The Story of the Police Flower Bondage

Dai Lingyao's lust surged like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her, a raging fire burning through her mind. Her cheeks were like ripe apples, a deep crimson spreading to the roots of her ears. Her eyes held a daze, yet concealed a shyness, a complex expression pulled by desire. She parted her lips slightly, panting softly, her long, straight legs seemingly drawn by an invisible force, slowly separating. Her delicate, fair skin, caressed by the soft light, glowed with a captivating luster like jade, as if inviting more attention. Next, she bent slightly, her body trembling, her movements both clumsy and filled with an irrepressible urgency. She carefully slipped her slender ankles into the cold leather cuffs. The moment metal met skin, a chill spread rapidly from her ankles, making her let out a soft moan. With a crisp "click," the leather cuffs locked precisely and securely around her ankles, as if proclaiming a certain control over her body. She then proceeded to wrap the straps connecting the cuffs tightly around the bed frame, loop after loop. Each wrap felt like another step closer to the surging desire deep within her, a constant surrender. She then lay back on the bed, as soft as clouds, intimate objects scattered messily beside her, like the remnants of a wild desire party. Her hands fumbled among them, her fingertips brushing over various textures, finally finding a uniquely designed toy. It was an ingeniously conceived device: a soft leather gag fitted with a relatively soft dildo. However, this dildo was not meant for the pleasure of the nether regions, but had a different purpose. A flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes, like a shooting star in the night sky, gone in an instant. She bit her lower lip, leaving a faint mark, as if engaged in a fierce tug-of-war within her mind. Moments later, driven by desire, she slowly opened her small mouth, her luscious lips like a blooming rose, gently enclosing the dildo's shaft, drawing it into her mouth bit by bit. Unlike typical gags of its kind, the shaft of this device was almost the full length of a vibrator. Despite its soft, flexible design, to wear it properly, she had to tilt her head back sharply, stretching her neck, like climbing an insurmountable mountain, undertaking a difficult challenge. As the dildo was fully inserted, she tried to make her throat accommodate its presence, her throat pulsing slightly, as if something alive was struggling. Dai Lingyao had kept this toy tucked away in the deepest part of her closet since buying it, never having tried it. But today, the volcanic urge deep within her compelled her to test her limits. She tilted her elegant neck back, its graceful curve like that of a swan, long and alluring. Opening her mouth, she slowly pushed the dildo deeper into her throat. As the depth increased, her throat pulsed slightly, her face displaying an expression of pain mingled with excitement, these two emotions colliding on her face like yin and yang. Until her lips touched the leather gag at the base of the dildo, at which point the [X_X] part was already deep in her throat. She frowned slightly, her eyes squeezed shut, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She struggled to adjust her breathing, to adapt to this strange and stimulating sensation. In the past, Dai Lingyao had experience putting phallic objects into her mouth, but this one was noticeably longer than other gags of its kind. However, the actual experience was not as unbearable as she had imagined. As she gradually adapted to the feeling of full insertion, her breathing steadied, her chest no longer heaving violently. She reached up, fumbling for the straps on either side of the gag, her fingers rubbing against the leather before laboriously pulling them to the back of her head, her fingers trembling as she fastened the buckle. With the click of the buckle closing, she knew this step was complete. "Mmm, I'm actually gagged with such a lewd thing!" This shameful thought shot through her body like an electric current, making her even more excited. Her cheeks burned, as if capable of igniting the surrounding air, her heart pounding like a drum, each beat threatening to burst from her chest, making her feel the fervor and madness of her own life. The next step was relatively simple. She maintained her head-tilted position, the muscles in her neck bulging slightly from the effort, and fumbled to put on the blindfold. Darkness instantly enveloped her world, like being abruptly covered by a black cloth, making her senses even more acute.

