Aquamarine Line Nymph Recycling Program

Yan Wan's heart leaped with joy, "Heh! Got another one." She flipped Leipzig over to face her, lifted her arm to wrap around her neck, and with a dip and thrust, hoisted her up. Patting her thigh, which was being held by Leipzig's black stocking, she said, "Let's go!" Back in the car's trunk, Yan Wan first took out a collar and put it on Leipzig. She then took a rope, looped it around her neck, passed it under her armpits, and wound it around her arms. She then took Leipzig's small hands, clad in black gloves, crossed them behind her back, and tied them. Finally, she pulled the end of the rope through the loop around her neck, tightening it to pull her crossed hands as close to her neck as possible. This forced Leipzig to arch her chest and lift her head, fully exposing her ample breasts, which were wrapped in white fabric, to Yan Wan. At the same time, if she woke up and struggled even slightly, the tightening rope would cause her [REDACTED] to constrict. While it wouldn't kill a ship girl, it was certainly uncomfortable. Looking at the [REDACTED] that was now within her reach, Yan Wan withdrew her hand and began to knead the soft, white slime. She then buried her face in it, breathing greedily. "As expected of Azur Lane, they're really fucking huge." After a few deep inhales, she lifted her head and continued to bind Leipzig's black-stockinged legs. She first caressed the tops of the thigh-high black stockings, feeling the soft, fleshy texture. Yan Wan swallowed and brought Leipzig's legs together. She then picked up the rope and began to wind it tightly from the heel of her high heels all the way up to her thighs, stopping only when her legs were bound into segments resembling lotus root. She then fitted Leipzig with a gag and an eye mask. Yan Wan impatiently grabbed the pair of [REDACTED] on Leipzig's chest and began to play with them. Just then, she heard a voice, "Another one's coming!" "Another one?" Yan Wan thought for a moment, then shoved the YJ-style gag into Leipzig's mouth. She grudgingly stood up, picked up Leipzig, and walked out of the car. Glancing around, she placed Leipzig behind a pile of杂物箱 near the alley entrance, propping her up against it so that her small head, adorned with a sailor hat, was visible. Yan Wan then hid in the darkness, quietly waiting for her prey to take the bait. "Click, click." With the sound of high heels on the ground, a figure emerged from the alley, wearing black heeled shoes. What met the eye was a pair of long, slender legs clad in black lace garter stockings. The front and back straps of the garters dug deeply into the flesh of her thighs and buttocks, splitting them apart and causing her pale, beautiful flesh to spill out. Yan Wan, hidden away, closed her gaping mouth and swallowed. She thought to herself that the real person was even more alluring than her portrait. Nuremberg, dressed in her usual black combat dress, emerged from the alley. Yan Wan saw how the thin fabric of her dress was stretched taut by her "weapons" and wondered how the dress hadn't burst. Nuremberg walked out of the alley, looking around. Suddenly, her gaze locked onto Leipzig's head, peeking out from behind a wooden crate in the corner. Her heart skipped a beat, and she called out, "Leipzig?" before walking towards her with a puzzled expression. "Opportunity!" Yan Wan activated her "Swift Step" and quietly followed. She saw Nuremberg, her sexy legs clad in black garter stockings, half-crouching beside Leipzig, anxiously shaking her body. Seeing no reaction, Nuremberg began to frantically try to untie the ropes binding her. Seeing this, Yan Wan walked behind the girl with the twin gray ponytails, pulled out a handkerchief soaked in paralyzing agent, placed her left hand on Nuremberg's shoulder, and covered her face with her right hand. Faced with a sudden attack, Nuremberg tried to stand up and retaliate, but Yan Wan wouldn't let her. She stomped on the back of Nuremberg's knee, and with a forceful push downwards with her left hand, Nuremberg fell to her knees, struggling to get up. Kneeling on the ground, Nuremberg didn't understand why the person behind her was attacking her and Leipzig. "But I'll teach you a lesson this time!" she thought. Nuremberg tried to summon her ship equipment, but it didn't respond. Nuremberg panicked, not knowing what was happening. "No, I have to break free from this person first." But her shoulder was firmly pressed down by a hand, and her knee was pinned to the ground, making it impossible to exert any force. She could only grab the hand covering her face with both of hers and try to pry it open. Unable to summon her ship equipment and seemingly sealed, Nuremberg was now just a fragile, ordinary girl and no match for Yan Wan. In her panic, Nuremberg didn't notice that she had inhaled deeply again. The world spun, and soon her body went limp and she collapsed to the ground. Yan Wan's heart leaped with joy, "Got her!" She quickly carried both beauties into the car's trunk. Looking at Nuremberg lying in the car, she thought she couldn't afford to dawdle; time was of the essence. The remaining ship girls above might have already become suspicious. She bound Nuremberg in the same way she had Leipzig, crossing her hands behind her back and tightening the rope around her neck. Her chest was pushed forward, her breasts straining against the fabric, making the thin material even more transparent. Her fleshy legs were bound by ropes, resembling segments of lotus root, looking exceptionally plump. She then looked into the car and, after a moment's thought, had the system conjure four chairs. Two were welded to the sides of the car trunk, and all four chair legs were welded down. Yan Wan first picked up Nuremberg, who was by her feet, and placed her in the chair on the left side, leaning towards the outside of the car. Restraint straps connected to the chair bound her neck, chest, waist, and thighs. Her knees were strapped to a support pole on Yan Wan's left, and her ankles were tied to the right chair leg, forcing her into a slanted sitting position, tightly bound to the chair. Yan Wan couldn't resist and gave Nuremberg's thighs a firm squeeze. Perhaps it was too forceful, as even in her unconscious state, her small mouth, blocked by the fake YJ gag, let out a muffled protest. Yan Wan smiled and had no intention of stopping. She kissed her on her whimpering mouth and then slapped her chest, those pair of black slime-like breasts. "The elasticity is great, big and round." Yan Wan marveled, looking at the jiggling flesh being slapped. She then picked up Leipzig and placed her in the chair on the left side, leaning towards the inside of the car, and bound her tightly with restraint straps. This time, however, her knees faced right, and her small feet in red high heels faced left, forming a V-shape with Nuremberg. Looking at the two women bound to the chairs, Yan Wan exclaimed, "Mmm~ Nice, all neat and tidy. My OCD is satisfied." Yan Wan knelt between them and cupped both of their [REDACTED] in her hands. The two [REDACTED] changed various shapes under Yan Wan's kneading. After she had her fill, she reached under their skirts, into their secret gardens, and rubbed through their underwear. Then, she inserted her index and middle fingers into their [REDACTED] and dug a few times, generating two [REDACTED] on the tips of her index fingers. Yan Wan closed her eyes and listened intently to the soft moans of the two ship girls. "This is amazing! Alright, System, tell me who's next." "Can you stop calling me System? It sounds weird. I told you, my name is Mirai. I've corrected you so many times, why don't you listen!" Mirai protested indignantly. "Alright, alright, Mirai, I can't wait. Tell me quickly, who's my next target!"

