Female Kidnapper:I just finished tying her up with a team of horses, and I'm swapping souls with her?

She had long heard of Lin Xingye's name, not only because of the coveted fortune, but also because of her mysterious and unpredictable technology - rumor had it that the technology could "read and even intervene in neural signals", almost spying on the divine realm of consciousness. 　　Mei Fox does not know much about high technology, but she knows the word "worth". Her original plan was to kidnap for ransom, demanding an astronomical ransom, but in the parking lot of that dinner party, when she saw Lin Xing Evening coming down from the car, dressed in fancy clothes, elegant and radiant, a certain dark desire in her heart was completely ignited. 　　A woman who is so high and mighty, who combines wisdom, beauty and wealth, if she is bound and tortured by her own hands, watching that mask of calmness and rationality shatter under her hands, listening to that elegant voice emitting a wail of despair ...... that would be such an extreme and exciting enjoyment. The plan, instantly changed. 　　"First of all, have to make sure that our honorable Miss Doctor, won't be too noisy later." Mei Fox hooked up an icy cold arc that didn't contain any smiles. She sharply lifted the unconscious Lin Xingye up a bit so that her back was to herself. The deep V design on the back of the gown caused that entire smooth jade-like spine to be completely exposed in front of her eyes, the skin glowing with a delicate and soft luster under the light. Mei Fox did not hesitate to reach out, from the opening in the back of the gown dexterously probed into the front chest underwear clasp, gently a solution, and then immediately that piece of material exquisite, with exquisite lace lace corset from the gown out, casually thrown on the side of the tool table. 　　Without the support and restraint of the underwear, the pair of full and firm breasts instantly became more "free", hidden under the neckline of the deep V dress, the curvature is even more thrilling, gently undulating with the weak breathing. But this was not just for enjoyment, it was also to clear the way for the next step in the bondage process - removing any immediate obstacles that might interfere with the tightening of the ropes against the skin. 　　Immediately afterward, the charming fox's gaze fell on Lin Xingye's feet. They were a pair of high heels, also made of dark blue, satin material, with a thin, high heel that perfectly complemented her slender ankles and graceful foot lines. 　　Mei Fox squatted down and without any pity took off the high heels on Lin Xing Evening's right foot. A jade foot wrapped in ultra-thin transparent black stockings was instantly exposed in the air. The foot was slim and elegant, the outline of light greenish blood vessels could be vaguely seen under the skin, the five toes were neatly together, coated with a positive red nail polish that echoed with the color of the lips, which was even more seductive under the wrapping of the black stockings, as if it was some kind of delicate and fragile collector's item. 　　Mei Fox took the high heeled shoe and placed it on the tip of her nose, sniffing it lightly; in addition to the smell of leather and perfume, there was also a hint of a distinctly female, if any, fragrance. She snorted and tossed the shoe aside. Then, from her black metal case filled with various "tools", she took out a roll of brand new, rough twine and a clean but plain white cotton cloth. 　　She first kneaded the cloth into a ball, which was strong enough to fill her mouth adequately. Afterwards, she cupped Lin Xingye's jaw with one hand and exerted a little force, forcing those tantalizing red lips to open slightly, while the other hand did not hesitate to shove the mass of cotton cloth deeply and tightly in, right up to the mouth of her throat. 　　The unconscious Lin Xing Evening seemed to instinctively produce a faint trace of resistance, a vague and suppressed whimper overflowed from her throat, her body trembled a little imperceptibly, but in the end, she was unable to resist, and soon reverted to dead silence. The cloth ball filled almost the entirety of her mouth, ensuring that even if she woke up, she would never be able to make any clear cries for help, only to spill out dull and humiliating sniffles. 　　"Hmmm, that'll make it sound better, later." Mei Fox nodded in satisfaction, patted Lin Xing Evening's cheek, and began to deal with the coarse roll of twine. 　　She purposely chose hemp rope instead of the smoother cotton or nylon rope. It was because the rough surface of the sisal rope could bring about a stronger sense of friction and painful oppression when binding and struggling, and was more capable of destroying the will of the bound person. 　　