The righteous journalist who sends a kidnapping play off will never fall to the forces of darkness.

In Fontaine, near the Steambird newspaper office, within a civilian residence, a pink-haired girl wearing a deep red hat sat on the floor, binding her fair legs with rope, loop by loop. She was draped in a deep red overcoat, her smooth shoulders half-exposed. Her bare legs, paired with dark red ankle boots, exuded a unique charm. Her bright pink short hair and emerald green eyes added a vibrant splash of color to her predominantly dark red attire. Her name was Charlotte, a reporter for the Steambird. "Truth above all, stories beyond compare" was her professional motto. To obtain firsthand information, she often risked her own safety to gather intelligence, which frequently led to her being captured and bound by villains. To better escape the next time she was caught, she resolved to practice her restraint-escaping techniques! However, as her practice sessions increased, her escape skills became more proficient, and she discovered something unbelievable about herself: She had actually come to enjoy the sensation of being bound! The ropes wound around her body, the tight embrace accompanied by the painful struggle of restricted breathing, her wrists firmly secured by the ropes, the subtle sensation of the coarse hemp digging into her delicate skin – each feeling was intoxicating, leading her thoughts astray. Charlotte didn't know when she had started to enjoy being bound, but now, she found herself unable to forget the feeling of being tightly restrained. Even when her escape techniques had become masterful, she still frequently bound herself, just to experience the helplessness and humiliation of being firmly held by ropes. Each time, she convinced herself that self-binding was for practicing her escape skills, but in reality, she knew deep down that this excuse was merely a self-deception, a futile attempt to fool herself. She had simply fallen in love with being bound. Now, she had prepared dozens of ropes, ready to bind herself from head to toe, leaving no room to move. As the brown hemp ropes circled her legs, Charlotte's cheeks involuntarily flushed, and her heart pounded like a startled deer. And this was just the beginning. Her method of binding her legs was simple yet effective. She first folded the rope in half, then threaded the end through the loop formed at the fold, creating a noose. She then passed her legs through the noose, tightened it, and proceeded to wrap the rope around her legs, loop by loop. Finally, she tied several vertical wraps around the horizontal coils, which both tightened the binding and made it more secure. She finished by tying a knot at the end and tucking it away within the tightly wound coils. Though simple, with this method, if she didn't untie the knot, she would never be able to break free, no matter how much she struggled and twisted for the rest of her life. Her ankles, clad in their ankle boots, were thus securely bound along with the footwear. Then, she repeated the process, binding her bare legs above and below the knees, and at the very top of her thighs. Her rounded, full thighs and her slender, shapely calves were now inextricably bound by the ropes. Adorned by the ropes, her originally bare, flawless, and lovely legs were now bound into segments, like tender lotus roots. Her beautiful flesh peeked through the gaps in the ropes, appearing incredibly alluring. Her heart beat faster, and her breathing became noticeably more rapid. This room was one she had rented, located right next to her workplace, the Steambird. Besides her superior, Croniie, no one else knew she lived here. And Croniie was a colleague who didn't pry into her subordinates' private lives. Therefore, binding herself here was absolutely safe. No one would ever discover her little hobby. She tried to twist her legs, feeling the absolute immobility caused by the ropes binding them tightly, and a sense of satisfaction welled up within her.

