Fate of the Furious

Qiong let out a sigh of relief, but then tensed up again. She fumbled behind her back, but the handcuffs were not easy to escape. Fortunately, they were handcuffs and not ropes, so her circulation could recover. If it were ropes, she wouldn't be able to regain sensation in her hands without loosening them. Calming herself, Qiong remembered the key was under the pillow. With her hands behind her back, she lifted the pillow, trying to twist her head around to feel for it. Blood began to flow more freely, and Qiong felt a sensation like countless ants biting her arms and hands. She let out a muffled groan, her fingers numb and unable to find anything for a long time. After a while, Qiong's hands finally regained normal sensation. She also found the metal key and eagerly began to unlock the handcuffs. But then she realized the handcuffs were difficult to open. It was her first time, and she was operating them with her hands behind her back. She held the key for a long time, unable to align it with the lock, and she whimpered in frustration. Just then, there was another knock on the door, and Yu's voice called out, "Not done yet? Is something wrong?" "Huuu... huuu..." Hearing Yu return, Qiong knew she had to unlock them quickly before he came in. She sped up. However, haste makes waste. Her hands, flustered and clumsy, slipped, and the key fell from her grasp. "Ugh?!" Qiong yelped in fright and frantically felt around on the bed. Unfortunately, her hand snagged on a rope around her thighs. Not noticing, Qiong pulled hard, and the rope instantly tightened. "Mmph?!" Qiong's body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed with a soft thud. Her body trembled slightly, like a startled little rabbit. Fortunately, the vibrator was out of battery, otherwise when Yu came in, he would have found Qiong panting and moaning on the bed, having just climaxed. But luckily, as she fell, Qiong's hand touched the key. It was a blessing in disguise, and she felt a little calmer. "I'm coming in, okay? Are you there?" Just then, Yu uttered words that were extremely dangerous for Qiong. *No! Wait a moment longer! No!* Qiong's heart clenched again. She was in a panic. The question she had pondered last night now had an answer, and facing it now, Qiong felt only shame and fear of being discovered. She always felt that if Yu found out, she would become a bad girl, and he might even hate her. She wouldn't be able to face anyone. The more Qiong thought about it, the more frightened she became, and the more her hands trembled. The key scraped against the lock, but she couldn't align it. "Qiong? Did something happen?" Yu's knocking had become more urgent. "Ugh!! Uaooo!!! (No!!!)" Qiong accidentally cried out, a hint of tears in her voice. "Hmm? What did you say?" Yu's knocking was now bordering on pounding. *Hurry! Please, hurry and open it!* Just as Qiong was about to cry from anxiety, with a soft click, the handcuffs were unlocked. "I'm really coming in, Qiong?" Yu was already turning the doorknob. Qiong looked at the restraints on her body; she probably didn't have time to remove them. She quickly reached behind her head, ignoring the pain of her hair being pulled, and rapidly removed the gag. As Yu pushed the door open, Qiong shoved the gag and handcuffs under the covers, pulling the blanket over herself, leaving only her head exposed. Seeing Qiong still lying in bed with her hair disheveled, Yu assumed she was being lazy and said helplessly, "Time to get up, breakfast will get cold." "Ugh, uh, cough, I, I know." Qiong said. As soon as she spoke, she realized that from biting the gag all night, she couldn't speak properly for a moment, and her voice was hoarse. Fortunately, she managed to force it out, but her tone was a little strange. "What's wrong? Your voice is a bit hoarse?" Yu, with his keen senses, noticed something was off and stepped closer. "I, I'll get up right away, you go out first!" Qiong hastily pulled the blanket, exposing only her eyes. Seeing Qiong's strange behavior, Yu frowned. Then, his sharp eyes noticed the damp spot on Qiong's pillow and the rectangular marks extending from the corner of her mouth to her cheek. Yu calmly observed Qiong, then saw the faint rectangular marks on her wrists, peeking out from under the edge of the blanket she clutched. They looked like she had worn a watch, but much wider than a watchband. Yu paused, a thought occurring to him. He didn't say anything, only remarking, "It's good that you're okay. Hurry up and eat." "Got it!" Seeing Yu leave the room and close the door, Qiong let out a genuine sigh of relief. She quickly got up and began to untie the knots on her body. The ropes had dug into her flesh, and it took her a long time to pull them free, leaving clear red rope marks on her skin. "Ah~~" After untying the rope around her thighs, the vibrator even stuck to her underwear. Recalling how exhausted she had been by this little thing last night, she felt a blush of shyness and quickly removed the stuck vibrator. Her lower body was also damp, her underwear even dry and wrinkled. After a while, Qiong finally walked out of the room, wearing long-sleeved, long-legged pajamas. "Why are you wearing that? Aren't you hot?" Yu asked. "N, no need for you to worry about it." Qiong's small face flushed, and she pouted as she sat at the dining table to eat breakfast, giving off a "don't talk to me" vibe. "Eat slowly, don't choke," Yu said as he left the dining room. Qiong, recalling last night's experience and the thrilling tension of almost being discovered this morning, felt her emotions surge to their peak. The thought of "Absolutely not getting caught!" made her oblivious to the fact that she was actually thinking about "how thrilling it would be if I were caught and what would happen." This feeling of being unable to control the situation, of something unexpected happening at any moment, deeply fascinated Qiong. Perhaps this was what that website called "masochism"? As Qiong ate her bread, she pulled open her collar, revealing the red rope marks on her body. There were more on her legs, and even through her stockings, the marks were unavoidable. She didn't know when these marks would disappear, so until then, she could only continue wearing these clothes. Yu left the dining room but didn't return to his own room. He quietly went to Qiong's room, opened her computer, and after a moment of thought, clicked on her browsing history. The next instant, all the rope art forums Qiong had visited popped up. "Hoo..." Yu was genuinely shocked. He knew about these kinds of games, but he hadn't expected Qiong to actually play them. However, he wasn't against it. On the contrary, if she liked it, then he... Yu smiled slightly and made a mental note. ...