She folded the hemp rope in half, found the center point, pressed it hard against the indentation at the back of Lin Xing evening's neck, and then pulled the two ends of the rope hard along the shoulder line to her chest. The rough body of the rope instantly sank into the soft and delicate skin, leaving clear red indentations. She didn't show the slightest bit of mercy, the rope strangled extremely tightly, almost embedding itself into the flesh to ensure that it would never slip off. 　　The ropes crossed between the fullness of the breasts, pressing tightly against the erect peaks, making the soft flesh of the breasts stand out even more from the knots, and then circled around the armpits, crossing again behind the smooth naked back, forming a solid and cruel base. This was the beginning of the Chest Bondage, designed not only to bind, but also to emphasize, squeeze and torture one of the sexiest parts of the body. 　　Then came the "Backhand Guanyin". She forcefully twisted Lin Xingye's powerless arms behind her back, forcing both wrists to be folded from side to side. The rough hemp rope was like poison ivy that possessed life, wrapping tightly around the slender wrists in circles, each wrap accompanied by a hard strangulation, the knots tightened, ensuring that the arms were firmly fixed behind the back, the elbows were forced to tighten backward, and the shoulder blades protruded out as a result. This position forced the chest forward even more, creating a forced display and a highly humiliating gesture. 　　Then, she began to carefully weave the "Turtle Armor Bind". This was one of the most ornamental and powerful forms of rope art, and was also known for the strong sense of oppression it brought. Rough hemp ropes weaved and pulled regularly and cruelly on Lin Xingye's naked torso, forming a symmetrical, tightly packed diamond-shaped grid on her chest and back. Each knot was tight against the skin and deeply embedded, especially underneath the chest and at the waist and stomach, the strong pressure exerted by the ropes caused the soft and delicate skin to slightly protrude and overflow from the grid, creating a thrilling, ravaged fullness. Not only does the tortoise harness completely restrict any significant movement of the torso, the tightness, rough friction, and constant pressure that it brings on itself is enough to make the bound person feel out of breath and in deep tension and pain. 　　This was far from over. Mei Fox's gaze fell on Lin Xingye's buttocks and legs that were partially covered by the hem of her gown. She pulled over another, shorter section of twine and wrapped it several times around Lin Xingye's crotch, close to the most sensitive point where the root of her leg connected to the flesh of her buttocks, before tightening it viciously. The rope sank deep into the soft texture, almost into the bones, this was the "strand rope". The existence of the strand rope not only greatly restricts the movement of the legs apart, but also that kind of rough and strong bondage tightly strangled in the intimate and sensitive area, which in itself carries an extremely strong meaning of humiliation and stimulation. Lin Xing Evening's unconscious body seemed to instinctively tremble violently once again, and a little clearer, gagged, muffled grunt escaped from her throat. 　　Now, Mei Fox took two steps back, her arms rewrapped around her, scrutinizing her tentatively completed work. 　　The unconscious Lin Xing Evening, her arms now clipped back behind her, her torso tightly wrapped in rough hemp rope in a turtle-necked bondage, the white rope forming a strong and exciting visual contrast with her snow-white skin, dark blue gown, and flesh-penetrating black stockings. Her breasts looked more and more full and wanting to split under the cruel pressure and outline of the hemp rope, while her waist was even more slender by the rope, as if it was too small to hold. The strands of rope sunk deep into the roots of her legs, causing the hem of the gown to be rubbed even higher, revealing more skin of her thighs wrapped in ultra-thin, transparent black stockings, which were straight and slender, the sheen of the stockings glowing ambiguously in the light. The ball of cloth in her mouth twisted her delicate face in a painful and erotic way. She looked like a precious gift wrapped in the coarsest of ways, and like a beautiful moth that had fallen into a spider's web and was entangled in layers of barbed, poisonous silk, waiting helplessly for the ultimate enjoyment and destruction of her predator.

