Lost in the City of Beauty

Athena approached slowly, her steps steady, her gaze filled with the predatory intent of a hunter assessing its prey. "Surrender?" Athena asked. "Hmph, you're just a lapdog in a uniform, don't think you can... Ow, that hurts!" Before Kira could finish, Athena lunged, grabbing her right arm and using her knee to pin Kira's body, forcing her to the ground. Athena's deep eyes flashed with a calm, sharp light. She looked at Kira, who was slender and delicate, dressed in a purple garment that bloomed like a night-blooming cereus in the darkness. Though captured, her stubborn and proud expression remained undiminished, making her even more captivating in this moment. "Suspect Kira, implicated in multiple theft cases, you will be brought to justice today." Athena said, unfastening a police rope from her waist and beginning to bind Kira. Because demons frequently appeared in the city, the police ropes were all demon-binding ropes, which, once bound, could not be broken even with immense strength or magic. Using them to bind Kira felt almost like overkill. Athena wrapped the rope around Kira's wrists with practiced precision, each twist carrying a mysterious rhythm. As the rope tightened, Kira's wrists were bound together firmly. She felt the fine texture of the rope and the slight pressure, an undeniable force. Kira closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but unease and tension churned within her. Athena watched her expression and smiled slightly, "What, no more struggling?" Kira lifted her gaze slightly and replied coldly, "What's the use of struggling? It's just inviting humiliation." Athena smiled faintly and continued her work. The long rope slowly wound upwards from her wrists to her forearms. Each loop was secure and taut, as if weaving a fine net to hold her fast. Kira felt the deepening sense of restraint, a hint of helplessness surfacing, but she maintained a composed facade, unwilling to show any panic. Athena's gaze held a cool admiration. She didn't rush to fully restrain Kira, but slowly wound the rope, as if savoring every detail of the process. As the rope climbed to her elbows, Kira's arms were firmly secured, making escape impossible. She gritted her teeth, secretly contemplating a way out, but the opponent's technique was too exquisite. Every knot, every wrap was filled with skillful control, leaving her no opportunity to loosen it. "It seems even a master thief has moments of helplessness," Athena murmured, her voice laced with a playful cruelty. Kira responded coldly, "You overestimate yourself. Even if you catch me, you can't hold me. Even if you track me, I won't necessarily stay in jail!" "Even so, I will do my job, strike hard against every crime, and bring every criminal to justice," Athena stated solemnly. While speaking, Athena's hands didn't stop. Her long rope climbed higher, slowly wrapping around her shoulders and neck. Kira's heart tightened, feeling the chilling pressure closing in, as if slowly consuming her. She tilted her head slightly, trying to avoid the rope, but Athena's movements were swift and precise. The rope circled her neck, firmly securing her shoulders and back. Kira could no longer turn her head, each wrap of the rope bringing an invisible pressure, as if announcing her imminent loss of freedom. Her shoulders were pulled slightly forward by the restraint, her posture somewhat disheveled, yet her gaze remained sharp, as if warning Athena not to be too pleased. Athena didn't stop due to her defiance. She wrapped the other end of the rope around Kira's waist, tying a precise knot that completely locked her upper body. Kira gasped softly, feeling the restraint spread throughout her body, even her every breath causing a slight pull. A flicker of unwillingness crossed Kira's eyes, and she looked at Athena coldly, "Hmph, have you ever considered that you've offended so many people? One day, you'll be tied up just like me, no, ten times tighter than I am now. And then, there will be no law to protect you?" "Hmph," Athena chuckled lightly, not answering. With another flick of the rope, she firmly secured Kira's waist. The rope gradually slid from her waist to her hips, like a fine net, wrapping her body layer by layer. As the rope wound around her, her body was gradually bound in place, unable to break free. Each wrap was filled with precise control, like an exquisitely crafted work of art, awe-inspiring. "It seems you don't fully understand your situation," Athena said indifferently, her voice carrying a hint of mocking coldness. Kira snorted softly, her eyes fixed on Athena coldly, "Is that so? Then we shall see!" Athena didn't speak again. Her technique remained skilled and precise, winding the rope bit by bit to her legs: ankles, calves, knees, thighs. Each part was firmly secured by the rope, unable to move. Kira felt the restraint deepening, firmly immobilizing her entire body. When the last loop of rope was finished, Athena slowly took a step back, gazing at Kira coldly, her eyes holding a hint of ruthless victory. She took out a pager from her pocket, "Call Susan, thief Kira has been apprehended. Requesting team recall!"