Time passed, and Qiong slowly regained consciousness. "Mew?" she mumbled, trying to move her body, but her limbs refused to obey. "Mmmph! Mmph!!" Her memory flashed back, and she instantly recalled what had happened. Where am I now? What has been done to me?! Where is that person?! However, as she struggled, Qiong discovered the problem. Her arms had clearly been re-restrained. The shell-binding on her body seemed to be the same, but her arms were now pulled over her head and bound behind her back. Her wrists were crossed behind her head, secured with several tight loops of rope in a cross shape, then pulled taut by a shorter cord tied to her waist. This way, her hands were absolutely immobilized, and she couldn't free herself. Her bent arms were also tied, her upper arms pressed tightly against her forearms, only slightly separated at the ends due to her crossed wrists. The ropes were tied incredibly tightly, more so than she had managed herself, and much more securely. Before, she could wiggle her arms a little, but now they were completely still, bound behind her in a Y-shape. The ropes held her arms firmly against her head, and as she struggled, she could feel the soft strands of her twin ponytails brushing against them. This position left her completely defenseless from the upper body, her breasts thrusting into the air, her armpits exposed, and her sensitive areas completely vulnerable, which made Qiong uneasy. Her legs were bound differently now. It had been a simple leg-binding before. Now, her thighs were folded and separated, ropes binding her from her knees all the way to her thighs, her ankles pressed tightly against her buttocks, rendering her immobile. She seemed to be on a bed, and this leg binding forced her legs apart, spreading them wide, completely exposing her nether regions to the air, including the rope between her legs and the still, lifeless bulge beneath it. "Mmmph! Mmmph!!" This humiliating position sent Qiong into a panic. Although it seemed she hadn't been violated yet, this pose surely meant she was about to be... Qiong dared not think further. At that moment, she felt a coolness at her inner thighs. As she focused, her heart tightened again. Her skirt had been removed! She was still blindfolded, her mouth stuffed with stockings and a gag, still in peril, the situation only worsening. "Huuuuh!!! Mmmph?!" Qiong cried out loudly, but her pleas were filtered into faint whimpers. As she trembled in fear, a finger prodded her inner thigh. "Huuuuh!?" Qiong instantly convulsed as if electrocuted. The touch directly stimulated her sensitive areas, causing an uncontrollable itch that made her cry out, her breathing becoming moist. Don't, don't touch me!! Qiong cried out mournfully in her heart, but the person completely ignored her. At this moment, Qiong was like a frog, her smooth, elastic legs folded and spread apart. Her virginity, encased in black stockings and white panties, was laid bare before her. Qiong's breasts, forced to protrude by the binding behind her back and further accentuated by the ropes, stood high and firm, a mass of flesh where hands and feet were indistinguishable. Her cries did not serve as resistance; instead, they made her appear even more alluring. Just as Qiong was catching her breath, her waist was attacked. "Mmmph!! Mmmph oh oh oh ho ho ho ho!!!!" A barrage of tickles erupted on the soft flesh of her waist, and Qiong instantly thrashed hysterically. The ropes creaked under her struggles, and she paid no mind even as they dug deeply into her skin. Her face flushed a deep crimson from the excitement, sweat glistening on her skin like blood! "Huuuuh huuuuh huuuuh!!!! Huuuuh huuuuh huuuuh!!!!" Qiong didn't seem to be laughing, but she couldn't help it. Her waist was already a sensitive area, and being attacked so suddenly left her no room for thought. Muffled giggles escaped her gagged mouth, and at times she couldn't catch her breath, her wide eyes rolling back under the blindfold. Soon, the attack expanded beyond her waist to her armpits and beneath her breasts. The hands moved with just the right pressure, neither causing pain nor ceasing to brush over her sensitive spots like a brush. Qiong was extremely ticklish, and under such an assault, she was utterly incapable of resistance, merely writhing futilely on the bed, her bound body a knot of flesh, muffled laughter escaping her sealed mouth, tears streaming from beneath her blindfold! Seeing that Qiong was struggling to breathe, the person quickly stopped. Qiong finally managed to gasp for air; the previous tickling had been like hell. However, as Qiong slowly regained her breath, she found it incredibly stimulating. After all, what she wanted was to be tightly bound and then enjoyed. After this person's training, she suddenly realized that being bound as if by force, at the mercy of another, completely losing control of her own destiny, was something she found deeply intoxicating. Yet, she still retained some reason; the person could violate her at any moment, and that was not what she wanted, unless the person was... "Haaah... haaah..." Qiong's breathing gradually steadied, and the flush on her face began to fade. She became vigilant again, letting out occasional muffled growls of hostility. The attack seemed to have paused for now, and the person did nothing to Qiong for a long time. Qiong began to try to struggle again, but the binding was too tight. Although the person's technique seemed a bit clumsy, the strength was sufficient. Her small body was completely immobilized; she couldn't even wiggle her wrists, which were crossed and tightly fixed behind her head, leaving her utterly helpless. Her arms, having been held in a bent and separated position for so long, had poor circulation, and her fingers were starting to go numb. Her legs were even worse. All she could do now was roll around on the bed like a ball, risking rolling off, which made Qiong even more hesitant to struggle forcefully. She could only move in small circles, which, of course, was useless. A full ten minutes passed, and the person still did nothing. Had they