The compression of the rope caused the muscles in her thighs to deform slightly, and the material of the stockings looked even more fragile under the strong bondage. After tying the knot, she forcefully pressed the rope knot tightly to ensure that it would not slip off below the knee joint. At this moment, Lin Xingye's legs from thigh to ankle had been divided by two tightly bound ropes, and her freedom of movement had been drastically deprived. 　　Now, it was time for the core step of constructing the "team horse" structure - connecting the wrists to the ankles, bending the body backwards, forming an extremely painful and humiliating bow. 　　Mei Fox rolled the unconscious Lin Xingye on her side, letting her lie on her side on the marching bed. As her arms had already been firmly clipped behind her back by the "Backhanded Goddess of Mercy", and her wrists were folded up and down tightly, this position caused her shoulder joints to endure a considerable amount of pressure, and let out a subtle, toothache-inducing soft sound. Mei Fox ignored this possible warning of physical limitations, she grabbed both of Lin Xing Evening's bound ankles and pulled them backward with all her might, at the same time lifting her wrists, which had been clipped behind her back, upward as well. 　　Her unconscious body seemed to instinctively feel the extreme discomfort and crisis, as Lin Xingye's throat once again overflowed with vague, cloth-clogged whimpers, and her body began to experience subtle, unconscious trembling, as if attempting to resist this binding that was about to take shape and go beyond its physiological limits. But this resistance was as weak as a candle in the wind, unable to shake the charming fox's firm movements at all. 　　Mei Fox used a prepared, longer, dark-colored hemp rope, one end of which was firmly tied to Lin Xingye's ankle rope loop, and then, she pulled the rope upwards and tightened it, connecting and tying it tightly to the knots at the wrists that were clipped backwards behind her back. During this process, she constantly adjusted the tension, making sure that the rope was in a state of extreme tightness. Lin Xingye's legs were forcibly pulled upwards towards the back, forming a brutally straight line with her wrists behind her, and the muscles and ligaments of her entire body were stretched to the limit.

　　When the final knot was pulled tight and snapped, the "Ultimate Team Horse" was finally completed. 　　Lin Xingye's body was forcibly bent into a shocking bow. Her shoulders were forced to be raised high because her wrists were forcefully lifted backward and upward, her shoulder blades protruded backward, and her shoulder joints were subjected to tremendous tension, as if they might be dislocated at any time. 　　The breasts were pushed forward even more due to this reverse stretch and the pressure of the chest restraints, the full curves were cut even more prominently by the ropes, and breathing became exceptionally difficult and shallow, each weak inhalation causing the ropes in front of the chest to sink deeper into the flesh. The tortoise shell binding mesh on her waist and abdomen was taut to the extreme due to the arching of her body, the ropes deeply embedded in the soft waist flesh, as if they were going to cut her off at the waist. 　　Her legs, on the other hand, were forcibly bent towards the back of her head, her thigh muscles tightened, her knees were forced together, and her ankles were connected to her wrists, causing her entire body to have only a portion of her chest and abdomen and the front of her thighs touching the hard surface of the marching bed, creating an extremely unstable and shaky balance. The legs wrapped in black stockings formed a humiliating and sensual curve in the air, the palms of the feet slightly upturned by the pull of the ropes, the red-painted toes curling helplessly under the thin silk. 　　This is the extreme horse harness, which completely deprives the bondage victim of any possibility to move on his own, making even the slightest roll over or curl up a luxury. It forced the body to maintain a posture that violated physiological comfort, and within a short period of time, it would bring about intense muscle pain, extreme pressure on the joints, and extreme difficulty in breathing. What's more, the chest bindings, turtle armor bindings, and strand ropes that had long existed on Lin Xingye's body were superimposed with this team horse binding, forming an all-encompassing, three-dimensional, and brutal bondage network. 　　The rough hemp ropes were everywhere, tightly strangling every inch of skin they touched-the back of the neck, the shoulder line, around the breasts and breasts, under the armpits, the waist and abdomen, the wrists, the roots of the thighs, the knees, the ankles....... The ropes rubbed against the stockings, against the gowns, and against the naked skin, emitting a subtle "Rustling" sound. Lin Xing Evening's snow-white skin was littered with clear reddish rope marks, and some places were even starting to turn slightly purple because they were too tightly strung. 　　