Dai Lingyao slowly regained consciousness, her eyes first encountering the fine, soft texture of the silk blindfold, but only an endless darkness, thick as ink, met her gaze. The oddly shaped dildo in her throat was like a cruel shackle, tightly binding her voice. Each breath felt like dragging heavy chains, a constant companion of oppression and difficulty. The handcuffs on her wrists were as cold and hard as ancient iron, digging deeply into her tender skin, leaving behind circles of bruises. Those marks seemed to weep, whispering of her current helplessness, like an ant. And the vibrator filling her ass was now a vivid symbol of the shame and humiliation she couldn't articulate, an indelible stain branded onto the depths of her soul. She struggled to move her legs, only to discover they were now bound together. She felt like a pathetic pupa curled within a tiny cocoon, trapped inside a box filled with bedsheets. This cramped, suffocating space made every shift a struggle, like climbing a steep mountain. Every inch of movement was accompanied by friction between her body and the inner walls of the box, bringing slivers of pain. A dull, continuous engine roar reached her ears, sounding like a roar from the abyss of hell, or perhaps the merciless laughter of demons, constantly reminding her that she was currently inside a vehicle. The car jolted violently with the undulations of the road. Judging by the degree of shaking, it seemed to be traveling on a rough, pothole-ridden country road. Each jolt was like a cruel twist of fate, tossing her fragile heart up and then slamming it down, allowing her fear to spread and grow within her. Looking back, this was undoubtedly the mast regretful masturbation of her life. When the reckless siblings covered her face with pillows, she truly felt the shadow of death closing in, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, as if it would burst free. Fear, like a surging tide, completely submerged her. At that moment, she truly believed she was going to die, her life's candle about to be extinguished in this darkness. Now, though she had miraculously survived, she knew in her heart that the future remained bleak, like a sky shrouded in heavy clouds, with not a sliver of light visible. She forced herself to calm down and began to analyze her current situation carefully. She remembered the siblings mentioning something about wanting to tie her up and take her home as a wife. In that case, as long as they didn't play that near-fatal pillow-over-the-face game again, the immediate danger to her life should be avoidable. However, what awaited her was most likely unimaginable humiliation. Thinking of this, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly, a tremor like the last leaf on a branch in late autumn, shivering in the cold wind. As for the hotel, according to routine, they might not try to contact her until checkout time tomorrow, or they might even default to extending her stay by a day. This meant that the police wouldn't be involved for at least another 24 hours. Moreover, she had vaguely overheard the two of them talking before, learning that the corridor cameras had been disabled, and there were no obvious signs of a struggle in the room. Who would ever suspect that someone would handcuff herself to the bed, only to be kidnapped in the end? Such a peculiar situation made it difficult to determine the primary crime scene, undoubtedly leading the police's clue investigation astray, like guiding an already lost explorer deeper into a complex maze. Analyzing all these factors, Dai Lingyao felt her situation was utterly dire, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss of darkness, with no glimmer of hope in sight. What made it even more unbearable was that even if she were lucky enough to be rescued in the end, her unspeakable fetishes and private matters would inevitably be exposed. For her, working in the police force, this was tantamount to social death. In the future, she would never be able to hold her head up in the police station again. In the eyes of her colleagues, she would become an object of scorn and gossip.