Midu, outskirts of the North District, inside an abandoned garage. The empty garage echoed even with hushed whispers. Dim, incandescent bulbs hung from the four corners and the center, casting a haphazard light onto the floor. And now, in the center of the garage, several burly men in black had to exert considerable effort to tie the woman they had just captured to a metal rack. They exchanged smug glances, then collectively admired the woman's sexy, fiery figure, her clothes stripped away. "Mmm—" The woman's hands were bound behind her back, her legs spread and tied in a V-shape to the rack, which was tilted slightly backward. She writhed her hips as if struggling, "Is this how you always treat ladies?" "This is considered rough? We specifically kept your underwear on, considering your notorious reputation in the demon realm, Cartel Fries." Amidst a hoarse, low chuckle, a short old man slowly approached. The burly men around him respectfully made way. The old man walked up to the captive woman, a smirk playing on his lips, "Or do you prefer the feeling of being completely naked?" "This isn't my first time in this situation, so I know what feels best," Cartel replied with a smile. "On the other hand, Mr. Vincent, you dare not enjoy the woman you've caught yourself? By this alone, you're no match for Mr. Thoth." "Hmph," the old man called Vincent sneered. "I knew Thoth sent you to investigate me. This guy was never going to win the election in Midu against me, so he had to rely on you to dig up dirt on me, right?" Cartel tilted her head slightly, her shoulder-length black hair swaying with the movement. "You guessed right. Come closer, and I'll reward you with a kiss, sister." "If you still have the strength for it later, I wouldn't mind," Vincent glanced at the sexy woman tied to the rack, unable to move. He was sure she was just putting on a brave face, so he signaled to the men beside him with his eyes. The men had long been impatient. Upon receiving the order, they immediately stepped forward and surrounded the infamous female thief. "One, two, three... six of you..." Cartel chuckled helplessly. "Am I, a single woman, not enough?" The burly man standing in front of her grinned, "Miss, you have no idea how many ways there are to play." "Oh? Then come at me all at once. Let's see if six of you can entertain me." The other men tore off her lace panties that covered her nether regions and the black bra that supported her full breasts. The burly man who had spoken to her earlier grabbed Cartel's red lips, his fingers probing inside, "Mmm... no rush. You're not feeling it yet." "You're just a bunch of lust-filled livestock, utterly devoid of any sex appeal. How could I feel anything?" Cartel sneered dismissively. As soon as the words left her mouth, her fair, exquisite face was slapped hard by the man, her head snapping to the side. She coughed softly. "Know your place. It doesn't matter if you were once a noble councilor's wife or a notorious thief in the demon realm. Now, you are merely our captive. From today onwards, you must face reality: you will be our plaything." The man who slapped her licked his lips with excitement, "Of course, your past identities aren't entirely useless. At least they'll make playing with you even more enjoyable." "Hahahaha!" The men erupted in laughter, mocking the bound Cartel. "Then stop the nonsense," Cartel turned her gaze, looking directly at the men. "Let me see what you've got."

