Beauty's Hijacking (Customized Text) aka Ruan Yutong's Masochistic Journey

High heels? What was that sound doing here? Could there be a female prisoner? George barely had time to wonder before the crisp sound of footsteps grew closer, followed by the clinking of chains as the cell door opened. A jailer appeared first, bowing respectfully. "My lord, please, step inside." A leg encased in pure white stockings stepped gracefully over the threshold, the heel of her shoe striking the hard ground with a sharp "click-clack!" Two shapely calves entered George's view. The soft white stockings clung tightly to her long, slender legs. At the end of her calves were black, round-toed mid-heeled shoes. The heels looked to be about five centimeters, and the toes covered the nimble tips of her feet, wrapped in white silk, exposing the smooth, supple arch of her foot. Her ankles were clearly defined yet subtly blurred, exuding an extreme allure. Following the beautiful feet upwards, George took in her attire. She wore a pristine nun's habit, with a white, form-fitting short skirt underneath. Below that... Damn, she was wearing safety shorts! George's eyes widened in disbelief. He had no choice but to shift his gaze back upwards. Only a sliver of her slender neck was visible, tied with an elegant bow at the collar, from which hung a silver cross pendant. Her chest was dramatically curved, the soft, snow-white fabric stretched taut, forming a high, proud arc. Whether by design or accident, the two circular mounds of her breasts were clearly outlined through the fabric, giving a more distinct impression. Her waist then abruptly cinched, creating a slender, narrow waist beneath her full bosom, before flaring out on either side, her hips arching like rolling hills, resembling a ripe peach. As she walked, the hems of her skirt, long enough to reach her calves, swayed, subtly revealing glimpses of her legs. Though called a skirt, it was more like two separate capes, as the design split at the waist offered no real coverage. Instead, it allowed glimpses of the black safety shorts beneath, making one wish to lift the hem and discover what lay beneath. Below the black safety shorts was a stretch of ivory-white, tender skin. The black shorts and the tops of her white stockings formed what many men considered the absolute territory. Her figure was exceptionally perfect. Aside from her chest, there was no excess body fat. George, who had seen countless women, silently marveled, immediately giving her a high rating. The hood... "Bastard! Lower your dog eyes! The Saintess of the Heavenly Sect is here, why aren't you kneeling!" The jailer, seeing George's brazen gaze, was instantly enraged. He didn't even dare to look like that. He quickly pulled out his whip and cracked it against George's body with a "snap." George cried out, his pupils contracting sharply. He mumbled, "The Saintess of the Heavenly Sect?" The sound of rattling chains echoed. Her already short stature of one meter fifty, her plump body dragging heavy shackles, she took heavy, clumsy steps and knelt on the ground. She looked up. Her waist-length golden hair, as dazzling as sunlight, cascaded like silk over her shoulders. A black hood covered her hair, making her radiant even in the dim, damp cell. Beneath her slender willow brows were a pair of bright, piercing eyes that seemed to captivate the soul. A delicate, upturned nose, her cheeks faintly flushed, her small mouth crystal clear. Her unadorned face was clean and natural, her exquisite features making one instinctively wonder, "Is this an angel?" What was even more stunning was her aloof and noble aura. Simply standing there, she possessed a beauty that transcended the mundane world. "So, it was the infamous Saintess of the Heavenly Sect who captured me," George said, his expression odd as he looked at the renowned Saintess. His gaze was incredibly complex, and his heart was filled with regret. The Saintess of the Heavenly Sect was named Delilah. She was adopted by the Heavenly Sect from a young age. The sect leader regarded her as his successor and personally trained her in magic and combat skills. Under her diligent cultivation, despite the increasingly stringent and demanding selection criteria for Saintesses over the years, she easily became the "most talented Saintess in nearly a thousand years" and "the youngest Saintess in the history of the Heavenly Sect."

