Turn all the beautiful girls into my bitches!

In the center of the frame, a flaxen-haired girl is suspended high by Japanese "Hishi-gawa" bondage. Her body is marked with alluring impressions from the red ropes, and intricate knots are cinched at her chest, compressing her not-so-full breasts into a perfect, mouth-watering shape. Her hands are tied behind her back and hoisted up, a position that forces her to arch her chest, exposing her vulnerable neck and armpits. A red gag is stuffed into her mouth, its thin strap digging into her cheeks, saliva dripping from its edges onto her naked body. Her eyes hold a complex mixture of pain, shame, and a hint of... pleading. To her left, a black-haired girl is tightly bound in "Kikko-gawa" bondage. She resembles a lamb awaiting slaughter, her limbs fixed in an M-shape, the ropes digging deeply into the base of her thighs. Her skin is exceptionally pale, creating a stark contrast with the dark ropes. The photographer clearly knows their craft, the knots skillfully avoiding vital points while precisely pressing on her most sensitive erogenous zones. She seems to be enduring something with all her might, her body trembling slightly, sweat soaking her bangs, which stick to her flushed cheeks. On the right, a blonde woman is tied to a large cross, clad in a torn black latex suit. The suit clings tightly to her mature physique, but has been maliciously cut open at the breasts and crotch, exposing her most private parts. She wears a completely enclosed hood, with only a breathing hole left. She cannot see, cannot hear, only displayed like an object. Gu Fan's Adam's apple bobbed. He wasn't just "watching"; he was "savoring." He imagined himself as the one controlling the ropes, the struggles of these beautiful girls, their gasps, their submission, all orchestrated by him. He switched videos, clicking on another category – "Domination." "No... Don't... Please, Master..." In the video, a girl with a pure, college-student appearance is kneeling on the floor, wearing only a collar. "What do you call me?" a deep male voice (off-camera) asks. "M-Master..." the girl lowers her head in shame. "Incorrect," the male voice sharpens. "What are you now?" The girl's body trembles. After a few seconds of hesitation, she says in a voice like a mosquito's: "I... I am a... bitch..." "How does a dog bark?"

"Oh, really?" Sylivia sneered, "Then I'd like to see what other tricks you have." Though her lips still spoke defiantly, Gu Fan could clearly see a flicker of panic in the depths of her golden irises. Good. This was exactly the effect Gu Fan wanted. Mere physical restraint was far from enough. He wanted complete mental conquest. He wanted to personally tear off this "goddess's" arrogant mask, to expose her most authentic, most humiliated, and most debauched side before him. "Tricks?" Gu Fan chuckled, "I have plenty. We'll take it one step at a time." His gaze fell upon Sylivia's tempting lips, still set in a defiant pout. "I think you're being a bit too noisy right now." As his thought formed, a black rope detached itself, rapidly deforming and reassembling in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, an intricately designed gag with straps appeared in his hand. This gag was identical to the ones he had seen in videos. Sylivia's expression finally changed. "You... what do you want to do?" A genuine tremor of fear entered her voice. "To make you quiet." Gu Fan, holding the gag, advanced step by step. "No... Mmph!" Sylivia tried to resist, but her body was bound too tightly to move. She could only watch helplessly as Gu Fan roughly shoved the cold, humiliating gag into her mouth. The ball expanded her small mouth, preventing her from uttering a single coherent word. Gu Fan moved behind her, tightening the straps and fastening them at the back of her head. The thin straps dug deeply into her fair cheeks, making her face appear even more pitiable. "Mmph... Mmph Mmph!" Sylivia struggled violently, emitting angry, unwilling whimpers. She was a goddess! To be treated like a "bitch" by a mere mortal! The sense of humiliation washed over her like a tidal wave. However, to Gu Fan, her struggles were the most captivating dance. The gag blocked her mouth, but it couldn't stop the saliva that continuously secreted due to her inability to close her lips. Crystal-clear drool trickled down the edge of the red gag, drop by drop, meandering down her smooth chin and landing on the latex suit that was so tightly compressed by the ropes across her chest. The sight was utterly pornographic. Gu Fan felt his breathing grow heavier. (IV) Merely gagging her wasn't enough. Deep within Gu Fan, bolder, more excessive thoughts that had occupied his late-night fantasies were constantly surfacing. Right, toys. Those adult toys that could drive a person mad. Gu Fan's gaze roamed over Sylivia's body, tightly constricted by the ropes. His eyes finally settled on her chest, on the full, almost deformed mounds pressed together.

