the other side comes ...... Brownie has not given up, since the other party has lost control, will certainly come to find her, good thing her legs are not tied, she can still slowly escape, as long as she escaped back to RАVEN'S, or contact her friends, then she still have the possibility of liberation. With great difficulty, Brownie went from lying on her stomach to lying on her back, then moved to the wall by kicking the floor with her legs, then sat up by squirming her shoulders against the wall. What used to be a simple maneuver took Brownie several minutes, and she was panting and blushing with exhaustion. In addition, the rope of her lower body was tugged tightly from time to time, and even through the shorts, she could still feel some stimulation, and Brownie, who had never felt these things before, was stimulated by the watery eyes, and her eyes were even a little bit disoriented. "Hooooo, hooooooooooooooooooooooo ......" Brownie gasped and rested for a while, then leaned hard against the wall and stood up a little. In front of her was the glass of the building, and she could see herself through the reflection at this point. Tight ropes were tied to her like clothes, each set of rope loops consisted of seven or eight loops of rope, and the ones on her thighs were even more tightly strangled into her tight and tender flesh, strangling her originally slim thighs a little fleshy and becoming bumpy. She stood carefully in a figure of eight, and her arms were not even visible from the front, as if she were a young girl with no arms. Brownie shook her head and shook her hair out of her face to make it neat and tidy, and then she took a step towards the window where she had come from, where there were still a lot of sharp shards of glass that might be able to cut through the ropes on her body. Brownie was regretting at this point that she hadn't brought some sharp objects on her belt, or maybe it wouldn't have been such a hassle. Clamping her thighs together and walking in an uncomfortable figure of eight, Brownie took one small step at a time to the window where she had come in earlier, where she could still see the bustling night scene outside, but this time Brownie didn't care to enjoy it, she just wanted to get it over with. Chapter 1: The Rabbit in the Trap Skydome City at night was always so glittering, neon lights, skyscrapers, and overhanging traffic made up the city's most bustling scene. On top of a thirty-story building, a petite figure stood on the edge of the rooftop looking down at the rolling traffic below and sighed softly. "Did you just sigh?" A voice rang out from the earphones in the figure's ears. "No, no." The figure denied, her voice childish in its coolness. Up close, the figure was a petite young woman with long, silver-gray hair tied back in a pair of Roman curls that turned blue at the ends. On her head was a large hood, with a pair of black rabbit ears sticking out of a gaping hole in the hood, giving the young woman a somewhat playful look. The young girl's large eyes looked down at the bustling marketplace below, her gray-black pupils reflecting the colorful lights of the Milky Way, but there was not a hint of surprise or joy in her eyes, only indifference, as if such scenes were already commonplace to her. She was chewing something in her little mouth, and her pink lips were wriggling like a rabbit's, which was very cute. The girl's hands were in the pockets of her coat, a black jacket with a hood that covered her small figure. Her breasts were slightly flattened and wrapped in a snug gray tank top, which had a slight curve to it. The undershirt was only up to the girl's waist, and her fair and slender waist and abdomen were completely exposed, but because of her body shape, it did not have much of a sexy feeling, and only made people feel a little weak. However, if anyone thinks that the girl is weak, he or she is very wrong. There was a leather belt between the girl's crotch, on which there were a lot of various kinds of delicate technological props, big and small, round and square, and the purpose of which could not be seen at all just by their appearance. The girl was wearing a pair of tight blue shorts underneath, which only extended to the middle of her thighs, and the girl's white and slender legs were completely exposed, and the whiteness was very conspicuous. On the right side of the white flowery thighs, there is a leather belt is very conspicuous, and on the left side is the knee part of the knee to protect the girl's knee knee pads, delicate feet wearing a pair of flat high-heeled sneakers, blue cotton socks wrapped around her feet and ankles. The asymmetrical outfit gave the girl an independent and rebellious look, and with the punkish jacket and belt, and the various technological props on her body, the girl was no longer a weak figure in the eyes of others, but an enigmatic woman who could not be understood. "That's good, Ms. Speed Bunny, I don't want our deal to have any mistakes caused by personal feelings." Another emotionless mechanical tone came from the headset, and the young woman whose name, or rather code name, was Speed Rabbit tsked and returned in a cool voice, "Not ready yet?"