Hipper's hands slammed against Yan Wan's head, her legs flailing wildly. Her small leather shoes were soon kicked off in the fierce struggle. Yan Wan reached out, grabbed the black-stockinged feet dancing wildly in front of his face, and squeezed them. "Are you provoking me? Watch me discipline you right here!" Hipper felt her body lighten, then crash heavily into the nearby grass. She struggled to get up, but her black-stockinged feet hadn't touched the ground before a hand grabbed her ankle. "Don't move, or you'll get them dirty." Hipper, furious, kicked out at the speaker's face, but how much force could she muster with her ankle held? Yan Wan felt a pair of black-stockinged little feet lightly pat his face. "Haha, this move again? Your Iron Blood's ancestral technique doesn't work on Saints anymore!" Feeling the texture of the stockings and the softness of the maiden's feet on his face, Yan Wan couldn't resist taking her foot into his mouth. "You pervert!" Hipper was both ashamed and angry, but before she could react, a cool sensation swept over her. Her clothes were torn off by Yan Wan, exposing her alluring body to the air. Hipper's face turned even redder, as if a pot had boiled over. Yan Wan estimated that one could probably fry an egg on her cheeks right now. Hipper covered her chest with her hands. "I'll kill you! I will definitely kill you... kill you..." Before she could finish, her wrists, crossed over her chest, were grabbed, lifted, and bound together with zip ties, then tied behind her back to a tree. Her skirt and underwear didn't hold their last defense and were easily stripped off by Yan Wan. Her black-stockinged legs were hoisted onto Yan Wan's shoulders, and her waist was gripped, rendering her unable to struggle. Tears welled up in Hipper's eyes as she yelled, "You trash! Idiot! Scum! Let me go! My sisters will come looking for you soon and make you pay! Nnngh! It hurts~" Yan Wan directly removed his pants and thrust in, white spearhead entering red spearhead. "Don't worry, if they don't come looking for me, I'll go find them. For now, you just need to understand that from now on, I am your Admiral. I will take good care of you all. Now, let this Admiral help you with your chest development." Yan Wan pinched the two red grapes on Hipper's unusually barren chest for a Blue Archive character. "Are you really a heavy cruiser? With that size, you could report to the destroyers. Did your sister absorb all your nutrients?" "You... you... Nnngh... Ah~ I... Ah~" Hipper was so flustered by Yan Wan's body and words that she couldn't even speak clearly. Yan Wan continued to thrust his hips, his red spearhead entering and exiting Hipper's beautiful maidenly body, churning it upside down. Finally, he ejaculated white liquid from his spearhead, marking his claim within Hipper's body. "Ah~ You bastard, I... Ahhh~ I'll kill you... Ah... Ah~" Hipper's mouth didn't concede an inch. Yan Wan withdrew his gleaming silver spear. "Tsk, your little mouth is really sweet." He grabbed her golden pigtails and thrust a hot, hard flesh spear into Hipper's mouth, pushing so hard it lodged in her throat. The intense urge to vomit and the pain of her throat being stretched caused her jaws to clench, trying to expel the giant object. "Ugh... Nnngh... Hah~ Cough, cough, cough." As soon as the other person withdrew, before she could catch her breath, another thrust entered. "Ugh... Gulp... Nnngh, nnngh..." After several repetitions, Hipper finally concentrated and found an opportunity to bite, but Yan Wan saw through her little trick and quickly withdrew. Seeing the beauty beneath him glaring fiercely at him, he took out a black blindfold and put it on her. "Angry? Still glaring at me? Heh heh, no glaring, I'll make you so angry." Before Hipper could speak, he thrust deeply into her throat again. After a few more thrusts, thick milky white liquid erupted in her mouth. "Ugh, gulp!!!" Hipper felt a surge of heat rush to her head, scattering her last shred of reason and her mind cube. Her body involuntarily began to shake, uncontrollably releasing streams of clear liquid, utterly defeated. Yan Wan withdrew his long spear, rested it on her nose, and continued to spray his essence. "Phew~ This field battle combined with night battle was truly exciting! Successfully sunk the enemy cruiser!" "Enough of that, hurry up and get cleaned up, we need to go." Future's voice urged him. Yan Wan released her and obediently took out a collar and put it on Hipper. He then took out a gag and stuffed it into her mouth, which was filled with white semen, the milkiness squeezing out and dripping all over her face. He cut the zip ties and ropes binding her hands, then tied them behind her back again, crossed. He then took out a dildo and inserted it into her [redacted]. He used a rope to simply create a rope thong, connecting her hands to her waist while simultaneously pressing the dildo. Finally, he brought her long, black-stockinged legs together and bound them from the thighs to the ankles, section by section. There was still some distance to the car. Although it was almost impossible for anyone to pass by, he added an extra layer of insurance just in case someone saw her. Yan Wan took out a burlap sack, and from head to toe, he put the Hipper Admiral into it, tying the opening shut. He bent down, picked her up, and slung her over his shoulder. To an outsider, the slightly struggling sack on his shoulder would look like "prey" caught by a coastal dweller, and the satisfied coastal dweller carried his "prey" towards his home deep in the woods. ...