Sister Yan tilted her chin up triumphantly, like a rooster that had won a fight, and continued, "I figured if she pulls this trick every time, you two will be too tired to cum quickly. So, I've threaded needles through her nipples. Later, when you see she's about to climax, I'll move these needles in and out a few times to suppress that slutty urge. We won't let her cum until you two are completely satisfied. This, my dears, is called reverse orgasm." As Sister Yan spoke, she gestured with her hands, mimicking the in-and-out motion, a hint of madness in her eyes. Hearing the reason, Dai Lingyao felt a wave of despair wash over her, as if doused with a bucket of ice water from head to toe. She wanted to beg for mercy, to explain, but the gag in her mouth distorted her jaw, allowing only muffled, meaningless "mmph mmph" sounds to escape. Anxious, she could only transform her pleas and grievances into glistening tears, her large, watery eyes desperately signaling to the two men, hoping for a flicker of pity, even the slightest bit of compassion. Sister Yan saw Dai Lingyao's expression clearly and a strange jealousy surged within her, a jealousy that threatened to consume her entirely. She reached for the eye mask, a rough, black material with a pungent odor. With a sudden movement, Sister Yan covered Dai Lingyao's expressive, speaking eyes. Instantly, Dai Lingyao's vision plunged into darkness, her world collapsing. She was utterly helpless, her body trembling slightly from helplessness and fear, like a small boat tossed in a storm. "Hey, wait, Sister, let us look at her more. She's so beautiful," one of the men couldn't help but interject, his voice tinged with urgency, as if reluctant to see Dai Lingyao's lovely face obscured. "Precisely because she's beautiful, I won't let you look. Women like this know how to entice with their eyes. When she's servicing you later, if her eyes catch yours, can you still hold back? You'll definitely shoot immediately. Don't fall for her tricks," Sister Yan said forcefully, ignoring their pleas. With that, she rummaged through a nearby leather trunk, old and worn, covered in dust. Soon, she pulled out a pink hood. It was a design of extreme humiliation, shaped like a dog's head, with ears, nose, and mouth rendered lifelike, even the realistic fur on the dog's face clearly visible. Without a word, Sister Yan placed the hood over Dai Lingyao's head, then tightened it around her neck, locking it with a small click. It was as if she intended to imprison Dai Lingyao in this abyss of shame forever, leaving her no chance of escape. "Why does this hood have ears? Wearing it makes her look like a dog. Such a beautiful girl, dressed like this on her head, isn't this just pure degradation?" the man muttered, looking at Dai Lingyao's current state. His eyes held both pity for her and a hint of discomfort with such a humiliating act. "Isn't this all her own doing? I'm telling you, just treat her like a bitch. The key is with me, so don't think about secretly taking it off," Sister Yan said with a cold, unyielding harshness, as if Dai Lingyao were nothing more than a plaything without dignity, to be trampled upon. The hood was tight and narrow, made of soft yet highly elastic material. The fabric clung to Dai Lingyao's skin, creating a strange sensation. Dai Lingyao felt the hood tightly encasing her head, every inch of her skin enveloped by the pressure. Her mind was a jumble of emotions as she thought to herself, "Today is truly the worst luck imaginable, breaking all sorts of shameful 'achievements' in a row." This bitch hood was something Dai Lingyao found shameful even to look at, let alone wear. Yet now, it was humiliatingly placed on her head. As a police officer, the image of her current pathetic state flooded her mind, shame crashing over her like a relentless tide. However, amidst this extreme humiliation, a strange, masochistic pleasure inexplicably arose. This contradictory feeling only deepened her internal chaos, and her body trembled involuntarily, unsure if it was from fear or these indescribable complex emotions. After the humiliating pink hood was on, a dildo the thickness of a penis slowly approached Dai Lingyao's backside. Dai Lingyao was filled with despair. She remembered Sister Yan's fierce words about using toys to penetrate her anus. In this desperate situation, she could only force herself to endure the humiliation and fear, obediently wriggling her hips, trying to cooperate with the insertion of the anal plug. But her tormentor seemed to be deliberately opposing her, ignoring her cooperation and forcefully shoving the toy, which gleamed with a lewd sheen, into her anus. The toy slowly penetrated her rectum, each inch pushed further feeling like a mark of shame etched into her soul, until it was fully inserted. At that moment, Dai Lingyao felt a sharp, distending pain from her rear, as if her entire body were about to be ripped apart. Dai Lingyao felt utter misery. In past experiences of this nature, penetration had always been slow, allowing her body to adapt. She had never endured such brutal treatment. Moreover, she knew in her heart that they had deliberately chosen the longest beaded dildo. After insertion, they cruelly moved the dildo in and out several times.