The next day, a series of paid videos suddenly circulated on a website called "SleazeNet," titled "Diary of a Doomed Metropolis Police Officer." This website was no stranger to videos that challenged human perception, but those were considered child's play. There had been instances of uploading videos of famous individuals, but most were taken down after a while when the involved parties paid to have them removed. However, the female protagonist in this series of videos held extraordinary influence in the Metropolis. Many figures in the underworld downloaded these videos specifically for the name Athena. Clicking on one of the videos in the series, the initial shot showed a shapely woman sitting on a wooden chair, completely naked. Her hands were bound behind the chair back, and her ankles were tied to each leg of the chair with ropes. Her hair was disheveled, and her head was slightly bowed. However, her face, the blindfold she wore, and the ball gag secured behind her head with a strap were all visible to the camera. In the upper right corner of the screen, an image of a police ID was displayed, allowing viewers to recognize the woman tied to the chair as the well-known Metropolis police officer, Athena. The camera lingered on Athena's body for a minute before the sound of a door opening was heard. Shortly after, a naked male body, from the neck down, appeared in the frame. The man held up a syringe to the camera, showcasing it. This was a potent aphrodisiac circulating among criminal organizations, known for its strong effects. A single injection would send an ordinary woman into repeated orgasms. The man injected Athena in her right arm. Immediately, the skin on Athena's body visibly flushed a seductive pink. Her body, which had been sitting quietly on the wooden chair, began to shift restlessly. It was clear the aphrodisiac had taken effect. "Mmm... mmmph... mmm... mmm..." Intermittent moans escaped the ball gag. Athena tensed her neck, her entire body trembling, causing the wooden chair to creak. The only sounds in the video seemed to be Athena's moans and the creaking of the chair, making them exceptionally clear. The man beckoned, signaling the camera to move closer. The camera shifted forward, clearly capturing the saliva dripping from Athena's lips, before adjusting its angle to film downwards. "Mmm... mmmph..." Athena writhed her hips, as if trying to express her resistance. The man gave a thumbs-up to the camera, then made her lift her head and utter several "mmph" sounds. He then reached out, his hand clawing tightly at Athena's pale, soft breasts, his thumb constantly teasing her erect nipples. This made her already engorged nipples even more luscious, and her moans took on a more lewd tone. What followed was the core of the video. The man thrust his hips forward, beginning to use Athena's body. Athena's body jolted with each impact, and the muffled sounds from her gagged mouth continued. Suddenly, the man increased his pace and simultaneously reached to remove the ball gag from Athena's mouth. Immediately, Athena's beautiful voice, a mix of curses and gasps, filled the video. "Ah! Ah! You bastard! Ah! You'll get what's coming to you! Ah! Ah! Stop!" The man laughed ferociously, intensifying his assault. Athena's body trembled with increasing frequency: "Ahhhhh... Stop... Ahhhhh... Ahhhhh..." Athena shook her head in agony, trying to resist the overwhelming climax building within her. In reality, if the man failed to bring Athena to orgasm during the filming, they would quickly move on to the next segment after the humiliation, starting a second recording until they captured the image of the valiant female officer climaxing. Therefore, during the filming of this segment, Athena, already aware of the perpetrators' malicious intent, resisted only briefly before giving up to avoid further torment of repeated attempts. "Ah... Ahhhh... Ah... Ah... Ah..." It was clear to all viewers that the police officer's moans were now filled with lust. She swayed her slender waist like a prostitute, matching the man's rhythm. "Yaaahhhhh... No... Not so fast... Yaaahhhhh... I can't take it... I can't take it, ahhhhhh..." Athena appeared to have completely abandoned her dignity as a police officer, her voice filled with seductive charm as she enjoyed the stimulation. "Can't take it?" The man gripped Athena's breasts with more force, more savagely, more dominantly. "Say it loud, can you take it?"

"If I could, I'd wish I had the chance to undo this fusion with the magic crystal," Locke said helplessly. "But some things, whether we want them or not, we have to carry for a lifetime, don't we?" "..." The woman didn't reply, but quickly pulled out handcuffs and moved to cuff Locke's wrists. But suddenly she faltered, and when she came to her senses, Locke had vanished from his spot. "So it's Ms. Lydia, the Grand Investigator from 'Heaven's Eye,' my apologies, my apologies." A familiar, annoying voice came from behind. Lydia turned, raising her gun, only to find Locke examining her ID. Lydia froze. She always kept this ID in her inner pocket. How had this guy managed to snatch it? "What exactly is your magic crystal?" Lydia asked, eyeing him warily. "It's not just simple illusion, is it?" "Whether I'm constructing an illusion or altering reality, who can truly say?" Locke shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips. "As the old saying goes, 'When falsehood is taken for truth, truth becomes falsehood; when nothing is taken for something, something becomes nothing.'" As he spoke, Locke tossed the ID back to Lydia. "You're a mage too, aren't you? Aren't you going to reveal your magic crystal and arrest me?" "..." "Because