The Victorian Flower of Detectives

"..." Regina's expression darkened as she opened the envelope and began to flip through the photos one by one. The subject of the photos was a beautiful secretary with curly brown hair, dressed in a fitted women's suit. However, the hem of her skirt was scandalously short, barely reaching the top of her thighs, completely exposing her long, slender legs encased in black silk stockings and suspenders. Her feet were adorned with thirteen-centimeter stiletto heels, an utterly indecent outfit for this era. What was even more blush-inducing was that the secretary was mostly depicted as completely unrestrained in the photos. The first photo showed the secretary with her hands tied tightly behind her back with ropes, constricting her breasts. Her long, black-stockinged legs were also bound from thigh to ankle with ropes. The hem of her skirt was rolled up to her waist, and two severe ropes were directly inserted into her an*s and secret garden, suspending her from the ceiling on either side. This forced the poor secretary to stand on her tiptoes, her legs taut in her high heels, bound like a human pretzel, swaying precariously in the center of the office. A small leather ball on a strap was stuffed into her mouth, preventing her from even moaning. Lord Norman, like a dignified old gentleman, sat behind his desk, puffing on a cigar and watching the struggling secretary with keen interest. In the second photo, the secretary was still in her sexy business suit and stockings and heels. This time, she was in a spread-eagle position. Her arms were tied straight behind her back in a European style, with excess rope cinching her full breasts before being knotted at her waist. Strands of rope then led directly under her skirt. Her beautiful legs in silk stockings were again bound tightly together from top to bottom, this time even her heels were secured. The secretary's body, covered in ropes, was bent backward, with a rope connecting her bound wrists to her ankles, forming a severe spread-eagle pose. Several ropes from the ceiling were then attached to the ropes under her skirt and the rope connecting her hands and feet, suspending her from the ceiling. The secretary's mouth was gagged with her stocking, and tears of humiliation streamed from her beautiful eyes. Lord Norman, as if uninvolved, circled the secretary, observing her. The third photo showed the secretary with her hands still tied straight behind her back in a European style. However, this time her wrists were hoisted high towards the ceiling, forcing her to bend her waist and lower her head, her hair falling around her. Her black-stockinged legs were tightly bound together by ropes, her high-heeled feet trembling on the ground. With her hands pulled as high as possible, her body was forced into an arch, her peach-like buttocks raised high. Lord Norman, that shameless old man, was behind her, whipping her backside with a leather whip... In the fourth photo, the secretary's hands were tied in a W shape behind her neck. Her legs, encased in black silk, were spread apart, her thighs pressed against her calves and bound tightly with ropes. She was awkwardly seated on a toy rocking horse, the triangular saddle fitting perfectly under her skirt. She could only desperately squeeze the saddle with her black-stockinged thighs to alleviate the pain. Lord Norman was kicking the rocking horse with his foot, making it sway back and forth. The secretary's face was flushed, her head tilted back, and a hint of drool seeped from her mouth, which contained a hollowed-out gag ball. There were a total of seven photos in the envelope, with the secretary in a different position each day. It was truly a thrilling display. Regina's face turned red, and she covered her eyes with one hand, yet peeked through her fingers. After seeing the last photo, her blood rushed to her head, and she threw all the photos away. Then, she was horrified and scrambled to pick them up from the ground, as if afraid of being discovered. "This, this old bastard! I, I don't agree with his perverted behavior, and he, he goes to find someone else?!" Regina was both angry and ashamed, completely unaware that she had spoken out of turn. As Lord Norman's wife, Regina had naturally been exposed to her husband's peculiar tastes. During their early marriage, he had even furtively approached her with ropes a few times. However, Regina, from a noble family, holding the honorary title of British Countess, and possessing immense