left? Qiong wondered, her struggles becoming a little bolder. She tried to kneel on the bed, using movements to aid in freeing herself. Qiong's long hair cascaded down, spreading across the bed. She didn't know that the person was still standing silently in the room, watching her futile struggles. Her attempts to break free were still quite seductive. Especially her upturned buttocks, forced into a pout by the leg binding. Previously unnoticeable, this posture now highlighted Qiong's shapely rear, the elastic flesh of her buttocks divided into sections by the ropes, like a bound rice dumpling. The beautiful flesh squeezed out from between the ropes, appearing glossy and smooth under the black stockings, soft to the touch, and of unparalleled tactile quality. Her breasts, not particularly full before, now appeared more than a size larger due to the ropes, soft and yielding, able to be molded into various shapes, utterly captivating. Qiong was unaware of all this; she was simply struggling. However, after a period of struggle, she finally collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. She was too tired. She didn't know how much time had passed. She suddenly became afraid. If the person just left, she wouldn't be able to free herself like this. Would she be bound to death? "Mmmph!! Mmmph mmmph!!" Qiong cried out in fear, a hint of a sob in her voice. Just then, she felt the bed shake. Before she could react, she was pulled into an embrace.

This was truly one misfortune after another. Qiong carefully felt around and realized her cape had blown off! Yuu hadn't fastened it properly, and combined with her wriggling and the wind, the cape had fallen off?! That meant all the restraints and toys on her body were now... exposed?! Qiong's first instinct was to find it quickly, but she soon realized, what good would finding it do? She was tied up like this, she couldn't possibly put it back on! What to do?! Qiong was genuinely terrified, tears welling up. Her only hope now was to reach her own front door and hide herself in the small patch of shadow cast by the porch. So, Qiong began to walk like a blind person, completely unaware of where she was going or what lay ahead. She could only take one step after another, trembling, towards the unknown. On the deserted street, Qiong's slender, fragile figure moved slowly, casting a long shadow under the streetlights, as if she would fall with a gust of wind. If anyone had passed by, they might have found it strange: on a summer night, why was a white-haired girl, bound hand and foot, gagged, and blindfolded, taking a solitary stroll? If they approached to ask, they would receive no answer, no response. They would only see the girl's body trembling helplessly, her feet struggling to escape but unable to move. From a distance, this was exactly what Yuu saw. Qiong's helplessness ignited his protective instincts, but the game had already begun, and he couldn't stop so easily. This lost and bewildered Qiong was a rare sight, even for him. At this moment, Qiong exuded her vulnerability to the extreme. Anyone who saw her, who understood, would be compelled to protect her, to cherish her. Unfortunately, there was no such person in the dead of night. The girl could only accept the cruel reality, shuffling step by step towards what might be the courtyard gate. One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, ah~~~ "Mmmph~~~~" After four steps, Qiong suddenly froze. It turned out Yuu, hidden in the shadows, had reactivated the vibrator he had previously turned off! Yuu naturally hadn't left. This was all his plan; he wanted to see Qiong's reaction when he wasn't around. The vibrator wasn't set very strong this time, likely on its lowest setting. So, after an initial moment of fumbling, Qiong adapted to the stimulation and continued walking. However, her steps were noticeably unsteady, clearly indicating that the stimulation was not easily ignored. After three more steps, just as Qiong felt victory was within reach, the vibrator's vibration suddenly intensified. Yuu had turned up the setting again! "Guh-wuuu... Wuuu!!!!" Qiong was on the verge of tears. This was pure torture! Her feet turned inward in a perfect pigeon-toed stance, frozen in place, her entire body straining to keep from falling. Her hands, tied behind her back for so long, had long since gone numb. Her fingers twitched unconsciously, trying to alleviate the stimulation in her lower body, but it was futile. Calm down, calm down, I can't collapse here! Qiong took deep breaths, her once straight back now involuntarily hunched. With her head bowed, Qiong took another step, but this time she realized she had lost count of how many steps she had taken! "Huu?!" Tears streamed down her face, wetting the mask, which was already soaked with saliva, turning it a translucent color. Qiong stood frozen, unsure what to do. A gust of wind blew, momentarily dampening Qiong's rising heat. But the thought of her completely exposed restraints, her gagged mouth already overflowing, made it impossible for her to calm down. Her dress was now wrinkled and damp with cold sweat. The long hem had ridden up due to the crotch strap, revealing glimpses of her underwear and the round bulge beneath. Her stockinged legs, slick with sweat, had become even more sheer, allowing a view of her fair skin reflecting a crystalline sheen against the stockings. Her long white hair was somewhat disheveled, floating around her. The usually cute Qiong was gone, replaced by a flushed, alluring face and a pitiable, immobile body. After waiting for about ten seconds, Qiong bit down hard on the gag and started walking again. Although she had lost count, there were only ten steps in total, so three or four more should be enough, right? The courtyard gate was large, it would be fine... Finally, Qiong turned left. But because she couldn't see, she didn't know how much she had turned, or even which direction she was facing. She could only move forward by instinct. This experience, while perilous, was also incredibly stimulating. Although her face was mostly obscured, only her