No, thinking this way makes me feel like a pervert. As a journalist of justice, bearing the righteous mission to report on all dark events, how can I compare myself to those villains of the dark forces? I'm just practicing restraint! That's right, that's it! I'm not a pervert who likes to be tightly bound! But no matter what her mind thought, her body's reaction was honest. It was as if every pore was opening, every cell was breathing, and she could clearly feel the level of her body's arousal. It seemed she had to go all out now, otherwise, before she finished binding herself, her body would give out first. She decided to speed up the binding process, to finish before her body became weak and limp all over. Next, she planned to use her own invented binding method to tie her wrists, arms, and ankles together. This would require the use of a hook and the pull of her body weight to tighten the ropes that her hands couldn't reach. In the center of the room, a gourd-shaped hook was already placed on the floor. It could be raised and lowered by a wireless remote control. The hook was fixed to the ceiling, and a rope was connected below it. There was a rope loop on each side of the rope. Currently, both the loops and the hook were on the ground. She would simply put her arms through the rope loops. The lower loop would catch her wrists, and the upper loop would catch her elbows. Once the hook was raised, under the pull of her body weight, both loops would tighten forcefully. As long as her body remained suspended, the loops could not loosen even a bit. The tightening of the loops would inevitably force her elbows and wrists together to the extreme, making them impossible to separate. Her bound wrists would not be able to reach the knots. As long as she wasn't lowered, she couldn't break free from the bonds. Self-bondage and suspension were a test of her physical strength and skill, but Charlotte had studied it many times, so she didn't hesitate much this time. She first tied her arms to her body, then skillfully threaded her arms through the rope loops. Next, she needed to connect the rope at her wrists to the rope at her ankles. She knelt on the ground, twisting her upper body backward, turning her head to connect the ropes at her hands and feet with her bound wrists. Then, she changed her position, lying on the ground, lifting her lower legs as high as possible and arching her upper body backward as much as she could. This brought the rope at her ankles and the rope at her wrists to their shortest distance. At this distance, she tightened the hobble restraints and tied two consecutive slipknots to prevent them from coming undone. Last time, because the knots weren't tied tightly enough, after hobbling herself, as soon as she was lifted, the knots came undone under the pull of her body weight, and she fell in a daze. So this time, she had to ensure the ropes were bound securely, without any room for error. With every movement, Charlotte could feel the knots at the crotch rope continuously rubbing against her garden, which made her increasingly shy and uncontrollably excited. Her face became more flushed, and her breathing grew more rapid. Next, she just needed to press the remote control in her pocket, raise the hook, and let her body weight tighten the ropes. Her self-bondage would be completely finished. Her wrists and elbows, pulled by the rope loops due to her body weight, couldn't be untied, and other areas had been meticulously secured by her, far more tightly than her wrists and elbows. She became more and more excited. Just thinking about being hobbled and suspended in mid-air, helplessly swaying, was almost too much to bear. Charlotte took a deep breath, calming herself slightly. Then, with her bound hands, she reached into her pocket, took out the remote control, and pressed the button!

　　At the end of her rope, she suddenly remembered that since that time when she was almost tied up and fed to the sharks, she had put a small paper-wrapped razor blade in the short boot of her left foot just in case, and the blade was hidden under the insole of her shoe! 　　As long as he could take off the boot and find the blade inside, he could totally rely on the blade to cut the rope! 　　Her eyes lit up, feeling as if she had come back from the dead and grabbed the straw that saved her life! 　　It mustn't be that she had misremembered ah! 　　Or else she would have completely planted herself here! 　　She grabbed her strength while she still had it, and began to move 　　Charlotte bent at the waist of her willow, her hands, which were tied behind her back by her joined elbows, stretched backward, while her calves lifted so that her feet were as far forward as they could go, and 　　With the overhanging teaming harness, it didn't take much effort for Charlotte to easily reach her boots with both hands, the 　　When she tried to remove the boots herself, however, Charlotte found a fatal problem, the 　　At the beginning of the self-bondage, the boots and legs, together with the rope tied up! 　　Which meant that in order to take off the boots, one would first have to untie the ropes! 　　Damn it! How did this happen! 　　His ankles were the first to be bound, and in order not to be easily broken free, after the binding was completed, he purposely tied a dead knot, and hid the dead knot inside the rope loop. 　　Who would have thought that now instead of self-inflicted suffering cocoon! Because the boots were tied together by the rope and could not be taken off! 　　Damn it! Why didn't you take off your shoes before tying them? 　　However, Charlotte thought on second thought that if she took off her boots, the blades would now be on the ground along with the boots, and that would lose the blades instead. 　　Luckily, she hadn't taken off her shoes before. 　　It was now a matter of urgency to remove the shoes and find the blades, hidden under the insoles of the shoes. 　　Continuing in the same position as earlier, she used her hands, which were tied together, to undo the hanging buckle of her short left boot, the 　　In the teaming position, with her hands not too far from the soles of her feet, Charlotte easily undid the buckle that 　　The next step was to attempt to remove the boot, the 　　She rubbed her ankles back and forth, trying to make the ropes around her ankles as loose as possible, but because of the vertical tightening of the ropes before, the ankles were strangled to the point of being as tight as they could be on their own, and because of the team ropes the connecting ropes in the middle of the wrists and the ankles were being tugged together by their own weight, the 　　So even if one rubbed one's calves frantically, the rope became looser to a minuscule degree. 　　