pride and self-respect, would never agree to such things. She almost always sternly refused. If Norman dared to force her, he would undoubtedly receive a few slaps. Over time, he lost the courage to covet such things. Regina had even thought that Norman had reformed, only to be presented with this. "I'm sorry, Nisha. I, I lost my composure..." Regina put the photos back in the envelope, placed them in a small locked wooden box, and looked up to see Janisha with an embarrassed expression. "It's, it's alright." Janisha wished she could disappear into the ground, regretting her involvement in such a matter. As an experienced female detective, she naturally knew that Lord Norman's behavior was a type of hobby called S&M. It originated from European noble ladies who used corsets and single gloves to cinch their bodies and shape their breasts and waists, and leather restraints on their ankles connected by short chains, to practice elegant, small steps. However, these items, originally used for body shaping, had gradually evolved into bedroom amusements between noble couples in this era... The key was that Janisha, like Regina, came from a noble background. During their youth, they had both used such items for body shaping to varying degrees. These were all embarrassing memories they would rather forget. Even thinking about them usually made them blush. Now, Janisha had witnessed someone indulging in this as a hobby. Hearing about it and witnessing it firsthand were two different things. Janisha's peculiar feelings were understandable. Who knew how many times her eyes had been assaulted when she was taking these photos. "Nisha, are these all the photos? Did that old pervert do anything more outrageous?" Regina calmed herself and asked Janisha. The photos she had taken, besides proving Norman was a pervert, didn't seem sufficient as evidence of infidelity. "Ah? This... At least during the time I was monitoring him, I didn't find anything. Lord Norman, apart from occasionally whipping that woman's backside with a leather whip, maintained a certain distance most of the time. In my opinion, Lord Norman doesn't seem interested in the woman herself, but rather is obsessed with the pleasure of binding women's bodies with ropes..." Good heavens, why was I saying all this... As a lady who had never experienced such things, Janisha blushed more and more as she spoke.

As Caroline struggled, another man lunged forward, tearing her coat off with a "rip." Revealed was an outfit considered quite revealing for the era: a form-fitting lace-trimmed ladies' blouse and a cinched black mini-skirt. Her long, shapely legs, clad in black silk stockings with garter belts and perched on thirteen-centimeter matching heels, were fully exposed. "Well, well, this little thing is dressed quite provocatively! Lord Norman is a lucky old dog~" the two men guffawed, leaving Caroline utterly mortified. The next second, she felt the hand covering her mouth loosen. "Mmph?! Help~ Mmmph mmmph?!" Caroline seized the only chance for help. But as soon as she opened her mouth, a small, hollowed-out red ball was abruptly shoved into her lips. Two straps connected to the ball were tied behind her head, preventing Caroline from opening or closing her mouth, causing immense discomfort. Her cries for help turned into muffled whimpers. "Hmph?!" A gag?! Having been subjected to Lord Norman's abuse and bondage for a long time, Caroline knew exactly what this was. Her heart sank with terror, for with this in her mouth, she couldn't speak, not even a loud moan. How could she call for help? The two men paid no mind to Caroline's inner turmoil. The man holding her wrists began to wind ropes around them, circle after circle. In less than ten seconds, her delicate hands were bound tightly together behind her back. Six ropes were wrapped horizontally, with a knot tied vertically in the middle for reinforcement, clamping her wrists like a pair of "8" shaped handcuffs, leaving no gap visible. The man then proceeded to bind her arms, using ropes to secure her elbows and upper arms in the same manner. The ropes even pulled Caroline's shoulders back to their maximum extent, forcing her to arch her ample breasts forward in humiliation. From the front, it looked as though she had no arms at all. "Mmmph mmmph?! Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!" Caroline could feel that this man's binding technique was even more professional than Lord Norman's. The ropes dug deeply into her tender skin through the fabric of her blouse sleeves. The mere tightness and soreness were almost unbearable. Caroline couldn't even break free from Lord Norman's bindings, and now, facing someone more skilled, she was truly trapped. Fear and panic washed over her, and tears streamed down her beautiful face. "Heh, the little thing is crying~" the man binding Caroline's arms chuckled, releasing her still-bound limbs. "Oh mmmph~! Mmph! Mmmph mmmph mmmph?!" As Caroline tried to move, she suddenly felt her forced-erect breasts tighten. Several ropes dug deeply into the base of her well-defined breasts, causing her full, round mounds to almost burst out of her clothing. Several buttons on her neckline had already popped off. Four ropes, divided into two sections, were tightened around Caroline's soft breasts, forming an "∞" shape that held her large breasts captive. The excess ropes even extended to her back, connecting with the ropes binding her upper arms. This meant that every time Caroline struggled with her arms, her breasts were squeezed painfully. The man then used thick ropes to tightly encircle Caroline's slender waist, binding her elbows to her waist. He even cinched her waist considerably smaller. He then tied a T-shaped knot at her lower abdomen, from which two ropes extended downwards, digging fiercely into Caroline's skirt. They slowly burrowed inch by inch along her crotch, until the other ends of the ropes were pulled out from between her buttocks and tied to her wrists, which were still struggling. "Oh mmmph?! Mmph mmmph mmmph mmmph~ Gulp?!" The sudden stimulation from beneath her skirt almost made Caroline jump. Her full thighs, encased in black silk, involuntarily clamped together, and her struggles intensified. But with every twist, the ropes beneath her skirt dug deeper. After a few struggles, the two ropes had deeply embedded themselves into her wet folds and buttocks. Even her tight skirt was pushed up by the ropes, causing Caroline's beautiful eyes to roll back. Humiliated tears mingled with panicked screams. "Heh, what a pair of alluring legs." The other man, taking advantage of Caroline's clamped legs, pulled out a rope and wound it around her thighs, just above the lace stockings, five or six times. This squeezed the flesh of her shapely thighs above the stocking tops until they almost overflowed. He then used four ropes to firmly bind Caroline's mid-thighs and just above her knees through the black silk, constricting her full legs into an uneven, bulging shape like a gourd. "Mmmph mmmph?!" Oh, no?! My, my legs~" By the time Caroline realized something was wrong and tried to spread her legs apart with all her might, her two soft, black-silk clad thighs were already pressed tightly together, unable to separate. "Little thing, too slow to react~ Were you too busy enjoying yourself? You only tried to break free after your legs were already bound?" The man pinched Caroline's soft thigh flesh through the black silk and even pressed his nose to her forced-together thighs, taking a deep sniff.

"Hahaha, brother, look, this slut is screaming so seductively~ What British noblewoman, she's just a bitch who can only whimper~" one of the Indians sneered and whispered. "Let's tie her up slowly on purpose later, and we can take the opportunity to touch this British mare more~ I've never seen such a slutty woman~" Seeing Regina trying to push the handkerchief out of her mouth, another Indian directly took out a hollow gag ball and shoved it fiercely into the lady's cherry lips, tightening the strap connected to the gag ball until it left marks on Regina's tender cheeks. This completely cut off any possibility of the lady speaking. "Hoo woo?! Hmph hmm hmm eh!!!" What is this! So, so full?! Bastards, help! Hurry, drive these two lowlifes away! They, they want to take revenge and humiliate me! Hearing the conversation between the two Indians, Regina was utterly horrified. Just as her flushed face strained to scream, the two Indians had already bound her gloved hands behind her back, using all their strength to tie six knots around her slender wrists. After tightening the knots in the gaps, they directly pulled hard towards the lady's nape, completely securing Regina's swan-like neck with the ropes. Every struggle of her hands would tighten the noose around her neck, causing brief suffocation. "Oh hmm hmm hmm?!" So, so painful?! My, my wrists are going to be broken! The lady's wrists were already hit by Bernadine's scabbard during her resistance, and now with the ropes tightening, she