This was Qin Shiyao's first sensation upon regaining consciousness. Not the perfectly calibrated coolness of her six-figure temperature-controlled silk sheets. Instead, it was a bone-chilling, moldy, cheap cigarette-scented cold that repulsed her from the depths of her soul. This was followed by a sense of restraint. She snapped her eyes open, her phoenix eyes, always as indifferent as a thousand-year-old glacier, contracting violently for the first time out of pure terror. What greeted her eyes was not the familiar five-meter high ceiling of her five-hundred-square-meter duplex penthouse. It was a low, yellowed ceiling covered in old water stains. A dim energy-saving lamp weakly emitted a pale light. "Mmmph! Mmph!" She wanted to scream, but the thick gag, almost shoved down her throat, turned all her sounds into humiliating whimpers. She found herself lying on a narrow single bed, the mattress hard enough to be painful. Her body was still bound by those bizarre black and red "ropes," the shameful "divine power tentacles" still clinging to her skin, maintaining the humiliating posture that had made her faint last night. This wasn't a dream! This realization, like a basin of ice water, doused her last flicker of hope. She had been kidnapped! Kidnapped by Gu Fan, a low-level employee whose name she couldn't even remember! Fear and anger, like two streams of magma, clashed wildly in her chest. Who was she? She was Qin Shiyao! The founder of Tianqi Technology! A business queen on the Forbes list! With just one phone call, she could make this ant named Gu Fan disappear from this city! She began to struggle violently, the cheap single bed creaking under her movements as if it would fall apart at any moment. She tried to kill the man sitting on a dilapidated office chair not far away with her eyes. "Awake?" Gu Fan's voice was infuriatingly calm. He didn't even look at her immediately, instead holding a cup of instant coffee and taking a slow sip. He had changed. No longer the transparent person in the company who kept his head down, was obsequious, and didn't dare to breathe too loudly. Now, he sat there, legs crossed, appraising her with the cold gaze of someone inspecting "merchandise." The "possessiveness" and "blasphemous desire" in his eyes were so naked and scorching that Qin Shiyao felt as if she had been stripped bare and roasted over a fire. "Mmph! Mmph mmph! (Gu Fan! Do you know what you're doing?! You're crazy! Let me go! Let me go now, and I can pretend this never happened! Otherwise, I promise!)" She threatened with all her might, but all that reached Gu Fan's ears were "mmph mmph" whimpers, like those of a small animal begging for mercy. "Shh, quiet down." Gu Fan put down his coffee cup, stood up, and walked towards her. "You don't look like the 'Ice Queen' at all right now." His steps were slow, each one seeming to land on Qin Shiyao's proud self-esteem. "You must be very curious, right?" Gu Fan squatted beside her bed, "admiring" her beautiful, flushed face, red with anger and fear. "Curious why you're here? Curious what those ropes are? Curious why I dare?" He reached out, his "ring of desire" adorned finger roughly hooking Qin Shiyao's chin. "Mmph! (Get lost!)" Qin Shiyao frantically turned her head, trying to avoid his touch. To her, being touched by this "ant" was worse than death. "Heh heh." Gu Fan chuckled. He didn't seem to care, withdrawing his hand. "You don't need to understand. You just need to accept."

Gu Fan "admired" her for a long time. He knew the "iceberg" had "cracked" and "split." "Despair" and "collapse" were the "best" "softeners." He stepped forward and "unlocked" the "main rope" that was "hanging" her. With a "thump," Qin Shiyao's body, (still bound in "shibari" and "pierced" with "toys"), "flopped limply" back onto the "cheap" "single bed." "Mmmph." She didn't even have the "strength" to "move" a "finger." She had "lost." She had "lost" "utterly." "This is a small 'reward' for a 'good' 'pet'," Gu Fan's voice echoed above her. He hadn't removed "any" of the "toys" from her body. He had merely "released" her "limbs" that had been "hoisted high." ("Reward"? This is a "reward"?) Qin Shiyao thought "numbly" in her "heart." (Me, me!) She was even losing the "strength" to "hate." "Now," Gu Fan's voice suddenly turned "stern." He "roughly" "pulled" the "gag" from her mouth. "Hoo! Hah! Cough, cough!" The "fresh" "air" and the "freedom" to "speak" (though her "mouth" was "full" of "humiliating" "saliva") "rushed" in! Qin Shiyao "breathed" greedily, "coughing" violently. But before she could even "catch" "two breaths," a "cold," "metallic" "ring" was "forced" into her "mouth." ("Mouth ring"?!) The "thing" "forcibly" "pried" open her "lips," leaving her "mouth" "agape," "unable to close." (More "humiliating" than the "gag"!) "Learn to 'answer'," Gu Fan "commanded" "coldly." He "grabbed" the "leash" "attached" to her "collar." "From 'now' 'on,' 'I' 'ask,' 'you' 'answer'." "'Understand'?" ("Answer"?) Qin Shiyao "trembled." ("Understand"? Can I "answer" "don't understand"? Do I "dare"?) She "looked" at Gu Fan's "hand" as he "picked up" the "electrode controller" "again." (No!) "I!" she "struggled" to "open" her "mouth," the "mouth ring" "pulling" at the "corners." (I!) "I!" her "voice" was "hoarse" like a "broken" "bellows." ("If" "I" "say" "no," will "he" "kill" "me"? "No." "He" "won't." "He'll" "just" "make" "me" "wish" "I" "were" "dead"!) ("Obey," or "be destroyed"?) Qin Shiyao's ("shattered" "dignity") made the "hardest" "choice" of her "life." "Un!" Her "lips" "trembled." "Un! DER! STAND!"