Mei Fox retreated a few steps back, her hands crossed her waist, as if admiring a just completed sculpture, her eyes burningly scanning her "masterpiece". 　　At this moment, Lin Xingye could no longer see the slightest trace of the aura and elegance of a new technology noble and genius researcher. She was like a prey that had been carefully tied up and was waiting to be cooked, and like a piece of erotic art that had been displayed in the most brutal way. 　　The dark blue evening gown had become messy during the intense bondage process, the deep V neckline was askew, revealing more snow-white breast flesh compressed by the ropes, and the hem of the skirt was rolled up to the base of her thighs, exposing the sensitive parts of the strands of rope that were tightly strangled as well as most of the buttocks and legs wrapped in sheer black silk. The diamond shaped mesh of the tortoiseshell bondage strained against her arched torso as if to squeeze out all her insides. 　　The backhanded kunai made it so that her arms were secured behind her back in an extremely awkward position, working in conjunction with the teaming ropes to keep her upper body nearly suspended. The cloth ball in her mouth propped up the lower half of her face in a distorted manner, and saliva uncontrollably oozed out slightly, soaking the edges of the cloth ball and the remaining red lip gloss at the corners of her lips, mixing into a lewd and wretched trail. 　　Her entire being was immobilized on an extremely fragile and painful balance, and any slightest struggle could upset that balance, leading to heavier body compression or a direct fall to the cold, hard ground. But even if she didn't move, the constant bondage itself, was a slow torture. 　　The ghastly white light poured over her mercilessly, clearly illuminating the course of every rope, every detail of skin compression, every flutter of muscle that twitched unconsciously from pain. She looked like a victim nailed to the altar of light, beautiful, desperate, and filled with a sense of vulnerability that invited abuse. 　　Mei Fox's heart beat wildly as a burning excitement shot up her spine and straight to the top of her head. The sight in front of her was more perfect and shocking than any of her previous "works". Lin Xingye's own amazing beauty and temperament, and her extreme humiliation and vulnerability at the moment formed an unparalleled contrast, this will be the supreme beauty completely trampled, control, distortion of the pleasure, so that Mei Fox almost want to tremble. 　　She could even imagine what a hellish scene it would be when Lin Xing evening woke up. The first thing that would sweep over her would be the oppressive and suffocating feeling of being tightly bound everywhere in her body. She would find her arms and legs forcibly connected in reverse, her body bent into a bow, and any tiny movement would trigger severe pain in her muscles and joints. 　　She would try to struggle, but the structure of the Ultimate Team Horse would immediately make her realize that all struggles were futile, and would only cause the rough ropes to cut deeper into her delicate skin, placing an even more terrible strain on her shoulder and hip joints, and making breathing even more difficult. The chest restraints would tighten more and more with her rapid breathing, compressing her lungs and heart. The femoral ropes would brutally rub and strangle the most sensitive private part of her leg roots as she tried to keep her legs together or apart. Each knot of the tortoise bondage would be like a red-hot branding iron, embedded deep in her flesh. 　　And she couldn't even call for help. The ball of cloth in her mouth would block all her cries, only allowing her to let out desperate, sweet whimpers smothered in her chest. Tears would gush out uncontrollably, washing away what might be left of her eye makeup and mixing with the saliva spilling from the corners of her mouth, tarnishing her delicate face even more woefully.

　　Despite the tight sealing of her mouth, despite the desperate clenching of her teeth in an attempt to swallow back the collapsing laughter and pleas, the extreme tickling sensation overcame all her defenses. The gagged, maniacal laughter turned into a twisted, distorted, intermittent, muffled howl and snort that squeezed desperately out of her propped-up, distorted lips and nasal passages. The sound was grotesque in the extreme, a mixture of pain at not being able to laugh, physiological tears, and desperation on the verge of collapse. 　　Her body began an unprecedented, violent struggle. It wasn't a conscious, attempted resistance to break free from her bonds, but rather the most instinctive, uncontrollable reaction after her nerves were stimulated by a strong itch. The hands that were clipped behind her back were clenched into dead fists, nails pinched deep into her palms, trying in vain to use the pain to distract herself from the itch. Her legs frantically tried to kick, to come together, to come apart ...... anything that would alleviate the ubiquitous itch, but the structure of the Ultimate Team horse coldly transformed all these attempts into even more horrific tears to the joints and deeper cuts in the ropes. 　　