George, however, walked away, counting down in his mind. When he reached three... "Wait..." Delis came before him, clenching her fists, her voice trembling, "Can you train me strictly, and tie me up during training? That way, I won't hurt you." She simply couldn't accept that the fantasy version of herself was so pathetic in his eyes. At this moment, she was desperately seeking validation, needing to prove she wasn't as useless as he imagined. Seeing this, a triumphant smirk played on George's lips, knowing his previous belittling and denigration had begun to take effect. Especially when dealing with someone of Delis's status, to make her completely subservient. The first step was to strip away her shame bit by bit, while utterly destroying her dignity and making her doubt herself. Only then could he ensure she would never be able to hold her head up in front of him again. With this thought, George stopped, his expression returning to impassive as he turned. He glanced at the slightly uneasy Saintess of the Heavenly Sect and sighed softly, "Sigh, if you insist, it's not impossible." Upon hearing this, Delis looked up in surprise. "But..." George drew out the word, his face feigning seriousness. Under the girl's expectant gaze, he said with utmost solemnity, "Given your transgression this time, merely tying you up is far from enough. I must also impose a corresponding punishment." "I..." Delis bit her lip, steeling herself, "I accept the punishment." At worst, it would be a spanking. After her first experience, she felt it wasn't that unbearable. "This punishment is..." George rubbed his hands together, a wicked grin spreading across his face, "to insert something into the Saintess's urethra." "W-what?" Delis's bright eyes widened, her voice stammering, her expression frozen. Instinctively, she wanted to refuse. This request was utterly absurd and excessive. If it were the Delis of a few days ago, she would have refused outright. But now, caught between guilt, self-recrimination, and self-doubt, she had no time to make a rational judgment. "I said, I want to insert a punitive device into the Saintess's urethra," George stated calmly, showing no hint of the tumultuous thoughts swirling within him. This process of luring the renowned Saintess of the Heavenly Sect step by step into his trap, this seduction and conditioning, gave him a sense of exhilaration as if he had conquered the world. "B-but, that place, that place," Delis stammered incoherently, desperately pulling at her already short skirt, trying to find some semblance of security. She couldn't even utter the word "urethra," let alone comprehend that such a place could be controlled. George's eyes gleamed with lust, unwilling to back down. He enunciated each word, "It's just inserting something into your urethra, it won't affect anything." Seeing Delis lower her head in silence, George pressed his advantage, not giving her time to think. He put on a show of leaving, his voice laced with a mocking sneer, "As expected, the Saintess was just deceiving me, wasn't she? You claimed you wanted me to train you with all my might, but the moment I try to do something to you, you always put on this act." "No, it's not like that," Delis's pretty face flushed crimson, as if her blood pressure had maxed out. A soft, almost moaning sound escaped her lips, "It's just... that position... it's too, too shameful."

　　The only way to help Sister-sama sneak in is to truly emulate a slave, ah! 　　Thinking of this, she clenched her fists, her emotions gradually stabilized, her gaze swept over a hint of hard determination, and she said in a deep voice, "Come on, tie me up, I won't resist." 　　Saying that, she silently put her hands behind her back, holding her head high and chest out, skimming her cheeks, her mind conjured up a picture of herself as if she were a chaste prisoner of war stepping into the execution ground, about to lay down her life for the sake of justice. 　　When she thought about it, she could clearly feel that she was about to be bound with less humiliation and more pride, which was her subconscious self-compassion that was working. 　　She actually agreed to this? This bitch can't really be a masochist, can she, George gulped, although in his mind he had thought that the other party would agree, he was still a little nervous when the other party really posed as if she was in bondage and handed over her freedom. 　　George with mixed feelings took out the rope that used to be specialized in dealing with high grade powerhouses, shook it off, and came behind the young girl who was dressed in a lascivious outfit. 　　It smelled so good, he twitched his nose, the Delice who had stripped off her nun's uniform and was only wearing one-piece flesh silk was filled with an even clearer ethereal scent, so silky that it simply set one's heart on fire. 　　Despite George's attempts to disguise his exhalations, Dolores was keenly aware of the heat of the nostrils behind her, and before she had time to think about it, she felt her arms being grabbed by the man and twisted behind her in an "X" position. 　　