nose visible, her delicate nostrils were flushed pink and flared with each rapid breath. Darkness, only darkness. Qiong didn't even dare to cry out, afraid of attracting someone's attention. In this state, she would be finished! After an unknown number of steps, Qiong had forgotten to count. She only knew she kept walking, completely unaware of where she was going. What to do? What to do?! I've left my original spot, will Yuu be able to find me?! The vibrator in her lower body buzzed. Qiong's mind had to divert a portion of its energy to suppress the pleasure, otherwise, she would climax right here on the street. And in this state, it would likely become a memory she would never forget. Just then, Yuu, who had been hiding in the shadows, turned the switch to its maximum setting. Bzzzzzzzzzz—— "Wuuu——————!!!!" Beneath the blindfold, Qiong's beautiful eyes widened. Her limbs involuntarily began to writhe, desperately trying to break free from the restraints. But the ropes faithfully did their job. Her hands flailed uselessly in the air, while her arms remained tightly bound behind her. Her long hair whipped around as she shook her head, her thighs clamped together tightly, even her calves stumbled and trembled, threatening to send her falling at any moment. No thinking, no ability to think. The suppressed pleasure broke through the dam, flooding her mind. Qiong succumbed. A few drops of liquid began to seep from her lower body. On the street, bound hand and foot, drooling, tearful, hair disheveled, clothes askew, climaxing from the vibrator... Qiong couldn't think of anything else. Her past experiences and fantasies flooded her mind. In this moment, she felt as if she were exposed to the public, watched by ten thousand eyes, completely lost in climax. "Mmmph! Mmmph-mmph~~~" Qiong's cries turned seductive. They were no longer cries, but loud moans. Her back arched, her calves moved involuntarily, and with the last shred of her reason, she controlled herself to avoid falling. Then, her foot caught on something, and she pitched forward.

"Mmph! Nnngh!!!" Qiong's body immediately tensed. Her waist was a huge weak spot. But as a bug, she was utterly incapable of resistance. The instant Yi Ye's finger touched Qiong's soft, slender waist, Qiong's body jolted as if electrocuted. "Hoo hoo hoo!!!" As Yi Ye's finger slowly slid, Qiong writhed madly on the ground, emitting muffled giggles. The sight sent a shiver down Ying's spine, and she unconsciously hugged her own waist. Yi Ye was also surprised by Qiong's intense reaction, so after sliding her finger a few times, she stopped. Qiong collapsed onto the ground, her strength utterly depleted in mere seconds. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and the tip of her nose, her pretty face flushed crimson. Her once clear eyes were now dazed and hazy. Her chest, tightly bound by ropes, heaved rapidly. Her nostrils flared, and since her mouth was gagged, she could only gasp for air this way, looking quite disheveled. If one looked closely, they could see the distinct, hardened nubs of her nipples. Yi Ye and Ying exchanged a glance, deeming it sufficient. The rest would be experienced inside the box. The two helped the limp, noodle-like Qiong to her feet. Then, taking the remaining ropes, they bound her legs to her chest, her calves pressed tightly against her thighs. Finally, they folded the bundled Qiong and stuffed her into the prepared Christmas gift box. "Hoo, hoo mmmph..." Qiong lifted her head, looking at Yi Ye and Ying outside the box. She felt a pang of regret, realizing she couldn't hold on any longer. She shook her head, but the two outside ignored her. They reached for her waist, then one by one, activated the remote controls, setting them all to the first level. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph—" Vibrations and stimulation simultaneously coursed through her chest, lower body, and feet. Though it was only the lightest vibration, to Qiong, it felt like being tickled incessantly by feathers. She wanted to struggle and relieve the sensation, but bound as she was and stuffed into the cramped box, she could only rock slightly back and forth like an egg, completely unable to do anything else. Then, her vision went black as Yi Ye placed an eye mask on her and tightened the straps. Finally, amidst Qiong's desperate moans, the box lid was closed. The sound of gift ribbon being pulled echoed from outside. Qiong knew the gift box would be wrapped next, and she wouldn't be able to push the lid open. If no one came, she would be forever bound in this box, enduring the stimulation of five vibrators. As time passed, Qiong felt her body growing increasingly feverish. First, her mouth. Having bitten down on the gag for so long, her saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, wetting her chin and even her thighs. Her throat, deprived of moisture, began to feel parched. Next, her chest. With two vibrators attached and the figure-eight rope harness cinching it tightly, her breasts had swollen by more than a size. Especially the two vibrators, their gentle vibrations felt like a tantalizing itch, teasing Qiong's nerves without offering release, driving her mad with the unbearable in-between. Her chest felt engorged; if she didn't know she was still in middle school, she would have suspected she had fully matured. Then came the strap and vibrator on her lower body. The strap around her waist was manageable, but its combination with the vibrator was not. The vibrator, pressed against the outside of her panties, continuously stimulated her most tender and sensitive area. However, it was like a trickle, completely unable to satisfy Qiong's river-like desire. She wanted to reposition the vibrator, but the strap around her waist acted as a loyal guard, holding it firmly in place. Furthermore, the strap around her perineum, due to the vibrator's oscillation, caused a subtle friction, making her nether regions slightly damp, yet still far from climax. Next were the vibrators on her feet. These two were even more lethal than the others, as the soles of her feet were