almost fainted from the pain. But then, her inverted elbows were also brought together to the maximum and bound tightly with ropes in the same manner. This severe binding forced Regina to straighten her upper body, causing her ample breasts to protrude high. "Hahaha, later, when we tie up her breasts, I'll get to touch this slut's big tits~ Damn it, if it weren't for other British people here, I'd really want to suck on them~" "Woo?! Woo hmm!" You, you dare?! Help, help me! I don't want to! The lady's tears streamed down her face in shame and anger as the two lowlifes openly discussed her. "Hoo ooo ooo ooo?!" In the next second, the poor Regina indeed felt her soft breasts tighten, followed by a numb sensation as her cherry-like nipples were pinched. The two Indians, while tying four ropes around the lady's ample breasts, began to grope and twist them with their hands. Maliciously, they tightened the ropes as much as possible, like handcuffs, embedding them deeply into the base of the lady's breasts. Her soft, tender breasts were immediately squeezed and deformed like balloons with their ends tied off. Then, they tied several more knots between her upper arms and chest, completely binding the lady's delicate upper body into one with the ropes. The two Indians then wove a diamond-shaped net of ropes around Regina's slender waist. The lady was already wearing a tight corset, cinching her waist very thin, but the two Indians deliberately tightened the ropes even more, making it difficult for Regina to breathe. After binding her waist, one Indian quietly used his sturdy body to shield the lady's trembling form and then lifted her skirt. "Guh hmm?!" He, what does he want to do?! Damn lowlifes! Someone, come save me! Regina screamed in disbelief, struggling with all her might in a mixture of shock and anger. Then, through her lace panties, a large brown hand forcefully squeezed her secret garden beneath her skirt, followed by another large hand深入 into the gap between her soft buttocks, provocatively poking the lady's rear. "Oh hmm~ Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh?!" The intense shame and stimulation made Regina almost jump off the table. Her long, slender legs, clad in alluring garter stockings, kicked and thrashed wildly. The sharp heels of her shoes scraped against the floor, making crisp clicking sounds. But what made the lady even more desperate was yet to come. In her panicked struggle, Regina suddenly felt two rough ropes deeply digging into her buttock crack, embedding themselves from the front into her deep, moist crevice, and then tracing along her gluteal fold all the way up to tie around her lower back. "Hoo eh~ Hoo hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm eh!!!" The tight crotch rope made the lady so ashamed she wanted to kill herself. Her struggles intensified, but the more she struggled, the deeper the rope dug in. In a short while, she could only clamp her black-stockinged thighs together in furious shame, her legs going weak and losing all strength. "Shit! What are you two idiots dawdling for? If you make Agent Bernadine wait, I'll break your legs." One of the agents yelled impatiently, as the commotion the two Indians were making while tying Regina was too loud. "Sir, yes sir!" The two Indians flinched, quickly speeding up. One Indian squatted down, forcefully bringing Regina's slender ankles together, and then tightly wrapped them with seven or eight loops of rope. Four more loops of rope were tightened in the gap between her ankles, and the excess rope was used to secure her high-heeled feet, pressing against her instep and sharp heels. The force of the binding was so great that several veins bulged on the lady's tender instep. The Indian, while caressing her slender black-stockinged calves with his large hand, continued to tie the ropes upwards. The ropes split into two groups, digging deeply into her calves through the black stockings, embedding into her skin, and clamping her black-stockinged beautiful legs together, like uneven lotus roots. "Woo?!" Too, too tight~ My, my legs are going to cramp~ Regina cried out softly throughout the process. Then, her plump thighs felt a sharp pain. Her clamped black-stockinged legs stumbled, and she could barely stand.