Then, George took the rope around her wrists, each circle is very hard, pull the rope taut, and then continue to bind the next circle, after five circles horizontally, and then vertically to the wrists tied five times, tied a good knot. 　　At the beginning of the Dalis face is not much expression, slowly, the hands of the tightening feeling gradually deepen, arm tightening also make her have to straighten up the waist, head up. 　　"Hmm~! It's so tight .... What kind of tying method is this .... Both hands can't move." Dalis frowned, having never received bondage before, she was under the impression that it was simply restricting her limbs, but after experiencing it in person she felt that it wasn't that simple. 　　The ropes binding her hands were strangled very tightly, the rough ropes not only bound her hands firmly together without leaving a single gap, her simple attempts to twist her hands only caused the ropes to strangle deeper into her skin without the slightest sign of loosening. 　　"This is a tying method specifically used to discipline nuns, as the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Sect, do you not even know this?" George seemed to see the young girl's doubt, and asked with his mouth backwards, but his hands didn't stop for a second, and after binding the arms, he wrapped them around the back of the young girl's neck, going from the front shoulder around the armpit, and coming behind her to tie them together with her hands. 　　Then, the rope passed through the rope buckle hanging in the back of the neck that had already been prepared in advance, and pulled downward with force. 　　I haven't made a mistake, how would I know this kind of, Dalis wondered in her mind and whispered, "No .... Eh ah~!" 　　Halfway through her words, a panicked chortle came out of her mouth, feeling the back of her neck and her bound arms directly form a force, which tugged her arms had to be raised upwards, her head tilted back, and her already plump breasts . Her head was tilted back, and her already large breasts became more and more erect in this position. Standing, behind the arms were also pulled to the limit by the rope, firmly tied to the back of the head can not move. 　　"This... is this also the method of tying up a Sister of Discipline? It's also too harsh." Dalis half-closed one eye, a hint of pain flashed in her eyes, the head that was forced to be tilted back was almost able to touch her fingers, and the slightest movement of the arms that were hanging backward behind her neck, she would feel a sharp pain coming from the joints of her hands. 　　George, however, ignored her, but concentrated on binding up, after completing the binding of the arms, he continued to shake out a bundle of rope, strangled in the young girl forward to show off the upper and lower part of the breasts, large double . Breasts were only covered by a thin layer of silk, and after the rope was wrapped around the roots, they were quickly strangled a few points larger. 　　Then George pulled the rope to continue on the body of the young girl skillfully wandering, left and right tugging, pulling out a neat regular diamond-shaped rope net, rope net hard to the already flat waist, strangling more detailed. The arms were also wrapped in ropes and bound together with the body.

If this were to get out, her ruin would be the least of it; the Heavenly Sect's Holy See would be shamed and ridiculed by the world, and that would be a disaster of immense proportions. "What? The Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Sect is a lustful hussy?" "They say the Holy Maiden's first time was taken by a rope?" "The most outstanding Holy Maiden in a thousand years... all because of a rope..." Delis's burning body suddenly erupted in goosebumps. She quickly composed herself, forcing herself to calm down. But the seductive silk garment, which enveloped nearly every inch of her body, had already begun to ferment with aphrodisiacs. Under such circumstances, she found it impossible to muster any strength. Her only thought was to struggle, to make the ropes tighten around her even more. This thought startled Delis, and she immediately bit down hard on the gag, forcing such indecent thoughts out of her mind. However, this resolve lasted only a few seconds. "Mmmph mmmph~? Nnnngh!" (This is so uncomfortable, I want the rope to rub me... No, what am I doing? Hold on, Delis, don't make a mistake! But... this is the only way to feel good, nnnngh.) (Nnnngh~ So uncomfortable, Delis... uncomfortable.) Delis let out delicate moans from her mouth, her body, stretched to its limit in the horse-straddle position, trembled with waves of pleasure. Her fingers clenched into fists as terrifying ecstasy built within her, like a tidal wave threatening to engulf her. "Nnnngh~!? Mmmph mmmph~!" (No, I can't... it's itching again. Just a little, I'll just rub a little. If it doesn't tighten, I... I won't be able to last this long.) Delis blinked her dewy, half-closed seductive eyes, a flush rising on her pretty face. She thrashed her body with all her might, lifting off the ground. Her pair of fair, enormous breasts, suspended