"Mmm... Little Rabbit's abilities are quite strong. The one who could make you so disheveled must be no ordinary person. Are they from the other two major powers?" "...Mmmph." Brownie felt she had nowhere to hide from this woman, and yet she had no power to resist, only able to answer honestly. This feeling made her feel stifled and very displeased. Rita saw Brownie's humiliated and unwilling expression. She chuckled, covering her mouth. This usually confident and free-spirited young girl also had such a side. This "aggrieved" expression was quite cute. "Mmm... The ropes on you seem to be made of a special material, not in the style of Tai Xu Sect. Moreover, you came out from there, so it's Shencheng Technology?" Rita asked as she reasoned. Damn it, she saw through me. Brownie could only reply, "Mmmph." "Oh my, you actually dare to provoke Shencheng Technology. You truly live up to your reputation." Rita gave a thumbs-up, then asked, "But you escaped, and we haven't received any wanted notices. Shencheng Technology's reaction speed wouldn't be this slow, so the other party doesn't fully represent Shencheng Technology, right?" Brownie's gaze towards Rita became a little strange. This woman wasn't perhaps cooperating with the other party? Why did she guess it so quickly? Seeing Brownie's expression, Rita knew her deduction was correct. She slowly tapped Brownie's small leg, thought for a moment, and then said, "Shencheng Technology is not someone I can easily offend, so I'll send you back. It's also a favor." "Mmm? Mmmph mmmph!" Brownie didn't know if Rita was telling the truth or lying. She quickly shook her head. It was better to be a little aggrieved now than to harm herself by persisting. Brownie looked at Rita with teary eyes, her expression as aggrieved as could be. If Rita didn't know Brownie's usual personality, she would have been fooled. However, she had only been intentionally scaring Brownie. She didn't intend to send Brownie back to Shencheng Technology. She admired Brownie more and wanted to see how far Brownie could go. "You don't want me to send you back? But what benefits can you give me? We at Snake Eye never do business at a loss." Rita said slowly and deliberately. "Mmm..." Brownie knew the other party was extorting her, but she had no other way. She could only use her current inability to speak as an excuse. But Rita didn't give her a chance and pressed on, "How about this, after you go back, you help me do one thing. I haven't decided what this thing is yet, but I'm reserving it first. How about it?" "Mmm?" Brownie was stunned for a moment. This condition was actually very lenient. Although she couldn't predict what Snake Eye would ask her to do, Rita also knew her abilities and shouldn't ask her to do anything excessive. So this was essentially giving her a business deal and letting her go. Was there really such a good thing? Brownie looked at Rita suspiciously. Rita continued, "Of course, to test if you have this ability, I need to give you a test." A test, a test?! Brownie's heart had an ominous premonition again. This dangerous woman was finally showing her fangs. Rita dragged a black box from behind the sofa and placed it on the coffee table in front of them. Rita opened the box, and Brownie saw some restraints and two bundles of rope inside. "...Mmm?!" Brownie suddenly realized something. This box wasn't too big or too small, but it was just the right size to fit her! "It seems Little Rabbit has realized." Rita took out the two bundles of rope, slowly unfurling one bundle as she spoke, "Originally, I came here to bring back a disobedient child, but she escaped, so I have to bring you back to report. Otherwise, although I am the master of Snake Eye, I can't return empty-handed." "Mmm, mmmph mmmph." Brownie shook her head, trying to escape from Rita, but Rita's seemingly slender yet incredibly strong hands grabbed her legs, preventing her from wriggling away. Rita then flipped Brownie over, pressing her down on the sofa, and slowly folded Brownie's lower legs towards her thighs. Rita continued, "I will have someone send you to one of our strongholds. There, our people will 'dress you up,' and then you will have to escape, because I will tell Gray Snake to capture you. If you successfully escape back to your little tavern, then you will have passed the test; otherwise, if I see you in Gray Snake's hands, then you lose, and you... will be at my mercy, how about it?" Although Rita was asking, Brownie had no mood to answer. At this moment, her lower legs were already folded tightly against her thighs. Rita used the first bundle of rope to tie her thighs together, further reducing her range of motion. Rita didn't seem to expect Brownie to answer. She continued, "As for the ropes on you, to be honest, we do have a way to break them, but it requires a certain price. So this test can also be an assessment of your value. If you can pass, you will have value for me to untie you and have you work for me. Otherwise, I won't untie you. I