"Lord Norman, Cabinet Minister, Abuses Power to Keep Mistress; Minister's Wife Kidnaps Rival in Love." "London Constabulary Defies Authority, Orders Arrest of Suspect Lady Rejana; Commissioner Viscount Brimm Vows Impartiality in Public Statement." "Grand Duchess Viorrela and the House of Lords Impeach Norman, Former Member of the House of Commons, on Multiple Charges Including Abuse of Power, Embezzlement, and Suspected Kidnapping." "Labour Party Leader Issues Statement This Morning: Minister Norman Has Never Been a Member of the Labour Party, Nor Associated With It." "Cabinet Minister Lord Norman Resigns Under Fire; Her Majesty the Queen Orders Approval." Janice quickly scanned the front-page headlines of several newspapers, each one filled with explosive information. Who could have imagined that in just a few days, a Cabinet Minister with such high public approval would be brought down so spectacularly? But this was merely political news. What truly shocked Janice were the photographs chosen for the front pages of the major newspapers. Without exception, they all featured Lady Rejana. In the photos, the lady was bound tightly with ropes, standing in a pitiable and helpless state. Her beautiful face was flushed crimson, her expression one of utter shame and mortification. A gag filled her small mouth, with saliva even trickling out. Countless reporters, cameras raised, stood around her. To avoid having her sensitive areas photographed, she could only desperately clamp her legs together and bend her waist, but this was completely futile against the reporters' lenses. Some newspapers featured close-ups of her breasts, others focused on her ample buttocks and black-stockinged legs. Even more audacious, some directly targeted the area between Lady Rejana's tightly bound thighs, clearly revealing her wet lace panties and her secret garden. "Ah? This, this..." Janice nearly turned to stone, her cup of milk slipping from her grasp and spilling onto the table. "You old pervert, what are you doing? Dirtying Miss Janice's eyes with this rubbish..." Mrs. Edwin, standing behind Janice, had also seen some of the papers. She promptly grabbed a stack and threw them at Uncle William's face. "Ouch! My dear, you've misunderstood me completely. I only showed these to Miss Janice because she visited Norman Manor a few days ago. I was worried Miss Janice might be implicated with the Minister's wife, I had absolutely no other intention," William hastily defended himself. "Mrs. Edwin, Mr. William, please don't argue. Regarding the reports on Minister Norman and Lady Rejana, please let me see them all." Janice, too preoccupied to care about anything else, snatched the thrown newspapers and sat down on the floor to read them. "Cabinet Minister Norman is a Sadist; Unknown Stories of Minister Norman and His Secretary Caroline." Following the mainstream media were several lesser-known tabloids, their content and text naturally even more vulgar. "How is this possible? These, these are photos I took? How could they have leaked..." Janice's face turned scarlet as she read the tabloid articles. The most crucial point was that the accompanying photos were ones Lady Rejana had commissioned Janice to secretly take some time ago. This matter should have been known only to the two of them. The only possible leak channel was the London Constabulary, responsible for arresting the lady and searching her residence. It seemed someone with ulterior motives had emerged from that pigsty... "Minister Norman Suspected of SM Practices; Minister's Wife Greatly Enjoys Bondage Games, Yesterday Publicly Achieved Orgasm." "Evidence Confirmed, Lady Rejana Knows She Cannot Escape the Law, Faints and Loses Control of Her Bowels in Public!" The content of the other tabloids focused entirely on Lady Rejana, filled with photos of her struggling helplessly under the cameras, her face a mask of shame and mortification. Several even clearly captured the leakage from Lady Rejana's lower body. The sensational content made Janice's face flush crimson. It was likely that within a few days, today's newspapers would become highly sought after throughout Britain, with every single man probably owning a copy to secretly admire Lady Rejana's helpless and pitiful appearance in her tight bonds during the quiet of the night. "Hmph! This is slander and a frame-up! Aunt Rejana would absolutely never do such a thing..." By the time Janice forced herself to finish reading all the newspapers, her face was as red as a ripe apple, even the roots of her ears were flushed. The text and images were too sensational for a lady who had never experienced such things. Janice, filled with indignation, gathered the newspapers and threw them all into the fireplace to be burned.