using a dangerous magic crystal requires a permit, I presume." Seeing Lydia's silence, Locke continued, "The higher-ups have such strange thought processes, don't they? They want the tiger to tear its prey apart, but they put a collar on it, hoping the tiger will obey like a dog. Tell me, where in this world can you find such a thing?" "Don't be so glib!" Lydia stepped forward, the muzzle of her gun almost touching Locke's forehead. "Let's be frank. What crime have I committed that warrants the national intelligence agency, Heaven's Eye, sending someone to apprehend me?" Locke sneered. "Is it the crime of not handing over my key to the state?" "You don't need to know that much," Lydia said, attempting to cuff him again. However, this time Locke flickered and used his magic to evade the investigator's grasp, managing to snatch her gun in the process. "You!" Lydia spun around in anger, then suddenly felt something was wrong. Looking down, she found her hands cuffed behind her back. She instinctively struggled. "Bastard, let me go!" "The key is in your own hands," Locke said, pressing the pistol to Lydia's temple. She immediately tensed, staring directly at him. "If I didn't currently have no intention of making an enemy of Heaven's Eye, I'd strip you right here and now. Then I'd film it and post it on Slais, see how you'd manage afterwards." "Bastard! Shameless scoundrel!" Lydia seethed with rage. "If you know I'm a scoundrel, then don't provoke me!" Locke lowered his hand and fired a shot at the floor by Lydia's feet. "I know Heaven's Eye's target is the Holy Relic and the codename Beta behind it. If you hurry to the John Mansion now, you might still catch the tail end of the show. From now on, let's go our separate ways, shall we?" "..." Lydia was silent for a moment. "Your abilities are outstanding. Why would you stand against the state?" "I didn't say I was going against the Empire. I just don't like your kind," Locke replied indifferently, idly twirling the gun in his hand. "When trouble arises in society, all of you pretend to be dead. But the moment something like codename Beta appears, you swarm over like flies drawn to a scent." As Lydia listened to Locke's monologue, her gaze remained fixed on his hands. Seeing Locke seemingly lost in his emotions, she swiftly raised her leg and kicked the gun away. Stabilizing herself, she immediately leaped up, intending to entangle him with her legs. The gunshot must have alerted her colleagues nearby. As long as she could hold this guy off, victory was still within reach... When Locke grabbed Lydia's legs and threw her to the ground, she let out a cry, perhaps from shock, perhaps from pain.

Leaving the Mordor Building through the secret passage, the three quickly found the parked car. Lucas and one of the large men took the driver's and passenger's seats respectively. The man carrying Cartel unceremoniously tossed her into the back seat, then sat beside her and closed the door. Lucas started the car and drove towards the stronghold in the North District. "Uh, the doors are locked tight. Can you untie me?" Cartel, her hands bound behind her back in the rear seat, twisted her shoulders as soon as the tape was ripped from her mouth, pleading, "This is really painful." "If you hand over the stolen Blue Tear, we might consider letting you go," Lucas said. "Look at me, I'm wearing a swimsuit. How could I have the gem on me?" Cartel gave a wry smile. "How about I take you to get it?" "We'll discuss it back at the gang's place. Our boss wants to see you for more than just the gem." "Why all the talk, Lucas? Can I start yet? I'm about to burst!" The large man beside Cartel impatiently interjected. "Be my guest," Lucas nodded. "Aren't you going to save me for the boss?" Cartel flinched. "The entire Serpent Gang will have their way with you, so there's no need to rush to reveal the gem's location," Lucas replied indifferently. The man in the back seat could no longer wait. He grabbed Cartel's feet, untying the ropes as he did so, and then gripped her ankles, pulling her forward. Cartel's supple body was forced into a folded position, her head pressed tightly against the car door, her thighs crushing her chest, making it difficult to breathe. The man placed his right elbow across the back of Cartel's knees, preventing her from straightening her legs, and then quickly removed her thong, tossing it aside. The man licked his lips, placed his hands on Cartel's thighs, and began his pleasure. "Ah!" Cartel's body jolted against the car door, moving upwards slightly. The pain made her groan, "Wait... it's still dry..." "Then I'll wear you out!" The man roared with laughter. "Ahhh... Ahhh..." Cartel's upper body moved up and down against the car door with the man's violent thrusts. She moaned, gradually adapting to the man. "Already giving up so soon!" "Ahhh... Ahhh..." Cartel's hands were bound behind her, leaving her no way to struggle. She could only close her eyes, shake her head, and relieve the building stimulation with loud moans. "What a slut, screaming so lewdly!" The man's body tensed, his hands gripping Cartel's thighs tightly as he tilted his head back in pleasure. "Ahhh..." Cartel felt the strange sensation in her body and instinctively tightened her lower half. The man also stopped. "Already finished?" Cartel's pretty face was flushed like wine. She stared at the man in front of her, surprised. "You only cared about your own pleasure?" "No, I this..." Being looked down upon by a woman for his abilities made the man feel somewhat embarrassed. "Oh, you idiot! Untie me! Quickly!" Cartel shifted her body, signaling for him to untie the ropes binding her hands. "But..."