in mid-air, swayed from side to side. At this moment, the ropes began to feel increasingly tight against her. Especially the wicked knot that had already burrowed deep into the crevice of her cunt. Every slight movement she made caused the rough knot to joyfully tease and collide with her tender flesh, pushing further inside. Delis, already depleted of strength, was quickly drained by the friction of the knot, her vision blurring as she lost all energy. "Mmmph mmmph~? Mmmph mmmph~!" (Damn it, that place... how can it make me lose all my strength.) Delis, breathing heavily, found another excuse for herself. The rope was clearly bringing her a sense of pleasure, but she was unwilling to admit it. When her strength recovered slightly, she once again twisted her arms, which felt like switches, and the ropes binding her entire body immediately activated. A small twist of her wrists pulled on the ropes around her crotch, causing the rough knot, already deeply embedded, to begin its relentless friction once more. "Nnnngh~? Ohhh~?!" (No, this is bad, it's... it's real.) Delis's eyes widened, her entire body convulsing violently. Her soft legs began to exert force against the stimulation, pulling her arms along in their thrashing. Her stimulated vagina began to swell and become engorged. The fluids that flowed out, like an incontinence, slowly streamed from her cunt.

A pair of slender, alluring legs were also encased in light gray, hazy stockings. The thin gray silk revealed the pale flesh tone of the girl's legs, and the misty texture made one wonder if these exquisite legs were indeed wearing stockings. Her delicate feet were shod in twelve-centimeter black stilettos with pointed toes, forcing her pearly toes to curl inward, unable to move. Her ankles were bound by an invisible transparent strap, with a small lock attached to the side, controlling her delicate feet and preventing her from removing them herself without a key. Delice bit her red lips tightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. Her narrow eyes were filled with a hazy, alluring gaze, as if endless desire swirled in her heart. It had only been a few days, yet this chaste maiden, subjected to forced abstinence, felt as though decades had passed. She suffered the bitter consequences of the aphrodisiac's erosion, her labia rubbing against the chastity device until they rolled, yet she could not resist the relentless surge of desire within her. Adding to her woes, the urine in her urethra began to press against the locked urethral opening, a strong urge to urinate overwhelming her. The last time Delice had needed to relieve herself, George had presented her with a condition: to have chastity rings implanted on her body. At that point, she could no longer endure and had agreed to his demands, allowing him to place several chastity rings on her nipples and labia. Delice had initially thought they were merely ordinary fetish accessories, but she was surprised to discover they held a hidden secret. After they were attached, she found that her nipples and labia were in a state of heightened arousal almost every moment, and her body had become visibly more sensitive. She recalled the night before, Delice's head thrown back, a thin sheen of sweat on her fair forehead, her delicate brows furrowed. Her moist, beautiful eyes were half-closed, her mouth, completely filled with a gag and a wet silk garment, emitting a pitiful, alluring moan. Her body was bound in a spread-eagle position and suspended in mid-air, leaving her no room to struggle. However, her urgent moans disturbed George, who was resting in bed. He strode to the girl, removed her gag and the wet silk garment, and said expressionlessly, "What is it? In the middle of the night, do you want me to throw you out on the street?" "N-no, Master!" Delice pressed her red lips together, her gaze darting away as she lowered her head. "This bitch... is uncomfortable!" "What are you uncomfortable about, you stinking whore? Don't you sleep hanging like this every day? Why can't you handle it now?" George frowned, holding the wet silk garment as if to stuff it back into her mouth. "No, don't... Master." Delice turned her pretty face away in terror, but this only made her pant harder. Forgetting her shame, she whispered, "This bitch needs to... relieve herself." George understood, but feigned ignorance. "What did you say?" "Begging Master, to let this bitch relieve herself," Delice said, her pretty face flushing with shame. "Relieve yourself in the middle of the night? It's not time yet. Didn't I say you had to hold it for three days? It's only been one!" George pretended to be displeased, a malicious smile spreading across his lips. "Master... this bitch can't hold it anymore, please... please." Delice bit her lower lip tightly, fine beads of sweat appearing on her smooth forehead and pretty nose, her cheeks flushed. Her beautiful eyes blinked as if about to shed tears. "Horny bitch, it's not time yet," George said, playing with her chin. "If you want to pee early, you have to accept the punishment obediently. You need to think carefully." Hearing