Policewoman Rope Central Bureau

"Hurry, everyone up, we can go now." A cacophony of sounds woke me. Wang Fan had already opened the door, and outside there was a clamor: the clanging of chains on the ground, the crisp sound of high heels, shoving, and a woman's weeping and begging, "Please, let me go, I was tricked into coming here, I don't want to make money anymore, I want to go home." "No, no, please, don't put the collar on me, I beg you, let me go." "Damn it, don't touch me, ah~, dammit, if you have the guts, let me go, let's have a one-on-one duel. How dare you treat me like this? If it weren't for these damn ropes, I'd flay you alive. Ah, ah, don't hit me, please, don't hit me anymore, I'll wear it, I'll wear it." "It's your turn, out you go." Wang Fan, her previous amiable demeanor completely gone, half-pushed, half-dragged me into the hallway outside. She produced a chain from who knows where, attached it to the collar around my neck, and then used another chain to connect to the back of my head, linking me to the next girl. "Sister Wang Fan, where are you taking me? Can I still go back?" "Little girl, be good, you'll be taken to a good place, where you'll live happily with a new identity." "No, Sister Wang Fan, I don't want to go there, please, let me go. If you let me go home, I'll do anything you ask, Wang..." "Shut up. I changed your bindings to something more comfortable because you were so well-behaved. Do you want to experience the 'back-facing Guanyin' again?" Wang Fan shouted. Hearing her words, I realized my upper body felt much lighter than before. So that's how it was. My hands were bound parallel behind my back, there were ropes around my chest, both above and below, and no ropes around my waist. Both the method of binding and the tightness were much gentler from Wang Fan than from the previous man. No wonder, even though my upper body was still immobile, I didn't feel the intense pain from before. "Sister Wang Fan, I don't want to," I shook my head fearfully. "That's right. Your arms were dislocated before, and I reset them for you. You were sleeping so soundly, perhaps from exhaustion, that you didn't even notice. As for the rope marks on your body, I've applied medicine, but they'll still take some time to heal." "Thank you, Sister Wang Fan. Can I really not go home? I'm scared." "Don't worry, little girl, as long as you're good, nothing will happen to you, understand?" Wang Fan soothed me kindly, but I couldn't calm down. Although Wang Fan didn't say it explicitly, judging by the situation, I was probably going to be a sex slave. No, I don't want to be a sex slave, I have to find a way to escape. I noticed there were over ten girls in our group, all young

This is a luxurious private villa, filled with servants standing in rows or moving about, attending to the villa's owner. Of course, not everyone here is a servant. The interior is opulent, with exquisite food and fine wine readily available, and the lighting is so bright it's almost blinding. But the true significance of this villa lies beneath the surface. If the upper floors are heaven, then the basement is hell – a woman's hell. This is a "luxurious" solitary confinement cell. It's luxurious because the space is vast, and it's equipped with every conceivable restraint: ropes, rawhide cords, chains, leather restraints, handcuffs, and shackles... Inside the cell, a woman kneels. She appears to be in her mid-twenties, with lively eyes, a delicate nose, and red lips with pearly white teeth – a true beauty. However, her hair is disheveled, and her appearance is utterly disheveled. She wears no dress, and her snow-white skin bears numerous rope marks of varying depths. Some of the bruises formed by the ropes are still starkly visible, indicating she has been bound severely. Apart from high heels, the only garment she wears is a pair of black pantyhose, clinging to her most private parts, her sole anchor in shame and despair. Her back aches; she cannot straighten up or lie down. A heavy iron cangue is fastened around her neck and wrists. The cangue is so heavy that even with all her might, she can only lift it for a moment before her strength gives out after a few breaths. A metal corset cinches her waist, preventing the pantyhose from slipping and further constricting her slender waist, making her breathing ragged and her suffering immense. A chain extends from the metal corset, connecting to a large iron ball at the other end. A pair of shackles adorn her black-stockinged ankles, though they seem somewhat redundant. With the cangue and the iron ball alone, even