The cold floor was Qin Shiyao's only sensation. Her dignity, her will, her last defense as a "human" had been utterly shattered last night when Gu Fan dragged her from the bed, forcing her to crawl in a humiliating, contorted posture. She was now a monster, a bitch thoroughly remolded by ropes, latex, and metal. The K9 suit was her new skin, a living instrument of torture. Her limbs were forcibly bent and bound, thighs pressed against calves, forearms tied to upper arms, leaving her to crawl on knees and elbows. The ridiculous memory foam pads on her knees and elbows scraped against the hard floor, a dull ache that constantly reminded her of her current identity. She was not Qin Shiyao; she was an object, a pet. Latex gloves forced her fists shut, metal rings on the gloves connected to the bondage knot on her chest. The slightest movement sent the T-crotch rope digging fiercely into her most private depths, simultaneously pulling at the chest harness, eliciting waves of shameful pleasure. She was forced to stick out her tongue, the cold metal of the gag stretching her jaw painfully, clamps pulling her tongue out and fixing it, saliva uncontrollably dripping from the corners of her mouth. The collar around her neck jingled, the tag rubbing against her collarbone, engraved with "Gu Fan's Exclusive Bitch," her eternal brand. Last night's crawl was a nightmare. Gu Fan, holding the leash attached to her collar, forced her to crawl back and forth in the cramped rental room like a real dog. Every movement of her knees and elbows pulled at the full body restraints, the dog tail plug grinding roughly inside her, the T-crotch rope chafing her most sensitive areas. Her body convulsed between shame and pleasure, but her consciousness cursed this devil. She hated him, hated this man, hated this world, and most of all, hated her own pathetic body that was so easily conquered by pleasure. But what was the use of hate? Her resistance only earned her harsher punishment. Gu Fan seemed to relish her struggles; every act of defiance brought a more cruel smile to his face. "It seems you haven't learned your new identity yet," Gu Fan's cold voice echoed in the room. He squatted down, tugging the leash, forcing Qin Shiyao to lift her head. Her disheveled, tear-streaked face, a picture of humiliation, was so captivating in his eyes. "A good dog doesn't resist its master. From now on, we're going to have some real 'training'." He produced a small, silver bell. "This is your 'command'." "Jingle bells." The crisp sound rang out. Qin Shiyao looked at him blankly, unsure what this devil intended next. Gu Fan said nothing, simply placing a water bowl in front of her. She had been thirsty for a long time; last night's torment and crying had left her throat burning. Instinctively, she crawled forward, sticking out her fixed tongue to lap at the sweet water. But her tongue, held by the gag and clamps, couldn't drink properly. She could only lick awkwardly like a real dog, splashing water everywhere. "Very good," Gu Fan's voice held a hint of a smile. "Remember this sound." He took away the water bowl. Qin Shiyao's heart was filled with humiliation; she had actually drunk like a dog. But the cool water temporarily relieved her thirst and brought a shameful sense of "satisfaction." A few minutes later, the "jingle bells" sounded again. Qin Shiyao's body stiffened. Was it water? Her throat felt dry again. She hesitated; her dignity wouldn't allow her to crawl like a dog again. But her body's instincts urged her on. "It seems you're learning quickly," Gu Fan's foot appeared before her. She looked up to see Gu Fan holding not a water bowl, but a small remote control. She recognized it; it was the devilish device he had used to control the electrode pads on her body in Chapter Six. "But you're mistaken. When you hear the bell, you crawl to my feet." Qin Shiyao's pupils contracted sharply. Crawl to his feet? Like a dog? No! She absolutely refused! "Zzzzt!" A powerful electric current surged through her body. It was an intensified version of the shock from Chapter Six! The current stimulated the electrode pads on her chest and inner thighs, the tingling pain causing her body to arch instantly. Even more terrifying, the dog tail plug inside her seemed to be connected to the current, vibrating wildly and churning her insides. "Ahhh!" she let out a piercing scream, muffled by the gag. "Jingle bells." The bell rang again, accompanied by Gu Fan's demonic whisper. "Crawl over." Qin Shiyao's body trembled violently. Her consciousness waged a war. If she didn't crawl, she would be electrocuted. If she crawled, she would admit she was a dog. "Zzzzt!" The current struck again, more intense than the last. "Ughhh!" Qin Shiyao could no longer bear the torment. Her body betrayed her will; her knees and elbows began to move, crawling arduously towards Gu Fan. Every movement felt like a knife cutting her heart. She crawled slowly, each step filled with blood and tears. "Too slow," Gu Fan impatiently pressed the button. "Zzzzzzt!" The continuous current made her writhe and convulse on the floor. "Wuwuwu!" Qin Shiyao's tears burst forth. She finally understood that resistance was meaningless before this man. She could only submit. She quickened her pace, crawling like a stray dog to Gu Fan's feet. The current finally stopped. She collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath, saliva and tears mixing and dripping onto the floor. "Very good," Gu Fan used his toe to lift her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "That's more like a good little dog." He bent down and gently patted her head, an action like soothing a real pet.

