The Lin family's daughter who was domesticated into a little bitch~

"This is the 'Gravitational Pulse'," Lin Qian's voice was a seductive calm, "it gently stimulates your cellular activity and accelerates the flow of qi and blood. Miss Lin, please relax your body and feel the flow of this energy. Do not resist." Not resist? How could she not resist? Lin Miaoyu's body trembled slightly, not from cold, but from the uncontrollable heat and tingling. She felt as if all her privacy had been stripped away, her deepest instincts laid bare for inspection. She gritted her teeth, trying to suppress all the strangeness, forcing herself to believe this was just a normal reaction of "qi and blood surging." She closed her eyes, concentrating desperately, trying to feel the ethereal "energy flow" Lin Qian spoke of. Just then, dozens of flexible, sticky "energy restraints" extended from the floor and walls of the room. They were not aggressive at all, but rather carried a tentative gentleness, as if alive, coiling towards Lin Miaoyu's body. "Now, please follow my guidance and complete the 'Qi and Blood Guiding Movements'," Lin Qian's voice held an undeniable command. Lin Miaoyu felt these restraints gently adhere to her slender waist, her long thighs, her delicate arms, and even her dainty ankles. They were not cold and hard, but rather warm, tightly enveloping her. Her body was no longer under her control. The restraints, as if alive, tugged gently, guiding her body into various difficult and shameful poses. Sometimes, they pulled her into an extreme arch, the gossamer-thin "energy guiding suit" clinging to her skin, lifting her full breasts high, forming a deep, alluring cleavage. Her hips were arched outwards, appearing even rounder and more perky beneath the transparent fabric, creating an exaggerated curve. She felt her waist being forcibly bent, her back arched, her entire body presenting an alluring arc. The transparent "guiding suit" was almost invisible under the lights, leaving every inch of her skin exposed. She felt shame, indignation, humiliation! Her proud, sexy figure, now "shaped" by these restraints, became exceptionally decadent. They seemed to deliberately restrict her freedom, yet simultaneously presented her body's most alluring curves in a distorted and suggestive manner, making her like a delicately bound work of art, or a specially posed sex doll, forced into a pose for display. She clearly felt the micro-vibration devices within the restraints activate, sending waves of tingling numbness that made her tremble uncontrollably. This feeling of her body being forcibly objectified was more direct and bone-deep than any verbal humiliation. "Very good, Miss Lin, your qi and blood are beginning to become active," Lin Qian's voice remained tinged with praise, as if she were truly undergoing some profound martial arts cultivation. Just as Lin Miaoyu was about to be driven mad by this extreme shame and strangeness, Lin Qian's voice sounded again: "To more accurately sense your 'core qi and blood,' we need an auxiliary device." Lin Miaoyu's eyes snapped open, her pupils filled with fear and unwillingness. She sensed something worse was about to happen. Before she could react, she felt something cold, with a slight hum, guided by Lin Qian, slowly, bit by bit, inserted deep into her flower. "Ah... mm!" Lin Miaoyu's body tensed violently, her every hair standing on end. The cold sensation and the foreign object feeling that followed instantly brought her to her senses. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, deep within the most private part of her body. Her face flushed so deeply it felt like blood would spill, her mind went blank, leaving only a buzzing in her ears. "This is the 'Qi and Blood Sensor,' Miss Lin. It will help you better integrate with the energy of heaven and earth," Lin Qian's voice was full of seduction, as if it were a sacred artifact. However, Lin Miaoyu could clearly feel the "sensor" begin to vibrate gently and rhythmically inside her after insertion. Each vibration stimulated the sensitive points deep within her flower, bringing waves of itching and softness from the inside out. Shame! Extreme shame! Lin Miaoyu's heart screamed. Her body, her privacy, her dignity as a daughter of the Lin family, were now thoroughly trampled by this cold foreign object, by Lin Qian. She wanted to get it out, to escape, but her body was firmly held by the restraints, unable to move. The numbness and foreign object sensation brought by the "sensor" caused her flower to contract repeatedly, secreting more fluid. This feeling of loss of control made her feel so vulgar and dirty. Her body grew hotter and more sensitive, as if all her nerve endings were infinitely magnified, each tiny vibration bringing unbearable strangeness. Lin Qian's gaze remained fixed on her trembling body, on the alluring curves outlined by the restraints, and on the faint contractions and tremors deep within her flower, caused by the intrusion of the "sensor." He saw the mixture of shame, panic, unwillingness, and a hint of inexpressible confusion in her eyes, as well as her body's most honest, passive reactions.

Next came a cruel "dressing up." The first set: "Cute Doll" style. The assistants dressed her in a seemingly harmless, yet extremely shameful "cute doll" uniform. First, a pure white lace lingerie set, as thin as cicada wings, almost transparent, revealing her proud breasts and rounded hips in a tantalizing way. The lingerie was adorned with pink bows, adding a touch of childishness. Then, a fluffy white mini-skirt, layered like a ballet skirt, but so short it barely covered her crotch, revealing the T-string and tail with every movement. Her wrists and ankles were fitted with furry white handcuffs and ankle cuffs, connected by thin chains with tiny silver bells that jingled with her every tremor. The gag was replaced with a pink "bunny mouth" shaped gag, made of soft material, but it stretched her lips into a cute and innocent "O" shape, exposing her sensitive tongue tip, saliva uncontrollably overflowing. The nipple clamps were replaced with pink bow nipple clamps, attached to thin chains of the same material. And the [X_X] ball inside her body was upgraded to an "octopus" shaped vibrating ball with several small tentacles, each high-frequency vibration like countless tiny hands stirring her flower hole simultaneously, bringing more intense and dense stimulation. She was forced into a kneeling position, bound from ankles to neck with long, transparent nylon ropes. The ropes dug into her skin, leaving alluring red marks, and cleverly lifted the curves of her breasts and buttocks, making them appear fuller and more enticing. The ends of the ropes were connected to a remote control, and with a gentle press from Lin Qian, the ropes tightened, involuntarily arching her body, her buttocks raised high. She felt like a manipulated, pre-posed sex doll, purity and lewdness strangely merging on her. Lin Miaoyu's heart screamed, she wished she could tear apart this cute cage. But her body trembled uncontrollably, the [X_X] from the "octopus" vibrator inside her was too intense, causing her to let out faint whimpers of shame, saliva mixed with tears dripping onto the floor, forming puddles of humiliation. She hated how "honest" her body was, how in the midst of extreme humiliation, it could still secrete moisture, trembling and craving more stimulation. The second set: "Sexy Succubus" style. In just a moment, the cute doll decorations were roughly torn away, replaced by a black lace see-through bodysuit. The bodysuit was as thin as cicada wings, encasing her voluptuous body, outlining every perfect curve. [X_X] was clearly visible under the transparent lace, and the private hair on her abdomen and [X_X] was faintly discernible. The bodysuit was adorned with intricate silver chains, extending from her neck to her wrists, waist, and thighs, merging with the ropes of the shibari, forming a dense and inescapable cage of sensuality. The chains were connected to small electrode pads at certain points, and every time Lin Qian pressed the remote, electricity would flow through her sensitive skin, causing her entire body to spasm instantly. The gag was replaced with a black leather "ball gag," smooth on the surface and larger in size, filling her mouth completely, distorting her small face and making her appear more helpless. The nipple clamps became thorny silver metal clamps, each heartbeat bringing a mix of stinging pain and [X_X]. The [X_X] was also replaced with a thicker, threaded "spiral" [X_X], deeply stimulating her intestines, bringing waves of unbearable fullness and numbness. Her body was forcibly spread open to its maximum limit by a metal "speculum," her private flower hole completely exposed to the air, the high-frequency vibration of the [X_X] ball clearly visible. The speculum was connected to a collar around her neck, preventing her from closing her legs, forcing her to maintain a completely open and humiliating posture. Lin Qian also put on her a pair of over-the-knee black patent leather high-heeled boots. The high heels made her unable to stand steadily, forcing her to remain in a more erotic kneeling or crawling position. Lin Miaoyu felt like a true succubus on stage, every inch of her body meticulously designed to display the most primal desires. She was acutely aware of the tingling sensation from the electrodes, the intense stimulation from the foreign objects inside her, and the humiliation of her body being forcibly manipulated. She hated how "unbearable" her body was, how even while being abused, it could produce physiological responses that filled her with shame and anger. Tears blurred her vision, but she could not escape her current appearance—a "doll" toyed with by various props, forced into erotic poses, like those AV actresses in pornographic films, completely at the mercy of others, with no power to resist. Lin Qian admired his "masterpiece" from the side. He could see the suppressed anger and despair in her eyes, the struggle he most wanted to witness. This unwillingness, this shame and anger, would eventually transform into complete submission, becoming the supreme glory of his "living collection." He knew she was sinking consciously, and this conscious descent was his greatest satisfaction.