Her head threw back desperately, the black collar looking even more blinding as the veins in her neck bulged. Her body twisted and bounced violently on the marching bed, and though the amplitude was strictly limited by her bonds, the frantic, itchy intensity of the attempts to rid herself of the itch made her resemble a fish thrown to its death on the scorching sand. 　　Tears welled up like an embankment, not from sadness, but purely physical, stemming from the extreme itch that could not be shaken or relieved. Sweat poured like a fountain, further soaking her already soaked gown and the plastic sheet beneath her. Drool was secreted in uncontrollable quantities but could not be swallowed, only spilling continuously along the corners of her stocking-clogged mouth, pulling out silvery, humiliating threads that mixed with the tearful sweat and tarnished her once exquisitely haughty face beyond recognition. 　　Itchy! It tickled too much! 　　The soles of her feet felt like a billion ants were gnawing at them! The armpits feel like soft feathers are repeatedly scratching the most ticklish spots! The side of my waist feels like it's being brushed back and forth by a furry brush! Even the heart of my right foot, which was covered in stockings, felt like it was being drilled and rubbed by something! 　　She wanted to scream, she wanted to laugh wildly, she wanted to beg for it all to stop! But the clog that filled her mouth turned all her sounds into muffled, twisted, distorted muffles. She couldn't even utter the word "itch" clearly! 　　This feeling of being unable to speak, unable to laugh, bound all over her body, with nowhere to escape, and only being able to clearly and passively feel the wave after wave of itchiness that was enough to drive a person crazy, never-endingly hitting her nerves, was a kind of mental torture that surpassed mere pain. 　　Her mindset, which belonged to the "charming fox" and was used to controlling and inflicting pain, appeared so pale and powerless in front of this primitive and unreasonable sensory attack. The dam of reason collapsed under the flood of itching sensation. Her mind was in chaos, only the most instinctive, frantic thoughts of getting rid of the itch remained. 　　After another violent struggle that resulted in a sharp pain in her hip as she tried to curl her toes, she glimpsed once again out of the corner of her eye the body that belonged to her original body lying still on the floor. 　　An absurd and desperate thought crossed her chaotic mind like lightning: If ...... if the "Lin Xing evening" in that body could wake up at this moment, and see this broken and twisted appearance because of scratching, what would she think? Would she feel the pleasure of revenge? Would she laugh at her sorry state? 　　The strong sense of shame brought about by this thought even temporarily overpowered the bone-crushing itch, causing her body to stiffen. 　　But the itch immediately returned with even more ferocity. 　　"Oooooooo......! Mmmmmmmmmmm ......! Ho...... ho......!" She shook her head desperately, a more miserable and helpless muffled grunt escaping from her throat, and her body once again trembled and twisted violently and uncontrollably, like a puppet manipulated by invisible strings and filled with a sense of pain and comicality. 　　She felt like she was suffocating. Her nasal passages were clogged from violent gasps and tears, her chest was suffocating from the instinct to laugh maniacally and the pressure of her chest restraints. Bouts of blackness began before her eyes, flashing up in colorful patches of light. 　　The four tickling balls, however, continued to perform their tasks faithfully on her, tirelessly and continuously outputting the maddening vibrations and tickling sensations.

　　"Wooo...!!!" 　　A gagged, muffled howl filled with extreme horror and fear violently exploded from the depths of Mei Fox's throat! The sound was so poignant that even though it was filtered by layers of gagging objects, it still swung in a circle of haunting reverberations in the silent warehouse. 　　She could feel it! 　　She could clearly feel the cold, slightly resilient, silicone head with its finely textured surface, forcing its way through the most secret folds of her body in a mechanical, precise, and emotionless manner, trying to break through that final barrier and invade the warm depths that had never been treated so roughly before! 　　The sensation of a foreign body! 　　A foreign body sensation that was so strong that it was beyond description, mixed with the sharp swelling pain of being forcibly propped open, instantly swept through all of her senses like a tsunami! This sensation was completely different from the pure itchiness and the strangling pain of the ropes before! This was a deeper, more intimate, more invasive torture! Directly acting on a woman's most central and vulnerable area, aiming to completely destroy her from both the physical and psychological levels! 　　