The slave girl I tied up killed me while I was in bondage.

1.Kidnapping female mercenaries as slave girls 2.Extreme teamwork 3.White socks gagging and tickling feet. 4 Electroshock . Breast Clamp 5. A move will be electrocuted forced orgasm 6. Timed locks and tiptoe self-bondage 7. Heaven's way is good, heaven spares no one.

　My lair is hidden in the basement of an abandoned factory building on the outskirts of town. Soundproofed and far from the hustle and bustle, it was the perfect place for me to hide. 　　Dragging the tightly bound Viper through the hidden entrance, the heavy metal door closed behind me, completely shutting out the outside world. The basement was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the musty smell of old books and newspapers, dust, and the faintest hint of a different woman's body odor. 　　"Mmmm ...... hmmm ......" 　　A few suppressed whimpers, tinged with pain or humiliation, stood out in the silence. I placed the Viper casually in the corner on the empty space, like a new trophy, and looked around my "collection". 　　They were all here, secured in their places with a variety of ropes that I had carefully selected. 　　The missing mayor, the woman who was always so well-groomed on TV, was now dressed only in a torn shirt and skirt, bound by rough twine in a team bondage position, her wrists and ankles forced together behind her back, almost touching, forcing her to lift her breasts and tilt her head back, her mouth gagged with a gag ball, and she could only let out a muffled "whimper", her tears splattering her eyes. "Tears marred her delicate makeup. 　　Next to her was the once unbeatable young woman, dressed in an expensive custom-made gown that was now crumpled and stained. She was tightly bound to an old wooden chair by a series of rope loops, the ropes sinking deep into her skin and the fabric of the gown, her breasts and waist were strung out in exaggerated curves, her hands were tied behind the back of the chair in a reverse shear, and the ankles of her feet were tied to each of the chair's legs. She stared at me stubbornly, but deep in her eyes was a fear she couldn't hide. 　　Farther away, the female netizen, known for her hot body, was bound by me with red elastic rope in a complex diamond rope bondage, emphasizing her proud figure. The ropes intertwined a dense grid on her body, focusing on her breasts, waist, and the roots of her thighs, leaving her in an extremely humiliating position that emphasized the curves of her body, secured to a chain dangling down from the ceiling with her toes barely pointing to the ground. She seemed to have given up struggling, her eyes staring vacantly at the ground. 　　There are several other ...... "collectibles" that I have handpicked to "outshine" me in some way. They are all bound in different ways, like a set of twisted and beautiful sculptures, with the common denominator that none of them can escape, and all of them have made me feel some degree of frustration or jealousy, and now they can only be here, to prove my "victory". 　　They were my hard-earned collectibles that I had spent countless days and nights training and playing with, and they were of unrivaled value to me, even more important than my life. 　　And now, there was one more of my precious collectibles. 　　My eyes returned to the unconscious Viper on the floor, and the corners of my mouth quirked up again. These existing "collectibles" were good, but they paled in comparison to the female mercenary who had given me a taste of true defeat. She deserved a more 'special' treat. 　　I kicked her leg, "Wake up, don't play dead." 　　The anesthesia seemed to be wearing off, her eyelids fluttered a few times and slowly opened. At first, they were confused, but almost instantly they regained their clarity and sharpness, and when she realized her situation and felt the omnipresent tightness on her body, those eyes immediately became like poisoned daggers, viciously stabbing at me. 　　"Red Fox ......" her voice was a bit hoarse due to the residual drug and the breathlessness brought about by her posture, but the chill within it had not diminished in the slightest, "You'd better kill me now, or else... ..." 　　"Or else what?" I snorted and interrupted her, crouching down to get a closer look at the anger in her eyes, "What else can you do now? 'Viper'?" I deliberately irritated her with the code word. 　　She tries to struggle, but the tortoise armor restraints and reverse arms keep her upper body immobile, and her tightly bound legs can only wriggle slightly. The ropes made a subtle scraping sound as her muscles tensed, but they didn't budge. She stifled a grunt, obviously realizing the firmness of her bonds. 　　"Don't waste your breath." I slowly and methodically pulled out another coil of thinner, but stronger black rope, "That was just an appetizer, now, let's play something more exciting." 　　I'm going to tie her up in the "Ultimate Four Horseman's Rope". This is one of the most powerful positions for absolute domination, as well as pain and humiliation. 　　