particularly sensitive. Even the slightest brush could elicit a reaction, let alone the incessant stimulation from the two vibrators. Her feet were bound, leaving her only able to wiggle her toes incessantly, desperately trying to alleviate the agonizing stimulation. Finally, there was Qiong's current state. The extreme restraint of the ropes, being stuffed into a pitch-black box, her eyes covered by a blindfold. She could see nothing, hear nothing, say nothing, move nothing. This absolute confinement sent Qiong's thoughts spiraling. She thought of captivity stories, of being left behind. Where would she be transported? Whose hands held her fate? This psychological stimulation was what Qiong truly craved. Now, with her other senses heightened by sensory deprivation, and the pleasure derived from her inner terror and helplessness, she was caught in a crossfire, writhing in ecstasy within the box, yet unable to reach climax. The dual assault of the physical and psychological made Qiong abandon thought, striving to meet the stimulation from five points, desperately seeking an unattainable orgasm. The box was moved, placed onto a car Yi Ye had borrowed, and driven away. ... What time is it now? Huddled in the box, Qiong stirred slightly. Darkness still greeted her eyes, her body remained curled, her fingers still immobile, and the vibrators continued their work. She had no concept of time, no concept of space, as if she were bound in a void, enduring eternal solitude. Qiong's throat burned. She slightly lifted her upper body, pushing against the box lid with all her might, but the straps outside prevented her movement. The lid remained unyielding. "Mmm, mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!!!" Qiong began to try and call out. However, the soft padding and hot water bottles lining the inside of the box, originally designed for her comfort, now served as the most effective barrier against her cries. Qiong's muffled whimpers couldn't escape, and all her struggles were inaudible to outsiders, as if she were truly just a gift. This state of abandonment ignited Qiong's libido. As a masochist, she deeply craved this hopeless abandonment, but it was too dangerous, so it remained hidden deep within. Now, under Yi Ye and Ying's design, Qiong had lost control of her fate, lost her freedom, and in return, gained this peculiar pleasure. Her breathing quickened, her writhing intensified, her moans became seductive. "Bigger... let me, let me go, Yuu, Yuu, hurry..." In her imagination, Qiong saw Yuu. Yuu was walking towards her, Yuu picked her up, Yuu kissed her lips. Qiong was completely lost in this fantasy, her body reacting in various ways. The five vibrators felt like Yuu's caresses, slowly, slowly guiding Qiong towards climax. Just then, the box lid was opened. Half a minute later, the blindfold was removed. The blinding light made Qiong close her eyes, but her flushed face, her unconsciously writhing body, and the sexy bunny girl outfit instantly made the person before her hard. Yuu stood there, stunned, having no idea what had happened. But Qiong, in this state, was simply too tempting. Even without understanding anything, he reacted. At that moment, he saw a card on Qiong's chest. Trembling, he reached for it. His hand accidentally brushed against Qiong's soft breast, eliciting a soft cry from her. Yuu swallowed, and unfolded the card. "Yuu, this is your Christmas present. Hope you like it~" Signed, Qiong, with a heart drawn below.

It was another ordinary day, and since school was out for summer vacation, Kyu could sleep in until she woke up naturally. Birdsong drifted in from outside the window, and Kyu gradually stirred from her sleep. She tried to stretch, but something felt wrong. Why did her limbs feel so tight, unable to straighten? Kyu's eyes snapped open, wanting to see what was happening. But as she opened them, she realized it was still pitch black. What was going on?! Kyu was startled. She hadn't tied herself up last night, had she? Could a thief have broken in?! No, no, it was probably that Yu guy! Kyu let out an indignant huff. She discovered a short stick clamped between her teeth, wedged horizontally, forcing her small mouth open and allowing her saliva to flow out unchecked. She felt her chin was completely wet, with more drool constantly dripping. Kyu tried to shake her head, but besides the sensation of her hair moving, the stick in her mouth remained unmoving. She also felt the tightness of straps on her face. Straps tightened around her chin, cheeks, nostrils, and even the top of her head. Kyu deduced it must be some kind of horse tack, like a gag. Damn Yu, tying her up while she was asleep again? Kyu struggled irritably, trying to understand the extent of her restraints. But her vision was blocked, and she couldn't see. She only felt her forearms and lower legs folded tightly against her upper arms and thighs, unable to separate. She could only awkwardly move her shortened limbs. Besides her limbs, Kyu felt many straps crisscrossing and tightening around her body, especially in her nether regions. Something was pressed against her clitoris, and something was inserted into her private parts. Even her rear was stuffed full. She wiggled her hips and found a strap between her buttocks, securing the toys inside her body, with only a small section protruding. The toys below made Kyu tense up involuntarily. She needed to see first. Was it dog bondage? Kyu was somewhat familiar with this type of restraint. She moved her fingers and found they weren't bound. So, she turned her head and kept rubbing her fingers along the bottom edge of the blindfold. Fortunately, the blindfold wasn't attached to the gag, so it was easily nudged aside on one side. One of Kyu's eyes became visible. She started rubbing the other side, and the blindfold was quickly pushed up to her forehead. Kyu then shook her head forcefully, flinging the blindfold off her head and onto the bed. "Huuuuurrrgh..." Kyu let out a long sigh of relief, finally able to see. She found herself lying on her back in bed, her hair tied into pigtails and spread