if the cell door were opened, she would be utterly incapable of escape. Now, with the addition of the heavy leg shackles, any hope of escape is extinguished. This woman, trapped in such dire straits, is the abducted Ling Na. She cannot fathom how her movements were so perfectly anticipated. In truth, there's only one possibility, but Ling Na refuses to consider it, preferring to believe it was simply meticulous planning. She has been confined here for many days. While the nutritional fluid prevents starvation, she is desperately thirsty. The cangue chafes her neck, preventing her from sleeping. Thirsty and exhausted, she is on the verge of losing consciousness. "Just let me die," Ling Na thinks, "then I won't suffer anymore." But fate plays a cruel joke on her at this moment. With a "clank," the cell door opens. A pair of black-stockinged legs, as exquisite as Ling Na's, stride in with an elegant cat-like gait. "You two, quickly remove Officer Ling's cangue," a pleasant voice commands. Two men in black, wearing sunglasses, follow and efficiently unlock the cangue from Ling Na's neck. Xue'er dangles a bottle of water before Ling Na. Ling Na lunges for it like a drowning person reaching for a lifeline, but misses. "Want a drink?" Xue'er asks with a triumphant smile, like a cat toying with a captured mouse. "Crawl under me first." Ling Na licks her dry lips, her gaze fixed on the bottle behind Xue'er. Her survival instinct overrides her dignity. She kneels and crawls, inching her way beneath Xue'er's legs, eliciting laughter from the three onlookers. "Such a renowned police flower, a master of combat, and for a bottle of water, she's lost all her pride." "Officer Ling's crawling technique is no worse than her combat skills, is it?" Ling Na barely registers their taunts. Her eyes are fixed on the water, so close. But fate plays another trick. Just as she's about to reach it, her metal corset halts her. She looks back with frustration at the iron ball attached to the corset. With difficulty, she raises her hands, still bound by the heavy handcuffs. Gathering all her strength, she pulls the chain. The iron ball rolls a short distance towards her, not much, but enough for her to continue. Excitedly, she crawls forward and seizes her "prize." Just as Ling Na takes a sip, Xue'er snatches the bottle away and pours the water onto the ground. Watching Ling Na lap up the water from the floor like a dog fills Xue'er with immense satisfaction.

"Lord Rose, you jest. Your sister has never killed anyone before. For these disobedient bitches, I think it's better to tie them up and torture them slowly." "We'd like to torture her slowly too, but her body can't take it anymore. Even if we let her go, she won't live long. What do you say, interested in finishing her off?" Before I could answer, a tall man in a black suit and sunglasses strode in, carrying a woman dressed as a flight attendant. The woman looked a bit older than me, but still young and beautiful. She wore a white long-sleeved shirt, a navy vest and skirt, and her long hair was styled up. Gray stockings encased her slender legs. Her mouth was stuffed, and a red ball gag was fitted over it. A black cloth covered her eyes, obscuring her face. The man in black threw her down in front of me. She twitched slightly from the impact, emitting soft grunts. Her arms were pulled behind her, her forearms pressed together. Her arms were held straight in an "European" style, though without ropes. Silver handcuffs were fastened at her wrists and elbows, but the two cuffs were joined, with no chain connecting them. This meant her arms were forced to remain rigidly "stuck" together, completely unable to separate. The exposed skin on her wrists showed a circle of unhealed scabs, and similar scabs were visible on her snow-white neck. The stockings on her thighs didn't fit snugly, and through the sheer fabric, the unevenness of her skin was clear. The indentations created "ravines" between her skin and the stockings, forming deep grooves. Her knees and ankles were also cuffed with silver restraints, preventing any separation. From all indications, the woman must have undergone extremely brutal binding before. Her neat clothes were likely put on afterward. Her makeup was exquisite, a stark contrast to the ligature marks around her eyes. Blood was still trickling from her nose. "Sister Rose, what is this?" Rose didn't answer. Qing'er, standing beside me, slipped a pistol into my hand. Seeing the gun, the woman didn't show the fear I expected. Her gaze was vacant, fixed ahead, a flicker of hopeful release in her eyes.