this, Delice's brows twitched. She lowered her beautiful eyes, hesitating and conflicted, before closing them. Finally, resigned, she lowered her head and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "I beg Master to let this bitch relieve herself. This bitch... is willing to accept Master's... punishment." This wicked master presented her with a choice of two options, but when she truly experienced it, she realized there was no choice at all. The end result was always the same: she was forced to beg him for punishment. But she was powerless to change it. The blocked urge to urinate was unbearable. Even if she endured it this time, she suspected he would devise even more cruel methods to force her next time. It was better to just comply with his will and avoid the physical torment. Hearing the girl's plea, George nodded with satisfaction. He took out a urethral tube, pulled the tube, and squeezed it between the girl's thighs, connecting it to the urethral lock beneath her crotch. He opened the valve and sneered, "Pee!" Delice, her face flushed, hadn't expected him to have such a method. He made her pee without even untying her ropes. But the accumulated urge had already reached its limit. Without time to think, Delice let out a muffled groan, a fine moan escaping her nostrils. She slowly relieved the urine that had tormented her for so long through the urethral tube. Then, hearing the sound of liquid falling into a basin, she felt a wave of dizziness. She felt like a doll, her freedom controlled by someone else. As the urine drained, Delice's tense body relaxed. However, urinating in this position was torture for her. She had no strength to exert, and the urethral opening was clearly very small, requiring her to strain considerably to direct the urine into the tube. By the time she finished urinating, she felt completely dazed. George then re-blocked her mouth and locked her urethra.

Delys's exquisite face flushed crimson, her bright, beautiful eyes falling upon the man at her feet. She released her black-stockinged foot and said coldly, "Get up." "Yes! Saintess!" George feigned dusting himself off, kneeling on the ground, his gaze fixed on her sparkling, black-stockinged toes. "Are they pretty?" the cold female voice echoed in his ears. George instinctively replied, "Pretty, ah no, ah no, Saintess, I didn't mean to!" He became flustered, lowering his head even further, not daring to look at her. Delys snorted coldly, casting a sidelong glance at the man. If he weren't the most suitable candidate at the moment, she would never have allowed a death row inmate to assist her. She suddenly thought of something, touched herself between her legs, and her gaze coldly fixed on him. "What did I put down there?" George still kept his head down and let out an "Ah," awkwardly saying, "That's a urethral lock and an anal plug. They're essential tools for slaves. You said you were afraid you wouldn't be used to it, so you asked me to install them for you in advance!" "What?" Delys's voice suddenly rose, as if she had seen a ghost. Her urethra and backside were actually locked with such things. Did that mean her nipple rings and labia rings were also installed this way? Delys's lips trembled, her delicate body quivered, and she bitterly smiled to herself. Sister, you've really gone too far this time! Her sister was inexperienced and knew nothing about these lewd devices, nor did she understand their effects and the severity of their implications. A woman fitted with these devices had her lifeline locked, and even basic bodily functions like excretion were under someone else's control. Even a powerful main personality would find it difficult to remove them easily. After all, these lewd devices were designed entirely to exploit women's vulnerable organs. They could not be removed without violence. The urethral plug was completely submerged within the urethra, leaving no part exposed that could be used as leverage. Delys had already tested this point earlier while hanging from the chandelier. The foreign object inserted into her urethra was completely deep inside, and her fingers couldn't find any purchase to pull it out. At the time, she hadn't realized they were a urethral lock and an anal plug, merely feeling an inexplicable discomfort. As for the anal plug's handle, she couldn't pull it out at all. Any excessive force only caused her pain, making her even more hesitant to act rashly. Damn it! They've locked these things in, and I can't get them out... Delys's pretty face darkened, a murderous intent surging in her clear, cold eyes. "How do I unlock these things?" George looked up, glancing at her strangely. He asked with confusion, "Saintess, you made these yourself. The control runes are also in your hands. To unlock them, you'll have to do it yourself." Delys's high and cold, pretty face stared at him expressionlessly. After a few seconds, she let out a cold snort. Then, a relieved expression, as if to say "As expected," appeared on her face. She thought to herself, No wonder I felt familiar runes on them. So this was my sister's contingency plan.