across the sheets. Her limbs were, as she had suspected, folded and restrained. The restraints on her limbs were leather cuffs. For example, on her arm, a cuff started from her elbow and extended to the middle of her upper arm, completely covering this section. At the upper edge of the cuff, between her upper and lower arm, a thick strap was tightened, securing the cuff tightly to her arm. Then came her wrists; her wrists and the base of her upper arms were pressed tightly together, bound by a wide leather strap. This strap was in two sections: first, a figure-eight strap, like handcuffs, secured her wrists to her upper arms, and then a circular strap wrapped around for reinforcement. This way, no matter how much Kyu struggled, the inner figure-eight strap prevented slippage, while the outer circular strap ensured her wrists and the base of her upper arms couldn't separate even a millimeter. Kyu's limbs were all restrained in this manner, with the straps tightened considerably. The difference was that on her legs, in addition to the cuffs, there were two sets of straps, both quite tight. Kyu's fleshy thighs were most noticeable, the straps digging in, causing the exposed parts of her thighs to bulge slightly with the cuffs, forming gentle curves like undulating mounds of flesh. Kyu also noticed that on the straps at the base of her thighs, near her buttocks, were two remote controls. The wires from the remote controls led to the soles of her feet, which felt cool, as if something was attached there. "Wuuuuurrrgh!" Seeing her restraints, Kyu let out a few embarrassed cries. She still had toys inserted, clearly indicating she wouldn't have an easy day. But she didn't want to play with toys today. This Yu actually tied her up and inserted toys without asking. She was going to make him pay! However, the immediate priority was to get out of the restraints. Kyu tried wiggling her limbs again, but felt a tugging sensation on her body, especially the strap between her legs which suddenly tightened, pushing the vibrator further inside her. Kyu immediately stopped moving, and upon closer inspection, realized she was also bound by straps around her torso. The straps formed a perfect Kote-kote (turtle shell binding) around her body. Starting from her neck, a diamond-shaped strap net first encircled the base of her breasts, cinching them slightly, making them appear a little fuller. Then it moved down to her waist, and finally, a strap passed under her crotch, securing the small toys inside her. But what bothered Kyu the most wasn't this. What bothered her most was that the straps at the base of her upper arms and thighs were connected to the straps on her body. The wrist straps were linked to the chest straps, and the thigh straps were linked to the crotch strap. This meant that any slight movement from Kyu would pull on the straps around her chest and crotch. Moreover, since the straps on her body formed a single unit, any movement of any limb would actually affect her chest and crotch, just to varying degrees. Kyu struggled to sit up in bed, looking down at herself. She was wearing a sheer, lacy lingerie sleepdress, clearly not the one she wore last night. It seemed Yu must have given her sleeping pills again yesterday, otherwise, how could she have slept so soundly? The lingerie sleepdress was a close-fitting, one-piece garment, fastened between her legs like a swimsuit. However, there were now two distinct bulges in that area. The sheer fabric of the sleepdress revealed her fair, tender skin on her upper body, with even her rosy nipples peeking through, making Kyu even more embarrassed. Her lower half was covered by white stockings. The stockings were less sheer than the sleepdress, making Kyu's legs appear more innocent. The stockings also had a slimming effect, and even though Kyu's legs were folded, their soft curves were still visible. The flesh of her thighs, encased in white stockings and then further compressed by the straps, appeared even softer and more alluring. Kyu herself looked like squeezed cream jelly, let alone anyone else. Yu must have touched her a lot. Kyu tried to reach the straps with her fingers but couldn't reach any buckles. She had to find another way. Then she saw a piece of paper by her pillow. Kyu quickly leaned over to examine it. Written in Yu's handwriting, it read: "Kyu, I have some business to attend to today and will be back very late. You'll have to try and break free yourself! I've left clues around the house. If you can follow the clues, I believe you can escape your restraints. If you don't break free within a certain time, the toys on you will activate and become stronger over time. I hope to be greeted by your fists when I return, not a little dog lying on the floor." "Wuuuuurgh!" Kyu let out an angry,娇呼 (cute cry). Yu had just left her alone at home and told her to break free herself? What about eating today? What about going to the bathroom? Kyu complained inwardly, but she knew complaining was useless. She had to do as Yu said, otherwise, if the toys activated, it would be even harder for her to break free. The paper also showed the first clue. Although it was crude, Kyu recognized it as her wardrobe. Kyu's wardrobe was in the corner of her room. She had to get out of bed first. Kyu whined as she shuffled to the edge of the bed. She tentatively extended her legs, and as expected, her shortened legs couldn't reach the floor. Fortunately, Yu wasn't trying to torture her and had placed a soft cushion under the bed beforehand. Kyu wiggled her hips. This position required her to keep her buttocks perpetually raised, so every movement of her hips involved a wiggle. This was also something that embarrassed Kyu, making her face flush slightly. Kyu carefully crawled to the edge of the bed, then slowly extended her right leg outwards, her upper body pressed tightly against the bed. Her right leg slowly dangled, and Kyu's knee wobbled, still unable to reach. She could only close her eyes, bite down on the gag, and twist further. "Woo!" With a cute cry from Kyu, her body lurched to the side, almost falling off