"We're here!" Future steered the car to a stop by the sea. Yan Wan, in the back seat, finally quieted down, holding Meinz in his arms. Meinz's hands were bound and stuffed into a restraint glove, just like August's, and she wore a black blindfold. A gag was stuffed into her mouth, and her semen-filled lower body was again stuffed with a dildo. Her thighs, calves, ankles, and the soles of her high heels were all bound with restraint straps, just like August's. Yan Wan didn't do anything else, just played with her breasts. Seeing they had arrived, he released Meinz, making her lie on the back seat. He pulled her calves up to her thighs and then took out another restraint strap to bind her ankles and thighs together. Yan Wan locked the three car doors, leaving only the door on Meinz's side unlocked. After closing the door, Yan Wan took out Meinz's phone and sent a message to U556: "Is it over on your end? I think there's some activity here. Come help me scout. No need to contact Sister Egil, I've already called her. Come quickly!" Then Yan Wan edited a location and sent it. After that, he snatched the phones of Meinz and August, crushed them, and threw them into the sea. He stood up and walked towards the woods in the direction of the location he had sent, patiently lying in wait for the two fish to take the bait. Thirty minutes later, a white figure appeared at the agreed-upon location. With blue hair and pink eyes, she wore a white pleated dress with brown trim, and her smooth, tender feet were clad in small brown leather shoes. U556 took out her phone and tried to call Meinz, but it didn't go through. She then called U81: "Hello? U81, I've arrived at the place Sister Meinz mentioned but I don't see her. Can you search the nearby sea area and come over? Mmhmm, okay, I'll go in and look first, but you need to hurry and follow, or I'll be a little scared." U556 hung up the phone and cautiously walked deeper into the jungle. "Sister Meinz? Sister Meinz, are you there? U556 is here~ Sister Meinz?" Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the nearby bushes. "Sister Meinz?" U556 cautiously approached. A white spider the size of a fist darted out from the bushes, startling U556 into stepping back. "Ah! It's a spider! It's so big!" Seeing it was a large white spider, U556 walked over, intending to catch it and examine it for anything unusual. The spider seemed to sense her intention, turned around, and retreated back into the bushes. U556 approached the bushes again. At this moment, something white, like a spider silk, shot out from the bushes and swiftly wrapped around U556's ankle. "Ah! What is this?" U556 cried out, reaching to tear it off, but what was wrapped around her foot wasn't spider silk. It was a white, sticky bandage with incredible tensile strength, made of some unknown material that couldn't be torn no matter how hard she pulled. Two more white bandages then wrapped around U556's wrists. Two spiders jumped out from the bushes, grabbed U556's hands, pulled them behind her back, forcibly brought them together, and then jumped onto her back, binding her hands into a ball with the bandages. They then wrapped her entire arms, circle by circle, from her wrists. This wasn't the end. After her arms were bound, the spider then wrapped her entire upper body, from her shoulders down, together. At this point, the spider that had initially wrapped her ankle had also bound her smooth, fair legs from her feet to her ankles, and then up to her thighs. Tightly bound and still not understanding the situation, U556 struggled and lost her balance, falling backward. Her back hit something soft. Just as she was about to cry out, her mouth was forced open by a gag, and a restraint collar was placed around her neck. What she hit was naturally Yan Wan. These mechanical spiders were also created by Yan Wan and Future. Based on the analysis of the situation with the little shark, they had deduced that the ship girls' combat power was significantly weakened once they were on land. Thus, they decided to use these spiders to attempt direct capture. The experiment was indeed successful. Using the excess bandages, Yan Wan bound the still struggling U556 and hung her from a tree. Yan Wan then took out her phone and sent a real-time location to U81, dropping it under the tree. He then concealed himself again, waiting for the next prey. A moment later, a girl with pink hair and golden eyes walked over. "U556? Are you there?" It was inconvenient to move in the woods, so she had already taken off her black jacket, leaving only her brown dress. U81 peered around, looking everywhere. "Mmmph mmmph!" U81 heard a muffled sound and cautiously moved forward, following the noise. One step, two steps, the sound grew closer. Feeling she was almost there, U81 found a tree and hid behind it, peeking out her head towards the source of the sound. U81 saw U556, completely wrapped in bandages, and her mouth fell open in surprise. She quickly took out her phone, intending to report the situation to Sister Egil. *Clack*, her phone was knocked away by something. Before U81 could react, a restraint collar was placed around her neck, and her mouth, which had been opened in surprise, was fitted with a gag. Yan Wan, with his full-body stealth activated, did not reveal himself. He directly pushed U81 to the ground, took out the same white bandages, grabbed her hands, and began to wrap them circle by circle. Soon, U81 was covered in white bandages, just like U556, writhing on the ground. Yan Wan bent down, hoisted the white, caterpillar-like U81, walked over, and placed her on one shoulder, then lifted U556, who was hanging from the tree, onto the other shoulder. With the prey secured, Yan Wan carried the two captured submarine ship girls towards where he had parked the car. In the woods by the sea, a hundred meters from the car carrying August and Meinz, Yan Wan set up a beach chair and hid among the trees, observing the situation. U81 and U556, tightly bound by white bandages and with dildos inserted into their honey traps, knelt on either side of him. Yan Wan pressed their small heads beneath him, and their gagged mouths stretched out small, sweet tongues, obediently licking his erect, towering dragon. "We received a message saying a ship girl left early? Not very sociable, is she? Let me guess, it's Admiral Graf Spee, isn't it? She always did prefer to go solo."

The next day was the final decisive battle. Asuka Chihaya and the others hadn't seen Azusa Miura yesterday and assumed she'd gotten lost somewhere again, so they didn't pay it much mind. However, her not returning by this morning was a bit concerning. They hadn't yet informed the shipgirls, as the next battle was the μ-equipment performance test, the climax of today's LIVE event. The μ-equipment team would face all previous challengers. Not wanting to disturb everyone, they decided to search for her themselves first. If they still couldn't find her, they'd have to ask for everyone's help after the decisive battle to find the missing Azusa Miura. What they could never have imagined was that the missing Azusa Miura had also arrived at the finals. Except for the observer Hinagiku, the remaining seven were all present, each carrying a black briefcase. After being taken away yesterday, Azusa Miura had been processed again, continuously administered drugs to keep her in a state of unconsciousness. The blindfold and cloth over her mouth and face had been removed. Her eyes were covered with a black leather eye patch, and the lower half of her face below her eyes was wrapped in a leather mask. Inside the mask, a thick, long dildo was inserted, forcing her small mouth open and pushing deep into her throat, completely sealing off any sound. The tape on her body had also been removed. Her hands were still bound behind her back with ropes in a European-style straight shoulder posture, her entire arms encased in single-sleeved restraint gloves. Her black-stockinged legs were tied together with several ropes, her posture still with her calves pressed against her thighs, thighs against her chest and abdomen, her head tucked against her knees, curled into a ball. She was now inside a black briefcase. The case had a perfectly sized indentation to fit Azusa Miura in her current position, and several leather straps secured her inside. A tube inserted into the port of her black leather mask connected to the dildo inside, allowing for the injection of nutrient solution and sedatives. Most of the time, it provided air for her to breathe. The finals had already begun. Usagi watched the competition quietly. When it ended, their operation would commence. The competition on the field was gradually reaching its climax. Akagi and several other shipgirls were moved. They realized that the μ-equipment wasn't about them as "ships," but as individuals developed. They weren't weapons, but instruments that used music to resist the Sirens' song, individuals who enjoyed the pleasure of music and possessed emotions. Only by playing music with their hearts could they unleash the power of the μ-equipment. The Royal Lion, with her delicate and sensitive female emotions, frowned. "I feel like they are more human, with their own feelings and thoughts. Can we truly not coexist with them? Without their equipment, they are no different from ordinary girls."