"No...... don't...... stop...... stop!" She screamed and pleaded frantically in her head, even though she knew it was pointless. The "Lin Xing Evening" occupying her body was still unconscious, while she herself was a bizarre combination of the torturer and the bearer of this torture - the former abusive consciousness was now enduring the most brutal punishment set by her own hands. 　　Her body began a struggle that was even more frantic and desperate than when she had dealt with the itchy torture before! 　　"Uhhhhhhhh-!!!" 　　The hands that were clipped behind her back were clenched into dead fists, the nails pinched deep into the tender flesh of her palms from the extreme force, almost choking out blood! The twine at the wrists sank deep into the flesh because of this sudden, desperate struggle, rubbing against the already red and swollen skin, bringing about a burning, intense pain. A toothsome, horrifying sound came from her shoulder joint, as if her bones were about to be forcibly pulled out of their sockets, and the pain was like a high-voltage electric current running up to the top of her head, causing her eyes to black out for a while. 　　Her legs kicked and spasmed violently like dying frogs, trying to clench and close together as a means of resisting the terrible intrusion. But the structure of the extreme teamster coldly transformed this force into an even more terrible tearing at the hip joints! The strand ropes at the base of the thighs were almost strangling into the bone from this frantic struggle, rubbing against the most sensitive skin, bringing a mixture of excruciating pain and intense humiliation. The ropes at the ankles were deadened, and the team ropes attached to the wrists were as taut as a bowstring about to break. 　　Her waist and belly twisted frantically, trying to get rid of the cannon's offense. But this twisting seemed so futile and ridiculous under the tight confinement of the tortoise armor restraints, instead allowing the rough hemp ropes to cut deeper into her soft waist flesh, the grid of the ropes seeming to be embedded in her innards. Each twist of her loins seemed to subtly change the angle of the gunnery machine, making the intrusion of that silicone head even more tricky, bringing a stronger sense of bracing and discomfort. 　　"Ooohhhh ......! Ho...... ho...... ho......!" 　　The screams of the gagged throat turned into broken, whimpering and moaning with sobs and extreme pain. Tears, like a flood that broke the dike, rushed out even more violently, mixing with the cold sweat dripping from her forehead and the saliva that kept spilling out of her mouth, soaking a small piece of the black plastic sheet that was spread underneath her. She was like a fish nailed to the board, making its final, most violent flick under the butcher's knife. 　　All struggles, however, were futile in the face of cold machinery and absolute physical restraints. 　　The cannon machine, still following its preset program, worked steadily and relentlessly. 　　The silicone movement head, after the initial slow advance met with obvious resistance, seemed to pause slightly, the internal sensors perhaps adjusting the strength of the output. Immediately after that-- 　　"Buzz--!" 　　The sound of the drive seemed to become more forceful! 　　Then it began a real ...... onslaught! 　　No longer a slow advance, but a short, powerful, reciprocating motion with a fixed frequency! 　　"Uhh! Uhh! Uh!"

　"It seems to be very conscious." 'Mei Fox'-or rather, Lin Xingye, who had occupied Mei Fox's body-nodded slightly, as if recording experimental data. Her gaze was like a precise scanner, sliding from Mei Fox's sweat-soaked forehead hair, over her empty and desperate eyes, skimming over her lips that were distorted by the stockings, to the piercing black collar around her neck, and finally meticulously sweeping over every detail of her entire body that was cruelly bound by ropes, especially those strangulation marks that were so deep into the flesh that they had even begun to glow with purple-black color. 　　There was no pity in that gaze, no lust, only an almost cold ...... interest. 　　"Extreme Team Horse, Rough Sisal Rope, Double Gag, Strand Rope, Turtle Armor Binding, Rear Hand Guanyin ......" Lin Xing Evening used her calm and waveless tone to read out the names of the bindings one by one, as if she was taking inventory of the experimental equipment, "Automatic Scratch Balls , four of them, distributed in the center of the foot, armpit, and waist side. Voice-activated electric shock collar, model X-7, maximum output can cause brief muscle paralysis. Portable blaster, three speeds, simulates multiple modes ......" 　　With each word recited, Mayfox's body shuddered uncontrollably. These instruments of torture that she had hand-picked, hand-installed, and originally used to torment Lin Xingye, at this moment, each term was like a whip lashing at her soul. Endless remorse and fear almost consumed her. 　　Lin Xingye slowly squatted down, leveling her eyes with Mei Fox on the marching bed. She stretched out her hand, and the fingertips of the black half-finger tactical gloves that originally belonged to Mei Fox gently brushed over the clear, red, swollen rope marks on the cheeks of Mei Fox - or rather, Lin Xingye's own body. 　　