the bed. Fortunately, her right knee landed on the cushion just in time, preventing her from sliding off. However, her current posture was far from graceful. Her left leg was taut, still resting on the edge of the bed, her legs spread apart, her right leg extended straight onto the floor, and her upper body was awkwardly sprawled on the bed. Fortunately, Kyu couldn't see herself. Her current pose was like a little dog urinating, incredibly embarrassing. Kyu's left leg moved, and soon it also slid onto the cushion. With both legs down, things became a bit easier. Kyu slowly transitioned from a kneeling position to a kneeling posture, and her upper body gradually detached from the bed. "Huuu, huuuuurrrgh..." Just getting out of bed took a lot of effort from Kyu, leaving her breathless. A bubble of saliva formed on her lips and then dripped down as a strand of silver. Seeing this, Kyu turned her head, trying to wipe her mouth with her arm, but then felt like a dog licking its paw and gave up with a blush. It was just drool, after all. She had drooled before, so what? Kyu slowly got onto all fours and crawled towards her wardrobe. Crawling in a dog bondage position was manageable, except for the constant wiggling of her waist and hips. Since her thighs were always longer than her arms, Kyu's peach-like buttocks, encased in white stockings, could be seen wiggling back and forth. If she had a tail, it would probably be swaying along. *Tap, tap, tap.* Kyu crawled steadily to the wardrobe. Fortunately, there was padding on the inside of her elbows and knees, otherwise, this short distance would have been uncomfortable. Reaching the wardrobe, Kyu extended her right elbow, propped it against the wardrobe door, and slowly pulled it to the right. Fortunately, it was a sliding door. If it had been a door that opened outwards, Kyu really didn't know how she would have opened it. As the wardrobe door slowly slid open, Kyu saw a second piece of paper inside. She quickly leaned in to look. The paper read: "Wrong, not here. The next location is here." Below it was a crude map of the house. Kyu recognized it as the study. "Wuuuuurgh! Wuuu!" Kyu let out a few angry cries. She had finally crawled all this way, and it wasn't here? That idiot! Kyu could only retreat from the wardrobe and crawl to the bedroom door. As if to accommodate Kyu, the bedroom door was slightly ajar. Kyu slowly nudged it open just enough for her to get out, and then, wiggling her hips, she crawled out of the room. Entering the hallway, Kyu oriented herself. The study was at the other end of the house, so she had to go through the living room. Kyu complained inwardly about Yu as she carefully crawled towards the study. Passing through the living room, Kyu glanced outside through the floor-to-ceiling window. The yard was quiet. Kyu couldn't help but wonder if Yu had hidden something in the yard. That would be too much. She quickly shook her head, deciding not to think about it for now and to go to the study first. Besides, she had to get through the living room quickly. She could see outside through the floor-to-ceiling window, and others could see inside. If some passerby happened to glance in and saw her crawling in dog bondage, she would be finished.

After her feet were in, Qiong first tied her hair into a bun on top of her head before putting her arms in. Her toes might not have been very visible, but her fingers were. Qiong's fingers were completely unhindered and moved as usual. She felt the suit clinging to her skin, as if it were a second layer of skin. She wondered if it would be difficult to take off later. "Come in!" Qiong called out, and You walked in. Qiong turned around and pointed to the zipper on her back, which she couldn't quite reach to pull up tightly by herself. You sat on the edge of the bed and saw that most of Qiong's body was already encased in the black latex, with only a smooth expanse of her back exposed. He swallowed and slowly zipped up the suit, and soon Qiong's beautiful back disappeared into the latex as well. Once zipped, there was a small design feature: it required significant force to unzip, so it wouldn't easily slide open. This was a good point. Qiong moved around on the bed, feeling no obstruction in her limbs. The swell of her breasts was accentuated by the latex suit, appearing like two small black mounds, with even the nipples faintly visible. Qiong couldn't help but feel a little shy. There was also a zipper at her crotch, the purpose of which Qiong could roughly guess. With the latex suit on, its surface reflected a sheen, and Qiong's petite figure was perfectly showcased. Her slender waist, firm, perky buttocks, and shapely legs – every advantage was highlighted, while any perceived flaws were concealed. Qiong herself was very satisfied. You admired Qiong's figure for a moment. When Qiong started to glare at him, he quickly went to retrieve the remaining restraints. First, he took out a leather corset. Since it was custom-made for Qiong's measurements, there was no worry about it being too big or too small. You slowly fastened the corset around Qiong's delicate waist. He noticed that the upper edge of the corset reached just below Qiong's breasts, and the lower edge covered just above her hips. As You tightened the three straps on the corset, Qiong's waist became even more slender. The curves that weren't particularly prominent due to her build now became much more noticeable. The corset not only cinched her waistline but also further accentuated her bust, making Qiong's figure appear even more graceful. Qiong herself felt a bit uncomfortable. Because of the corset, she had to keep her back straight, and her breathing was somewhat restricted. However, this also excited her a little, as the feeling of restraint from the corset was strong, something she had long wanted to experience. After the back ties of the corset were secured and the straps tightened, You brought out new restraints. Qiong saw that they consisted of two arm cuffs and two leg cuffs, connected by X-shaped straps, forming a single unit. Needless to say, they were