A pink and white figure appeared in her vision. Her large white twin ponytails were tied with two pink and white checkered bows, from which two white rabbit ears emerged. She wore a pink and white checkered, midriff-baring mini-skirt performance outfit, and her beautiful legs were encased in white stockings. Pink-strapped high heels were adorned with pink rabbit bows at her ankles, making her exceptionally cute. Lafey, the listless rabbit idol, secretly slipped back to the lounge to slack off. Lafey opened the door and, as usual, collapsed onto the sofa, sinking into the soft nest of cushions and pillows. "Haa~" Lafey yawned, her eyes gradually closing, on the verge of falling asleep. For a while, there was no movement in the room, and everyone thought Lafey had fallen asleep. Green Demon quietly crept behind the sofa, preparing to make a move. "Wait!" Daisy, who was observing the situation inside through the open lounge window, stopped the restless Green Demon. As soon as she spoke, Lafey, who was thought to be asleep, suddenly sat up. Groggily, she reached into the gap between the sofa cushions and pulled out a bottle of... red wine??? Mao Tu, hiding in the room, cursed, "Who would suddenly want to drink wine when everyone's asleep? You're not from the Northern Union. And aren't you afraid of crushing it if you sit on it?" Lafey pulled out the cork and gulped down a few mouthfuls. Her fair face instantly flushed. "Hic~" Lafey let out a cute little burp, then contentedly reinserted the cork, placed the bottle back, and lay down to sleep again. Green Demon crawled forward and positioned himself directly beneath the sofa, lying prone. From this vantage point, he was completely out of Lafey's line of sight, and even if she were awake, she wouldn't be able to see him. Under Daisy's coordinated guidance, he quietly peeked his head out to examine the sleeping girl on the sofa. Lafey seemed to be truly asleep this time. Green Demon took out a can of sleeping gas, attached a breathing mask, and gently placed the mask over Lafey's mouth and nose. Green Demon raised his hand and looked at his watch, timing it for five minutes. Lafey, having inhaled the sleeping gas, fell into a deep coma. Green Demon removed the mask and signaled for his teammates to act. Mao Tu, Nine-Tails, and Man Pi emerged from various parts of the room and opened a box, taking out various restraints. Green Demon took a needle from Mao Tu and inserted it into the back of Lafey's neck, injecting a nano-chip. This was a newly developed item by Future and Yan Wan, serving as a replacement for restrictive collars. It could more quickly and effectively restrict the Mind Cubes within the ship girls, and its shelf life was sufficiently long. After implantation, the chip would continuously interfere with the ship girl's Mind Cube, preventing her from summoning her ship equipment and causing her to lose most of her combat effectiveness. Combined with medication and other small tools, even the strongest ship girl could be rendered completely immobile. Green Demon picked up a black leather eye mask and covered Lafey's eyes. A gag was inserted into Lafey's mouth, followed by a straitjacket. A straitjacket? Green Demon found nothing. Nine-Tails, that bastard, had already taken the leather straitjacket and was eagerly waiting nearby. He pushed Green Demon aside with a plop and half-crouched in front of the sofa, lifting the unconscious Lafey. Nine-Tails carefully put the straitjacket on Lafey. It didn't take long for black leather straps to crisscross her body, covering her tender, petite frame. Her hands were pulled behind her back and bound together at the shoulders. The straps at her wrists were connected to the straps around her crotch, limiting her space to struggle. Nine-Tails squatted on the ground and continued to bind Lafey's white-stockinged legs. "This feels so good!" he suddenly exclaimed. "This feels so good! This Lafey!" a deep male voice echoed the same sentiment.

Approaching the changing room door, they coincidentally met Nine-Tails carrying Kasumi in his arms. Golden Lion asked, "Are those two taken care of?" "They are. We're just waiting for the Captain and that brute's news," Nine-Tails replied with a nod. In the living room, the Nagi sisters were nowhere to be seen on the sofa. Four open black suitcases lay on the floor. Each suitcase still had a human-shaped indentation, complete with tubes and restraints. Nagi and Misaki were now clad in leather harness bodysuits. Multiple thick black leather straps dug deeply into their skin, binding their bodies. They crawled on the soft carpet, legs together, thighs pressed against calves

New Jersey found herself at the very bottom of this city of night, unsure how long she had been imprisoned. Ever since her capture on that nameless island, she had been in a state of sensory deprivation, unable to see or hear anything clearly. She didn't even realize she had been transported to the territory of the Eastern Federation. Her head was completely covered by a black leather hood, with only two small holes left for her nose to breathe. Her mouth was stretched into a wide 'O' by a gag attached to the hood, which was only opened for feeding. Her captors would periodically force-feed New Jersey and the others. Each time, the fluid pumped into their bodies spread like a thick fog, clouding their consciousness and leaving their mental cubes in chaos. She was certain the liquid contained something peculiar, something that could suppress their mental cubes and prevent them from summoning their ship equipment. It had even made their bodies hypersensitive. The items that had affected her during previous battles likely contained this substance. It was highly probable that this was a newly developed human substance that allowed for easy control over them. It explained why humans had suddenly dared to attack them, and also clarified the simultaneous disappearances of so many ships, including Iron Blood's Friedrich der Groβe. But she couldn't transmit this information back to White Eagle Port. In fact, no one could. Every shipgirl who had witnessed this had been kidnapped and imprisoned. New Jersey never gave up on escaping; she wouldn't be defeated so easily. After "dinner," late into the night, was when her consciousness was clearest, and also when the guards were resting. New Jersey couldn't tell the time, but whenever an opportunity arose, she would try again. She could feel the metal rod behind her back, and a black leather neck restraint around her neck, tightened by a metal ring. Every time she resisted feeding, her captors would tighten the restraint around her neck, making it difficult to breathe. Then they would force water down her throat, leaving New Jersey exhausted and choking before feeding her the nutrient solution mixed with various drugs. Not only that, but her upper body was bound by three restraints, pressed tightly against the metal rod. The three-inch-wide restraints cinched her waist and her massive breasts. The tips of her black-stocking-clad breasts were clamped with two electrified wires, also used for her punishment and training. Behind her, at the waist level of the metal rod, were two handcuffs, to which New Jersey's hands were bound behind her. Her legs were even more tightly restrained, with two restraints on her thighs binding her upper thighs and knees, and three on her calves, binding her below the knees, her calves, and her ankles. Her feet were always suspended, not touching the ground. The narrow heel of her high heels was caught in a groove between the heel and the sole, hooked onto a thin horizontal rod at the base of the metal rod. This prevented her from kicking off her heels. The weight of her suspended body was partially supported by her heels hooking onto the rod and the restraints on her body. If she loosened her grip with her feet, her body weight would fall onto her neck. In addition to this, two thick, vibrating dildos covered in nubs were inserted into her vaginal and anal orifices. These dildos were also connected to wires and could deliver electric shocks. Whenever New Jersey was disobedient and resisted, in conjunction with the suffocating force-feeding, she would receive simultaneous electric shocks to her nipples and her orifices as punishment and training. New Jersey strained and wriggled her body under the tight restraints. Her breasts, squeezed