Lin Qian was like a patient sculptor, and also like a cold-blooded beast tamer. His gaze was icy and focused, as if Lin Miaoyu were not human, but the most challenging prey he had recently subdued. He gently stroked her waist, tightened by the corset, feeling the faint tremor from her body. That shiver, in his hands, conveyed an intoxicating sense of submission. "My collection, you are gradually adapting to your new identity," Lin Qian's voice was deep and magnetic, each word like an irrefutable command, etched into Lin Miaoyu's chaotic mind. "Now, we will begin a deeper level of training—pet training. You will learn how to be a qualified, completely mine... little bitch." He removed Lin Miaoyu's "Gothic doll" attire, his movements fluid and unsparing, as if merely shedding an old garment. However, he gave her no chance to catch her breath. The cage door opened again, and several assistants entered, efficiently and skillfully fitting her with the—extremely humiliating—"K9 dog training suit" that Lin Qian had custom-made for her. This set of restraints and attire, like a curse imposed on her body and soul, transformed Lin Miaoyu from human to canine, crushing her dignity even more thoroughly, turning it into dust. First, the metal collar around her neck was roughly removed and replaced with a thick, heavy, and cold metal dog collar. Suspended from the collar was a matte, heavy nameplate, on which four large characters were arrogantly and conspicuously engraved in blood-red font—"Lin Qian's [X_X]". The cold weight of the nameplate pressed on her throat, and every swallow, every breath, was accompanied by the cold friction of the nameplate and the reminder of those humiliating words, as if they were carved into her flesh. Next, a cold and rough bit was forcibly inserted into her mouth, replacing the previous gag. The bit forcibly propped her mouth open to its limit, her jaw aching from the prolonged stretching. A thin, tough leather strap was threaded through the root of her tongue, pulling her tongue tip tightly out, keeping her tongue extended and unable to retract. Lin Miaoyu's saliva was no longer controlled, continuously spilling from her open mouth, along her extended tongue, wetting her chin, neck, and chest, forming puddles of humiliating water on the ground. This complete loss of physiological control made her feel boundless shame and filth, as if she were merely an animal, played with without dignity, left with only the most basic instincts. Then, her limbs were forcibly folded and bound in an inhumane posture. Her thighs and calves were tightly pressed together, forcibly folded and bound, while her upper arms and forearms were also bound and fixed to the sides of her torso. This extreme binding made it impossible for her to stand, leaving her slumped on the ground in an extremely contorted posture, like a doll carelessly folded up. Her hands were forcibly fitted with soft, form-fitting black latex gloves, which were then forced into fists. Cold metal rings were embedded at the knuckles of the gloves, glinting in the light, like the shameful marks of her new identity. Subsequently, an exquisitely intricate set of black spider web bondage ropes was precisely and artistically wrapped around her folded and bound body. Each rope dug tightly into her plump skin, leaving shocking flesh marks, displaying her originally hot and sexy figure in an extremely erotic and desperate manner. Her proud [X_X] were lifted high by the ropes, and her [X_X] became even more sensitive and prominent under the pull of the nipple clamps. The spider web ropes not only bound her torso into alluring curves but also had a portion of the ropes cleverly and precisely connected to the metal rings on the latex gloves. This meant that every involuntary struggle, every forced crawl, would pull these ropes, directly tugging at her breasts, squeezing and rubbing her [X_X], and even lightly brushing the entrance of her flower, bringing waves of humiliating and irresistible [X_X] caused by the friction. This imposed [X_X] was the "domestication reward" meticulously designed by Lin Qian, making her unable to extricate herself from the sinking of her body, consciously experiencing the pain of her flesh betraying her.

"Now, my [X_X], lesson one: crawl." Lin Qian's voice was laced with a cold command, each word like an iron chain, binding her soul tightly. In his hand, he held a delicate metal dog leash, one end attached to her collar. "Crawl to my feet, like a real dog." His tone was irrefutable, carrying an absolute control. Lin Miaoyu's body trembled violently with humiliation. She wanted to resist, to ignite her martial spirit and perish with him, but the restraints, the props, the mask, the gag – everything choked off her last possibility of defiance. The gag forced her tongue out, her saliva uncontrollably dripping, preventing her from uttering a moan of refusal. Every struggle was met with the friction of the restraints against her breasts and pussy, that shame-inducing, death-defying forced [X_X] that caused her to collapse completely on a physiological level. Under Lin Qian's condescending gaze, she could only crawl on her knees and elbows, step by agonizingly slow step, towards Lin Qian. Her saliva continuously dripped from the tip of her extended tongue, leaving wet marks on the ground, a path of shame as "Lin Qian's [X_X]," each step a descent into becoming his pet. Whenever she hesitated, Lin Qian would give a gentle tug on the leash. The weight of the collar and the coldness of the tag would remind her of her current identity – his exclusive plaything. She felt her soul being stripped away piece by piece, her martial heart already riddled with cracks. She was no longer Lin Miaoyu; she was merely what was written on the tag – "Lin Qian's [X_X]." She acutely felt the humiliation of her body and the passive [X_X], two forces intertwined into an inescapable net, pulling her deeper and deeper into the abyss until her soul was completely canine, with no possibility of recovery.

Lin Miaoyu's body trembled violently from extreme humiliation, yet she was powerless to resist. The K9 canine training suit had completely bound her into a contorted mass of flesh, her limbs folded and secured, forcing her to crawl on her knees and elbows. Every attempt to struggle caused the ropes around her breasts and [X_X] to be pulled by the metal rings on the latex gloves, sending waves of humiliating and irresistible tingling sensations [X_X] from the friction. The muzzle forced her mouth open, her tongue pulled out, saliva dripping uncontrollably, having long lost the right to utter a human sound of refusal. The dog mask obscured her face, leaving only her bloodshot eyes, wide with despair, staring blankly at the ground. She felt a surge of heat from the depths of her heart, a burning intertwined with anger and despair that threatened to tear her apart. But this anger could not be vented, instead transforming into deeper humiliation, betraying her with her body's passive reactions with every struggle. She didn't want to move, didn't want to crawl towards that demon, but her body's instincts and external coercion forced her. "What are you hesitating for? My dog." Lin Qian's voice held a hint of displeasure. He gave a gentle tug on the metal dog leash in his hand, and the collar tightened sharply. The nameplate, cold against her collarbone, with the words "Lin Qian's [X_X]" seemed to mock her last vestiges of resistance. Simultaneously, the ropes connected to the latex gloves tightened again, [X_X] being fiercely clamped, causing the [X_X] and [X_X] bulbs deep within her vulva to jolt, pulling her back from the brink of resistance into the abyss once more. This faint pain and forced [X_X] instantly crushed her remaining will. She knew she could not resist. She could only obey. Tears of humiliation slid silently from beneath the mask, blurring her vision. She took a deep breath, a suppressed, animalistic whimper escaping her throat like a wounded cub. Then, using her knees and elbows, bound into a fleshly mass, she painfully pushed herself up and began to crawl forward, step by agonizing step. "Hh... hh..." Each movement was accompanied by a dull ache emanating from beneath the memory foam pads on her knees and elbows. The pain wasn't intense, but it was a constant reminder that she was no longer human, merely a trained dog. Even more infuriating, each laborious crawl pulled the ropes of the shibari, [X_X] being squeezed and kneaded, [X_X] becoming more swollen under the nipple clamps, and her sensitive vulva burning from the friction of the crotch rope and [X_X]. The passively generated tingling sensation coursed through her like electricity, causing the [X_X] bulbs deep within her body to subtly rotate with each undulation, triggering shivers of [X_X]. Her saliva dripped from the tip of her extended tongue, drop by drop, onto the smooth cage floor, leaving a trail of her humiliation. She crawled agonizingly slowly, with extreme reluctance, but Lin Qian's gaze, like an invisible hand, followed her relentlessly, allowing her no respite. By the time she reached Lin Qian's feet, her body was completely spent, soaked in sweat and saliva, as if she had just been pulled from water. "Very good." Lin Qian's voice held a hint of satisfied amusement. He leaned down, his long fingers lightly lifting the dog leash at her neck, completely controlling her. He didn't give her a chance to look up at him, instead lightly kicking her chin with the tip of his shoe, commanding, "Down, my [X_X]." "Stick out your tongue and lick my shoes clean," Lin Qian commanded again, his tone laced with playfulness. "Like a loyal bitch, obey your master."

"That's right," Lin Qian said, as if seeing through her thoughts, and cruelly added, "Use your tongue and lick it clean. You made this mess, and as my exclusive pet, this is your responsibility." She closed her eyes in despair, tears welling up from beneath the mask, mixing with her saliva and soaking her chin. Her body's instincts screamed in protest, but the leash in Lin Qian's hand tugged gently again, and the vibration intensity of the toy inside her increased, her numb [X_X] leaving her mind blank. She felt as if her body no longer belonged to her, controlled by an invisible force. Finally, under the crushing pressure of extreme humiliation and [X_X], Lin Miaoyu's head was forced down. Her extended tongue was compelled to reach out towards the dampened bedding. The warm liquid, carrying an indescribable musky scent, touched her tongue, making her feel an unprecedented sense of nausea and humiliation. Yet, she couldn't stop. Her body's instincts and Lin Qian's command made her lick, clumsily and desperately, like a real dog, until the bedding became relatively dry. "Mmm, good girl," Lin Qian's voice came again, with a hint of satisfied nasalization. He walked to the other side of the cage and took out a shiny spherical gag and a bone-shaped rubber toy from a transparent cabinet. "Now, let's play a game, my little bitch," Lin Qian handed the shiny spherical gag to his assistant. "Put this in her mouth." The gag that had been used to pull out her tongue was removed from Lin Miaoyu's mouth. The smooth, cold spherical gag was forcibly shoved into her mouth, completely blocking her oral cavity, preventing her from even whimpering, only allowing suppressed "whimpers" to escape. Her tongue was pressed by the ball, her mouth was stretched to its limit, and saliva overflowed uncontrollably again. Lin Qian tossed the bone-shaped rubber toy with a bell to the other end of the cage. The bell made a crisp sound, echoing in the cage. "Go, my good puppy. Fetch the bone," Lin Qian commanded, his tone laced with a hint of playful excitement. "Pick it up with your mouth and bring it back to me." Lin Miaoyu's body trembled with humiliation. She didn't want to move, but Lin Qian's gaze and the invisible leash in his hand made her unable to resist. She could only once again, humiliatingly, get on her knees and elbows and clumsily crawl towards the bone. The gag in her mouth prevented her from biting down, so she had to rely on the muscles of her cheeks and jaw, and her tongue pressed against the inside of her mouth, to barely pick up the bone. She felt that she had completely degenerated into a plaything, an animal being toyed with, devoid of any dignity. When she brought the bone to Lin Qian's feet, Lin Qian smiled with satisfaction again. He even bent down and gently patted her head, which was covered by the mask, as if treating a real dog. "You're such an obedient good girl." "Whimper..." Lin Miaoyu could only let out muffled whimpers, blocked by the gag. She felt her heart was already riddled with holes; her former martial heart was now a barren wasteland. In the time that followed, Lin Miaoyu's "pet routine" was continuously deepened. She was forced to wear a black leather hood that completely covered her head, depriving her of all sight and hearing, immersing her completely in darkness and silence, amplifying her senses infinitely. She could only perceive the world through physical touch, Lin Qian's scent, and the constantly vibrating sex toys inside her body. This complete sensory deprivation made her dependence on Lin Qian reach an unprecedented level. Every touch from Lin Qian became the only solace in her dark world. Even though the touch was humiliating and controlling, it brought her a pathological sense of security. Her consciousness began to blur, her ability to think gradually disappeared, leaving only conditioned reflexes to Lin Qian's commands and the endless, forced [X_X] within her body. She was no longer Lin Miaoyu. She was just Lin Qian's—"little bitch," a completely domesticated, fully canine-ized living collection. Her soul had been thoroughly, canine-ized.