naturally meant to restrain her hands and feet. Qiong obediently folded her arms, placing her palms against her shoulders. You slowly slipped on the thick leather arm cuffs. The size was just right, and there were pads at the elbows to prevent discomfort while crawling. Unlike the arm cuffs from the morning, these extended from the elbow to the end of the upper arm, leaving only Qiong's small hands exposed. Her entire arms were tightly encased. As You tightened the straps at her elbows, mid-arms, and wrists, Qiong's arms were once again restrained in a folded position, rendering them immobile. In addition to the arm cuffs, the restraint set also came with two fist covers. You closed Qiong's fingers into fists and inserted them into the covers, then tightened and buckled the covers at her wrists. This way, Qiong's fingers could not extend, making it even more difficult for her to free herself. Qiong shook her small fists, confirming that her fingers were completely immobile, and had to give up. The straps attached to the end of the fist covers crossed behind Qiong, looped under her chest to the front, then crossed at her waist and tied behind her back. Finally, they crossed over her buttocks and connected to the leg cuffs. You had Qiong lie down with her legs folded. He first slipped the leg cuffs onto Qiong's feet. The inside of the cuffs was quite snug, so Qiong's insteps were unintentionally forced to be slightly flexed, and her toes were also encased. As he put on the leg cuffs, You didn't forget to place the electroshock pads on the soles of Qiong's feet. You felt Qiong's body tremble noticeably, and her head drooped, clearly out of shyness. You smiled slightly and continued to put on the leg restraints. As the straps were tightened, Qiong's thighs and calves pressed even more closely together, leaving no gap. The muscles of her thighs and calves were squeezed against each other, and the resulting friction prevented Qiong from moving at all. The leg restraints had one more strap than the arm restraints, with four straps neatly holding Qiong's legs in a folded position. At this point, Qiong's hands and feet were once again shortened and, compared to the morning, were more tightly bound and more inescapable. Qiong lay on the bed, her posture causing her buttocks to naturally perk up again. At this moment, she heard some clicking sounds. She looked back and saw that You was locking the straps on her body one by one. "Hey, why are you locking them?" Qiong asked. "Afraid you'll unlock them," You replied. Qiong was speechless. She was already bound like this, her fingers unusable, how could she possibly break free? But deep down, she liked it, because being locked made her feel like her freedom was completely in someone else's control. For Qiong, with her submissive nature, this was an immense pleasure, and she was already eager to experience it. After all the straps were locked, You brought out the head restraints. Qiong opened her mouth, and You first placed the gag inside, forcing Qiong's small mouth into an O-shape. Then, on the outside, there was a dog-muzzle-like accessory. This leather muzzle was secured to Qiong's face with straps, covering her nose and chin, leaving only her eyes exposed. However, there were two small holes at the nose to ensure Qiong could breathe. "Guaaah." Qiong tried to speak, but the gag only allowed her to make muffled sounds. The muzzle outside made the sound somewhat dull, sounding a bit like a dog's "woof." You untied Qiong's long hair, and her silver-white locks cascaded down like a waterfall of stars, incredibly beautiful. Then he styled Qiong's hair into pigtails. However, because Qiong's hair was so long, he had to fold the braids, so they wouldn't drag on the floor. This way, Qiong's two braids hung down on either side of her head like a puppy's ears, and they would sway whenever Qiong struggled, looking quite cute. Finally, You tightened the straps of the head restraint one by one. The straps passed over Qiong's chin, cheeks, ears, and the top of her head, finally converging behind her head. With a click, You locked it, signifying that the restraint was completely secured to her head. From then on, she could only make muffled sounds, and it was absolutely impossible to unlock without a key. You then brought out the final item and dangled it in front of Qiong's eyes. Qiong's eyes widened, for it was a chastity panty, with two obvious protrusions inside. She nervously and shyly wiggled her buttocks, but You quickly grabbed her, pulled open the zipper at her crotch, aligned the two protrusions inside the panty with her front and rear, and slowly pushed them in. "Mmmph! Mmmph-aah!" Qiong's body trembled, and she let out soft moans from her mouth, her eyes squinting. From You's perspective, he could see Qiong's buttocks constantly wriggling slightly, her tight, perky buttocks wrapped in latex jiggling, looking incredibly cute. As the two rods were inserted into Qiong's body, the chastity panty locked in place between her legs, and no amount of butt-wiggling could loosen it. The chastity panty also had a tail attached to the anal plug, which would sway if Qiong moved too much, causing the anal plug to churn inside her. The fullness in her lower body made Qiong start to move, writhing and struggling on the bed, occasionally letting out sounds. You checked Qiong's restraints all over, and after confirming everything was in place, he fastened a collar around Qiong's neck and locked it. Then, in front of Qiong, he hung all the small keys for the restraints on her body around her neck. "Mmmph?!" Qiong blinked in surprise, then realized You was deliberately humiliating her. To break free, she needed the keys, and the keys were around her neck, but she couldn't reach them! Not only were her fingers restrained, but even if her fingers could move, the tight wrist restraints made it impossible for her to reach her neck. Even if she managed to hook them, it would be difficult to remove them. And without unlocking her arm restraints, her hands still wouldn't move, and her hands couldn't reach the locks on her arms!