can tell you, the ropes on you can bind you for many years." Damn it, is there really no way? Brownie thought to herself, but she was truly helpless at the moment and could only comply with Rita's request. Rita unfurled the second bundle of rope and tied one end to Brownie's ankle. Then, she hooked the rope over the rope on Brownie's wrist and pulled it back. The rope returned, passed between her feet, hooked onto the rope at Brownie's knee, and returned to the back of Brownie's neck. At this moment, Rita noticed the collar Brownie was wearing. She examined it carefully and pursed her lips, saying, "Your collar seems to have some liquid inside, but that can serve as a timer. I assume it injects you with some liquid every twenty-four hours, right? Coincidentally, there are still twenty-three hours left. I'll give you twelve hours. For the eleven hours before the trial begins, you'll just stay put." With that, Rita hooked the rope over a pre-reserved metal ring on the collar and pulled it back again, re-tying it to Brownie's foot. Now, this rope was strung through Brownie's ankle, wrist, knee, and collar, forming a crisscrossing pull rope. As Rita continuously tightened this pull rope, Brownie was forced to arch her body, even having to lift her head, finally arching into a rather extreme position.

The leash in Rita's hand was why she was being led, and the creature looked like a human, but was crawling on the ground. Brownie's situation was dire. After a month of training and play, she was now dressed in a human-dog costume. A black latex bodysuit covered her from neck to toe, tightening as it was put on until it clung to every inch of her skin. Brownie felt as if the bodysuit had become her second skin, revealing every curve and crease of her body. This was especially true for her breasts, small and cute, with two tiny, clearly visible points that filled her with shame. Her fingers were encased in latex, which didn't impede their dexterity but made it impossible to grasp anything. Whenever she tried to pick something up, it felt impossibly smooth, slipping through her grasp. Unless Rita adjusted the material of the hand latex, this would be her reality forever. Because of this, Brownie could only caress her own body, unable to pinch her muscles, let alone tear off the latex. Below Brownie's abdomen was an opening in the latex, currently covered by a leather chastity belt. The belt was also black, distinguished only by its matte finish from the glossy latex. Inside the chastity belt were a custom-made vibrator, a urethral plug, and an anal plug, all designed by Rita for Brownie. Except for the urethral plug, the other two were interchangeable; a quick pull and Brownie's dilated orifices would be revealed, ready for a new insertion. The vibrator was molded to Brownie's lower body, ensuring a perfect fit and a constant sense of fullness. When activated, it would instantly arouse her, the familiar contractions in her lower abdomen a sensation her body remembered and dreaded. Brownie's legs were unadorned, her beautiful curves on full display. Though not tall, her proportions were exquisite, making her legs appear long. The smooth sheen of the black latex added a touch of sexiness. Her delicate feet were particularly noteworthy. Each toe, accentuated by the latex, appeared round and distinct, like plump little sprites, clearly visible and occasionally flexing or curling. If held, they would feel tender and soft, a gentle squeeze of the sole eliciting a cute "Mmm~" from Brownie, a sound Rita had often elicited in their early days. The reason for Brownie's heightened sensitivity was a special liquid Rita had applied to the inside of the latex. This liquid not only lubricated the suit for easier wear but also subtly altered Brownie's skin sensitivity, particularly on her breasts, waist, buttocks, thighs, and feet. After her entire body was covered in latex, new restraints were added. Her forearms and upper arms were folded and secured in padded restraints. Four leather straps extended from her wrists to her elbows, each tightened firmly, creating ridges on her arms. The straps were made of a special, incredibly strong material with electronic locks. Once fastened, they were sleek and impossible to open by conventional means. Only Rita held the key, a design that filled Brownie with despair. Her arms were thus shortened. This was not all; her fingers were forced into fists, wrapped five times with black tape, then encased in full latex and leather gloves, ensuring her fingers remained tightly clenched and immobile. The leather gauntlets were secured at her wrists with electronic locking straps, which also attached to another strap. This strap was pulled to her back, crossed, and finally connected to Brownie's corset. This forced her arms into a raised position, hands on either side of her neck, leaving her only able to helplessly wiggle her elbows, resembling a small dog shaking its paws. Next was the torso. Brownie's chest binder and waist cincher were