"Mmmph..." Cartel moaned, slowly opening her eyes and surveying her surroundings. She could only judge by the chandelier overhead that this was some kind of old basement, a place with no hope of rescue. Then, Cartel lowered her head to check her own condition, a bitter smile forming in her mind. Her already scant clothing had been removed, her hands bound behind her back with leather straps to the training table she was seated on. Her legs were forced open, thighs and calves tightly strapped and folded together. A vibrator had been inserted into both her body and her [X_X]. A gag ball, secured by a leather strap, was firmly lodged in Cartel's mouth, clear saliva dripping from the corners of her lips. Two small transparent cups, one on each side, covered Cartel's [X_X]. They looked like some kind of biological material, with long tubes connected to the other end of the cups, their purpose unclear. "Mmph... mmph..." Cartel struggled slightly, trying to get more comfortable. Just then, the door was pushed open, and Lucas, the second-in-command of the Serpent's Coil, entered. Seeing that Cartel had woken up, he pulled over a chair and sat opposite her. "Mmph... mmph mmph..." Cartel quickly tilted her chin towards him, signaling him to remove the ball from her mouth. "Are you planning to hand over the Azure Tear?" Lucas asked. "Mmph mmph mmph mmph!" Cartel nodded quickly. "Alright, tell me, where is the gem?" Lucas reached out and removed the gag ball from Cartel's mouth. "Hoo..." Cartel breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll take you to it. You won't find it on your own." "What if you run away if we let you out?" Lucas said calmly. "We need insurance." "What do you want?" "It's simple. First, give us something to control you with. Let me think, how about some videos of your [X_X]?" Lucas smiled, then pushed the gag ball back into Cartel's mouth and tightened the straps. "Mmph mmph mmph mmph!" Cartel shook her head, vehemently opposing the suggestion. But unfortunately, this was Serpent's Coil territory. As a captive of the Serpent's Coil, Cartel could only endure the malice of these men, with no chance to resist. Lucas turned on the switches for the vibrators inserted into Cartel's body. The two devices immediately began to vibrate at high frequency, stimulating Cartel. "Mmph mmph mmph... mmph mmph mmph mmph..." Cartel strained her head upwards, trying to moan, but the gag ball firmly blocked her, leaving her to silently endure the stimulation aroused by these pleasure toys. These two vibrators were set to their highest setting the moment they were turned on, subjecting Cartel's body to the most intense violation and provocation. Soon, the entire body of the female thief, bound to the training table, flushed pink, slick with sweat. Every inch of her skin tingled as if ants were crawling on it. Something's wrong... This is too wrong... Even with the strong power of the two things below, and she wasn't really the kind of sex slave who melted at a touch, how could her whole body be... Damn it! How much aphrodisiac did these bastards inject into me while I was unconscious?! Cartel's mind quickly connected the dots, understanding the reason for the abnormal situation. But it stopped there. Because immediately after, the rapidly building stimulation surged and swallowed her reason, leaving her only able to groan with all her might to alleviate the pain. "Mmph mmph mmph... mmph mmph mmph..." Cartel's gasps were choked in her throat by the gag ball. She could feel an orgasm building within her but had no way to release it, only able to helplessly await its arrival. "Mmph mmph mmph... mmph mmph mmph mmph..." Cartel threw her head back, her eyes rolling back, her body clenching tightly around the furiously vibrating vibrators. Then, amidst the rigidity of her muscles, a torrent erupted from her lower body.