But Charlotte was not discouraged; rubbing her legs did not help, so she whirled and rubbed her boots, and there was always a chance of getting them off. 　　The young girl's legs were covered with only a leg-ring, and on the leg-ring was a small bag containing a few small things that 　　Other than that, it was bare legs from her thighs all the way down to her ankles. 　　The young girl's skin was smooth, but because she had been enjoying the pleasure of being tied up just now, coupled with the squeeze of the strand ropes and [X_X], her whole body was covered in a layer of fine sweat at the moment, but fortunately, she was wearing a pair of white short socks on her own feet, and it didn't add much friction due to the sweat. 　　She crossed her calves as far as she could so that the rope would be a bit slack, then held the heel behind her back and tugged and pulled from side to side, bit by bit, to try and remove the short boots, the 　　The effort was not enough, as the boots were designed to be able to be worn on the legs, so they were designed to leave enough of a gap between the shaft of the boot and the calf so that the soles of the young girl's feet could have enough room to wear the boots, the 　　So even though she had strangled the rope herself, the gap between the boot and the calf still allowed Charlotte to find the opportunity to successfully remove the boot! 　　The moment it came off, Charlotte was overjoyed! 　　Although she couldn't see the boots on her feet because of her team horse position, she was perfectly able to perform all actions with the touch of her hands and the soles of her feet, the 　　Finding the blades in the short boots also became a nail-biter. 　　After the boots with a hint of heat were taken off by Charlotte, the delicate feet of the young girl wearing only white short socks were exposed to the air. 　　Through the white cotton socks one could faintly see the lovely outline of the five toes, forming a nice and graceful shape, the 　　And on the white cotton socks just exposed in the air, because of the temperature difference, you can also faintly see a trace of mist. 　　I don't know whether it was the sweat beads on the bottom of the girl's feet that had soaked the white cotton socks, or whether it was because the hot air in the boots had liquefied when it met the cold. 　　The tip of the young girl's foot was curled up because of the team's hanging restraints, and because of the wrapping of the white socks, it was shaped like a frightened fish, which looked very cute. 　　The girl who was suspended in mid-air by the horse, now wearing only white socks on one foot and a dark red boot on the other, began to feel around in her boot with both hands. 　　While her fingers were searching in the boots, a touch of redness stained the young girl's pretty face, the 　　It's so hot inside the boots, I don't know if there's any smell, will the smell spread to my hands if I touch them like this? 　　Charlotte knew that her imminent release from bondage had become an established fact, and her thoughts couldn't help but begin to wander. 　　And then, she hurriedly shook her head and 　　What are you thinking about, hurry up and find the blades, your own training for this time to get out of bondage, it will be a perfect end! 　　However, Charlotte had felt around in her boots for half a day, the soles and the barrels, and had even taken the hot insoles out of her boots, the 　　only to discover, to her horror, that there was no blade in the boot at all!

Even for a seasoned truth-seeker, adept at escape artistry, this was an unheard-of feat. Charlotte didn't notice that the razor blade she'd tucked into her sleeve had been replaced; what she'd secreted away was merely a useless sliver of paper. The woman hadn't anticipated Charlotte's intention wasn't escape, but rather to play the long game, to turn the tables and investigate her organization. Now, Charlotte hung suspended, her most unbearable discomfort the feel of the sock in her mouth, the faint, foul odor of her own hosiery tickling her nostrils. The girl thought, burning with shame and fury, *If I don't avenge this, I'm no journalist!* Charlotte felt profoundly insulted. She swore inwardly that if she couldn't expose their crimes and bring them to justice, she'd abandon journalism forever! Currently, Charlotte was bound upside down, a "spread eagle" suspension, her dark crimson boots still on the floor. Her right sock had been removed, revealing a delicate, bare foot, while her left foot remained clad in its white cotton sock. Mouth gagged, limbs bound tight, she appeared pathetic and helpless, But within her, a fierce fire blazed, As a journalist dedicated to justice, she would fight the dark forces to the bitter end, never yielding! A few minutes later, Charlotte saw two figures enter and immediately cried out. "Mmph, Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph!!" (Bastards, get this sock out of my mouth!!) The woman gazed at the struggling reporter, a smile playing on her lips. "What's that? You want me to stuff your other sock in there too?" "What, do you find the smell of socks so appealing?" Charlotte's face flushed a deeper crimson, like a perfectly ripe crab, at the woman's words. "Hahahaha." Hearing the woman's mockery, a wave of shame washed over her. "If you want it so badly, I could put my own stockings in your mouth. How about that?" Meeting Charlotte's terrified and furious gaze, the woman kicked off her heels. Her left foot, clad in a black stocking reinforced at the toe, touched the floor. She bent down, preparing to peel off the sheer, black lace. Charlotte's eyes widened in utter disbelief. *Damn it, after enduring the humiliation of having my own sock in my mouth for the sake of uncovering the truth, do I now have to gag on this woman's foul stocking?!* "Hahaha, little darling, I love that look on your face!" At this point, the man spoke. "Enough playing around, it's time to go." Charlotte felt a blindfold being placed over her eyes, and then consciousness slipped away.