Lin Zhentian's aged body trembled violently with rage. In his deep-set eyes, his past martial arts beliefs and family dignity, in the face of Lin Miaoyu's hollow, numb gaze, had completely transformed into a flame that burned everything. He slammed a fist onto the energy shield. The transparent barrier rippled with dazzling waves, emitting a muffled "buzz," yet it remained as still as a sigh. His voice hoarse, he gathered his lifelong internal energy in his throat and let out a roar that shook the basement: "Lin Qian! You beast! I'll see you dead!" Lin Qian stood behind the energy shield, like a master on a stage. He smiled contemptuously, his smile laced with mockery of the Lin family's hysteria. Through the humming barrier, he spoke in an elegant, pathological tone, "See me dead? No, Patriarch Lin. I am enjoying my masterpiece, enjoying how your Lin family's most proud genius is being 'remolded' in my hands. Is this not art?" No longer content with simple displays, he adopted the tone of a trainer, issuing new commands to Lin Miaoyu with clear, precise words, each one like a cold silver needle piercing Lin Zhentian's heart. "My little bitch, your family doesn't believe in your identity. Prove to them who you are now." Lin Miaoyu's head, covered by a full leather hood, trembled slightly. Her hollow eyes stared directly at Lin Qian, as if he were the only light in her world, her every sense now existing only for her master. The cold tag engraved with "Lin Qian's Exclusive Bitch" on her neck glinted faintly with her slight movements. "Patriarch Lin, watch closely." Lin Qian said, taking the remote control for the dog leash attached to Lin Miaoyu's collar from his waist and giving it a gentle tug. "Little bitch, come here. Come to your beloved master." Lin Qian's voice held an irresistible magic. Lin Miaoyu's body immediately responded with conditioned obedience. Her limbs, forcibly folded and bound by the K9 harness, felt a faint, dull ache beneath the memory foam padding, a constant reminder of her humiliating "pet status," though not the tearing pain. She could only move on her knees and elbows, crawling towards Lin Qian in a contorted, clumsy posture. Every inch she moved felt like a gash torn into the hearts of the Lin family members. Her gaze remained fixed on Lin Qian, ignoring Lin Zhentian's heart-wrenching cries from outside the energy shield. "Now, greet your new master." Lin Qian stroked her leather-covered head. Lin Miaoyu immediately emitted a low, contented "purr" like a trained dog receiving affection, the sound of a thoroughly domesticated canine seeking favor and submission from its master. She even nuzzled her head against Lin Qian's leg, her posture strikingly similar to a puppy seeking affection. Lin Zhentian watched, his eyes bulging with rage, his heart feeling as if it were being flayed. His granddaughter, who once playfully pestered him and proudly displayed her martial arts skills, now groveled like a lowly bitch before another man. He couldn't fathom how this high-and-mighty Lin Qian had managed to tame her to such an extent. "Enough! Lin Qian! You pervert!" One of the Lin family elders could no longer bear it. He slammed his palm onto the energy shield, unleashing a torrent of violent internal energy. The entire basement trembled, yet the barrier remained unshaken. Lin Qian, however, was unperturbed, as if watching an amusing play. "Angry? Furious? This is exactly what I want." He gently caressed Lin Miaoyu's proud yet shameful curves, sculpted by the Shibari ropes. He even pinched her [X_X] through the ropes with his finger. Lin Miaoyu's body immediately trembled with a numb sensation from the [X_X], emitting a low moan suppressed by the gag. "The more furious you are, the higher her value in my hands. Because your anger is the perfect nourishment for my taming." Lin Qian's voice was filled with pathological triumph. "Little bitch, perform for your family." Lin Qian's voice suddenly turned commanding. With a light press of the remote in his hand, the frequency of the vibrator inside Lin Miaoyu and the dog tail [X_X] was instantly set to maximum. The uncontrollable, intense [X_X] surged through Lin Miaoyu's body like an electric current. Lin Miaoyu's body arched violently. Her cunt spasmed intensely, and her lubrication gushed out uncontrollably, soaking the floor beneath her. Her throat emitted broken whimpers and low growls, the bestial cries of a creature pushed to the brink by [X_X] and shame, unable to release. Her legs trembled violently from the [X_X], her breasts, tightly bound by the Shibari, heaved with her movements. The nipple clamps on her [X_X] bounced with the vibrations, bringing a deeper layer of stimulation. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, sweat mixing with tears, trickling down her face, fixed by the open-mouth gag and dog mask, pooling at her lips and dripping with saliva. Her consciousness, repeatedly assaulted by the tidal wave of lust, became completely blurred, leaving only passive submission and involuntary obedience. "Look, Patriarch Lin." Lin Qian smiled triumphantly. He even bent down, used a finger to pick up Lin Miaoyu's overflowing lubrication, brought it to his lips to taste, and then brought his finger to the edge of the energy shield, as if to let Lin Zhentian smell the shameful scent. "She can now enter heat for me at any time and enjoy it. This is her 'talent,' and my 'art.'" Lin Zhentian's heart felt as if it had been pierced by a knife. He couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. He looked at the face that was once innocent and proud, now only showing the numbness and submission of being dominated by lust. He knew Lin Qian was not lying; Lin Miaoyu's soul had been utterly destroyed.

Lin Miaoyu's gaze had become remarkably canine. The clarity and pride that once defined her were gone, replaced by a tamed, fawning obedience, a dependent submission. She had even begun to instinctively understand Lin Qian's tone and expressions, rather than merely obeying commands. When Lin Qian's eyes held a hint of amusement, her tail would instinctively wag [X_X]; when he showed displeasure, she would lower her head, emitting a whimpering whine. Her fetish outfits became increasingly varied, each pushing her deeper into shame. Sometimes it was a very short maid dress with a cute dog-ear headband and collar, worn with only a thong underneath, exposing large swathes of smooth skin. Other times, it was a tight leather bodysuit that contorted her full breasts and buttocks, and along with the bells adorning her body, chimed with every submissive movement. These outfits became the insignia of her "dog-like nature," and the perfect complement to Lin Qian's "artwork." Occasionally, Lin Qian would take her to a more spacious "training ground," where Lin Miaoyu was required to perform more complex "acts." She was led by a remotely controlled leash, and at Lin Qian's command, she would perform various actions like a well-trained pet dog: jumping, crawling, spinning, and even assuming more humiliating postures—for instance, her legs forced apart, her rear raised, awaiting her master's "inspection." Each successful completion was met with [X_X] and Lin Qian's "praise." Lin Miaoyu's martial spirit, that former resilience and pride, had been almost completely eroded. Her longing for her grandfather, like a flickering candle flame, was buffeted by the storms of Lin Qian's repeated taming, growing weaker and weaker until it was almost extinguished. She began to feel confused. Why did her body develop such intense dependence and [X_X] towards Lin Qian? Why did her consciousness find it increasingly difficult to resist Lin Qian's commands? Lin Miaoyu's world was now confined to the small space of her cage, and Lin Qian's omnipresent control. Her "pet routine" was meticulously orchestrated by Lin Qian, running like the most precise instrument. In the early morning, as the first faint light filtered through the special glass of the cage, Lin Miaoyu's body would instinctively become active. The vibrator and [X_X] within her would hum softly under system commands, like a wake-up signal. She would proactively crawl on her knees and elbows to the "pet toilet" in the corner of the cage, skillfully raising her rear to relieve herself. During this process, her dog tail [X_X] would sway gently with her movements, and the thong would rub against her wet cunt, bringing a subtle [X_X]. After defecating, she would obediently crawl to the specially designed "food bowl" and, on all fours, use her tongue, pulled out by the O-ring, to lick the liquid food in the bowl. Lin Qian would occasionally appear, looking down at her as she ate, sometimes lightly kicking her buttocks with his toe to urge her to speed up. Whenever he stroked her head, Lin Miaoyu would instinctively emit a contented "purring" sound, the ultimate expression of a tamed canine's complete submission to its master. Her fetish outfits were changed daily, Lin Qian tirelessly selecting different styles of humiliating attire for her. Sometimes it was a pink lolita maid outfit, with cutouts on the chest and lower body, the dog-ear headband and collar making her appear even more cute and lewd. Other times, it was a black lace cat-woman costume, its tight design accentuating her stunning 36D curves, the nipple rings on her chest and the bells on her [X_X] clanging with her passive tremors. These clothes were not meant to conceal, but to better display her eroticism and submission as a "living collection." Most of the day, Lin Miaoyu would perform various "acts" in the "training ground