It was Qin Shiyao. She seemed to have been holding this pose for a long time. The moment the electronic music started, she had switched from sleep to this "standby" posture with pinpoint accuracy. Unlike the ridiculous "puppy" pajamas on Su Qing, Qin Shiyao was clad in a black, mirror-smooth latex catsuit. It covered her from neck to ankle, accentuating her equally explosive and alluring figure. Her breasts were supported by specially molded cups, the shape of her nipples clearly visible beneath the latex. She also wore a collar around her neck, but it was more elaborate, a metallic neck ring that seemed to combine restraint and technology. The most bizarre thing was her face. She wore a black latex mask that only revealed her eyes and mouth. The mask held her lips in an eternal, eerie curve of a smile. She knelt there, motionless, like a meticulously crafted BDSM doll. If not for the slight rise and fall of her chest, Su Qing might have mistaken her for an inanimate object. "You..." Su Qing's throat felt parched. Just as she was about to speak, Qin Shiyao slowly turned her head. What kind of eyes were those? Hollow, numb, devoid of any light. Just like the thoroughly broken self Su Qing had seen in the bathroom mirror last night. "Electronic voice, wake up," Qin Shiyao spoke, her voice hoarse and flat, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time. "Ringtone, standby. Music stops, Master will come." Her voice carried no emotion, merely stating a fact. Su Qing's heart sank to the bottom. Last night, she had been fantasizing, wondering if Qin Shiyao was also enduring this humiliation, if they could join forces... But now, it seemed this once aloof ice queen was completely... broken. She had become an empty shell that only executed programs. "I won't become like you!" Su Qing gritted her teeth and growled. Qin Shiyao's hollow eyes glanced at her. The eerie smiling mask glinted coldly under the light. "You, will." As soon as she finished speaking, the electronic music from the ceiling abruptly stopped. The room fell into dead silence. Su Qing's heart clenched violently. She knew what this meant. One second, two seconds... "Click." The electronic lock on the metal grate door disengaged with a soft sound. Gu Fan walked in. He had changed into a silk robe for home and was holding two silver metal bowls. As soon as he entered, without even looking at them, he walked directly to the center of the room and placed the two bowls on the carpet with a "clang."

"Starting with Sylivia (the succubus) emptying out all your 'sugar daddy' accounts," Gu Fan's voice dripped with a cruel smile, "you ceased to 'exist' in this world." "You... you touched my money?!" This terrified her more than kidnapping her! That was her only... "proof of existence"! "No, you 'voluntarily' transferred it." Gu Fan produced a tablet, displaying perfect 'asset donation agreements' complete with her electronic signature. "Thank you for your 'generosity.' My new 'ranch'—this place—is complete. And you, are the first 'exhibit' in this new ranch." Xia Wanqing's mind went blank, a deafening 'buzz' filling her ears. This man... He wasn't after 'kinks,' not after 'dominance.' He was only after... money. And her pathetic, twisted 'fantasies' had become an 'invitation' that let the wolf into the fold! "I... I'll kill you... I'll kill you!!!" A surge of madness, a chaotic blend of shame, indignation, unwillingness, and regret, made her struggle violently once more! "Too noisy." Gu Fan frowned in annoyance. He picked up a... gag ball from the nearby medical cart. A gag ball, significantly larger than standard, black, and reeking of rubber. "No... Mmmph mmmph!!" Xia Wanqing's eyes widened in terror, her head shaking desperately. But Gu Fan, without a shred of tenderness, pried open her jaw and roughly shoved the enormous gag ball deep into her throat! "Gag... Ugh ugh ugh..." An intense sensation of a foreign object and suffocation instantly overwhelmed her! Her stomach churned violently, tears and saliva erupting uncontrollably. All her screams and curses transformed into muffled, humiliating whimpers. "Now, it's quiet." Gu Fan fastened the gag's straps with satisfaction. "The processing officially begins." What Gu Fan did next utterly shattered Xia Wanqing's 'beautiful' fantasies of BDSM. The 'bondage' in her imagination was filled with aesthetics and 'love.' But the 'bondage' in reality was cold, efficient, a 'torture' designed to completely break her will. He wheeled over a medical cart. On it lay an array of 'toys'—some she recognized from her 'playroom,' but many more she had never even seen... He produced a vibrating nipple clamp. With a 'click,' the cold metal ring fastened onto her hardened nipples, erect from tension and the chill. He pressed the remote. "Bzzzzzz—Bzzzzzz—" "!!!!" An intense, high-frequency vibration exploded from the most sensitive points on her chest! "Ugh ah ah ah ah—(muffled by gag)" Xia Wanqing's body convulsed violently in mid-air! This was nothing like the 'tingling pleasure' she had imagined! This was a violent, forceful, undeniable 'pleasure'! Her waist writhed madly in the air, attempting to escape the current, but the rope bondage held her fast. Her struggles only tightened the ropes, and made the nipple clamps' vibrations... even more intense! Her body... Her shameful body... Was actually finding it 'good'?! While kidnapped, suspended, and gagged... Her body was betraying her will! "Mmmph... Mmmph mmmph..." Humiliating tears mixed with shameful saliva dripped continuously from the gaps in the gag. She was unwilling! She was indignant! Why... why was her body like this?! "It seems your body is far more honest than your mouth," Gu Fan commented coldly. He took out electrode pads. He placed them one by one on the inner thighs, lower abdomen, and sides of her waist... The final two pads were affixed to either side of her clitoris, which twitched slightly from the vibrations. "No—!! (Don't)" She shook her head frantically, a premonition of something more terrifying than death about to occur. Gu Fan turned up the current. "Zzzzz—" "Ugh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah—!!!" An indescribable storm of electrical current, a chaotic blend of 'pleasure' and 'pain,' instantly swept through her entire body! She felt as if her nerves were being burned away! Her body bounced and convulsed wildly in mid-air! Her anus contracted and spasmed uncontrollably... And her most intimate parts, under the 'care' of those two electrode pads, gushed forth a shameful, copious amount of... nectar.