"Boss, this chick looks lively!" Another man joined the fun, sitting next to Benita and wrapping his large hand around her full, soft, perky ass, squeezing and reshaping it. "Hmm?! Who are you?! Don't touch me~ Ah?!" Her peachy ass was firmly gripped, and Benita's bound body jolted forward. Unfortunately, Benita's humiliation was far from over. A third man surrounded her and sat directly in front of her kicking, stocking-clad, high-heeled legs. Before Benita could even kick, he grabbed her tightly bound legs and began to roughly caress them, making her legs incredibly itchy. Finally, he even lay down on her slender, nylon-clad legs, sticking out his disgusting tongue and sniffing and licking his way up from her high-heeled feet to her ankles. "Oh my God, he's licking my feet?! It tickles so much! It's so disgusting~ Help, help me!!!" Benita felt a tingling and itching sensation fill her sore, stocking-clad legs. Although she resisted and tried to struggle, the man's hands holding her legs were like iron clamps. Benita's weak struggles only served to increase his pleasure, and the man even looked up at her with a lewd grin as he licked. "What a pair of stockinged legs, and they smell good too!" "Ugh~ Uh huh huh!!!" Oh heavens! No! No! Help me! Let me go!!! Benita shook her head desperately, disgusted. At this moment, she also noticed another figure in the corner of the carriage – the woman who had been kidnapped that morning. She was now tightly bound into a ball, unable to move an inch. Not only that, but her skirt had been lifted, and something connected to a leather sheath and a tube seemed to have been inserted. The other end of the tube was connected to a steam valve pump roasted over charcoal. Every few seconds, the thing inserted under her skirt would twitch violently, causing the woman's body to tremble intensely. The seat she was lying on was also wet and sticky, with something flowing out from somewhere. "Heh, Miss Reporter, no need to panic. I have a few questions for you. If your answers satisfy me, I'll make you suffer less. Now I'll remove the gag from your mouth. Don't make a sound, do you understand?" The bearded man said, warning Benita as he put his arm around her slender waist, and then, as a cue, removed the gag. "I ask you, when you stumbled upon our operation this morning, did you pick up a silk scarf, like this one?" The bearded man said, taking out a ball of silk scarf and shoving it directly under Benita's nose. She immediately smelled a pleasant fragrance, but it was followed by a wave of dizziness. "Huh?! I didn't! I don't know! Help! Help me! Someone's kidnapping~ Uhhh?!" Benita, being a well-traveled female reporter, wouldn't fall for the kidnappers' tricks. Taking advantage of the carriage driving into a noisy area, she opened her mouth and shouted for help. However, after only half a sentence, all that came out were muffled groans. This was because the quick-witted bearded man had directly grabbed Benita's tongue, forcing her to stick out her small, pink tongue and rendering her unable to do anything. "Heh, I see you're choosing the hard way~ It doesn't matter if you don't talk, but don't come crying to me later!" The bearded man sneered, and with a casual flick of his wrist, he grabbed her small tongue and pulled it outwards, forcing Benita to stick her tongue out shamefully like a bitch, unable to retract it no matter how much she struggled. "Ah?! Uhh~ Help... Ugh!" Benita shamefully stuck her tongue out, her moans and pleas for help becoming muffled, unable to form a complete sentence. "Guys, the boss's new toy, shall we let this little bitch try it out?" The bearded man leered at his subordinates. "Haha, sounds good!" Jason immediately took a half-meter-tall device from the storage box in the back of the carriage. The top of the device was a metal massager resembling a horn, with a base below. Behind it was a heat-resistant leather tube connected to a steam vibrator, and a larger valve pump.

The subsequent binding was much easier. The woman in black directly released Janessa, whom she had been holding. Janessa whimpered a few times but, still unwilling to give up, took a few trembling steps forward on her twelve-centimeter white high heels. However, her thighs were forced together, and how far could she get walking on her calves alone? As expected, Janessa's trembling silken legs faltered after just two steps, and she nearly fell headfirst. "Hahaha, look at this little bitch, wasn't she so fierce just now? Look at her pathetic state now!" "Heh, no matter how fierce a woman is, she's still obediently bound in the Mistress's hands. Look at this little bitch, her big tits are exposed and bouncing. She's clearly enjoying the rope around her crotch and crying out, yet she still wants to escape!" Several of the less injured subordinates jeered lewdly from the sides. "Hmph, mmmph!!!" These, these bastards!!! Janessa was overcome with shame, yet her high-heeled feet still trembled as she took tiny steps forward. But soon, the woman in black yanked her back. "You look beautiful walking in high heels~ Especially when you're bound, you should never take them off~" With that, the woman in black produced two U-shaped white leather high heel strap restraints. The top of each restraint had a leather loop with a lock, which, when fastened, perfectly secured