Inside the luxurious sedan, a profound silence reigned, broken only by the low rumble of the engine and the intermittent, urgent, yet muffled whimpers emanating from Lin Miaoyu's throat, obstructed by a gag. Lin Qian sat beside her, a satisfied curve gracing his lips. He held no chains, merely a delicate leash extending from her collar, as if it were not a restraint but an intimate connection. Lin Miaoyu's body, like a meticulously controlled puppet, curled submissively on the seat. Her delicate, doll-like face was stretched by the gag, saliva trickling down the corners of her mouth, staining her plain, Lin family-style attire with each drop, defiling her last vestiges of dignity. The collar, engraved with "Lin Qian's loyal dog," lay cold against her neck, proclaiming her unquestionable ownership. Within her crimson eyes, a shame and despair burned more intensely than ever before. Her consciousness screamed wildly, shrieked, and roared! "Why?! Why is this happening?! I could have resisted! I am a Lin family daughter! I possess powerful martial arts! Why am I not moving?! Why does my body submit so humiliatingly?!" In her mind, Lin Zhentian's aged, grief-stricken face materialized, his desperate attempt to save her, the hopeful light in his eyes, now transformed into the sharpest blades, flaying her soul again and again. She remembered! She remembered everything! Her grandfather had saved her, she had briefly regained her senses, she had thought she had escaped. But now... she was back here, beside Lin Qian, and in a more complete, more humiliating way, she had delivered herself back into the abyss with her own hands. This powerlessness, watching her own descent, filled her heart with immense shame and indignation. "Wuwu... Grandpa... wuwu..." Her consciousness cried out in despair, but only canine whimpers escaped her mouth. This dissonance between her thoughts and her sounds pushed her shame to its peak. She felt an unprecedented breakdown. She was trying her utmost to resist, desperately wanting to escape, yet her body, as if all its strength had been drained, refused to obey. Lin Qian seemed to notice the struggle in her eyes and the faint trembling of her body. The smile on his lips deepened, tinged with a morbid playfulness. He reached out, gently stroking the neck of Lin Miaoyu, where the collar was fastened, his fingertips gliding over the nameplate engraved with "Lin Qian's loyal dog." "Hmm? My little bitch, have you been naughty after not seeing your master for so long?" he murmured softly, as if speaking to a real pet, his tone full of mockery. "What? Still thinking about that old geezer? Your master is right here." Lin Miaoyu's body jolted at his words. She felt extreme shame, desperately wanting to pull away from his touch. However, her body, uncontrollably, leaned slightly into his palm as if seeking affection, and a low, appeasing "wuwu" sound emerged from her throat. She realized this instinctive reaction, and the shame made her wish she could bite off her own tongue! She wanted to resist, to distance herself, but her body, as if under a spell, reacted in the complete opposite way. This coy resistance made her appear even more submissive and alluring in Lin Qian's eyes. "See, you clearly miss me." Lin Qian chuckled with satisfaction, his fingers lightly scratching Lin Miaoyu's chin, just like one would a real pet dog. Lin Miaoyu's head tilted up involuntarily, and more urgent "wuwu" sounds came from her mouth, as if begging for more petting. Her consciousness wept, cursed, but her body greedily responded.

He walked up to her. At that moment, she was sleeping soundly through the night in a forced, humiliating "canine" posture. Her limbs were folded and bound—her thighs strapped tightly to her calves, and her upper arms to her forearms, rendering her incapable of straightening any limb. She could only maintain this bizarre, curled-up posture perpetually. This restraint prevented her from supporting her body with her palms and soles, forcing her to rest on her knees and elbows. To prevent permanent damage from prolonged crawling (Lin Qian absolutely forbade any flaws in his "collection"), thick memory foam pads were tied to these areas. However, even with the padding, prolonged pressure left a dull, persistent ache deep within her joints. The pain was like a faithful alarm clock, constantly reminding her: you are no longer human, you are merely a pet that crawls on its knees and elbows. On her head, she wore a fluffy white dog ear headband. Her face was covered by a soft, custom-made leather dog mask, designed to push her nose slightly upwards, mimicking a canine's curious sniffing, while leaving her mouth completely exposed. Or rather, it was forced open to an extreme, inhuman degree by a cold, silver-gleaming speculum. Her tongue was pulled out from the speculum and then secured to the outside of her lower lip with a small, lockable piercing clamp, forever holding her in a lewd posture, tongue lolling as if to please her master. She couldn't swallow, couldn't close her mouth. The saliva that secreted uncontrollably dripped, drop by drop, forming glistening threads from the tip of her powerless tongue onto the expensive absorbent mat beneath her. This uncontrollable, physiological drooling was a deeper humiliation than any whipping. Her hands were confined within tight black latex gloves, clenched into fists, unable to open. A sturdy metal ring was sewn into the center of each glove's palm. This ring, connected by a very short, taut rope, was attached to the core knot of the complex Japanese shibari harness she wore. Her entire torso, from her neck to the base of her thighs, was bound with tough hemp rope in an artistic, diamond-shaped, carapace-like grid. Each rope dug deeply into her fair skin, squeezing her full breasts and soft abdomen into erotic, alluring flesh mounds. Knots converged at her chest, back, and her most shameful [X_X], forming visual focal points. The rope connecting her hands was the finishing touch to this system. It meant that every movement of her elbows as she crawled, every unconscious, slight struggle, would directly pull on the entire shibari structure, tightening the ropes binding her breasts and [X_X], bringing waves of sudden, pain-laced [X_X]. Around her neck, she wore the leather collar that would never be removed, the symbol of ownership. Attached to the collar was a small, platinum tag, chillingly cool against her collarbone. It bore no name, only an etched, cold inscription declaring her identity: 【Lin Qian's Bitch】 "Awake, my little thing." His voice was always calm, devoid of emotion, yet possessed an irrefutable authority. She immediately opened her eyes, struggling to lift her head, trying to catch sight of her master through the eyeholes of the dog mask. Simultaneously, this movement pulled on the ropes behind her, eliciting a suppressed, electric-like [X_X] hum. Then came the "morning inspection." He would put on a pair of thin, black medical gloves and, like inspecting a precision instrument, begin to examine every restraint on her body. He would use his fingers to check the tightness of the collar around her neck, and a small brush to clean away dried saliva stains from the corners of her mouth. She remembered one time, he noticed a shallow red mark on her knee, abraded by the edge of the pad from a slight struggle the previous night. Lin Miaoyu expected punishment and tensed her body in fear. But Lin Qian merely frowned, removed her knee pads, and took out a tube of expensive ointment. He dipped his fingertip into it and gently, meticulously applied it to the red mark. His movements were light, with a touch of cold focus. "My collection must be flawless," he said, applying the ointment in a matter-of-fact tone. "Any imperfection is a desecration of me. If you disobey again and injure yourself, the punishment will not be so simple." At that moment, she felt an extreme humiliation. But now, curled on this dirty ground, stained with unknown filth, the sensation of his cold, ointment-scented fingertips, that possessive and domineering statement, had become the clearest, most desired "tenderness" in her mind. After inspecting the external restraints, it was time for the internal ones.

This was chosen by Master. When I put it on, it meant I was still his little cat, his most beloved collectible. Then, Lin Qian picked up the pink and white K8 cat suit. He first held her thigh, folded it backward, and pressed her ankle tightly against her hip. Then, he used a leather strap printed with cute paw prints to firmly bind her lower leg to her thigh. "Mew..." Lin Miaoyu let out a suppressed whimper. The familiar sensation of being deprived of the ability to walk sent a shiver through her body. She remembered how she used to tense her leg muscles to the point of cramping, trying to break free for even a moment, to resist this restraint. But now, she simply relaxed her body, allowing Lin Qian to fold and bind her other leg in the same way. She knew that from this moment on, she would once again lose the ability to stand and could only crawl like a real pet. Yet, this realization no longer brought her anger, but a strange sense of "belonging." *I don't need to stand up anymore.* she thought. Standing up meant facing danger alone. Only by crawling on the ground could she always stay by Master's side. Lin Qian strapped the memory foam pads onto her knees and elbows. The dull ache, a reminder of her pet status, returned, but this time, the pain felt like a confirmation, confirming her "identity" and "safety." Then, Lin Qian picked up a pair of brand-new, equally pink and white latex gloves. He folded and bound her hands in the same way, then put on the gloves and forcibly clenched her fingers into fists, one by one. Next was the brand-new Japanese-style Shibari. This time, the rope binding acted directly on top of her catgirl swimsuit. The tough hemp rope snaked around her body, tightening the already form-fitting fetish uniform even further. The rope circled her neck, crossed over her chest, and ruthlessly squeezed her breasts, encased in lace, from the root, compressing them into even more exaggerated and alluring shapes, as if they were about to burst through the thin lace at any moment. Knots converged at her lower abdomen, back, and the most shameful [X_X], pressing the micro-tentacles inside the uniform deeper into her skin, bringing a series of subtle, heart-stopping sensations of foreign objects. Finally, Lin Qian reconnected the metal rings on her forcibly clenched hands to the core knot of the Shibari with the tough rope. "Ah..." Lin Miaoyu couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She knew the malicious design of this. It meant that every movement of her elbows as she crawled, every unconscious, slight struggle, would directly pull on the entire Shibari structure, tightening the ropes binding her breasts and [X_X] even further, bringing waves of sudden, pain-laced [X_X]. This set of restraints turned her body into a precise "instrument" capable of self-discipline. The cat ear headband was placed on her head, and the furry sensation made her instinctively shake her head. Then came a prop of extreme humiliation she had never experienced before—a nose hook. Lin Qian took out a small, pure silver nose hook with a smooth curve. He pinched her chin, making her tilt her head slightly. The cold metal, with an irresistible force, gently hooked her nasal septum, and then a thin silver chain connected it upwards to the cat ear headband on her forehead. This completely destroyed her facial features as a "human." Her nose was pulled upward, her lips were forced slightly open, revealing a humiliated and lewd expression that was both animalistic and seemed to be begging for something. This constant pulling sensation from the center of her face made her feel less like "Lin Miaoyu" than any other restraint. Lin Qian removed the transparent glass ball gag from her mouth. During her brief gasp for air, he replaced it with the cold open-mouth ring and the locked tongue piercing clamp. Uncontrollable saliva once again dripped from the tip of her tongue, forming a crystal-clear thread, onto the semi-transparent lace on her chest. This extreme humiliation caused her entire body to flush pink. Finally, the black cat tail [X_X], coated with lubricant, was slowly inserted into her rear. The cold sensation of a foreign object and the feeling of fullness caused her body to convulse, her tail elegantly flicking behind her, swaying slightly with her rapid breaths. When all the restraints and toys were in place, Lin Qian took a step back and examined his masterpiece with an almost reverent gaze. Lin Miaoyu was no longer the same person she was before. She had become a thoroughly objectified, deformed yet beautiful "pet," a hybrid of cat and dog elements. She felt everything clearly. She knew how debased and humiliated she was. Yet, deep within her heart, an unprecedented, pathological sense of satisfaction surged. She had been "reshaped" by Master. She had been given a new "identity." She was no longer that abandoned, dirty plaything. She was Lin Qian's, exclusive, one-of-a-kind—little cat. She raised her head, gazing at her Master with her watery red eyes full of adoration and attachment, letting out a pleased "mew" from her throat, and actively crawled two steps in his direction with her bound knees and elbows.