I first undid the restraints around her ankles, but kept the white stockings. Then I forcefully folded her legs back and up, forcing her ankles as close to her wrists as possible and her calves to hang high in mid-air. This maneuver stretched the muscles and ligaments in her legs so greatly that even with her flexibility, I heard a suppressed intake of breath from the pain. 　　Next, I grabbed her wrists, which were tied behind her back, and lifted them upward with the same force, putting tremendous pressure on her arms and shoulders. 　　Then came the most crucial step. Using the black rope, I forced her wrists and ankles closer together and connected them. I pulled very tightly, almost to the limit of what her joints could bear. Her body was forced to bend into an extremely tight arch, her entire body weight pressed down on her chest and abdomen, with only her belly and pelvic area slightly off the ground, forming a fragile and painful fulcrum. 　　"Uhhh ......" she finally couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead. The black ropes sank deep into the skin of her wrists and the white socks around her ankles, as if to sever them. The muscles of her entire body, especially her back, buttocks, and legs, were all violently tensed and pancaked due to this extreme position, filled with the beauty of power being forcibly suppressed and twisted. That black combat uniform was stretched to the limit at the moment, more clearly outlining the contours of each of her muscles. 　　She was like a beast that had been forcibly folded up, all of her strength sealed by this delicate and cruel rope structure. She tries to adjust her breathing, but every expansion of her chest is limited by the ropes and the position, bringing more suffocation. 　　I took a few steps back, admiring the body full of power and humiliation, punctuated by black ropes and white cotton socks. She grits her teeth and makes no more sounds, but those eyes remain dead center on me, burning with unyielding fire and biting hatred. 　　"Good," I nodded in satisfaction, stepping aside to grab a glass of water and take a sip, "keep that look, it makes it more interesting." I looked over to the other bound slave girls, who were also looking over, their eyes complex with fear, gloating, and a hare's grimace. 　　"See?" My voice echoed in the silent basement, "This is what happens when you don't listen, or ...... upset me." 　　In the basement, the only sounds left were the Mayor's suppressed whimpers and Viper's heavy, hard breathing. 　　A new game has just begun.

"Boom!" 　　An extremely slight, yet heavenly snapping sound rang out! 　　The strand of rope at the wrist that had been repeatedly frayed finally snapped in response to the sound! 　　Although it was only one of the strands that bound the wrists, the overall structure of the rope knot instantly collapsed! The wrists that had originally been forced together violently gained precious space to move! 　　"Uh......" a suppressed, muffled grunt with relief-like pain spilled out from Viper's throat. The suddenly relaxed shoulder joints and elbows were torn and sore, but what surged in her heart was ecstasy! 　　It had worked! The first step! 　　She wasted no time in celebrating, and immediately used the limited mobility she'd just gained in her wrists to start trying to undo the rest of the restraints. Her fingers were a little stiff and unruly from the prolonged lack of blood and pressure, but with her amazing willpower and knowledge of her body structure, she tenaciously groped and deconstructed the layers of ropes on her body. 　　First, there was the black nylon rope at the connection between the wrist and the ankle. Without the firm tug on the wrist side, the knots on this side, while still tightly choked, were no longer an insurmountable obstacle. She used her fingers to dig and her nails to pinch, loosening the knot little by little. 　　Sweat fell like rain, soaking her whole body. But she persisted, her eyes fierce and focused, like a she-wolf that was licking its wounds and preparing to fight back. 　　The female netherwoman watched her break free little by little, trembling with excitement, but she didn't dare to make any noise, and could only use her eyes to desperately cheer her on. 　　The other female slaves also seemed to see a ray of hope, and a faint light rekindled in their eyes. 　　"Ka la ......" Another soft sound, the rope knot at her ankles was ripped away by her skillful strength! 　　The legs were finally freed from that extreme, agonizing folded state! Although the ropes at the base of her thighs and calves were still tightly bound, being able to straighten her legs was a huge relief to her almost deflated body. She greedily moved her stiff knee and ankle joints, feeling the tingling sensation from the renewed flow of blood. 　　Next came the tortoise bindings on her chest and the main ropes on her back. These ropes were complicated, but with her wrists free it was only a matter of time and patience to untie them. She sat up and began to methodically deal with the ropes on her body. 　　Fingers deftly weaved between the gaps in the ropes, undoing knot after knot that had once symbolized her humiliation and helplessness. The beige hemp ropes were like faded snakeskin, sliding off her body in sections, revealing the skin underneath that was strangled with deep red marks, and had even turned purple in some places. 　　