"Wuwu!" Liu Siyu nodded frantically, like a child who had made a mistake. Seeing this, Feng Liu let go. Liu Siyu's left breast, after this tossing, actually bled briefly and turned pale. As its shape gradually recovered, it slowly regained its color. It was evident that Liu Siyu desperately wanted to rub her aching left breast, but her hands were tied behind her back and could not help. She could only rub it slowly on the ground. Liu Siyu was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently, and she kept making deep "wu, wu" sounds. However, Feng Liu did not give her much time to rest. He roughly pulled the chain, forcing her to kneel and then stand up. Liu Siyu was led like a bitch on a leash behind Feng Liu, hopping towards the yacht. As they walked, Feng Liu felt it wasn't enough, and kicked Liu Siyu's perky buttocks. Caught off guard, she fell forward a long way, her face hitting the ground heavily, scraping off a piece of skin. "Get up!" Feng Liu said fiercely, pulling the chain. Liu Siyu dared not and could not resist. She could only be pulled up by the collar around her neck. Liu Siyu must have exhausted her strength. Even though the collar choked her, making it impossible to breathe, and she rolled her eyes, she couldn't stand up. It was only when I couldn't bear to watch that I stepped forward to help. "Alright, if you choke her to death, our trip will be in vain. I'll do it." Seeing me take the collar, Liu Siyu calmed down. Inside the yacht. "Wuwuwuwu" Liu Siyu was still not behaving. As soon as she recovered some strength, she started to move around, grabbing behind her back as if trying to untie the ropes. Seeing this, Feng Liu became impatient and picked up a rope, walking towards her. Liu Siyu was terrified at the sight of the new hemp rope and rolled around the yacht, causing the entire yacht to rock and sway. "Damn it, stop moving!" "Wuwuwuwu" Obviously, Liu Siyu did not obey. Feng Liu didn't waste any more words with her. He directly tied one end of the hemp rope to the knot on her back, then pulled her legs, threading the rope through the pre-made loops on her ankles. Feng Liu stepped on Liu Siyu's slender waist with his right foot and pulled the rope hard. With a娇呼, Liu Siyu's body was pulled into a semicircle, so much so that her chest and legs did not touch the floor, and her entire weight was on her waist. Feng Liu tied the knot to his satisfaction, clapped his hands, and admired his creation: a naked woman tightly bound by a brown hemp rope, her body arched into a curve by the four-horse binding. A slight push would make her sway back and forth. Her hands, tied behind her back in a European style with straight arms, clawed desperately, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch any of the knots. Liu Siyu was filled with despair. Even with her excellent flexibility, facing such a severe binding, she was tormented to the point of "tears and snot flowing." "Won't she be in trouble tied like this?" I asked, seeing Liu Siyu's extreme pain, worried. "Don't worry, sister. She'll be fine. Consider it a punishment for this bitch. See if she dares to be arrogant again. Hehe, this bitch has sweated a lot. Now that the cold wind blows, it'll be quite an experience for her." Feng Liu was not idle either. He pinched her breasts, pulled the ropes, and occasionally swayed Liu Siyu's body. Seeing Liu Siyu so uncomfortable from his teasing, the fat man's eyes curved into a smile. This mission was completed without any major incident. I should have initially gained Rose's trust. Next, I can take the opportunity to destroy the stronghold. Oh, and the task assigned to me by Director Wang, I still have no clue. I wonder if her daughter is in the stronghold's prison. The yacht started moving. The night sea breeze was very comfortable. I crossed my legs, and the silk stockings on my legs felt incredibly delicate and smooth, giving my tired legs a gentle caress. I savored this comfort and relaxed my entire body. "Miss Yang, you're awake!" It was Rose's voice. Why was she in front of me? And where am I? Rose handed me a glass of wine, just like the first time we met. I reached out to take it, but found my hands wouldn't obey! I jolted and quickly looked around myself, only to discover that ropes were crawling all over me. My hands were likely tied behind my back in a hogtie. I moved my hands, causing the ropes on my shoulders to tighten, and a sharp pain made me gasp. My shoulder and elbow joints were locked so tightly that I couldn't move at all, not even exert any force. I tried to lower my head further to see my situation, but unexpectedly felt a [X_X] in my neck. It was then that I realized a rope had been placed around my neck. "No need to look, I took pictures for you." Rose's gentle and soft voice rang out, magnetic and deadly. She placed her phone in front of