larger by the restraints, swayed from side to side with her body like water-filled balloons. With a crisp "crack," New Jersey, with her sheer brute force, managed to break the connection at the base of the metal rod. New Jersey fell straight to the ground. She then exerted force with her feet, snapping the heels off her shoes, successfully freeing her feet. With the space created, her legs could now move up and down. Thanks to the smoothness of her stockings, she quickly managed to pull her feet out of the restraints around her ankles. As for the restraints on her calves, it was difficult to free them with her knees unable to bend. However, this was enough. She could now stand up, albeit with difficulty, carrying the rod on her back. Nautilus and Sawfish next to her made confused whimpering sounds upon hearing the commotion. New Jersey shuffled towards the sound. Soon, she reached Sawfish, her tanned thigh. New Jersey felt around and realized that Sawfish and Nautilus were bound in a similar position to her. However, the two were still naked, and their feet, without high heels, were not completely suspended, allowing their toes to just touch the ground. New Jersey attempted to undo Nautilus's restraints, but then she remembered that although she was much taller than Nautilus and Sawfish, her hands were cuffed at her waist, preventing her from reaching their necks. If she carelessly removed other restraints, the entire weight would shift to their upper bodies, potentially suffocating them. Therefore, she decided it was best to first free their wrists and waists. Once these were unbound, they could free their own necks and bodies. New Jersey began to pry at their handcuffs. Sawfish, though unable to see, could roughly guess New Jersey's situation from the sounds and touch. She also began to fumble with New Jersey's leg restraints, loosening them to give her more room to move. Sawfish couldn't reach New Jersey's upper body restraints, and the rod on New Jersey's back was too long, preventing her from squatting down without hitting the ground. "Ooh ooh ooh!" New Jersey strained, prying with all her might. Although she was a flagship-class ship, without her equipment, she was not much different from an ordinary woman, except that her body was very resilient, difficult to damage with normal objects, and she possessed a bit more strength. After a long struggle, she only managed to deform one handcuff enough for Sawfish to barely slip one small hand out. One more to go! If Sawfish could be freed and help her with her upper body restraints, she could then use her strength to twist off the handcuffs on her wrists. Just as New Jersey thought there was hope, the dungeon door opened. "Damn it! Catch her!" Several of Xin Li's subordinates entered. They were stunned by the scene for a moment before quickly reacting. This shouldn't be happening. Although New Jersey had been groggy and blindfolded during her captivity, she could still vaguely sense the passage of time. Today, these people had definitely arrived several hours earlier than usual. However, she couldn't dwell on it now. Relying on her extensive combat experience, she decisively abandoned freeing Sawfish and charged directly towards the source of the sound. She lowered her body and turned, the rod on her back sweeping away one person who couldn't dodge in time. Then, her long legs in black stockings whipped out like a whip towards the head of the person whose voice she had vaguely heard. It was truly a case of "the long rod giveth and the long rod taketh away." The metal rod behind her helped her sweep one person away, but as New Jersey turned to kick horizontally, her leg was about to reach the attacker's head when the long rod hit the ground, interrupting her movement. This collision threw New Jersey off balance, causing her to fall to the ground. The person who was almost kicked sat on the ground, still shaken. The person next to him reacted quickly, shouting, "Quick, she's down! Pin her! Where's the tape? Get the tape!"

Another set of footsteps entered, stopping before her. Atago's thoughts were interrupted as the collar that had held her against the wall loosened. She was then lifted up. Next, the leather restraints binding the cloth bag to her body were systematically removed. The person holding the top of the bag gave it a tug, shaking Atago out. Unsteady on her feet, Atago was pulled back by a pair of broad hands gripping her shoulders. As the cloth bag was pulled off, Atago finally had a chance to observe her surroundings. It was still the same dark storage room. Before her stood the silver-haired, single-ponytail maid. The person holding her from behind was undoubtedly the human commander. Atago didn't struggle or try to escape; instead, she looked at the objects in front of the maid. There were two rectangular boxes, padded with sponge, with a long, recessed space in the center. One of the boxes already contained a long, human-shaped cloth bag, filling the space perfectly. The maid was squatting down, removing another cloth bag from a collar connected to the wall. The lower opening of this bag revealed a pair of small, black-stockinged feet clad in white-strapped stiletto heels. Atago recognized that the bag contained Azuma, and the one in the box, wearing black high heels, could only be Taiho. The maid then picked up Azuma and placed her into the adjacent box. Atago felt as though they were like precious treasures placed in a brocade box. However, Atago was puzzled as to why she wasn't placed in a box as well. Did he intend to "enjoy" her again? At the thought, Atago's body trembled slightly, a mix of fear and excitement. Those hot hands roamed over her body. Atago closed her eyes, emitting soft moans as if in pleasure. She was lifted up, carried out of the storage room, and taken to a guest room on the second floor. With a thud, she was thrown onto the bed. Was it time? Atago, still unaccustomed to this life, waited nervously. "Go clean yourself up and then find Akagi. Tell her to hurry up with what we agreed on, get it arranged this morning!" The thing Atago had anticipated didn't happen. The person merely removed the gag from her mouth and the restraints from her body, speaking plainly. Atago's eyes widened in surprise, only seeing the retreating back of the person leaving the room. "???" Atago touched her body. The ropes and restraints had all been removed, leaving only a faint, stinging sensation. This was no hallucination. He was letting her go? Atago found it unbelievable. She had wanted... For a moment, Atago felt a sense of loss. She dazedly took a bath and put on her white uniform skirt. Even as she left the hotel, she still felt he might be toying with her, only to grab her again when she thought she was free and drag her back for torment! But nothing of the sort happened. Atago returned to the Sakura Empire port district, feeling dejected. At noon, in a small town within the Sakura Empire, Yan Wan was walking down the street. Jiuwei, the Sakura Empire's liaison for him, was quite diligent. Having received word that he would be visiting this town that morning, Jiuwei had immediately arranged his accommodation and travel. Although Jiuwei was curious why this mysterious commander had suddenly decided to visit this small town, he wasn't one to pry and didn't ask further questions, focusing instead on completing his duties efficiently. This place was a town located near the Tianyan Island, far from the Sakura Empire's mainland. It was a place selected by the Siren maid who bound him, after Akagi informed Yan Wan about Tianyan Island and the Yamato sisters. Akagi had originally arranged for another port, but Yan Wan didn't want his movements exposed to her, so he had Future choose this location. Therefore, Akagi was currently unaware of Yan Wan's presence here, and her spy, Atago, was still lost in confusion. Following behind Yan Wan were two tall, sexy, and voluptuous maids in white stockings and suspenders. One had streaks of red in her silver hair and golden, dragon-like vertical pupils. The other had long, dark blue hair that covered one eye, revealing only her alluring left eye. Strangely, the faces of these two exceptionally well-built maids, who were clearly great beauties, were obscured. Black leather masks covered the lower half of their faces, concealing their eyes, noses, and mouths. Yet, even so, their