When she finally ripped the last rope from her body and threw it on the cold ground, she couldn't help but tilt her head back and breathe in deep, loud breaths of the foul but free air of the basement. Her chest rose and fell violently, the pair of dark, electrified nipple clamps still hanging from her bare breasts, swaying slightly as she breathed, reminding her of the inhuman torture she had endured not so long ago. 　　She lowered her head and swept her gaze icily over the pair of breast clamps, there was not the slightest fluctuation in her eyes, only a bone-chilling chill. She reached out her hand and without the slightest hesitation, violently ripped them off her chest! 　　"Hiss ......" The sharp stabbing pain made her draw a cold breath, and the buds bitten by the clamps instantly reddened and swelled. But she didn't even frown, as if the pain didn't belong to her. She casually threw the pair of torture devices that brought endless shame to the ground with a crisp metallic clang. 　　Then, her gaze, like the most accurate radar, instantly locked onto the direction of the secret room. The pair of hands that had just broken free from the restraints, still with strangulation marks and blood stains, slowly clenched, knuckles because of the force of the light sound of "click". 　　The time for revenge had come. 　　She stood up, moved her limbs, which were still a bit numb, and felt that her strength was regathering little by little. She didn't look at the expectant gazes in the eyes of the other slave girls, she only had one goal - the hunter next door who thought he was in control of everything, but was defenseless at the moment. 　　She walked with a little hobble, but each step was exceptionally firm, towards the cabinet where Red Fox kept all kinds of tools and instruments of torture. The cabinet door was unlocked, she easily pulled it open, inside a wide range of ropes, clamps, vibrators, feathers, jumping eggs ...... all the "toys" she had personally tasted, now quietly displayed there, glistening with cold luster. 　　The corner of her mouth, hooked up a cold and cruel arc. 　　She reached out her hand and picked up the familiar roll of black nylon rope that had bound her to the point of immobility. Picked up again the pair of electroshock breast clamps that she had just ripped off, still carrying her body heat and blood stains, as well as the small, but hellishly painful control box. 　　Finally, her eyes fell on the pink, vibrator that had forced her to orgasm in her fear of struggling. 　　She picked them up one by one, like a collection of trophies, and like instruments ready for execution. 　　Only after she had done this did she slowly turn around and face the closed, iron door that led to the chamber. Under the dim light, she was naked, with only tattered combat pants underneath, covered in rope marks and sweat and mud, but her eyes were like sheathed blades, full of destructive power. 　　She took a step and wordlessly walked towards that door. Each step was like a countdown to death. 　　On the other side of the door, in the secret room, I was still ignorant of the evil that was about to befall me, the evil that I had planted with my own hands, and I was still in the purgatory of self-bondage, struggling for the few minutes left to free myself. 　　On the screen of the timer lock, the numbers pulsed relentlessly. 　　[00:07:49]

　The netizen seemed to have realized what was happening, and instead of staring blankly, she stared intently at Viper, her eyes burning with a strong desire to live. As Viper began to untie the intricately intertwined red elastic ropes around her body, her body trembled slightly with excitement and anticipation. 　　One by one, the ropes were loosened, and the body that I had manipulated to emphasize the curves of her body was finally able to relax. As the last rope slipped from her, she stumbled a bit, almost unsteady on her feet. "Viper reached out and gave her a hand. 　　The first thing the netizen did after she stabilized herself was to turn to me, she raised her hand and pointed at me, her lips opening and closing silently, and judging by the shape of her mouth, it was clear that "You too have had your day!" 　　Then she turned to Viper, her eyes filled with gratitude and a sense of recognition that she had found a kindred spirit. She whispered something to Viper, which I couldn't hear due to the distance and my choking tinnitus, but I could see Viper nodding slightly. 　　After letting go of the three most important "collectibles", Viper did the same thing with the rest of the slaves in the corners, one by one. Throughout the process, she was silent and efficient, like a ruthless liberation machine. In the basement, the originally dead air was replaced by the slave girls' suppressed sobs, relaxed sighs, and the subtle sounds they made while moving their muscles. 　　They gathered together like a flock of frightened lambs that had finally found their flock, their eyes occasionally darting to my side, exchanging glances and pointing. Those glances were like pins and needles, and I had nowhere to hide. I used to be the queen of this place, the god who controlled their destiny, but at this moment I have become a pitiful creature that they surrounded, despised, and may even come up to step on at any time. 　　