Janessa's ankles. Below the loop was a U-shaped leather piece that could hook onto the heel of the high heel, following the curve of the sole. The woman in black cradled Janessa's high-heeled feet, fitting the restraints onto each shoe and locking them. Throughout this, Janessa's feet were held up, forcing her to stand on one leg. Forget struggling, it was a feat to even stay balanced. In a moment, she would no longer be able to kick off the twelve-centimeter white high heels she was wearing. With ultra-high heels and severely bound legs, the difficulty of escape had increased by more than several times. "Wha?!" My shoes are locked?! What kind of perverted device is this?! As Janessa awkwardly shuffled her locked high-heeled feet, the woman in black easily clasped Janessa's two slender, delicate black-stockinged ankles together with one hand. She then proceeded to wrap eight ropes around her forced-together ankles, followed by four more circles wrapped tightly around her lower legs. Now, Janessa could only stand precariously, like a human log, her black-stockinged legs clamped together, her high heels digging into the ground. The woman in black didn't keep her waiting long. Soon, she used three sets of ropes to divide Janessa's slender, straight calves into three sections: upper, middle, and lower. Each section was tightly bound with four ropes, creating beautiful curves on her slightly full calves. Finally, she securely fastened ropes below her knees. Janessa's long, straight, black-stockinged legs now appeared as if they had grown together, with no visible gap between her clamped thighs. Each rope dug deeply into her beautiful leg skin through the alluring black stockings, binding her into uneven, segmented sections like lotus root. "Ugh, ugh, hmph..." Bound, bound so tightly, even my knee joints are bound above and below, my legs can't even bend. No, I can't panic, there must be a way. At least my fingers can still move! I can untie the ropes when they're not looking... Janessa's beautiful body was so tightly bound by the ropes that even moving slightly was incredibly difficult. She had been bound into silken-stockinged meat segments. Her struggles slowed down. Janessa knew that it was better to conserve her strength and find an opportunity to break free in one go, rather than twisting pointlessly until she exhausted herself. Janessa thus rubbed her heavily bound black-stockinged legs helplessly. If not for the wall supporting one of her shoulders, she wouldn't even be able to stand. "Heh? You've calmed down? I know you're a beautiful and intelligent detective, Miss. Are you plotting something? To be absolutely sure, let's add a few more restraints." The woman in black embraced Janessa and ordered her subordinates to fetch another box. "Ugh, hmph, mmmph?!" Bastard? I'm already bound like this? And you want to bind me more?! Janessa was naturally furious and indignant, wriggling in the woman's embrace with great dissatisfaction. "Miss Jan, as a famous detective, you must have encountered similar dangerous situations, right? I wonder how you always managed to escape~" The woman in black pushed Janessa with her hand, forcing her to hop and turn a few times in front of her. Seeing Janessa's delicate hands, she had a sudden inspiration. "Your fingers seem to still be able to move~" The woman in black said, taking a pair of white leather single-tube elbow restraints from the box and preparing to put them on Janessa's arms, which were bound behind her in a Y-shape. "Hmph, wuwuwuwu?!" My fingers are going to be bound too?! Damn it, how will I... Janessa was now completely panicked. As a detective, she had learned a certain degree of escape techniques. She knew that as long as her fingers weren't bound, she had a chance to escape. But now, this woman in front of her... "Hmm? Detective Miss seems very flustered? It looks like you were counting on using your fingers to untie the ropes~ In that case, I must bind you securely~" Seeing Janessa squirming and refusing to wear the single-tube restraint, the woman in black simply dragged her over. First, she used a layer of binding to clasp Janessa's hands together and wrap them tightly until they formed a round little ball. Then, she forcibly wrapped the white leather single-tube restraint around her taut arms, buckling the restraint's straps along Janessa's arms. Finally, she hooked the two shoulder straps at the opening over her shoulders. Now, Janessa truly had no escape. "Wha?! Ugh, mmmph!!!" No, don't! Let me go! Bernadine, where are you! I, I'm going to... "Heh, since your arms are all wrapped up, let's do the same for your legs~" The woman in black said, taking out several more white restraint straps and directly wrapping them around Janessa's silken legs, covering every spot where the ropes had bound her beautiful black-stockinged legs. She then fastened the straps on the outside, tightening them securely. "You're the first person I've ever bound this severely~ Speaking of which, I should thank the detective Miss for the reminder, otherwise, I might have let you escape without paying attention!" "Hmph, uwu!!" What else could Janessa say? Such severe restraints left her unable to move even a single finger from head to toe. Now, all she could do was cry out and wait for someone to rescue her. Our detective Miss was truly in despair this time.