She had been lying on the ground, her hands pinned behind her back. When the pull on her neck came, she was lifted like a chick, utterly incapable of resistance, only to be dragged by the rope, her body forced upwards. Otherwise, her neck would snap! However, with her entire body bound, standing up was no easy feat. The woman merely kept turning the crank, showing no intention of helping her up. Charlotte had no choice. To prevent her neck from being twisted off, she had to push her physical limits. Her feet, clad in only one white sock, pushed against the ground, forcing herself to stand as much as possible. Her hands, bound behind her back, could offer no leverage. Her fingers flailed wildly in the air, grasping for something, anything, but found nothing to support her. She could only slowly rise using the soles of her feet and the rope. After all, if she didn't stand up soon, she wouldn't be able to breathe! Fortunately, Charlotte was accustomed to moving while bound due to her frequent self-bondage. Thus, while the process of standing was incredibly strenuous, it wasn't entirely impossible. What was truly terrifying was that after forcing her to stand fully, the woman continued to turn the crank, raising the height of the rope around her neck! "Mmph mmph mmph?!" Charlotte could no longer speak clearly, choked by the rope. Inside, she screamed frantically, Stop turning! I can't breathe!!! It's so tight!! My neck!! It hurts!!! Damn woman, stop pulling, are you trying to hang me! I can't, I can't!! Please, stop pulling!! But no matter how much Charlotte complained in her mind, the woman's turning speed did not falter. Just as she had said: no mercy for runaway merchandise. At one point, Charlotte felt as though she was about to suffocate and die. As she was lifted higher, Charlotte had to stand on her tiptoes to alleviate the pressure on her neck. With each increase in the rope's height, her tiptoeing became more pronounced. With her hands and feet tightly bound, even standing up made her feel the rope brutally constricting her body. When she stood on her tiptoes, this sensation intensified, as if her entire space for survival was being stripped away by the rope. As the rope ascended, her head was forced upwards at a 45-degree angle to ease the tightening and the [X_X] sensation of the rope around her neck. Charlotte's tiptoes rose higher and higher. Even as she looked at the woman with pleading eyes, the woman showed no reaction. She just kept turning the crank, raising the height, and made no move to help her. Because she was wearing a mask, Charlotte couldn't see the woman's facial expression, nor could she guess her thoughts. She was consumed by terror. Facing the unknown, the girl who had sought the truth now regretted her actions. Damn it, I should never have let myself be captured on purpose! I had chances to escape when I was at home. Now, it's all over! It was clear they intended to kill her. Even if I could get the razor blade from my sleeve now, there wouldn't be enough time to get free! No, I still have so much to do, I can't die here! A fierce will to survive drove Charlotte to struggle with all her might, trying to break free from the ropes and escape. However, let alone a slender young girl, even an elephant, bound in this manner, would be utterly incapable of breaking free. To relieve the pressure on her neck, Charlotte's tiptoes had to rise higher and higher. From her toes barely lifting off the ground initially, to her entire soles becoming almost perpendicular to the ground! "Mmph mmph!!"