Xia Wanqing was awakened by a faint metallic scraping sound. The moment consciousness returned, the familiar, nauseating smell of disinfectant assaulted her nostrils first, followed by a pervasive soreness throughout her body, especially in her inner thighs and knees, as if her ligaments had been forcibly torn and then crudely stitched. She opened her eyes, still to the same stark white, cold operating lamp. She moved, only to find her position had changed. No longer the humiliating "spread eagle" on the operating table, but… even more debased. She was kneeling, prostrate, inside an open cage made of cold metal, resembling a dog kennel. Her limbs were secured by some kind of rigid restraints, lined with soft black leather, forcing her into a standard "K9 human dog" kneeling posture. The collar around her neck was attached to a short chain, tethered to the top of the cage, preventing her from lifting her head completely. What shamed her most was that her buttocks were forcibly spread and held open by a cold, metallic "tailbone" prosthesis, thrusting upwards in an extremely lewd posture. And her mouth was still stuffed with that suffocating gag, her saliva already soaking the front of her… clothes? She lowered her head, catching a glimpse of herself. She was wearing a tight black latex suit, encasing her from neck to ankle like a second skin. On her feet were exaggerated heelless hoof shoes that forced her to balance only on her tiptoes. "Awake?" Gu Fan's voice came from not far away. He was still in his white coat, idly playing with a roll of red rope as he sauntered over, stopping in front of the cage and looking down at her. "It seems the 'basic processing' was successful." He bent down, his cold fingers tracing her spine through the latex, finally resting on the metallic "tailbone" and pressing lightly. "Mmph!" Xia Wanqing trembled all over, a sensation mixing pain and a strange stimulation shooting to her brain. She shook her head desperately, her throat emitting muffled "mmph mmph" sounds – protest, fear, and… a sliver of physiological response she was unwilling to admit, forcibly aroused. (This… is this what it feels like to be dominated? It’s completely different from what’s in the diary! The diary was warm, full of love, not this… cold, mechanical, emotionless thing!) Gu Fan seemed to read her mind, chuckling softly. "What? Doesn't match up with those 'beautiful fantasies' in your encrypted folder? Wasn't your third diary entry a detailed description of your desire to be leashed like this, waiting for your master's favor?" Xia Wanqing's pupils contracted sharply! He remembered the chapter titles and content of her diary so clearly! This shame of her privacy being completely stripped bare and exposed in broad daylight was more unbearable than the physical pain. Her face instantly burned, thankfully hidden by the latex hood.

The humiliation washed over her like ice water. She was fixed in this transparent "display case," watching Gu Fan move around the room, watching Su Qing and Qin Shiyao being led out for their "daily training" (which included tightrope walking, obedience drills, and even wearing more complex gags and tail plugs for "human-dog" crawling competitions), while she, like a failed specimen, was imprisoned here, to be "admired" for her wretchedness. Time passed, and her physiological needs became urgent again. Driven by extreme thirst and hunger, and stimulated by witnessing Qin Shiyao receive a brief caress from Gu Fan for quickly completing a command (a caress that elicited an almost fawning purr from Qin Shiyao), the last vestiges of Xia Wanqing's pathetic self-respect were finally crushed by the need for survival and... that sliver of desire for "reward" that she herself refused to admit. She began to struggle, like a leashed dog, lowering her head to lap at the liquid in the basin, to drink water. Each time she lowered her head, the nose ring pulled at her nasal cavity, bringing a sharp, stinging pain. The liquid smeared across her face, stretched open by the mouth ring, and trickled down her neck, leaving her utterly disheveled. Urination was even more shameful. The mesh at the bottom of the cage was connected to a drainage system, and she had to relieve herself in a designated spot, under the constant possibility of being "observed." The first few times, she almost suffocated in self-loathing, but her body's instincts and the fear of more severe punishment eventually led her to numbly accept this arrangement. She didn't know how long had passed, perhaps a day, perhaps two? In this dark, endless cycle of display and basic survival, her consciousness flickered between clarity and haziness. Until Gu Fan opened the cage door again and dragged her out. She no longer resisted, nor did she show much emotional fluctuation. She simply knelt on the floor, numbly awaiting the next command. Her eyes, more so than the emptiness before, held a trace of resigned obedience. Gu Fan seemed satisfied. He removed the nipple clamps and mouth ring she had worn for so long, replacing them with a more exquisite collar adorned with a small bell, and a "bark stopper" style bit gag with a smaller opening but deeper, designed to lock the tongue. Then, he put on a pair of fluffy dog ear headbands that completely clashed with her demeanor, and a fluffy white dog tail attached to the tail plug. "The final step," he said, taking hold of the silver chain connected to the new collar. "The confirmation ceremony for the K9 human-dog bitch." He led her around the