Everything that was mine was falling apart. My power, my collection, my dignity ...... and even my right to breathe, are all deprived of this damn rope on my own neck. Endless remorse and despair flooded me like a tidal wave. Why did I bind myself? Why did I put myself into this absolute vulnerability? If it wasn't for this damned, fetish for the ultimate experience, how could I ...... 　　Just as I was drowning in boundless self-loathing and helplessness, my gaze involuntarily went to the timed lock on the wall. 　　[00:03:22]] 　　Three minutes and twenty-two seconds to go! 　　A faint, candle-in-the-wind hope suddenly ignited in my dead heart. 　　In three minutes and twenty-two seconds, the timer lock will open, the length of the collar's rope will increase, and I'll have a chance to reach the stool that's been kicked into the corner! As soon as I stepped on the stool, the fatal connection between my wrists and the collar would be released, and I would have a chance to break free! 　　The instinct to survive overpowers the shame and despair. I have to hang on! Just wait until the timed lock ends! 　　I regathered my almost lax will and focused all my attention on those two black silk paws that were like roasting on coals. Ignoring the aching and trembling that drilled through my heart, the unsettling sensation from the slippery soles of my socks, and the choking searing pain that grew stronger and stronger at the base of my neck. I adjusted my breathing, though each time it was like a knife cut, trying to maintain that precarious tiptoe stance. 　　My eyes were fixed on Viper's back and the slave girls around her. They seemed to be discussing something in low voices, not noticing the tiny flicker of hope on my side for the time being. 　　Faster ...... faster ...... I prayed frantically in my heart, praying that time would pass faster, praying that "Viper" would not think of me so quickly. 　　00:01:15] 　　[00:01:14] 　　It was as if time had slowed down on purpose, and every second felt like a century. My calf muscles were at the breaking point, violent spasms making them shake so much that I could barely maintain the height of my tiptoes. Sweat streamed into my eyes, astringent and painful, but I didn't even dare to blink hard for fear that a tiny imbalance in movement would lead to the end of my previous work. 　　[00:00:30] 　　[00:00:29] 　　Almost there! Almost there! My heart was beating wildly, almost bursting through my chest. My eyes were locked onto the red numbers on the time-lock screen, like a dying man gazing at the only straw that saved his life. 　　00:00:05] 　　[00:00:04] 　　[00:00:03] 　　[00:00:02] 　　[00:00:01] 　　[Click! 　　A crisp, heavenly-like mechanical popping open sound rang out! The screen of the timer lock instantly went dark! 　　Almost at the same instant the sound rang out, I felt the tension at my neck slam loose! The length of the rope has increased! 　　It's now! 　　The power that erupts from the desire to survive is staggering. I couldn't care less about my almost torn calf muscles, and taking advantage of this brief relief of pressure, I used all the strength I had left in my body to violently stagger and struggle to move my bound feet in the direction of the stool in the corner! 　　One step! Two steps! The stockings slipped on the sweaty soles of my feet, and each step was like stepping on the edge of a knife as my body faltered. My eyes were dead set on the stool that was so near yet seemed so far away, and all my intent was focused there. 　　Reach! My toes finally touched the cold legs of the stool! 　　Ecstasy overwhelmed me instantly! Almost by instinct, I twisted my back-bound body and tried to step the paw of one foot onto the surface of the stool! As long as I stepped on it, as long as I stood still, I could release the traction on my wrists, I could breathe, I had a chance ...... 　　Just before my black silk paw was about to fully step on the bench surface, and my whole body weight was about to be supported- 　　A black shadow arrived like a ghost! 　　It was Viper! 　　She had already come to my side without a word, her face was still without any expression, only that pair of ice-cold eyes flashed a hint of cat-and-mouse-like playfulness. 　　Then, under her cold gaze, she lifted her foot and gave a hard kick to the stool that carried all my hopes. 　　"Clang--!" 　　The stool made a piercing sound as it rubbed against the ground, sliding once again to a farther corner, hitting the wall with a muffled thud, and then falling crookedly to the ground. 　　My foot, which had just stepped on the surface of the stool and was not yet weight-bearing, instantly stepped on air! 　　The weight of my entire body once again slammed into the ground unreservedly through my tiptoe, and at the same time, the imbalance of my body brought about by stepping out of the air caused my wrist to pull downward violently! 　　"Ka!" The collar suddenly locked up with a speed more ferocious and desperate than any other time before! 　　"Uh-!!!" 　　An extremely short, horrified muffled grunt that was completely strangled in his throat was followed by absolute, soul-shattering suffocation!