What if she and her accomplice were watching nearby, and she was alone? Even if she managed to free herself with the blade, she wouldn't be a match for them. The blade was her only trump card, and she absolutely couldn't reveal it. This was the most crucial tool for her escape, and she couldn't use it unless it was absolutely necessary. Although she was suffering immensely, with the constant risk of suffocating, she felt she could hold on for a while longer. The other party had gone to such lengths to tie her up here, it likely wasn't for her life. Otherwise, they would have ended her by now. She absolutely should not use the blade unless it was a last resort. Charlotte formulated a plan, made up her mind, and decided to wait and see what happened. Now, all she could do was wait. Easier said than done, but every second, Charlotte felt like she was being roasted alive. She couldn't stand, couldn't sit, couldn't hide, couldn't yield. She was in agony. Her toes had to be constantly pointed, supporting her weight at an almost vertical angle. Even so, the rope still dug tightly into her neck. No matter how high she pointed her toes, it only offered a slight reprieve. Her life force was draining away with every passing second. Her toes ached unbearably, and her calves trembled intermittently. Damn it, the height is too much, it's so uncomfortable... If only there was a way to lower the height a little. Charlotte looked around, her gaze falling on the crank fixed to the wall. It was this that the woman had turned, slowly hoisting her into this agonizing, neither-here-nor-there position. She could have easily killed me, but she chose to torture me instead. The thought of her made Charlotte furious. Damn it, if you've got the guts, kill me! What kind of skill is this, playing with me like this, suspended in limbo! But no matter how angry she was, the woman wasn't here. She had no one to direct her curses at. The immediate priority was to find a way to lower the rope. She couldn't hold this position with her toes pointed so high for a whole day. She took a deep breath and tried to move towards the crank. Her feet, pointed high, shuffled forward inch by agonizing inch. Her delicate toes used the friction of the ground, alternating between her left and right foot, moving slowly. However, after only a few attempts, the rope mercilessly held her in place. A distance that would normally take a few steps to cover felt like an insurmountable chasm to Charlotte, suspended on her tiptoes, forever out of reach. So close, yet so far. Her bound hands also tried to reach forward, but the distance was a mere drop in the ocean, with no possibility of reaching. Charlotte, who had been holding her breath for so long, could no longer endure it. She quickly returned to her original position, instinctively wanting to gasp for air. But due to the restriction of the rope, only her cute little nose could flutter open and closed. Her mouth was so constricted by the rope that she couldn't open it at all. Charlotte's two attempts were both in vain. Instead, the feeling of suffocation intensified. Damn it, if this continues, I'll be dead before I can even uncover the truth. I have to find a way! I must lower the rope! If only there was something I could use to prop myself up. Damn it, if I were still wearing my shoes, I wouldn't be this uncomfortable.

"I was going to use this thing, but it looks like it won't be needed now," the woman said, holding up a toy. Charlotte opened her eyes and looked at the banana-shaped pink toy in the woman's hand. She knew what it was for without even thinking, and a flicker of desire and anticipation flashed in her eyes. Before, when she had tied herself up in her rented room, she had wanted to masturbate to orgasm, but had gotten stuck halfway. She had managed to insert a [X_X] but it had no power, and it ended unsatisfyingly. Now, the thing in the woman's hand would undoubtedly allow her to reach her peak without any reservations! The cat-faced woman keenly sensed this and said with a playful smirk, "Other meat-bags are terrified of this thing, but you're actually looking forward to it." "Hey, if you tell me your colleague's contact information, I might consider shoving this inside you." The woman said, shaking the toy in her hand so Charlotte could get a good look. It was about ten centimeters long, with smooth lines and a delicate surface. At about three centimeters, there was a slight protrusion specifically designed to stimulate the G-spot. Charlotte couldn't even imagine how good it would feel when it buzzed inside her. However, the woman's words brought Charlotte back to a semblance of clarity. What did she want her colleague's contact information for? To call and demand ransom? No, these people had never asked for ransom before. Did they want to go after her colleagues, not content with kidnapping her? She had brought this upon herself, but she absolutely couldn't let her colleagues be kidnapped too! "You... you wish..." Because the rope was tight around her neck, Charlotte had to stand on her tiptoes and grit her teeth to force out these words from her throat. After speaking, she began to pant heavily. The woman was surprised that Charlotte refused, her tone slightly astonished. "This little girl is quite loyal." "I just don't know if your mouth down there is as tough as your mouth up there." "Based on my experience, you'll be begging for mercy within five minutes of me putting this inside you." With that, the cat-faced woman leaned down, ready to insert the toy. Suddenly, she had a change of heart. Wait, no, what's a punishment for others seems like a reward for her. What should I do? My experience with disciplining others doesn't seem to apply here. How about I do the opposite? Use aphrodisiacs and edging, and see her reaction? Hmm... that seems feasible. The woman thought to herself as she lifted Charlotte's dress, revealing her thin panties. Then, she took out a small knife from her pocket and cut open the crotch of Charlotte's panties. It was then that she discovered that the "meat-bag" in front of her had something stuffed between her legs! Her expression was strange, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say. She had tied up so many "meat-bags" before, but this was the first time she had encountered someone who stuffed a toy inside themselves before being tied up! As she thought this, the cat-faced woman poked the bottom of the vibrating toy with her finger. "Mmm~~"