room, occasionally issuing simple commands: "Sit," "Lie down," "Stay." She executed them precisely, like a programmed machine. When she reacted a moment too slowly to a command and received a mild correction from Gu Fan's electric collar, she no longer whimpered in anger, but let out a fearful, appeasing whine, and proactively nudged Gu Fan's leg with her head, adorned with the dog ears. (I am... a pet... only obedience... brings...) Her thoughts had become simple and direct. Finally, Gu Fan led her to the center of the room, where a soft pet mat had been placed at some point. He released the chain and pointed to the mat. Xia Wanqing hesitated for a fraction of a second, a residual instinct, then obediently crawled onto it, curling up like a real, tired pet dog. The fluffy white tail naturally draped beside her leg as she curled up. Gu Fan squatted down and, for the first time, with an almost "gentle" demeanor, reached out and stroked her head, down her hair, all the way to the base of the fake tail. A powerful emotion, a mixture of relief, submission, and a shameful hint of dependence, seized Xia Wanqing. A **"purring"** sound of satisfaction, uncontrollable, escaped her throat. Her body even trembled slightly, as if this simple touch were some supreme gift. Sylvia whispered excitedly in Gu Fan's ear, "She's done it! Gu Fan! Look at her! The complete 'petification' is complete! This scent... this pure, thoughtless 'lust' that only leaves dependence and obedience... it's so rich!" Gu Fan looked at the "bitch" curled up on the mat as if she had found her home, and a smile, almost genuinely cruel, finally appeared on his face. "Welcome to the pack," he said, his deep voice like a final verdict. " 'Xia Wanqing' has been logged out. From now on, your codename is—'Snow Slave'." On the mat, "Snow Slave" stiffened almost imperceptibly at the words, then relaxed again, burying her dog-eared head even deeper, her purr growing louder.

Snow Slave was forced to lift her head, the pull of the nose hook keeping her in an upward gaze. Her eyes, however, inevitably fell upon the absurd spectacle in the mirror— Four figures. All clad in identical black patent latex, from neck to ankle, like four soulless human dolls. On their heads, they wore ridiculous plush dog ears of varying colors (hers white, Qin Shiyao black, Su Qing brown, and 003 gray) but all the same. Connected to their hips were faux tails of different styles (hers a fluffy white tail, Qin Shiyao a slender black tail, Su Qing a short, curly brown tail, and 003 a limp, drooping gray tail). Their faces were adorned with various restrictive gags or rings, their eyes either vacant (Qin Shiyao), resentful (Su Qing), terrified (003), or… like hers, a murky blend of struggle and bewilderment. They knelt on all fours on the cold floor. (Is this… us?) Snow Slave’s heart felt as if it were being clutched by an icy hand! The image in the mirror, more impactful than any words, revealed their current dehumanized state. They weren't "like" pets; they were four meticulously adorned objects, utterly stripped of their human rights and dignity… objects. Gu Fan began to issue commands. "Wag your tails." The four faux tails began to sway with different frequencies and amplitudes. Qin Shiyao’s was precise and rhythmic, as if performing; Su Qing’s was stiff and resistant; 003’s was weak and erratic; Snow Slave’s own… she watched the figure in the mirror wagging its white tail, feeling a wave of intense nausea and dizziness. (That’s me… that thing wagging its tail is me…) "Whimper." Different sounds emerged from their gagged mouths. Qin Shiyao’s was a docile purr, Su Qing’s a suppressed growl of anger, 003’s a tearful whine, and Snow Slave’s own… was a sound she couldn't even distinguish, a mixture of habit, fear, and a pathetic hint of appeasement. "Crawl." The four images in the mirror began to move, their latex-clad bodies twisting, their hoof-shoes clicking on the floor. She saw herself among them, her movements practiced, her posture "standard." A profound sense of absurdity and self-estrangement washed over her. She felt as if she had split in two—one was the body mechanically executing commands, and the other was the soul suspended in mid-air, watching in horror as this body performed all sorts of inhuman actions. (How did I become like this? How am I… so "proficient"?) The faint voice within screamed, questioning. Shame crashed over her like a tsunami, more violent than any solo training session. Because this time, the source of humiliation wasn't external imposition, but stemmed from her own transformed body, from the crystal-clear reflection in the mirror of herself, reduced to a pet! After the training ended, the mirror was removed, but the image it left behind was seared into Snow Slave’s mind like a brand, impossible to erase. The cage at midnight and the silent breakdown. The nights spent back in her resting cubicle became even more unbearable. The image in the mirror flashed repeatedly before her eyes, and the details of her interactions with the other three "dogs" replayed endlessly. She remembered Qin Shiyao’s unfluctuating gaze, Su Qing’s stubborn yet futile resistance, and 003’s utter fear and confusion. They were like four samples at different stages, showcasing the potential endpoints on this path of domestication. Qin Shiyao was the "finished product," numb and "perfect"; Su Qing was the "semi-finished product," in pain and struggling; 003 was the "raw material," on the verge of collapse; and herself? What stage was she at?