After a long and agonizing night of filming, Dai Lingyao slowly awoke from her deep slumber. Her head felt heavy, as if filled with lead, and her body was as limp as a puddle of mud. She could keenly sense that it was no longer early. Even with the blindfold, the bright sunlight stubbornly pierced through the gaps in the curtains, stabbing into the room like swords and casting a warm, dappled light on her eyelids. Her entire body felt as if it had fallen apart, especially her legs, which had been spread open in shameful positions all night. Her muscles felt drained of strength, deeply eroded by a soft, powerless sensation. Recalling last night, it was a nightmare. Two brutes, violent as bulls, had vented their frustrations on her, ejaculating a total of five rounds. During this time, they had followed Yi Minyao's perverse demands, incorporating cruel flourishes like candle dripping and whipping solely to enhance the visual effect. Each time her ass was violently churned by two thick, fleshy cocks, digging for ultimate pleasure, she felt as if she were submerged in a surging ocean of continuous orgasms, completely losing herself. The longest orgasm seemed to last a grueling fifteen minutes. It felt like being trapped in an endless hell of pleasure being squeezed out, leaving her filled with despair, feeling like nothing more than a sex vessel encased by two large dicks, manipulated at will. The lust of these two men seemed to have accumulated over a millennium. Their madness and hunger far surpassed ordinary imagination, leaving her with lingering fear even now. Dai Lingyao tried to twist her body slightly, but the ropes behind her back instantly pulled taut, a sensation that was both gentle and domineering. It made her deeply experience the shame of helplessness, yet strangely, it also brought an unusual stimulation from the tightness against her flesh. These two conflicting feelings intertwined, making her inner turmoil grow. "Mmm..." She couldn't help but let out a low moan, which was muffled by the soft dildo stuffed in her mouth. The tight leather strap around her outside also prevented her from making any sound. She tried to move her mouth and found that the inside of the mask covering her mouth was lined with smooth silk. The silk felt delicate, like a lover's gentle caress, softly stroking her lips, which appeared soft and slightly disheveled from being stretched open by the base of the cock. The scene was extremely erotic and vulgar. This was a short gag toy. The dildo part wasn't as long and thick as a deep-throat prop, making it suitable for prolonged wear. Although she didn't particularly dislike the toy itself, being kept with her mouth open and stuffed for such a long time had made her jaw ache unbearably. It felt as if every muscle was protesting, and every slight movement sent a sharp, aching pain. "Sis, you're awake. Time to eat." A robust voice suddenly rang out, like a heavy hammer, shattering her chaotic thoughts. Immediately after, someone walked over and nimbly untied the ropes binding her hands. Once her hands were free, Dai Lingyao first pulled off the silk blindfold from her eyes. The harsh light flooded in, causing her to instinctively squint. Her eyeballs stung from the sudden intense light, and tears welled up uncontrollably. Then, she reached behind her head and untied the strap of the gag, pulling out the dildo that had occupied her mouth for so long. At this moment, her saliva had become thick and viscous, forming strands of glistening silver that slid down the corners of her mouth, making one blush and their heart race. Her alluring red lips trembled slightly as she exhaled a long breath, trying to swallow the saliva and alleviate the dryness and discomfort in her mouth and throat. Each swallow was accompanied by a dry, stinging pain, as if her throat were filled with sandpaper. At this point, two men, as burly as small mountains, strode over with food trays. The food on the trays emitted steam, but Dai Lingyao had no appetite whatsoever.