"Miao Yu, don't be afraid. I'm Uncle Chen. I'm here to save you," he said in the fastest, gentlest voice, audible only to the two of them. However, Lin Miao Yu's reaction was not one of surprise, nor the slightest hint of seeking help. Instead, it was extreme, soul-deep terror and resistance! Her body recoiled violently, like a wild cat whose territory had been invaded. From the depths of her throat came a suppressed, warning growl, low and canine-like! "Mmm... Hrr..." When Chen Lei reached out, attempting to lift her from the ground, she erupted completely! She began to struggle madly. Her hands, bound behind her back, were immobilized by the restraints of the single glove, but her legs thrashed and kicked desperately! Her knees and elbows scraped furiously against the smooth, cold obsidian floor, emitting a chilling "shhh, shhh" sound! Her reaction was not that of a hostage being rescued! It was more like a food-guarding, frenzied beast defending its territory and its only... master! Chen Lei's heart was pierced by this wild, incomprehensible reaction! But he had no time to hesitate! Gritting his teeth, he used his superhuman strength to forcibly hold the struggling, naked girl tightly, yet as gently as possible, in his arms. "Don't be afraid! Miao Yu! Don't be afraid! I'm taking you home!" he growled anxiously. With the precise and swift movement of a special forces soldier, his other hand found the clasp of the humiliating muzzle around her cheek. With a "click," the metal torture device that had tormented her for so long, rendering her speechless, was instantly released! The moment her mouth was freed, Lin Miao Yu's mouth felt incredibly stiff from the prolonged, forced stretching. A sour taste, a mixture of saliva and humiliation, filled her mouth. More importantly, there was a deep-seated fear of "speaking human words"! She feared punishment! She feared the hellish electric shocks and endless torment that would accompany "wrong words"! However, under Chen Lei's gaze, filled with anxiety, pain, and hope, and under the spell-like call of "taking you home" in her ear, the conflict and struggle within her reached an unprecedented peak! The unyielding soul that belonged to "Lin Miao Yu" seemed to have a final, desperate surge, a last flicker of life! Speak! Tell him! Beg him to take you away! This is your last chance! But the instinct of the "pet," long domesticated and completely consumed by fear, screamed with even greater force: Shut up! Don't speak! You'll anger the master! He'll punish you! He'll... abandon you! In the end, the two extreme, contradictory emotions twisted and merged bizarrely within her already shattered soul. In a hoarse voice, using all her strength, she uttered her first words upon regaining the ability to speak, in a tone mixed with extreme fear, boundless shame, and a trace of pathological "loyalty" to her master that she herself hadn't even noticed: "Chen Lei! Let go... let go of Master Lin Qian's... little bitch!" She didn't even dare, or had forgotten, how to use the first-person pronoun that represented "self"—"I." Her mouth, her vocal cords, her entire language system instinctively used the objectified, humiliating, yet also "safe" identity that Lin Qian had deeply imprinted on the deepest part of her soul through countless electric shocks and rewards.

The network of straps continued downwards, cinching her slender waist to its limit, creating a breathtaking hourglass figure that contrasted sharply with her full breasts above. At her lower abdomen, the straps split into three, forming a structure that served as both a garter and a chastity device. The thickest strap dug deeply into her rear, threading its way forward along the most intimate path, through the area that had been meticulously shaved bare, and finally locking into the metal ring at her lower belly. This ensured that with every movement, the hard leather would grind against her most sensitive flesh, sending waves of mortifying electricity through her. Her arms were forced back. A black leather muff confined her clasped arms from elbow to wrist within a tight space. The constricting straps eliminated any possibility of separating her arms. Two straps wrapped around her shoulders, securing the muff firmly in front of her chest, rendering her upper body completely immobile, forcing her to arch her chest like a sacrificial offering awaiting inspection. The restraint on her legs was even more brutal. Lin Qian had fitted her with a pair of black, hoof-shaped high-heeled boots that extended all the way to her upper thighs, secured by several straps. The foot of the boot was set at a cruel, almost vertical angle, the metal sole forcing her to constantly tense the top of her foot, supporting her entire weight on her toes. Every step was an unspeakable torture and torment to her arches and toes. More fatally, a cold, non-adjustable steel spreader was fixed between the inner sides of the boots, forcing her legs apart by about thirty centimeters. This made normal walking impossible, forcing her to shuffle in an extremely awkward, shameful posture, like a doll with damaged joints. After completing all this, Lin Qian produced today's "core prop." He used lubricant to open her hidden passage from behind and inserted a tail made of five remote-controlled anal beads of progressively increasing size, its fluffy white tail now hanging shamefully between her buttocks. In the exposed, unprotected area in front, which was constricted by the straps, he attached a mechanical clitoral stimulator with a micro-camera, capable of remote suction and licking, which Lin Qian called the "Rose Kiss." Finally, the external disguise – a thoroughly modified nurse's uniform, so thin it was almost lingerie, worn tightly over the restraints. Over this, he added a perfectly tailored beige trench coat that concealed her figure, a baseball cap, sunglasses that obscured her true gaze, and a cashmere scarf that perfectly hid the collar around her neck and the lower part of the horse-bit gag. As Lin Qian led her by the leash-like strap into the sunlight, which appeared both familiar and strange due to her blurred vision, Lin Miaoyu's heart was completely submerged by a tsunami of shame. The sounds of voices, cars, and laughter on the street echoed as if from another world. In her blurred vision, figures flickered past her. She couldn't see their faces clearly, but she could distinctly feel their presence. This was more terrifying than being blindfolded; she was forced to consciously perceive herself in the midst of a crowd, to be the most lewd and shameless exhibition under the guise of a "normal person." The flames of unwillingness and indignation burned fiercely in her chest. She was Lin Miaoyu, not a lustful doll stuffed with wires and props! She wanted to scream, to struggle, to tear off this disguise and denounce the demon's crimes to the entire world! However, the gag silenced her cry, and a deeper fear strangled her resistance. Her mind uncontrollably flashed back to that cold night – the drunken man reeking of alcohol, those dirty hands about to touch her skin, the words "free sex slave" echoing in her ears like a curse... If Lin Qian hadn't descended like a god and kicked the drunkard away, she would have been utterly defiled that night. Lin Qian had saved her. This thought, like the most venomous poison, numbed her hatred. Yes, it was this man who had pushed her into hell, but it was also this man who had pulled her back from the brink of another, dirtier, and more unpredictable hell. The humiliation he inflicted was at least "exclusive" and controllable. The vague world of unknown "drunks" was the true, bottomless abyss. This pathological dependence, born from trauma, made her follow Lin Qian obediently, docilely, and closely. Suddenly, a low, continuous hum emanated from the depths of her hidden passage behind her. The first anal bead began to vibrate at high frequency! "Mmm... Nnnh!" The sudden stimulation made her body tremble, her legs weaken, and the heels of her hoof boots scraped harshly against the ground. A strong sensation of foreignness and numbness surged from the depths of her intestines straight to her brain! Her waist convulsed uncontrollably, her hips swaying instinctively, causing the white tail to sway along with them. Immediately after, the second, then the third anal bead... were activated in succession! The pleasure intensified layer by layer, like accumulating waves, crashing against the shore of her sanity. Her mind went blank, and she could only passively endure this shameful sensation from her rear. Just as she was about to be swallowed by this wave, Lin Qian pressed another button. The "Rose Kiss" in front of her activated! "Ah—!!!" A piercing scream, muffled into a vague wail by the gag, erupted from the depths of her throat. If the previous stimulation was a wave, this was now a volcanic eruption! The small device, with a precision and angle that surpassed human skill, frantically sucked, licked, and teased her most sensitive core!