"They're all under control. This bitch is good, shoots straight, must have had some training." The robber pulled off my grey plaid skirt and then brutally tightened the crotch rope. The rough hemp rope passed between my lips, and the two thin layers of pantyhose offered no resistance to the friction and stimulation it caused. Instinctively, I clenched my legs to prevent the rope from digging deeper, though I knew it was mostly a psychological reflex. The robber seized the opportunity to bind my legs together tightly. From the top of my thighs to my knees, and then from my knees to my ankles, the robber used four bundles of hemp rope. Each strand was tied horizontally and then reinforced vertically, with the ropes connected to ensure they wouldn't slip. My legs, encased in pantyhose, were bound into sections like lotus roots, completely unable to separate, as if they had grown together. The pressure around my knees was particularly intense. During the binding, the robber didn't hesitate to grope my exposed parts, stroking my smooth, silken legs as he tied them. The last person who tried this got a beating from me, but this time, I could only endure it silently. Once the binding was complete, my emotions gradually stabilized, and I began to try and adapt to being restrained. "I didn't expect you to be robbers. No wonder you have such bad tempers," I said, referring to the encounter during boarding. "There's a lot you didn't expect." "That woman earlier was probably tied up, wasn't she? I'm curious, how did you manage to get weapons past security?" "Heh heh, that's not something you need to worry about." The female robber, named Tedman, had already put my skirt back on and tidied my disheveled clothes, which were all messed up by the ropes. "Thank you." I was surprised by my own words. I actually thanked a robber. "No need to thank me. Once we get to our destination, I'll take care of you. Don't worry, I'm very skilled. With some top-quality aphrodisiacs, I guarantee you'll be screaming pleasurably under my胯下, unable to stop. Then you can thank me." The robber's expression was lewd. You animal, if you dare touch me, I'll kill you and chop you into pieces to feed to the dogs. I cursed him silently. "Your name is Tedman? You're quite a young and pretty girl. It's a shame you're a robber. I'll remember you." "Rather than remembering me, you should focus on adapting to the ropes. If I'm not mistaken, you must be in pain all over, having trouble breathing, and feeling constant friction and stimulation down there, right? Look at those breasts, they're about to burst out of your clothes, aren't they? They must be very sore." Tedman had hit a nerve, and I was speechless. I could only close my mouth and await my fate. The robber then grabbed the rope on my back and dragged me out. With my legs bound, I had to hop everywhere. Wearing high heels and pantyhose, after just a few hops, my toes felt like they were about to pop out. Thankfully, the straps at the front of the shoes held them in place. Ah, well, the price of beauty, I suppose. Outside, Sophia was also bound tightly, but her hands weren't clasped together; they were cuffed behind her back, also pulled high. However, she wasn't suspended by a noose around her neck like me. The robber was currently tying a crotch rope around her. Sophia wasn't as lucky as I was. The robber completely ignored her pleas, stripped off her underwear, and, in front of countless passengers, tied the crotch rope with her skirt. Sophia kept her head down in shame, not daring to make a sound. After about ten minutes, Sophia's legs were also bound. The robber had tied them just as tightly, and Sophia's long, slender legs in black stockings were pressed together with no gap between them. It was clear that the hemp rope was causing Sophia considerable pain. She wore a distressed expression, gritting her teeth. "The flight attendant was just doing her job; she didn't threaten you. Why are you tying her up?" I spoke up for Sophia. "Shut up, you talk too much." The robber then shoved Sophia's pink lace underwear into my mouth and fitted me with a gag, depriving me of my ability to speak. The gag was locked behind my head. I shook my head forcefully, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get it off. Then, Sophia was also fitted with a gag. Since her mouth was empty, Sophia's saliva began to dribble out, making her extremely embarrassed. She shamefully turned her head away from the passengers' gazes, a blush creeping onto her face. "Squat down." With my body bound, the act of squatting required extreme caution and balance. If I stayed still, the ropes on my body were manageable. But the moment I moved, problems arose: the ropes on my legs tightened and became more painful as my muscles tensed. The crotch rope below also rubbed against my lips as my body curled, causing a tingling sensation mixed with pain. Sophia and I squatted very slowly, taking half a minute to complete a simple action that normally takes one second. My situation was even worse. I already had to hold my head high and chest out to prevent the rope connecting my wrists from tightening around my neck. Now, with my body bent, the rope mercilessly choked me, making it difficult to breathe. "Hurry up, are you turtles? Can't you even squat?" the robber snarled, but I could no longer hear his voice. The ropes tightened with every passing moment, and I began to struggle for breath. No, the noose tightened again. I can't squat. Driven by the instinct for survival, I defied the robber and stood up.