tall figures, combined with their sexy, form-fitting maid outfits with minimal fabric, frequently drew sideways glances from passersby. These two maids in white stockings were Aegis and Auguste. Upon arriving in the Sakura Empire, Yan Wan had taken them out of their storage boxes. Having been "purified" on the ship, Yan Wan had allowed them to act freely with Future for the past few days. Several bunny girls and Northern Parliament songstresses were still stored in the hotel's warehouse, making it inconvenient to bring them along. Yan Wan had Future stay behind to look after them while he brought Aegis and Auguste. Yan Wan, having arrived at his room, looked at the two dragon maids kneeling on either side of him. He nodded, realizing it was a wise choice to bring them along – convenient, good-looking, and useful. Aegis and Auguste were dragging their full, fleshy breasts, squeezing Yan Wan's erect penis between them and pressing down with concentration. Having been trained, they were now skilled at performing these tasks for their commander. Yan Wan unfastened the straps behind their masks and gently pulled them outwards. Beneath the masks lay another surprise: a thick, long dildo was deeply inserted into their throats. As the dildos were pulled out, they brought with them a considerable amount of clear, viscous fluid, dripping onto their bare, snow-white breasts and Yan Wan's penis. Aegis and Auguste were actually in a relatively normal state now, unlike the previous days when they were restrained and kept in the base's containment room, their minds constantly hazy. Like the Frederick sisters and other shipgirls who had been thoroughly "purified" and remained at the base, their memories and personalities had not been altered. However, Yan Wan had become their master, whom they had to obey, and his will was their sole guiding principle. It wasn't just their mental state that had changed; their bodies had undergone even greater transformations. Influenced by Yan Wan, they had been forced onto the path of accelerated, correct evolution, gaining stronger bodies and ship equipment. Yet, when facing Yan Wan, they felt as if they had ingested an aphrodisiac, their bodies burning with heat, becoming extremely sensitive and on the verge of orgasm at any moment. Just like Aegis and Auguste kneeling before Yan Wan now, a gentle touch from Yan Wan's finger on their private parts could draw out a sticky thread. With their masks removed, Aegis and Auguste diligently used their tongues to lubricate Yan Wan's penis. The tingling sensation throughout their bodies made them unable to control their wriggling legs, yearning for their master's penis to enter and satisfy them. This thought consumed both of them. While one might be manageable, having a colleague beside them made them too shy to voice their desires. They could only work harder, taking Yan Wan's manhood into their mouths, hoping to ignite his lust more quickly. Two pairs of large, soft breasts sandwiched Yan Wan's penis, while two soft, moist tongues vied to lick his glans. Yan Wan, who could sense the thoughts of the shipgirls he had purified and established a connection with, gently stroked their dragon horns with his left and right hands. He smiled and said, "Good~ So comfortable~ Such good girls~ I'll make you comfortable soon too!" Aegis and Auguste let out muffled, soft murmurs, "Mmm~ Commander~..." Yan Wan's smile widened. Who would have thought these battle-hardened, fierce shipgirls would one day present themselves so seductively in front of someone? With lewd expressions, wearing sexy maid outfits, they willingly offered their full, massive breasts for him to have his way with, performing oral sex and cunnilingus. Beneath their short skirts, their alluring honey traps dripped, their perky buttocks swaying like bitches begging for their master's favor. "I can't do anything with you two. Lie down!" Upon hearing the command, Aegis and Auguste eagerly lay down on the bed. Yan Wan picked up Auguste, the dragon witch, and placed her on top of Aegis, facing each other. He then pressed down on both of them, his already hard penis rubbing between the two honey traps before randomly entering one of them. "Mmm~ Ohh ohh ohh~" The accumulated desires of the two Iron Blood beauties were finally satisfied as they let out comfortable moans. As Yan Wan thrust, their breasts jiggled and rubbed together, his penis entering and exiting their two wet honey traps. When he felt one honey trap tighten, he would linger there until she climaxed, then move to the next hole.

"You're asking for death?!" Regensburg's tail shot out, about to pierce him, when Brunhild stopped her. "Continue speaking, how did they bind you and how did they insert it? Explain in detail!" Brunhild remembered Odin had instructed them to find out if there was anything targeting their ships, and these restraints should be clues. "In... that... room over there," the old man pointed to a small room in the basement. "Heh heh, I'll try it! I don't believe anything can withstand the power of ship equipment!" Regensburg wanted to try on those things herself. "Let me do it. You watch him outside, and if anything happens, kill him." Brunhild blocked her path. "Alright, be careful." Regensburg stepped aside, crossing her arms over her chest, staring at the movements in the room. This posture made the two plump, rounded fruits on her chest appear even larger. The pirate old man next to her couldn't help but sneak a glance, swallowing hard. Brunhild entered the room. Inside, shelves lined both sides, indeed filled with various ropes, gags, vibrators, dildos, and other items for binding and disciplining women. Brunhild saw several bags placed separately on the innermost shelf. Inside the bags were complete sets of restraint devices, with labels bearing specific words. The back of the paper had detailed usage instructions. "Remove the target's clothing, retaining only stockings at most." The first instruction made Brunhild frown. After a moment's hesitation, she decided to follow the steps to test if these items were effective on them. She removed her black leather bustier and hot pants, kicking off her high-heeled thigh-high leather boots. Now, she was only covered by a thin, one-piece black stocking. Beneath the stocking, her figure was toned and fit, her breasts full and perky, her waist supple, her legs long and slender, her thighs bulging enticingly, making one imagine the exquisite sensation of touching them. The second step was simple: put on the collar. Brunhild picked up the black collar from the bag, examining it closely. She tugged at it, feeling it was no different from a normal leather collar, and put it on her neck according to the instructions. Then, she followed the steps to put on the red gag, followed by several leather restraint straps. Brunhild first used three straps to bind her ankles and thighs, then called out her ship equipment for assistance. A black dragon head bit onto the leather straps, helping her tighten the other two restraint straps around her upper body, above and below her breasts, and also binding her hands behind her back. "Mmmph?" Brunhild tried to struggle. The restraints on her body were made of ordinary materials and felt like they could snap with a bit of effort. She had the black ship equipment dragon head bite the paper with the instructions and bring it to her. She looked at it carefully again. "Mmmph," she confirmed she hadn't missed any steps. Only the last step remained. Brunhild directed the dragon head to pick up a small bag from the larger bag, and then to pick out a bundle of black cloth from the small bag. According to the instructions, the last item was to put the target's entire body into it. It should be some kind of bag, right? Why was such a small bundle packed separately? The round thing in the small bag looked like an oversized stocking. The dragon head tore open the bag and spread the circular bundle of cloth on the floor. Brunhild stepped into the center of the circle. She then summoned another ship equipment dragon head, which held the edges of the circular cloth on both sides and lifted it upwards! Just like putting on stockings, she was pulled in from her feet upwards. The deep black, opaque material enveloped Brunhild's entire body, leaving only her black and white short hair exposed. The black fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining her voluptuous figure. Brunhild, now a black fleshy tube, writhed in place. A hazy blackness enveloped her vision, her entire face covered, making Brunhild unable to see her surroundings. She felt a sense of unease. It was then she understood why this tight black bag was packed separately. This bag had been soaked in a mixture of anesthetics and aphrodisiacs! Brunhild felt her whole body was wet, and her skin began to feel hot and feverish. Worse still, she was already feeling dizzy! "Tear it apart!" Brunhild knew that these anesthetics, directly on her face, would cause unconsciousness in mere seconds. So, she ordered her ship equipment to tear it apart from the outside! But the moment Brunhild controlled her ship equipment, the collar around her neck emitted an electric current that shot directly into her body. "Ooh! Mmmph?!" This electric current directly affected her mental cube. The few summoned ship equipment dragon heads flickered and disappeared. The sudden, sharp pain made her gasp. The collar's effect on Brunhild's mind and ship equipment lasted only a few seconds, but those precious seconds meant she no longer had a chance to resist. Brunhild's body went limp and fell backward. A mechanical arm extended from the ceiling, shackling her neck like handcuffs and dragging her into the ceiling. Brunhild had only been in this room for a few minutes. When she reappeared, she was not from the door, but was inexplicably inserted into a cylindrical glass container by a mechanical hand from below. Regensburg heard the sound behind her and turned, surprised to find her companion not emerging from the room, but inexplicably appearing in this container. What angered her even more was that Brunhild was unconscious, wearing nothing but a one-piece stocking, with no clothes or shoes. She was bound by leather restraints, then encased in a deep black, silky tight bag. A silver shackle on her neck and another on her ankle secured her in the center of the container. Furious, Regensburg turned back angrily and took two steps towards Brunhild. Before she could steady herself, her feet gave way, and she began to fall. The ground in front of the cylindrical container that was restraining Brunhild suddenly opened up, and Regensburg fell directly in. Below the hole was a narrow pipe just wide enough for one person. Regensburg slid down, and when her feet finally touched something, it was soft. The object beneath her feet didn't stop her descent but instead caved in. The force of the fall stretched it and covered Regensburg's body until it swallowed her whole before detaching. With inertia, the opening of the bag automatically fastened around her neck. The process was like rolling up a bag and throwing something in from above. The inertia of the object hitting the bag caused it to automatically enclose it. This bag was placed in the middle of the pipe, encasing Regensburg from her feet to her neck. "What is this?! Ah! Gurgle~" The pipe wasn't long. It took only a blink of an eye for Regensburg to fall and be encased in the bag. She then immediately rushed out of the end of the pipe and fell into a pool, choking on several mouthfuls of water. Regensburg struggled in the water, unsure of the bag's material. It clung tightly to her body, restricting her limbs. Its strength and resilience were high, and she couldn't tear it open for a while. "Mmmph, damn it! This water seems to be problematic, my head is getting dizzy!" Regensburg realized and wanted to summon her ship equipment to blast this place apart. The moment she made a move, the opening of the bag around her neck, like the collar on Brunhild, emitted an electric current that affected her cube. Electrocuted, Regensburg twitched a few times in the pool, stopped struggling, and sank quietly to the bottom of the pool. After only a minute or two, the bottom of the cylindrical container next to Brunhild opened. A mechanical arm reached in from the bottom and pulled Regensburg out. At this point, Regensburg was the same as Brunhild. Her clothes and boots had been removed, leaving only a sexy one-piece black stocking. Her body was bound by restraints, and she was encased in a deep black, close-fitting, thick silky long bag. Except for her long horns and blue twin tails, which were wrapped, her face was obscured, and only the general outline was visible. Her eyes were tightly shut, her nose was high, and there was a circular protrusion at her mouth, indicating she had also been gagged.

Kronstadt couldn't comprehend the thoughts and actions of the two trapped in the boxes, assuming their excitement stemmed from the hope of rescue after seeing one of them freed. On a screen mounted in the room, Yan Wan's image appeared, explaining the rules of the second game to Kronstadt. "Same old rules. Press the button in front of you. Whoever orgasms first is out. The one who's out belongs to me, you take the remaining one. Shall we continue?" Kronstadt didn't reply, her gaze fixed on the screen. She saw Kirov, whom she had lost earlier, appear on the screen. Kirov was shackled by her neck and wrists with metal manacles. A metal rod, only 60cm long, was inserted into the ground from the bottom of the manacles, forcing her to bend low with her hips arched. With her body fixed, Kirov couldn't see behind her, but she could see Kronstadt playing the next game on the screen. "Mmm," Kirov seemed to want to say something, but felt a touch on her buttocks and instinctively shivered. She had already prepared herself mentally. With a weary glance at Kronstadt, she closed her eyes. The next second, her pussy was brutally penetrated by Yan Wan. "Ngh~" "What are you doing!" Kronstadt roared. Her beast-like battleship form leaped out from behind, ready to fight Yan Wan. Before the silver battleship form could attack, it flickered a few times and vanished into thin air. "You!" Kronstadt was shocked and furious, realizing she had lost even her trump card to flip the table. Now, she had no choice but to continue the game. Kirov's seductive whimpers deeply stimulated Kronstadt's eardrums as Yan Wan began to thrust into Kirov repeatedly. The exciting impacts struck Kirov's peach-like buttocks. Yan Wan lifted her smooth, slender legs, her pointed toes adorned with high heels swinging to the rhythm of the thrusts. "Mmm! ...Ngh... Mmm..." "No! Don't look, don't look at me like this!" Kirov's mouth was sealed by a gag, and she could only scream inwardly, not wanting to show Kronstadt and the others her pathetic, violated state. Yet, her body began to respond to Yan Wan's movements, her pussy tightly clinging to the cock. Kronstadt forced herself to stop watching Kirov on the screen. She had to complete the next game and take as many comrades with her as possible. She shouted to Yan Wan, "What are the conditions for taking them both away in this round!" "Heh heh, very simple. When the game starts, the vodka above their heads will be poured into the boxes. They can drink it themselves, or you can help them. This amount of alcohol is just enough to fill two and a half boxes like theirs. If the remaining liquid fills both their boxes, then they both belong to me. If you drink enough and they don't fill up, then before they determine a winner, you have to crawl through the passage below and press the switch. This box will open, and you can take them both." Yan Wan explained the rules, snapped her fingers, and a pink liquid mixed with vodka began to pour into the two transparent boxes. "Mmm..." "Gulp!" Volga and Gangut also struggled to swallow the liquid being fed into their mouths through the transparent tubes. Their mouths were held open by the rings, and the tubes were inserted directly, forcing them to drink whether they wanted to or not. The pink turntable beneath them rotated, and soft brushes swept over their tender folds and clitorises. Their competition had begun... A large barrel also rose in front of Kronstadt. She ignored everything else, picked up a wine glass, scooped up the wine from the barrel, and gulped it down. The spicy vodka, mixed with other strange things, wasn't as harsh on her throat. After a glass, a hint of sweetness filled her nose and mouth. But they, of the Northern Union, didn't like such mellow liquor. Kronstadt, and Volga and Gangut in the boxes, cursed Yan Wan in their hearts for diluting the fake wine, making it not enjoyable at all.