"Mmm..." Lin Miaoyu's body trembled reflexively. From her numb consciousness, a sense of humiliation, mixed with pain and pleasure, was forcibly squeezed out. He didn't spare any spot. He even used his fingers to probe into her muddy crotch, which was designed with a completely open gusset. Using the lubrication of water and foam, he roughly cleaned that most private area, which was already red and swollen from being played with. Throughout the entire process, Lin Miaoyu was like a real, soulless doll, her eyes vacant as she stared at the ornate crystal chandelier on the ceiling, letting him do as he pleased. Her body, under the unfamiliar touch and stimulation, instinctively produced all sorts of shameful reactions—her skin flushed, her body shivered, and even when she was being cleaned, more would uncontrollably flow out. But her heart was dead. When he felt she was "clean," he turned off the water. He didn't use a bath towel. Instead, he picked up a high-powered hairdryer, the kind used for drying large dogs, and used the warm air to meticulously dry every inch of her body. Finally, he removed the dog mask and muzzle from her head. However, the dog ear headband and the collar around her neck, engraved with "Lin Qian's Private Bitch," remained. He peeled off the now-clean, jet-black latex bodysuit from her body. Then, he took out a brand-new "pajama." It was a pink, lace-trimmed, cute-looking dog-themed onesie. It also had a hole in the back to expose the fluffy dog tail. The front of the onesie had two flaps of fabric that could be lifted, allowing the owner to "enjoy" her at any time. He dressed her in this shameful "pajama" and then lifted her down from the shower platform. He brought her back to the ornate golden cage. But the scene inside the cage was completely different from before. The cold metal floor was covered with a thick, clearly expensive memory foam dog bed designed for large dogs. Next to it hung a pet's rolling-ball automatic water dispenser, filled with purified water. On the other side, a clean, brand-new stainless steel food bowl was placed. This was no longer a temporary cage, but had been completely transformed into a fully equipped, luxurious "doghouse." Lin Qian opened the cage door and gently placed the limp Lin Miaoyu inside, like putting in a kitten or puppy, settling her onto the soft dog bed. He crouched down, looking at Lin Miaoyu, who was curled up on the bed, her eyes still vacant and lifeless. A genuinely gentle, triumphant smile appeared on his face. He reached out and, for the last time, gently stroked the top of her head like a true owner. "Sleep well, my little bitch." With that, he stood up and closed the cage door. "Click." A crisp locking sound echoed in the silent room. Lin Miaoyu slowly, slowly turned her eyeballs. Her gaze fell on the cold, golden metal bars of the cage. Her new home.

There, placed was a brand-new "prop" that made her blood run almost cold. It was a custom-made "pet feeding station" crafted from high-grade oak. The station's height was just enough to reach her chest when she was kneeling. In the center of the platform was an indented, elongated stainless steel trough, resembling a "feed bin." At the front of the station, a new, more complex head and neck restraint was fixed. Lin Qian led her to the feeding station and had her kneel. Then, he personally fastened the new head and neck restraint onto her. This restraint not only had a chin-locking, posture-correcting function that forced her head up, but also extended two semicircular leather headbands on either side, completely immobilizing her head, preventing even side-to-side turning. Her entire head felt clamped by an icy vise, with the only range of motion left being the movement of her eyeballs. Her gaze was forcibly and permanently fixed on the elongated, cold, metallic stainless steel feed trough before her. Lin Qian brought over a bowl of steaming, appetizing-looking oatmeal from a nearby serving cart, garnished with blueberries and nuts. Then, in front of Lin Miaoyu, he unhesitatingly poured the entire bowl of human food into the trough meant for livestock. The thick oatmeal spread out in the stainless steel trough, appearing so out of place, so... disgusting. "Alright," Lin Qian said, clapping his hands together in a light, cheerful tone, "Your breakfast. Eat up." Eat? Was he expecting her to bury her face in this trough like a pig or a dog, and lick it clean with her tongue? Lin Miaoyu's stomach churned violently. The intense nausea and shame made her wish she could die immediately. Her body began to tremble violently, and in her eyes, fixed and unable to move, the flames of anger and defiance reignited. "No... *whimper*... no..." she choked out a muffled, resistant cry from the depths of her throat. Lin Qian watched the struggle in her eyes, his smile unchanged. He didn't force her, nor did he threaten her. He simply took a new "toy" from his toolbox. It was a black, silicone vibrator, much thicker than the previous dog tail [X], with spiral patterns on its surface. Its base was an exaggerated, heart-shaped metal decoration. "It seems my little bitch isn't very hungry," Lin Qian's voice remained gentle. "Since you're not hungry, why don't we play a different game to pass the time?" Holding the monstrous, dangerously radiating toy, he walked step by step towards Lin Miaoyu, who was kneeling before the feeding station, completely immobilized. Lin Miaoyu watched in terror as the object approached her. Her body was completely restrained, unable to dodge or resist. She could imagine the tearing, humiliating pain when that thick, cold, vibrating thing was forcefully shoved into her body. Being fed like a dog, and being violated in public with such a vulgar toy... Fear, once again, overwhelmed dignity. In the instant the flames of defiance in her eyes were about to be completely extinguished by fear, she surrendered.

She knew the Master was still there. She was still being pulled. She hadn't been abandoned. What a pathetic, debased kind of "happiness" this was. Her body ached, trembled, and sweated. But her consciousness, in this long, mechanical, animalistic crawl, sank bit by bit, completely. She even began to numbly calculate the distance of each crawl, the tug of the rope on her [X] with every pull, the pain in her limbs with every binding. These calculations, these sensations, were replacing all her "human" thoughts. She wasn't crawling. She was just an "object" without a soul, being pulled forward forever by the Master. Just as she thought this endless crawl would go on forever, a sudden, violent upward tug came from the collar around her neck. "Get up," Lin Qian's voice, muffled by the thick hood, sounded somewhat dull but carried an unquestionable command. Lin Miaoyu's mind went blank. Before she could even process the command, her body reacted. The K9 dog suit that folded and bound her limbs now acted as a "command" for her body's movement. Her "forelimbs," folded and bound with fists clenched, suddenly pushed up under the pull of the collar. Her forearms pressed against her upper arms, her wrists locked by the restraints, causing her fists to be held high and shamefully above her head, as if begging helplessly, or displaying herself debauchedly. At the same time, her legs, driven by that force and her body's instinct, suddenly spread apart, knees on the ground, thighs bound to her calves, forcibly twisted into an extreme, wide M-shape. "Mmm..." A suppressed, tearful moan escaped Lin Miaoyu's mouth from within the hood. This posture completely and unreservedly exposed her round, perky [X] buttocks, encased in the latex bodysuit, and her fully open, muddy crotch to the air. Her breasts were further compressed and lifted by the upward and folded position of her arms, and the bells on the nipple clamps, with inertia, emitted a series of "ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling," lewd and crisp sounds. She was fixed in a standard, most debauched M-shaped spread-leg bitch display pose. Lin Miaoyu's consciousness let out a desperate wail in the darkness! She felt her body being forcibly twisted and manipulated, felt the cold air wantonly invading her most private parts, felt the faint but continuous vibration from the two demons within her with every breath. Her arms were raised high, like a sacrificial offering, her fists wrapped in latex gloves pulled by chains, which in turn pulled up the [X] on her chest clamped by the nipple clamps, bringing a tearing, shameful pain. Her entire body was displaying all its privacy and humiliation in the most vulgar, most unbearable way to the unknown. This broke her more than any direct insult. She was lucidly aware of what she was doing, what this posture represented, how debauched she was at this moment. But her body, perfectly, even with a hint of "fluidity" after being trained, executed Lin Qian's command. The sense of loss of control, of her body completely betraying her consciousness, filled her with a despair deeper than death. She was trapped in the darkness, weeping silently, her tears sliding down her hooded cheeks, unseen by anyone. Her world was reduced to shame, humiliation, despair, and that faint, continuous vibration from deep within her, which she both hated and loved. She had become a living, utterly objectified, manipulated, displayed, most debauched "exhibit." And all of this was being admired in Lin Qian's deep, controlling eyes. He said nothing more, just quietly watched his perfectly "trained" masterpiece assume the most extreme, most shameful pose at his will.