"Excellent, now I need to figure out how to untie these ropes," Sophia thought. A problem presented itself: in this empty, confined space, she couldn't find anything sharp. The piece of metal she'd just used to cut her ropes was now above her head – bound with her legs folded, she couldn't reach it. She stared at the tantalizingly close metal, growing more anxious by the second. Something she could normally touch with a simple shift of her body was now impossibly out of reach. She was so distressed she felt like crying. "Waaaaah (Someone help me, I've been kidnapped, help!)" "Damn these kidnappers! Not only did they bind my private parts, but they also folded and tied my legs together. This is too much! What did I ever do to them to deserve this?" Frustration, anger, humiliation, and despair intertwined in Sophia's heart. Being kidnapped made Sophia realize more than ever how precious ordinary freedom was. Just then, with a creak, the basement iron door opened. A tall, broad-shouldered man with thick eyebrows and a handsome face, and a shorter, much fatter, greasy man walked in. The tall man was carrying a woman with brown hair and a high-bridged nose on his shoulder. The woman's eyes were tightly covered by a black blindfold, leaving her with only a vague sense of light and shadow. The isolated darkness filled her with unprecedented fear. Her mouth was also gagged with a black cloth, just like Sophia's, stuffed so full she couldn't make any sound, only faint whimpers. She was wearing a neat white shirt and a green skirt, which were now disheveled from her struggles. Flesh-colored stockings encased her calves, and her white high heels were still securely fastened to her feet by straps. The woman's body was also severely restrained. Such restraints were almost cruel for a delicate woman: brown ropes circled her graceful neck, draped over her shoulders, and ran down her arms, forming a complex net behind her that bound her arms in a "W" shape. From behind, her wrists were hoisted up by the rope loop around her neck, leaving red marks on her once-white skin. The woman's plump legs, encased in flesh-colored pantyhose, were not spared. They were tightly bound by four sets of ropes – around her thighs, knees, lower legs, and ankles – in an "∞" shape, rendering them completely immobile. Each set of ropes was interconnected, ensuring they wouldn't slip on the smooth stocking surface from her struggles. The ropes on the woman were dug deep into her flesh, clearly more cruel and ruthless in both method and tightness than those on Sophia. The woman cried out in pain, whimpering, and seeing her, Sophia's first feeling was pity and shock. "Oh my God, how much sin could she have committed? This kind of binding must be agonizing." The tall man wore a cold smile, looking smug. He carried the woman down the stairs to the basement with heavy steps. The air around them seemed to freeze, with only the woman's faint whimpers and the kidnappers' heavy breaths echoing. As they got closer, Sophia realized the woman bound and slung over the man's shoulder was incredibly familiar. Even with her eyes blindfolded and mouth gagged, Sophia recognized her instantly: it was her mother, Reina Karin, a popular singer in Country B. She couldn't accept that the woman suffering this rope torture before her was the person closest to her. Even more unbearable was the thought that her hope of rescue had just been extinguished. "No, there's still Aunt Liu. Aunt Liu will definitely notice we've been kidnapped and call the police to save us!" The tall man roughly threw the woman to the ground, like a piece of cargo. He then spotted Sophia sitting on the floor. "Yo, big brother, this little girl is quite resourceful, managed to get down here." The fat man inspected the area carefully. Seeing the peeling metal on the table and the residual fibers, he immediately understood. "So that's what happened. I didn't plan on making her suffer too much given her young age, but she brought this upon herself. Re-bind her, and I'll move this metal table." Seeing the tall man pick up new ropes and approach her, Sophia's fear intensified. She struggled and twisted her body, but couldn't loosen the ropes even a bit. She twisted her bound legs, coordinating with her hips, and slowly shuffled towards the corner of the wall. But the tall man kept coming closer, and she had nowhere left to retreat. "Wuwuwuwu (No, don't, please, let me go)" Sophia shook her head, looking up at the tall man, "speaking" in a language only she could understand.