The male actor's voice, clearly post-processed, sounded deep and eerie, like demonic whispers from hell's endless dark abyss, burrowing straight into one's heart and sending shivers down their spine. "Mmm❤❤❤!!! Mmm mmm woo woo woo❤❤❤❤!!!" The female protagonist, subjected to torture with a dog leash, forced out a few moans from her mouth, completely blocked by a leather gag. The sounds were muffled, laced with broken sobs, yet carried an endless pain and humiliation, like a wounded cub whimpering helplessly. "Aren't you an elite police flower? How does it feel to be in the hands of two perverted devils like us now?" As if to deliberately humiliate, the masked thug, while idly playing with a police hat symbolizing justice, leered at the restrained captive and said with a tone full of mockery and triumph. "To tell you the truth, my brother and I love raising bitches the most. It's a shame we've never raised a police dog before. I didn't expect your police department to be so thoughtful, sending such a top-tier specimen. You're just fulfilling our wish." The thug taunted as he reached for the zipper of the dog-like hood. The sound of the zipper sliding was exceptionally clear in the oppressive atmosphere, as if signaling the start of a sinful feast. As the zipper slowly unzipped, the bitch hood was removed, revealing the actress's face covered by a large silk blindfold, and a specially made leather muzzle that bulged in the center, distorting her mouth. Although her face was completely obscured by the blindfold and muzzle, her innate beauty could still be glimpsed from the elegant curves of her face. Judging from her delicate, refined jawline, which trembled slightly with pain, her mouth was stretched wide open, with some lewd object stuffed inside. She could only writhe her waist desperately, trying to force out a few "mmm mmm" moans, attempting to vent the overwhelming pain that threatened to drown her. The black hand that had been idly playing with her breasts, with a nauseating greasiness, slowly moved to her snow-white neck, caressing it gently. Her fingers, like cold snakes, traced upwards along her jawline, then caressed her face, which was "enslaved" by the blindfold and muzzle. The movements seemed gentle, yet exuded endless perversion and humiliation. Reluctantly, the hand moved to the back of her neck and skillfully unfastened the buckles of the blindfold and muzzle. As the coverings were removed, a pink lace-trimmed veil was revealed. Behind this high-quality fabric, a pair of beautiful eyes could be vaguely seen. The expression in them was extremely complex, a mixture of pain and pleasure, oscillating between intense stimulation and agony, enacting a silent yet profoundly moving struggle, as if recounting endless unwillingness and humiliation. Even though her eyes were partially obscured by the lace blindfold, when Dai Lingfeng saw them, he couldn't help but gasp. These eyes bore an uncanny resemblance to his sister's! The curve of the corners of her eyes, the depth of her pupils, all of it made him feel disoriented. Dai Lingfeng instantly held his breath, his eyes widening like saucers, focusing intently on the screen, meticulously observing the woman. Aside from those faintly visible beautiful eyes, the rest of her features were also perfect. Her small, delicate, and upturned nose was like a meticulously carved work of art, paired with sensual red lips. Currently, a large silk rose occupied her mouth. Even though her mouth was stuffed full and her facial contours were somewhat distorted by the obstruction, her refined beauty was still undeniable. She looks so much like my sister! Young Master Dai's mind was in chaos, and he muttered to himself: In this world, there's actually a woman who looks so much like Dai Lingyao?... Perhaps it's the influence of the lace blindfold. Once it's removed, maybe the differences will become apparent... However, based on her overall appearance so far, this protagonist is truly stunning, an absolute beauty no less than his sister! "How is it? Feeling good with so much aphrodisiac pumped into your [X_X]? Hahaha!!" The thug roared with manic laughter, placing the police hat on her head. It was as if he was flaunting his "trophy," declaring his trampling of justice to the world. "As a police dog, you're about to be played with by us in all sorts of ways. What are your thoughts on that?" "Mmm mmm❤❤❤!!! Mmm mmm————❤❤❤❤❤!!!" In the hands of a pervert, about to suffer endless humiliation, the stunning police officer could only writhe her body. Her hands were bound behind her back, the ropes leaving red marks on her slender wrists. She tried to break free, but it was all in vain. Every struggle only tightened the ropes further, bringing more pain. The thug's lustful gaze roamed over the police officer like a greedy wolf eyeing its prey. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. Then, he reached out his rough, calloused hand and slowly moved it to the area between the police officer's legs. He gently pinched her tender clit and began to pull and rub it. The movements were extremely rough, completely disregarding the police officer's trembling body and pained whimpers. "How does this feel?!" The thug asked fiercely while torturing the police officer, his voice filled with bestial desire.