"Ahhh~ No, don't pull, ohhh ohhh~ Ahhh!" Piteous pleas of humiliation erupted from Delice's lips. Her body, tightly bound by ropes, writhed. She tried to bend over, but the corset prevented her from fully lowering herself, and the sixteen-centimeter heels made it incredibly difficult to even stand upright. "This... it's actually real? You actually captured that devil?" The contact's eyes widened. He got up from the ground, hesitated, and asked, "It really is that woman. Won't binding her like this cause problems?" "Don't worry, I used the saintess restraint tools you guys made. What's binding her is the infamous Hellblood Rope," George said, raising his head confidently, his tone filled with pride. "To deal with her, I specifically tightened the corset to the maximum, ensuring every breath she takes is difficult. Combined with her hands tied behind her back and her neck suspended, even a slight gasp for air will make her feel on the verge of suffocation, leaving her with no strength to struggle." "I've also bound her fingers with special threads and then wrapped them with the tape you provided, ensuring not a single finger can move, let alone untie the ropes." "Here comes the main part!" George smiled slightly and introduced, "I've also inserted a magic-sealing vibrator into her vagina. Coupled with the highest-grade magic-nullifying collar and nipple clamps, with these three measures working together, her magic is probably in complete disarray." "I've also put on bracelets that weaken her strength and shackled her limbs with handcuffs and leg irons. The high heels on her feet and the dress she's wearing are also part of a combined sealing formation. I won't bore you with the details, just know that no matter how powerful she is, she can't escape." George arrogantly rubbed his hands over Delice's breasts, demonstrating as he explained. It was as if he was saying that this aloof and noble Heavenly Sect saintess had, under the binding and restraint of these numerous tools, been completely transformed into a beautiful, helpless flesh toy with no ability to resist. The contact listened, dumbfounded, his gaze fixed on Delice, a look of shock on his face. "Tell me quickly, how did you do it?" Beside him, Delice's delicate body trembled. The blush on her face spread to her earlobes. Her angry eyes were watery, her gaze flickering with endless shyness. The humiliation inflicted by the other party made the girl feel like she was about to shatter. Her proud heart was swallowed by this disgrace. After all, the dignified Heavenly Sect saintess had been captured and bound by an insignificant nobody, and then brought before her former adversary to be humiliated to her heart's content. There was nothing more mortifying than this. "Is this something you're allowed to know?" George asked with a look of disdain, impatiently. "Hurry up and let me see Lord Timmy." "Wait a moment, I'll report it!" The contact hesitated and then stumbled away. Not long after, the contact reappeared, holding a box and placing it on the ground. He said excitedly, "I told Lord Timmy. He said you did a good job, but these restraints aren't enough. You must use the items in this box on her, and then follow the instructions inside to meet Lord Timmy." "No problem, you can come with me," George said. He opened the box in front of them and, with the contact's help, took out a pair of shackles with iron balls weighing thirty kilograms each. He then fastened them onto the girl's ankles, which were wrapped in white stockings. Then, George reinserted the horse gag into Delice's mouth, along with the nose hook and blindfold. During this process, the girl had thought about resisting, but facing such a high level of restraint and binding, she ultimately appeared so weak and helpless. Soon, Delice was once again in a state of sensory deprivation, unable to see or speak. Next, George took out an anal hook, tied the upper end to Delice's hands, and the lower "J" hook was then attached to her anal plug.