"It's time," Gu Fan said, his voice flat but carrying an undeniable finality. "To officially brand you." Lin Xingwan's heart plummeted. The residual fragments of her "Lin Xingwan" consciousness sent faint alarms from the depths. (Brand... what brand?) First, the "school uniform" and bunny girl outfit, which had accompanied her through countless humiliations and been maliciously altered, were ruthlessly stripped away. She stood naked in the cold air, her skin erupting in goosebumps from the chill and fear. Then, Gu Fan picked up a new latex suit. This latex suit was identical to the ones Qin Shiyao and Xuenu wore: a full-body, featureless black latex suit that encased one from neck to ankle. The material was highly elastic and incredibly glossy, like a second skin, yet it carried an inhuman sense of suffocation. Gu Fan, with his own hands, slowly and meticulously, dressed her in this "uniform" that symbolized complete assimilation and belonging. The moment the zipper hissed shut at the back, Lin Xingwan felt an unprecedented sense of confinement. The latex clung tightly to every curve, accentuating her youthful, full breasts, slender waist, and perky buttocks. Its smooth, reflective, flawless surface made her look more like a meticulously crafted silicone doll than a living person. Breathing became difficult, and her vision seemed restricted by this black restraint. (Like them... now...) A despair that felt like sinking into an abyss enveloped her, as tightly as the suit. Next came the platform heels. Heavy shoes, forcing her to balance precariously on her tiptoes, were fastened to her feet, further stripping her of the ability to walk normally, symbolizing the complete forfeiture of her basic human freedom of movement. Then, the collar was replaced. A similar, but more refined and thicker leather black collar was placed around her neck. Directly below it, a small metal tag engraved with the number "004" hung. But this was far from over. Gu Fan picked up a cold, metallic nose hook. It was a curved hook with a sharp end. He pinched her nose, and under her terrified gaze, slowly and firmly, he pierced the cold hook tip through her delicate nasal septum! "Ah!" The sharp pain made her whole body tremble, and tears instantly welled up. With the nose hook in place, a thin chain connected it to the collar, forcing her head to remain in a perpetually slightly raised, humiliating, and fixed "bitch" posture, as if sniffing her master's scent. (Can't even lower my head freely anymore...) Afterward, the white bunny tail butt plug was removed and replaced with a pink, fluffy, heart-shaped fake tail. As he installed it, Gu Fan deliberately pressed and rotated his fingers near her sensitive anus, bringing waves of blushing, foreign sensation and hidden stimulation. (Pink... heart-shaped... what is he implying... so shameful...) Finally, the most symbolic step. Gu Fan picked up a tool resembling a tattoo gun but more intricately designed, along with a small vial of special, faintly glowing pigment. He signaled to Xivilia to secure Lin Xingwan in a standard K9 kneeling position. Then, he knelt down, lifted the edge of the latex suit at her chest, and pressed the cold tip of the tool against the latex near her left breast, close to where her heart beat. The tool activated, emitting a faint "zzzt" sound. Tiny needles rapidly pricked the surface of the latex, injecting the glowing pigment. Lin Xingwan could feel the dense vibration and slight stinging on her chest, but the pain in her heart was far greater. She knew what was happening. A few minutes later, Gu Fan stopped.