"Officer Han, I've heard so much about you." Lin Qian extended his hand, his smile impeccable. Han Yue shook his hand, but her gaze remained fixed on Lin Miaoyu. "Mr. Lin. And this is?" "My fiancée, Lin Miaoyu." Lin Qian's introduction sent a tremor through Lin Miaoyu. Fiancée? The title struck her as more ironic than any insult. Han Yue's eyes lingered on her face for a moment. "Miss Lin, are you alright? You look a little pale." Lin Miaoyu forced herself to maintain a smile. "I'm fine, thank you for your concern." But as she spoke, Lin Qian's hand, resting behind her waist, gave a gentle press. It was a remote control button hidden beneath her gown, directly connected to the IUD inside her. A violent vibration suddenly seized her, nearly making her cry out. She bit down hard on her lower lip, her fingernails digging into her palm. Pleasure surged through her like a tidal wave, overwhelming her senses. Her legs involuntarily clenched, and her body trembled. "Are you really alright?" Han Yue stepped closer, her eyes filled with concern. "You look like you're in pain." "Just a little nervous," Lin Miaoyu managed to keep her voice steady. "I'm not used to these kinds of events." Lin Qian interjected smoothly, "Miaoyu is a bit shy, please excuse her." His hand remained behind her waist, his fingertips tracing circles. Each touch sent a faint current through the conductive fibers, echoing the vibrations within her, pushing her to the brink of arousal. Lin Miaoyu felt like she was going insane. In front of everyone, her body was undergoing the most intimate torment. Beneath the opulent gown, she could feel herself becoming drenched, the shameful moisture slowly trickling down her inner thighs. Every breath caused the lining of her dress to rub against her sensitive skin, and every movement threatened her balance with the rolling beads beneath her high heels. What was most despairing was that amidst all this pain and humiliation, her body was beginning to experience pleasure. The frequency of the IUD's vibrations was meticulously controlled, weakening just as she neared collapse, and intensifying when she caught her breath. This precise torture sent her oscillating between agony and ecstasy, her reason gradually being replaced by instinct. "Do you need me to call a doctor?" Han Yue's voice pulled her back to reality. "No, thank you," Lin Miaoyu forced a smile. "I just need some fresh air." Lin Qian nodded solicitously. "I'll accompany you to the balcony." As they turned to leave, Lin Miaoyu could feel Han Yue's gaze still following her. The look was too sharp, as if she had seen through this meticulously orchestrated performance. On the balcony, the night breeze was gentle, but it couldn't dispel the heat in Lin Miaoyu's heart. Lin Qian pressed her against the railing. To outsiders, it looked like an intimate gesture between lovers, but in reality, his fingers were roaming her waist through the fabric of her gown, manipulating the remote control hidden beneath the material. "You're doing well, my little bitch," he whispered in her ear, simultaneously increasing the intensity of the vibrations. Lin Miaoyu couldn't suppress a low moan. Her body writhed against the railing, her exquisite gown shimmering under the moonlight with a tragic glow. In the distance, the lights of countless homes twinkled, and nearby, the sounds of laughter echoed from the banquet hall. Yet, she was trapped in this corner, enduring the most private of humiliations. "Master..." she whispered unconsciously, then startled herself at her own address. When had this word become so natural on her lips? Lin Qian smiled, satisfied. "See? Your body is much more honest than your mouth." His fingers gently caressed her cheek. "Even in the most luxurious gown, you're still my little bitch, aren't you?" His words were like a sharp blade piercing Lin Miaoyu's last defense. Yes, no matter how glamorous her exterior, she had been domesticated to her core, a bitch who could only wag her tail and beg. This realization sent a wave of dizzying despair through her. When they returned to the banquet hall, Lin Miaoyu was in even worse condition. The prolonged torment had made her body hypersensitive; every slight touch elicited a violent reaction. She felt like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment. Lin Qian seemed to relish her state. He led her through the crowd, accepting compliments while secretly manipulating the damned remote. Sometimes it was a gentle vibration, making her stumble; other times, it was an intense stimulation that forced her to grip his arm tightly just to stay upright. Most terrifyingly, during this process, her body began to betray her will. When a particularly strong wave of pleasure hit her, she involuntarily pressed closer to Lin Qian, as if seeking more touch. Shame burned her cheeks, but her body honestly responded to every stimulation. "Miss Lin, are you sure you don't need to rest?" Han Yue reappeared beside them at some point, her gaze filled with scrutiny. Lin Miaoyu wanted to answer, but at that moment, Lin Qian secretly turned the vibration to its highest setting. A powerful wave of pleasure coursed through her like electricity, making her legs go weak and her body almost collapse into Lin Qian's arms. "I... I'm fine..." she gasped, her voice laced with an undeniable arousal. Han Yue's brow furrowed. "Mr. Lin, I believe Miss Lin requires medical attention." "You worry too much," Lin Qian replied calmly, simultaneously slightly reducing the vibration. "Miaoyu is just a bit anemic; she often gets like this." Just then, Lin Miaoyu felt an even more intense urge. The prolonged stimulation had pushed her bladder to its limit; she realized she was about to lose control. In front of everyone, beneath the luxurious gown, she was about to face the ultimate humiliation. Panic nearly suffocated her. She looked at Lin Qian, her eyes filled with pleading.

"Again? Baby, your little body can't take it." Lin Qian squatted down and opened the box. Inside were a bunch of dark leather things that looked like dog gear, but more complicated. He first took out a pile of wide straps and buckles, shaking them. "This is the K9 set, specially for tough bones like yours. Put it on, and you'll know how easy it is to be a pet. No need to think about cases, no need to think about justice. Just lie down, wag your tail, and please your master." His words were as sharp as knives, piercing Han Yue's heart. Her face turned pale, and her mind was in turmoil: Pet? I'm a human! But looking at the set, the memory foam on the knee pads, the folding straps for the arms, her legs felt a little weak—the afterglow of her orgasm was still there, her body warm, and she didn't want to move. Lin Qian didn't give her time to think. He first unfastened her restraints, the zipper "screeching" all the way open. Her breasts popped out, the nipple clamps still biting, the bells jingling. He pinched her nipples, and Han Yue whimpered, "It hurts... take them off." Her voice was thin, like a little girl complaining. He smiled, the clamps "clicked" off, and her breasts relaxed, but her nipples were red and swollen. A cool breeze made them harden. Han Yue quickly covered them with her hands, but Lin Qian pulled her hands away. "What are you covering? This is your new home, all for your master." His voice was deep and commanding, making Han Yue panic: Why did it sound so pleasing? He began to put the kinbaku on her, starting from her chest. The red ropes were thick, wrapping around her shoulders, crossing under her breasts, tightening at the base, pushing her breasts together like two white steamed buns. The ropes went down, circling her waist three times, cinching it into a slender curve, then splitting into a diamond net that settled on her navel and extended down to her private parts. Han Yue gasped, the ropes rubbing her skin, burning, but the tightness made her back straight, her curves more pronounced—her breasts perked up, her waist arched like a bow, her buttocks lifted. She looked down, the rope net embedded in her flesh, her white skin dotted with red marks, looking lewd. She felt a surge of shame: What the hell is this? Wearing this, I look like a bound toy. But her body grew warm, the ropes rubbing her nipples, making her itchy with every breath. She bit her lip, enduring, not wanting him to know. "Feels good, doesn't it? Kinbaku suits your figure perfectly. It tightens you up, lifts your breasts, and makes your waist so slender you can grip it." Lin Qian's hand slid down the ropes, pressing on her lower abdomen. Han Yue trembled, "Don't... touch there." Her voice was soft, with a hint of pleading. She was usually so assertive, but now she was娇娇 (jiāo jiāo - delicate/coy), like an inexperienced young girl. Lin Qian didn't stop. He continued tying, the ropes reaching her private parts, splitting into a T-shaped crotch rope. One passed in front, clamping her clitoris, the other from behind, nestled between her buttocks. As the crotch rope tightened, Han Yue squeezed her legs together, letting out a hum, "Mmm... it's too tight..." The rope dug into her tender flesh, rubbing against her wetness. She felt like a piece of meat waiting to be played with. A sense of unwillingness welled up: Why is this so embarrassing? But a tiny surge of pleasure made the base of her thighs feel warm. With the kinbaku tied, Lin Qian stood up and pulled her up to spin her around. Han Yue stumbled, the ropes pulling, each step rubbing her private parts, her clitoris being clamped, feeling numb. Her face flushed to her ears, "Don't... make me turn." But Lin Qian yanked, and she turned, her breasts swaying, the rope net pulling at the base of her breasts, pain mixed with heat. She looked at the cracked mirror in the corner. Inside, she was naked, wrapped only in red ropes, her curves fully exposed, sexily vulgar. Shame and anger burned in her heart: How could I wear this? Like a perverted slave. But looking in the mirror, the contrast made her heart race: Usually a dominant woman, now so delicate and pitiful. "Enough spinning, sit down." Lin Qian pushed her down to her knees, the cold floor pressing against her knees. She tried to get up, but his hand on her shoulder was too strong for her to move. Next were the limb restraints. He first took out the leather straps, wide, with buckles. First, her legs: He grabbed her right leg, bringing her thigh and calf together, wrapping the strap around her knee, tightening it around her calf, and then fastening the metal ring. The memory foam was under her knee, soft, but when tightened, her leg bent at a ninety-degree angle, forcing her to stay on her knees. Han Yue tried to move, her knees pressing into the ground, a dull ache, not sharp pain, but a dull soreness reminding her of her current position. Her heart sank: This... crawling? It's too humiliating. But the padding was soft, and when she crawled half a step, the pain wasn't so bad. Lin Qian's movements were steady, giving her no respite. He tied her left leg as well. Now her legs were bent, and she could only crawl on her knees. Next were her arms: upper arm and forearm folded together, straps tightened, elbows bent, and latex gloves put on. The gloves were thick, with something stuffed inside, forcing her fists to clench, her fingers unable to move. There were metal rings at the tips of the gloves. He pulled the rings, connecting them to the rope knots of the kinbaku—one on her shoulder, one on her waist. When Han Yue struggled, the rings pulled the ropes. The ropes on her chest tugged, her breasts swayed, her nipples rubbed against the knots, feeling tingly; the ropes on her waist pulled the crotch rope, tightening her private parts, her clitoris being grazed. She whimpered, "Ah... don't pull." Her voice was thin, like a kitten's cry. Her mind was in turmoil: My hands... have become paws? And crawling feels... pleasurable? This is too debased. "Nice paws, Officer Han. Come on, try crawling." Lin Qian tugged the chain, and she lunged forward, her elbows hitting the ground, her knees following. The memory foam cushioned her, but the concrete floor was hard, causing a dull ache, as if saying: You're a dog now, lie down. Han Yue crawled a few steps, the ropes pulling, her breasts swaying, the crotch rope rubbing her private parts, each step bringing a hint of heat. Her face flushed, shame flooding her: Why... does crawling still feel... itchy? Her unwillingness made her want to stop, but Lin Qian pulled, and she moved forward again. The warehouse was large, and she crawled to the corner, sweat breaking out, dripping onto the floor with a "pat, pat" sound.