integrated. The chest binder, like two petals, supported a portion of her breasts, its tips covering her nipples. Though not large, this accentuation made them appear more prominent and cute. Brownie, however, was not concerned with this. She was bothered by the two suction cups inside the chest support that attached to her nipples, periodically tightening as if someone were sucking on her cherries. Sometimes, without warning, they would shock or vibrate. Brownie's breasts had been made more sensitive, so each stimulation was more agonizing than before. If she could still force herself to move despite the nipple stimulation, now, as soon as Rita activated them, Brownie could only let out soft cries and collapse weakly to the ground. This left Brownie with no opportunity to resist Rita. Below the chest binder was the waist cincher, which further tightened Brownie's already slender waist, forcing her to maintain an upright posture at all times. It also restricted her breathing, allowing only shallow gasps. Any significant movement would lead to difficulty breathing, further weakening her ability to resist. The waist cincher also forced her to clench her buttocks, making her small, delicate rear end unknowingly perkier. Rita's meticulous work undoubtedly accentuated Brownie's curves, making her appear full-figured, slender, and graceful. Compared to before, Brownie was still petite and cute, but now possessed a more elegant silhouette. Brownie's legs, like her arms, were folded tightly together and bound in restraints. Because her legs had more flesh than her arms, the effect of the binding was more pronounced. The soft flesh indenting where the straps tightened and the tender flesh bulging between them were sights that drew everyone's attention. As for Brownie's feet, to emphasize her cute toes, she was not made to wear high heels. However, a long strip of leather ran from her ankle, conforming to the curve of her foot from the heel to the arch. This strap, less than two centimeters wide, ran longitudinally along the center of her sole. Initially, Brownie felt nothing, but when Rita activated it, she discovered that the part of the strap on her sole emitted vibrations, prickling sensations, and itching! Her sensitive soles could not withstand such stimulation. After repeated play, her feet would involuntarily tense and straighten, making her look as if she were wearing high heels. Brownie's restraints concluded here. Though both the leather and latex were black, one was reflective and the other was not, creating a distinct visual layering. Brownie lay on the ground with her hands and feet folded, her elbows and knees padded to prevent discomfort. However, the position itself was already agonizing. Brownie's buttocks were raised high, and a furry dog tail protruded from her rear, a dog-tail anal plug specially fitted by Rita. "Mmmph... mmmph..." Whimpers of grievance and shame escaped Brownie's lips. With her body so neatly restrained, her face and head were naturally not spared. Brownie's silver hair was still styled in her usual twin pigtails, the ends trailing on the ground, swaying with the movement of her head. A black dog-ear headband was fixed to the top of her head, with the pigtails emerging from the ear holes. Besides decoration, this headband combined with the muzzle on Brownie's face to form a single unit. Brownie's mouth was first held open by a gag, forcing it apart. Then, three straps tightened across her cheeks, chin, and nose, converging at the back of her head. The strap across her cheeks had vertical straps extending upwards along her temples, meeting at the top of her head where the headband was secured. This design tightly bound Brownie's head with crisscrossing straps, firmly holding the gag in her mouth. For a more secure fit, all the straps had additional straps extending downwards, converging on a black collar around Brownie's neck. The collar was engraved with Brownie's name and a bell that jingled with her every movement. This bell filled Brownie with extreme shame, as it made her feel like a pet, her every action meant only to please her owner. The clear "ding-ding" sound seemed to taunt her, trampling her dignity. Finally, outside Brownie's mouth was a muzzle shaped like a dog's snout, protruding outwards. The muzzle had many slits, through which Brownie's gaping mouth was visible. Thus, the muzzle served no practical purpose but to make Brownie look more like a dog. The lower part of the muzzle covered Brownie's chin, while the upper edge covered her nose, perfectly matching her face in shape and size, also custom-made. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" As Brownie walked, many water stains dripped onto the ground – her saliva. Unable to close her mouth, saliva flowed out uncontrollably, the muzzle offering no barrier, eventually dripping onto the floor. Occasionally, Brownie's small tongue would dart out from exhaustion. At those moments, Brownie truly felt like a little dog, a profound stimulus to her inner self.