The less talkative kidnapper unzipped the packages beside them, retrieving clothing and stockings, while the chatty driver kidnapper waited with restraints. Watching Mikasa on the floor, still conscious and wriggling weakly in resistance, he relished this state of his "merchandise." The despair of knowing exactly what was happening but being unable to control one's body to escape was his favorite. "It's just that the employer is so demanding. Otherwise, why would we ever let you 'merchandise' wear clothes besides stockings and high heels?" As he spoke, the driver kidnapper flipped Mikasa over, positioning her face down on the ground. Mikasa was already dressed in the outfits provided by the employer: three identical, short, V-neck, backless racing girl dresses. The revealing red V-neck halter dresses had deep slits from the chest down to the abdomen, and the side slits of the skirts reached the waist, exposing her fair, plump thighs. The front and back hems were essentially two pieces of fabric barely covering her groin. Her slender legs were encased in flesh-toned seamed stockings, and her delicate feet wore red high heels matching the dresses. Shoukaku and Zuikaku, standing beside her, wore identical black dresses and heels, with their stockings being black and white, matching their hair colors. A black leather corset completely cinched Mikasa's waist. The driver kidnapper pressed down on her waist with one hand while forcefully pulling the tightening strap with the other, gritting his teeth as if trying to break her ribs. The tightened corset made her slender waist appear even thinner, accentuating her fuller bust and shapely buttocks. With the corsets on, Shoukaku and Zuikaku's massive breasts were pushed upwards, their full, swollen flesh spilling over the edges of the halter dresses. The sides of the corsets had built-in leather cuffs. The kidnapper grabbed the wrists of the three shipgirls, placing them into the waist cuffs and locking them. This left the three women with their arms locked at their sides, bent slightly at the elbows. The leather ankle cuffs were equally simple: leather straps wrapped around their ankles and locked, with a chain only fifteen centimeters long between their feet. The talkative driver kidnapper lifted the shipgirls' long hair, encircling their jade-like necks with black collars. The black collars were unusually wide, the black leather covering their entire necks. The collars pressed down on their shoulders, forcing their chins up, making the three women hold their heads slightly high, like proud, elegant swans. The final piece of equipment was a black leather gag with a lid. The black mask covered the entire face and chin below the nose. The lid in the center was open, revealing a mouth stretched open by a mouth ring. The less talkative kidnapper took the now bound and restrained three Sakura Empire shipgirls. The hanging chains were hooked onto the rings behind their collars, hoisting the three women up again. The chain length was adjusted, keeping them suspended by their necks so that their high heels were just off the ground, forcing them to support their weight on their forefeet. This was their usual method of exhausting their "merchandise." To avoid suffocating, they had to keep their toes pressed down; any relaxation would concentrate their entire weight on their necks. The less talkative kidnapper seemed still uneasy. He pulled a large wad of cotton from his bag, along with the special anesthetic provided by the employer for these three "merchandise." He poured the remaining anesthetic into the cotton ball, absorbing it. He then divided the cotton into three portions, opened the lids of the shipgirls' gags, placed the cotton on their tongues, and closed the lids. As saliva moistened the cotton, the anesthetic would slowly seep into the shipgirls' throats, keeping them in a semi-conscious, powerless state. 23:27. The video showed only Mikasa, Shoukaku, and Zuikaku, restrained and left behind. They wore sexy, revealing halter dresses, wriggling their bodies and swaying their stocking-clad legs, their high heels tapping a chaotic, crisp rhythm on the concrete floor. 1:41 AM. The kidnappers dragged in three rectangular iron cages. Mikasa and the other two were moved again, from being hung from the warehouse rafters to being locked head-down at the bottom of the cages. Mikasa, Shoukaku, and Zuikaku, the leading figures of the Sakura Empire's conservative faction, were now kneeling with their knees bent in these cramped iron cages. The chains inside the cages restricted their heads and feet, forcing them to bow their heads and bend their bodies. Two bars were inserted between their bent knees and lower abdomen. The narrow cages offered no extra space, and these bars completely locked any possibility of movement. The three Sakura shipgirls, once of noble status, were like three lowly bitches trapped in these small cages, awaiting their human masters to sell them. 2:05 AM. A small pickup truck drove into the warehouse. The two kidnappers loaded the iron cages containing the three Sakura Empire "merchandise" and placed them one by one into the truck bed. A waterproof tarp was used again to cover the cages in the truck bed, secured with ropes to prevent it from blowing away. 2:15 AM. Loading was complete, and they were preparing to depart. The talkative kidnapper secretly took Mikasa's red high heels, which she had worn herself, from the iron bucket, stuffed them into a black cloth bag he pulled from his person, hid the bag under the driver's seat cushion, and then got into the driver's seat and started the engine. The less talkative kidnapper secured the waterproof tarp over the truck bed. Before leaving, he lit the shipgirls' original clothes, which had been thrown into the iron bucket, and got into the passenger seat, leaving the warehouse with the cleanly processed sex slaves. The first video ended here... Ming Miao had completely collapsed into Yan Wan's arms, milky white, viscous semen gushing from her pussy with a squelching sound. Yan Wan took the tablet from her hand and continued watching the video. After the first video ended, he pondered for a moment and clicked on the second video. The second video showed the same warehouse, but this one seemed to be at a dock. Through the warehouse doors, they could see containers all around, and the faint sound of a ship's horn could be heard. The time displayed in the upper right corner was 3:38. Three people were already waiting in the warehouse. The familiar pickup truck entered the warehouse's surveillance view. The driver and the passenger from the first video got out and spoke with the three people waiting there. The two groups met, walked to the back of the truck, and lifted the waterproof tarp, revealing the iron cages. The two kidnappers worked together to move the three iron cages containing Mikasa, Shoukaku, and Zuikaku down and placed them side-by-side in front of the employer. The driver kidnapper drove the pickup truck outside the warehouse, leaving one kidnapper to open the iron cages and pull the shipgirls' hair, forcing them to lift their heads for the employer's inspection. The employer, a fat man leading the group of three, checked the "merchandise" in the three iron cages one by one against the photos on his tablet. Once confirmed, he nodded to his subordinates. The two subordinates understood, went to the side, and pushed out three wooden crates, each as tall as a person, placing them in the center of the warehouse. These wooden crates opened from the side and even had a chair built inside. Nailed to the four wooden boards at the bottom of the wooden crates was an iron chair. On the seat, two rods of varying thickness were propped up. Two garish pink dildos were covered in raised bumps. The two subordinates called the kidnappers, one for each, and carried out the two sisters in black stockings and Mikasa in flesh-toned stockings, who were wearing the V-neck racing girl short dresses. All three men were tall and strong, easily carrying the three women to the chairs. They spread apart their stocking-clad thighs and positioned them onto the dildos on the chairs. The thicker dildo at the back was inserted into the anus, while the thinner one in front was inserted into the urethra. Then, a short, round mushroom-shaped vibrator was brought over. Its front half, a vibrating hemisphere, was pressed firmly against the clitoral slit, while the rear end was diagonally inserted into the chair and screwed in place.