He hated that he ambushed her, hated that he bound her like this, hated that he made her crawl, eat, and sleep like a dog. What he hated even more was that he now dared to use her—use her knowledge as the Goddess of Desire and Bondage to better torment the other girls trapped here with her. A faint electric current tingled where the inside of the collar pressed against her skin. It wasn't a real shock, just a warning—if she didn't answer, the real punishment might come in the next second. Sylvia's body trembled uncontrollably. She remembered the shocks from the past few days. The current from the collar wasn't too strong, but it was painful enough to make her whole body convulse. What was more terrifying was that the shocks triggered the toys inside her—the T-strap would tighten and rub against the most sensitive spot between her legs, the anal plug would start to rotate, and the clamps on her nipples would deliver a stinging sensation… She didn't want to experience that mixture of pain and perverse pleasure again… "Not talking?" Gu Fan's fingers gently stroked the handle of the leash. The action was casual, but Sylvia knew that as soon as he pressed a certain button, the punishment would descend. She gritted her teeth—oh no, she should be biting the gag. The gag propped her mouth open, her teeth couldn't meet at all. She could only futilely press her tongue against the cold metal ring, squeezing broken sounds from her throat: "Mmm… Collective… humiliation… public execution…" The moment the words left her mouth, she felt a deeper sense of shame. She was the Goddess of Desire and Bondage, the supreme being who tasted and controlled desire, and now she was being forced to strategize for this human, to humiliate other beautiful girls, and perhaps even be subjected to it herself… Gu Fan squatted down. He reached out and pinched her chin—actually, his fingertips pressed against her jawbone, covered by the mask. His fingers were cold, transmitting through the thin fabric of the mask to her skin. "Be specific," he said, his voice lowered, with an undeniable commanding tone. "I want a plan that can be replicated on a large scale and operated long-term. Aren't you the Goddess of Desire? You should know best about humans' dirtiest thoughts, those that produce the most 'delicious' shame and pleasure." Sylvia's golden slit pupils contracted behind the mask. The sense of humiliation surged like a tide, drowning her reason. She wanted to scream, to curse, to use her last divine power to tear this bastard apart… But her divine power was suppressed by the pink suit she was wearing. The energy-inhibiting runes woven into the silk latex were like countless greedy mouths; every trace of power she mobilized would be absorbed and converted to strengthen the restraints themselves. She had tried many times, each time ending in failure, and after each failure, the restraints would tighten a little, and the toys inside her would become a little more "active." (This bastard… But if I keep going like this…) She looked into Gu Fan's eyes, which held no emotion, only a calm, assessing gaze. She felt a chill under that gaze. (Maybe… maybe I should go along with him for now?) The thought startled her. Compliance? Complying with this human who had turned her into a bitch? But another voice immediately followed: If I don't comply, what can I do? Continue to be shocked? Continue to be tormented by those toys? Continue to crawl like a dog, eat mush, and sleep in a cage? At least… if she "helped," would Gu Fan give her some… "preferential treatment"? Like taking off the gag in her mouth for a while, allowing her to speak normally, to swallow her saliva? Or letting her stand up and walk a few steps, even if only for a few minutes? Her tail—that fluffy white anal plug—twitched slightly due to her intense internal struggle. The fluff brushed against her bare buttocks, causing a subtle itch. The plug was still lodged inside her, cold, swollen, a constant reminder that her most private parts had been violated. "The library…" She finally spoke, her voice hoarse, her tongue pulled out in a way that made her pronunciation slurred, each word mixed with saliva spilling from the corners of her mouth. "Knowledge… a sacred place… If there… public training were conducted… books turned into torture devices… bookshelves into display stands… the shame would… would double…" She spoke slowly, pausing to catch her breath every few words. The gag made her whimper and slur her words with every utterance, and she couldn't control her saliva effectively. Drool dripped down her extended tongue, forming glistening silver threads between her chin and chest. A few drops landed on the pink latex suit, leaving dark, wet stains. Gu Fan's eyes lit up.

Sylvia looked at the nearest display case— A cold spotlight shone down from above, illuminating the "artwork" within with stark clarity. Inside the case was an extremely petite girl. Her height was estimated to be around 155 centimeters. Her face was as delicate as a doll's—her round cheeks had the curve of baby fat, her large eyes were as moist as two black grapes, her small nose tip was slightly upturned, her cherry-like lips were pouting, and her skin, as white as snow, was flawless. Despite her innocent, childlike appearance, her figure was astonishingly hot—her slender waist could be held in one hand, her rounded, full buttocks were like ripe peaches, and her breasts were disproportionately full for her small frame. Those plump breasts hung heavily on her delicate body like two ripe white peaches, trembling and swaying with every tremor of her body. She was practically a natural-born sex doll blank. But her predicament... She was completely bound, fixed to a metal pillar in the center of the display case. The pillar rose straight from a base on the floor, topped with a thick metal dildo—gleaming with a cold light, its surface covered in intricate spiral patterns and raised bumps. At this moment, the dildo was deeply inserted into her small orifice, impaling her body. Her legs were forcibly held together by black leather straps. The straps began at her thighs, wrapping tightly around her legs every five centimeters, extending all the way to her ankles, binding her legs and the cold metal pillar together. This position forced her to stand impaled—her legs straight and together, her body firmly pinned from below by the metal pillar, unable to sit, squat, or even slightly change her posture. Her feet were encased in pure white heelless hoof shoes—a type of ballet heel without a heel, with terrifyingly high soles, forcing the arch of her foot into an almost vertical angle, her toes almost directly touching the ground. These shoes rendered her completely unable to walk—she could only stand on her tiptoes, with most of her weight pressing down on the metal pillar piercing her. Her hands were covered in white leather mitts, her fingers forcibly held together in a clenched fist. Her two gloved hands were cuffed behind her back and locked in a "W-bond"—her wrists crossed and bound together, folded upwards to press between her shoulder blades, then secured by a strap to a collar at the back of her neck. This posture forced her shoulders back, making her already excessively full breasts stand out even more prominently, as if presenting themselves. A cold leather neck brace clamped her slender neck, completely restricting her head movement. She couldn't lower her head or turn it, only look straight ahead, forced to watch everything outside the display case—forced to see how everyone who passed by looked at her. And what she was wearing... Sylvia's pupils contracted sharply. It was a thoroughly modified Little Grass God cosplay uniform. The originally sacred white miniskirt had been cut to its absolute limit—rather than a skirt, it was a lace