Those who saw her as their dream lover would have their faith utterly shattered. "Mmmph~ Ahh-oh-oh-oh~!" Ruan Yutong's sluggish mind was now a complete mess, her mouth spewing only meaningless stutters. The electrical stimulation had made her body lose all control, trembling wildly. Especially the electrode pads on her inner thighs, the current surged into her private parts, electrocuting her into a state of utter disarray. Her labia felt like a dam bursting, spewing forth a torrent of lewd fluids. Gradually, the beautiful older sister's trembling subsided, her body stiffening, her pupils rolling back as if about to disappear. She was on the verge of being completely paralyzed by the electricity. At this moment, the satisfied Young Master Chen pressed the switch, turning off the high-tech electrode pads. Simultaneously, Ruan Yutong, kneeling on the ground and stimulated by the current, convulsed reflexively. Both her clitoris and her honey hole simultaneously ejaculated crystalline fluids, which mingled in the air, wetting the floor. "Haaah~ Ah-ha~!" A wave of exhaustion and weakness, as if she had been completely drained, washed over Ruan Yutong. She gasped for air, the semen in her mouth rippling under the movement of her tongue. Strands of her long golden hair clung to her forehead, sweat trickling down her temples and neck. Her cheeks were flushed with the tender beauty of post-abuse. Her sweat-slicked skin glowed white, and her body, tightly encased in a black bodysuit, felt as if every cell was pushed to its absolute limit. Young Master Chen smirked as he removed the gag from Ruan Yutong's mouth, closing her jaw with his hand. After confirming she had swallowed every last drop of [semen], he then unfastened the nipple clamps, anal hook, nose hook, and the restraints on her calves and ankles. He then lifted her up. Her limbs were still soft and weak after the electroshock, rendering her incapable of any resistance. She could only let him manipulate her body. The semen that had accumulated in her mouth was forced down her throat by his coercion, making her cough repeatedly, her face flushing crimson. The vibrator on her breasts continued to hum, delivering an extraordinary sensation. Young Master Chen locked bracelets onto her ankles, connected by a meter-long metal spreader bar, forcibly splaying her slender, shapely legs clad in black stockings, revealing her tight, delicate, pink honey hole. A strap, soaked dark by her fluids, pried her hole open into two halves. A few drops of crystalline, luminous liquid gathered on her clitoris like beads of water, slowly dripping between her legs. Her black-stockinged feet delicately rose onto their tiptoes, her precarious, glistening toes supporting her weight on the ground. The tender flesh of her toes was pressed into a blush-like vibrant color, a feast for the eyes. Her upper body was still adorned with a complex yet neat harness of ropes. The thumb-thick cords dug tightly into her skin, covered by the black stockings, causing her tender flesh to bulge around the ropes. The leather gloves were removed, her hands twisted behind her neck, and re-bound in a "reverse Guanyin" knot woven from rope, connected to a吊绳 (suspension rope) hanging from the ceiling. "What... what else do you want to do?" Ruan Yutong's eyes were half-closed and weak, her breathing ragged. The recent electroshock had temporarily suppressed the lust within her, but as soon as it ended, the feeling of being consumed by desire quickly returned. She felt as if her entire body was on fire, being manipulated and played with like a doll. For someone of her noble status, it was an immense humiliation. However, under his torture, she truly had no strength left to struggle. "Of course, I'm going to play with you fiercely," Young Master Chen said, unceremoniously kneading her soft, white breasts encased in black stockings. The flesh of her breasts molded like dough under his large hands, her pink nipples being pulled outwards. "Eeeek~ Ahhh~!" Ruan Yutong's sexy body, tightly bound by the ropes, writhed continuously. Her weak legs involuntarily tried to kick, but were firmly restrained by the ankle cuffs. The few toes supporting her weight could not be lifted. "You, you can only play with me like this. If you have the guts, untie my ropes, and I'll kick you down." Ruan Yutong's alluring, hazy phoenix eyes were moist, her cheeks flushed. Her expression was a mixture of anger and shyness, her glare utterly lacking in menace, instead giving off a teasing aura of reluctant surrender.