Han Yue stood naked before a specially made mirror, the reflection in it both alien and terrifying. Her body, once a source of pride—long, shapely legs, a slender, strong waist, full, firm breasts—had now become a tool for meticulous training. Her skin, pale from long lack of sunlight, only accentuated the red marks left by restraints. Lin Qian pressed close from behind, his fingers slowly sliding down her spine. "Such a perfect body, a pity it lacks some adornment," he murmured, his voice carrying a chilling gentleness. Two assistants pushed forward a mobile cart laden with instruments, neatly arranged with various leather items, metal rings, and electronic devices. First to be taken out was a set of burgundy leather basic restraints. The assistants skillfully unfolded a one-piece leather suit, its material as thin as cicada wings yet exceptionally durable. As the cool leather touched her skin, Han Yue couldn't help but tremble. The suit was pulled up inch by inch, tightly encasing her every inch of skin. The specially thickened padding in the front lifted and squeezed her breasts, creating a deep cleavage. The waist was cut in a special way, with straps crossing from both sides to tighten, making her already slender waist seem impossibly small. "Breathe," Lin Qian commanded. Han Yue took a deep breath, and the assistants zipped up the back. Once the suit fit perfectly, she discovered its ingenious design—tiny vibration chips were embedded in the breasts, abdomen, and buttocks, emitting a faint hum at that moment. Next came the restraints for her limbs. Her hands were pulled behind her back, and a delicate metal handcuff secured her wrists together. A thin chain connected the cuffs, passing through a metal ring on her back and extending downwards to connect with the leg restraints. When she tried to move her arms, the chain immediately tightened, forcing her to maintain a posture of chest held high and head lifted. The treatment of her legs was more complex. Wide leather thigh rings were placed at the base of her thighs, connected by a thin chain adorned with bells. Leather restraint rings were also added above her knees and at her ankles, each equipped with small electronic monitoring devices that recorded her every subtle movement. "Now, let's see the effect," Lin Qian said, pressing a remote control in his hand. Han Yue immediately felt all the vibration chips in her body activate simultaneously. Different frequencies of vibrations assailed her from multiple directions, with particularly intense stimulation in sensitive areas like her nipples, lower abdomen, and inner thighs. She instinctively pressed her legs together, only to find that such a movement only caused the bells between the leg rings to chime crisply, while the vibrations in her private parts intensified. "Ah..." a soft moan escaped her lips uncontrollably. She shamefully discovered that her nipples had become hard and erect beneath the leather suit, and her lower body had begun to secrete moisture. Lin Qian observed her reaction with satisfaction and gestured for the assistants to proceed. This time, they brought out a set of black lace lingerie, but unlike traditional undergarments, this piece had intricate clasps at every connection point. The top was a deep V-neck design, pushing out most of her breasts already encased in leather, while the bottom was a high-cut thong, composed of only a few thin straps. Most humiliating were the accompanying garter belts. The wide lace at the top of the stockings fit snugly at the most sensitive part of her upper thighs, and the garters connecting the lingerie and stockings were adjusted to their shortest length, forcing her to maintain a slightly spread-legged posture at all times. "This is your first gown for today," Lin Qian said, personally fastening a matching collar around her neck. A small bell hung from the front of the collar, connected to a long, thin silver chain at the back. When the final accessory—a pair of constantly vibrating nipple clamps—was attached to her nipples, Han Yue collapsed to the floor. The multiple stimuli left her body limp and her consciousness gradually blurring. Just then, a cold sensation suddenly invaded her lower body. She looked down in horror to see Lin Qian inserting a strangely shaped toy into her body. It was a double-headed vibrator, one end entering her vagina, the other pressing into her anus. The toy was also connected to an external butterfly-shaped stimulator that covered her clitoris. "This is the latest remote-controlled toy," Lin Qian said, shaking the controller in his hand, "It can stimulate three sensitive points simultaneously, with a maximum frequency of ten thousand vibrations per minute." As if to verify his words, a powerful wave of vibration suddenly erupted from within her. Han Yue screamed and arched her body, the orgasm arriving unexpectedly. However, this was only the beginning. As Lin Qian continuously adjusted the controller's settings, different modes and intensities of stimulation followed one after another. Sometimes it was a continuous hum, sometimes an intermittent strong impact, and sometimes a rhythm simulating intercourse. Under such continuous stimulation, Han Yue's consciousness began to dissipate. She started to writhe her waist unconsciously, accommodating the vibrations within her body. Shame still gnawed at her, but her body had already responded honestly. Her arousal fluid continued to seep out, soaking the fabric between her legs. "It seems the ordinary mode can no longer satisfy you," Lin Qian chuckled, signaling the assistants to change the equipment. This time, a full metal restraint frame was brought forward. The frame was ergonomically designed to fix a person in a kneeling-prone position. Han Yue was helped onto the frame, her wrists and ankles locked with specially made metal shackles. Her waist was cinched by a metal ring, forcing her buttocks to arch high. Most humiliating was that this posture left her most private parts completely exposed. The assistants attached two micro-electric clamps to her labia and inserted a self-vibrating butt plug into her anus. Her nipples were fitted with heavier metal clamps, each adorned with small bells underneath. "Now, let's try this," Lin Qian said, picking up a strangely shaped massager. The shaft was covered with granular protrusions, but the tip was a high-speed rotating soft brush. When this terrifying tool touched her clitoris, Han Yue let out the most piercing scream of the day. The rotating bristles brought an unprecedented stimulation, combined with the continuously vibrating toy inside her, she was quickly pushed into another orgasm. However, after this orgasm, the toy did not stop working. The continuous stimulation made her struggle painfully in the afterglow of the climax, the pleasure gradually turning into torment. "Please... stop..." she finally couldn't help but beg.

Lin Qian's gaze fell on her first, with a look of scrutiny and calculation. "Number 99, come here." She walked forward obediently and knelt at his feet. "These things," Lin Qian tapped the small trolley with his toe, "will become a part of your daily life from now on. The purpose is to remind you at all times that your bodies, including every function, belong to me and serve me." He paused, looking at Lin Miaoyu, "And you, my most perfect creation, should set an example for your sisters and assist me... in managing them." The word "manage" was like a red-hot iron, searing Lin Miaoyu's soul. She looked up, a flicker of disbelief and confusion in her crimson eyes. Lin Qian seemed pleased with her reaction. He bent down and personally placed a delicate, softly humming breast pump cup onto her nipple, which had already become erect from fear and a hidden anticipation. The moment the cold silicone touched her skin, she shivered. Immediately, a continuous, rhythmic suction began, a sensation mixed with slight pain and intense stimulation that made her involuntarily groan. "How does it feel?" Lin Qian's voice was close to her ear, like a devil's whisper. "It will help you 'produce'... though it's not practically useful, the process itself is beautiful, isn't it?" He adjusted the suction, watching the tender nipple being pulled and distorted within the transparent cup. Lin Miaoyu's cheeks flushed with a sickly red, her body trembling slightly, yet she dared not resist. Next came the even more shameful "rear development." As the cold, lubricant-coated butt plug was slowly inserted deep into her body and connected to a realistic dildo base, Lin Miaoyu felt her last shred of dignity being thoroughly pierced and filled. Her body was continuously occupied by the foreign object, a feeling of fullness and an indescribable stimulation spreading along her spine. She was forced to stand in an extremely awkward position, experiencing the dual, continuous stimulation on her chest and rear, her mind almost blank. "Very good." Lin Qian patted her cheek, then placed a remote control into her hand, which was bound behind her back—it was the sub-remote for controlling the electrodes on Han Yue. "Now, go supervise Number 103's daily crawling training. If her movements are not standard, or if there is the slightest hesitation, you know what to do." Lin Miaoyu gripped the cold remote control, her fingertips turning white. She looked at Han Yue not far away, who had already gotten down on all fours, put on a muzzle, and arched her buttocks clad in hoof boots, awaiting instructions. Han Yue's gaze towards her was complex, filled with numbness, a sense of resignation, and perhaps a faint, almost imperceptible expectation—an expectation that management by an "acquaintance" might be slightly easier. This look twisted Lin Miaoyu's heart. She had once been a proud daughter of the Lin family, a martial arts prodigy, and now she had to wield a torture device to oppress another equally pathetic woman. Guilt surged within her like a tide. However, another voice screamed in her mind: You must do it! Satisfy the master! Otherwise, the consequence of falling out of favor would be like Wang Xue's, or even worse! Wang Xue's resistance only brought more brutal suppression, while Han Yue's obedience could at least bring superficial peace. Making Han Yue comply was "helping" her, preventing her from suffering... was that it? Lin Miaoyu desperately sought reasons for herself, trying to suppress the heavy burden of guilt. She took a deep breath and walked to Han Yue's side, trying to make her voice sound calm and authoritative: "Begin, crawl around the perimeter ten times. Pay attention to your posture, lift your buttocks a little higher." Han Yue began to crawl in silence, the sound of the metal hoof boots striking the ground echoing again. Lin Miaoyu followed behind her, her eyes fixed on her movements. When Han Yue's body swayed slightly due to fatigue or uneven ground, Lin Miaoyu's heart would clench. She hesitated, but thinking that Lin Qian might be watching from behind a monitor, she finally, with trembling hands, pressed the lowest setting button on the sub-remote. Han Yue's body instantly stiffened, and she let out a suppressed groan of pain, but she quickly adjusted, arching her buttocks higher, her crawling posture becoming more "standard."