"A very subtle maneuver." Lin Xingye commented, her tone flat as if she was evaluating a work of art, "The use of mechanics, the grasp of the sensitive points of the nerves, are all quite specialized. This team horse structure in particular combines counter-joint tension and localized compression to the extreme, maximizing the deprivation of mobility and amplifying the feeling of pain." 　　Her fingertips slid down the rope marks, skimming over the edges of her breasts that had been brutally compressed by the chest restraints and were slightly purple, where the skin had become sensitive and fragile under the cuts of the rough hemp rope. The charming fox shuddered violently, a suppressed whimper escaping her throat as she tried to dodge, but couldn't even deflect a centimeter. 　　"It seems that the itch nerve response is also very sensitive." Lin Xingye withdrew her hand, pondering, her gaze turning to the heart of Mei Fox's bare, left foot that still had traces of the scratching ball fixation. That foot appeared slightly swollen due to the prolonged binding and previous violent struggles, and the most delicate skin on the center of the foot was still clearly imprinted with tiny red spots left by the silicone tentacles. 　　Lin Xing evening's eyes, flashed a very faint, almost imperceptible light. That was a kind of ...... light that discovered an interesting research topic. 　　She stood up, walked over to that black toolbox, and began rummaging through it. The metal tools clashed with a crisp sound, each one making the heart of the wintry fox on the marching bed skip a beat. She didn't know what this "Lin Xing Evening", who had taken over a powerful body, was going to do next, and the fear of the unknown was far more devastating than the pain of the known. 　　Soon, Lin Xingye came back with something. 　　It was not a new electric prop, but a ...... feather. 　　A very ordinary looking, nowhere to be found, grayish brown avian feather with a tough stalk and soft, fluffy filaments. 　　Lin Xing evening took that feather, and under the gaze of Mei Fox's terrified eyes, squatted down once again and aimed at the heart of her bare left foot. 　　"No ...... don't ......" Mei Fox cried frantically in her heart, desperately shaking her head, her blocked throat emitting a miserable "whimpering " sound. After experiencing the hellish torture of the automatic tickling ball, she had a deeper fear of this seemingly "gentle" tool! Feathers! It was slower, more precise, and more playful! 　　Lin Xingye was oblivious to Mei Fox's resistance. With her tactical gloved hand, she steadily gripped Mei Fox's left ankle, immobilizing her paw as she tried to struggle weakly. Then, she took the feather, and with the tip of the foremost tuft that was soft to the extreme, she gently, extremely slowly, brushed over the small piece of skin that was the most recessed and sensitive part of the heart of Mei Fox's left foot. 　　"Ho...!!!" 　　A sharp and extreme itching sensation that ran through the entire body like an electric current instantly exploded from the center of the foot! Mei Fox's body violently arched upwards like a live fish thrown into a frying pan, all the ropes were tensed to the extreme at this moment, emitting an unbearable creaking sound! Tearing, sharp pains came from her shoulder and hip joints, but she was completely unable to care! 　　"oooohahahaha ...... uhhhhhhhh ......!!!" 　　Gagged, twisted and distorted muffled laughter and whimpers erupted uncontrollably! The scratching of that feather, unlike the electric props that were constant, instead took on a more brutal, teasing meaning because of its gentleness, slowness, and precision! Every time the tip of the feather brushed against her, it was as if there were countless tiny to the extreme, electrically charged tentacles dancing on the most ticklish nerve endings in the center of her feet! Itchy! A heart-breaking itch! Maddening itch! 　　She wanted to retract her feet, to rub them on the floor, to beg frantically for mercy! But the extreme teaming and the clog in her mouth reduced all her efforts to a futile, aggravating struggle. All she could do was to feel clearly and helplessly the feathers scraping and scratching over and over again, one after another, as if by lynching, on the center of her most vulnerable foot! 　　Lin Xingye's expression remained calm, and she even slightly adjusted the angle and strength of the feather, carefully observing the reaction of the Mei Fox's body - the violent trembling, the tensed and curled toes, the face distorted by the extreme effort to hold back the laughter and pain, and the broken and strange muffled laughter squeezed out from the depths of her nose and throat. 　　"Sure enough," Lin Xingye spoke faintly, as if recording an experimental log, "the response to gentle, intermittent stimulation is more violent than continuous vibration. The phenomenon of neural signal overload is obvious, accompanied by a strong physiological stress response, shortness of breath, skyrocketing heart rate, localized muscle spasms, and psychological resistance, attempts at avoidance, and emotional agitation,."