Her hands were twisted behind her back, palms facing upwards, forearms pressed together. Ropes began at her wrists, binding her entire jade-like arms securely. The ropes hanging from her wrists and the back of her neck forced her to arch her back, maintaining a posture of shame with her chest out and head held high. Any struggle from her hands would cause the intricate web of ropes, which pulled at every point, to yank at the bindings on her chest, neck, and between her legs, bringing intense stimulation from the pressure on her breasts, the constriction on her neck, and the friction in her crotch. Having so tightly restrained Ruan Yutong's upper body, these bailiffs naturally wouldn't neglect her lower half. Her pair of beautiful legs in black stockings were folded at the thigh and calf. Leather straps wrapped around her ankles and thighs no less than three times, forcing her to sit in a duck-like position within the prisoner cart. On her enchanting feet, clad in black stockings, were 18-centimeter leather ballet high-heeled boots. Her small feet were held perfectly straight, and her ankles were further secured by chains extending outwards. Though Ruan Yutong hadn't moved in a month, she had no doubt that once freed from her restraints, these boots alone would make it impossible for her to walk. Her crotch was tightly fitted with a metal chastity device, with dozens of pink wires extending outwards from its sides. The remote controls for these pink wires, like delicate little remotes, were arranged in two rows around Ruan Yutong's thighs in black stockings. Even while sitting still, she could hear the vibrating hum of vibrators colliding intensely from her crotch. Her pussy alone was filled with over thirty high-intensity vibrators. Though each was only thumb-sized, their sheer number caused the intense stimulation to multiply exponentially. Her clitoris and urethra were also locked down by specially designed vibrators, which not only stimulated her but also completely deprived her of the ability to urinate. From the underside of the chastity device sealing her lower body, copious amounts of honey-like fluid could be seen constantly overflowing. Periodically, the sides of the entire device would spray out incredibly exaggerated gushes of orgasmic fluid, forming a large pool of crystal-clear water beneath her. Fortunately, the bottom of the prisoner cart had a drain, and the bailiffs would periodically empty out this turbid, lust-filled fluid. Furthermore, rough chains extended from various points around the prisoner cart, all converging on Ruan Yutong in the center. Chains from almost every direction locked her neck, breasts, and waist, securing her firmly in place, unable to move. The taut chains, suspended in mid-air, prevented her from shifting her body or standing. These chains seemed deliberately designed to torment her, with chains locking her nipples from the left, right, and front. Even a slight breath caused her to feel the pull of chains from all directions, bringing tears to her eyes from the pain. The chain pulling her head upwards from her collar was also slightly shortened, forcing her to constantly hold her back straight, puffing out her targeted nipples, and lifting her head high. She even had to shift her buttocks upwards to lift her crotch off the ground, just to slightly loosen the extremely taut chains. The pleasant jingling sound that echoed throughout the prisoner cart came from bells that Young Master Chen had personally attached to her two voluptuous breasts a month ago. As they traveled, the bailiffs, to prevent her escape, had also hung bells on her ankles and collar, making the sound of bells all over her body even more piercing and delightful. Her once noble, beautiful, and world-shattering face from a month ago had, under the daily and nightly high-intensity administration of aphrodisiacs, gradually transformed into an expression of lewd infatuation. Her golden hair lay messily on her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her forehead. Her bright, radiant eyes were covered by a leather blindfold, and a metal gag was clamped between her lips. Her slightly protruding tongue dripped saliva like a puppy's. Her upturned nostrils panted rapidly, her cheeks flushed with the rosy glow of post-torture arousal. Her sweat-slicked skin shone with a pale luminescence. Combined with the black silk prisoner uniform, which resembled a fetish outfit, she presented an image of ultimate, decadent temptation. Such rigorous treatment was not only befitting a female prisoner but could even be described as fitting for the most wicked female demon in existence. This desperate and cruel treatment was something Ruan Yutong had never anticipated. The reason for her current predicament was simply that Young Master Chen had bribed the personnel accompanying the convoy with a considerable amount of gold and silver, instructing them to give Ruan Yutong special treatment at specific times. He had also secretly altered her original charges and, finally, presented her with this devilish prisoner cart, forged overnight.