And my feet ...... they are still forced to stand on tiptoe, my whole body's weight and balance relying on the front of those feet wrapped in slippery black silk. But at the moment, my ankles were tightly wrapped and secured with ropes, ensuring that I could not easily change this tiptoe stance. What made my pupils constrict even more was that I noticed that the white cotton rope binding the toes had been untied, leaving the ten toes free to move in what I later realized was not a mercy, but rather an attempt to make the "game" more interesting. 　　"Awake?" "Viper finally spoke, his voice flat but like an ice pick through glass, "Looks like I did a good job of tying you up without suffocating you while you were unconscious. That would have been boring." 　　She leaned down, picked up the pink vibrator on the floor, waved it in front of me, and then casually tossed it aside as if that had done its job. Her gaze, eventually, landed on my black silk paws that were trembling slightly under the weight. 　　"You seem to be 'attached' to your feet, and to these socks." "Viper" spoke slowly, reaching out and gently nudging a finger, through the thin black stocking, on the side of the arch of one of my feet. "And when you're in self-bondage, you don't forget to wear it and tie your toes. Is that to make it more difficult? Or ...... are you yourself enamored of the feeling of being wrapped and bound, yet sensitive and vulnerable?" 　　Her fingertips transmitted a slightly cool touch through the stockings, but it made me feel as if I had been burned by a branding iron, my entire arch instantly tensing up and my toes subconsciously curling up! A kind of trembling mixed with fear and shame ran straight from the soles of my feet to the top of my head! 　　"No ...... don't ......," I begged with difficulty, squeezing out of my throat, my voice hoarse and weak. I knew all too well that the soles of my feet were my Achilles heel, let alone in this defenseless, unbreakable state! 　　"No?" "Viper" repeated my words, the corners of his mouth curling into a cruel arc, "When you tortured the center of my foot with a feather, with a roller, with a toothbrush, I didn't have the right to say 'don't'. " 　　Her fingers began to move. Through the stockings, she ran her fingertips over the center of the ball of one of my feet, extremely slowly, drawing circles. 　　"Mmmm ......!" Even through a layer of stockings, the subtle but constant rubbing sensation made me stiffen! The itching sensation was like a subtle electric current that instantly penetrated the fibers of the stocking and stimulated the sensitive nerve endings in the center of my foot! I couldn't help but let out a suppressed muffled grunt, and my body subconsciously tried to curl up, but it was rigidly held in place by the ropes all over my body, so I could only futilely let my toes wriggle frantically in the stockings. 　　The smooth material of the stockings made this spaced-out stimulation carry a unique, agitating torment. It wasn't violent, but it was pervasive, continually tugging at that ticklish string. 　　"How does it feel through the sock?" "Viper" seemed to enjoy this reaction of mine, as she increased the strength and range of the circles she drew, spreading from the arch of the foot to the forefoot, "I remember when you were, but you loved to play with others through the socks." 　　"Haha ...... no ...... don't ......" broken laughter and pleas began to uncontrollably spilling out. The tickling sensation coming from the center of my foot became clearer and clearer, accompanied by a deep, frantic urge to dodge. I desperately tiptoed around, trying to ease it by adjusting my position, but any tiny movement was accompanied by the threat of the rope loop at my neck and the extreme soreness of my muscles, which in turn made the vulnerability and sensitivity of my feet all the more clear to me. 　　"It seems to be working well." The female chancellor gloated from the sidelines, "Look at her, she's even worse than we were in the first place!" 　　The female mayor also revealed a look of pleasure, while the female netizen stared intently at my feet with a certain strange glint in her eyes. 　　"Viper ignored them, her patience seemed to be very good. She continued to "lynch" the center of my foot with her fingertips through the stocking, sometimes drawing circles, sometimes gently scraping up and down, and sometimes using her nails to scratch more sharply through the fabric. Each variation brought a different itchy experience that I could not defend myself against. 　　My body began to tremble uncontrollably, especially those black silk feet under heavy pressure, writhing and trembling slightly from the constant stimulation and the instinct to try and avoid it, my toes curling and splaying in my stockings, tracing tantalizing and fragile lines. The laughter grew louder and more uncontrollable, and the tears spilled out again. 　　"Haha ...... stop ...... stop ...... stop ...... please ...... " I pleaded incoherently, my dignity lost in the face of the intense physical reaction. 　　"Stop?" "Viper" finally stopped moving through her socks, but her hands didn't leave my feet. "That's just warming up." 　　With that, she reached out and cupped the tip of my left stocking. As I watched in horror, she began to slowly, slowly, tear this soaked black stocking from my foot! 　　The cold air instantly wrapped around the skin of my bare left foot, stirring up a layer of tiny particles. Losing the cover of the stocking, my paw was completely exposed to the dim light, exposed to all of them. The center of my foot was already slightly reddened from the previous stimulation, the skin was delicate, and the arch of my foot was beautifully curved, but it was also an incredibly fragile place. 　　"No ...... don't ......" I wanted to curl my toes in shame, but I couldn't because my ankle was immobilized, so I could only let that naked left foot be presented like a sacrifice to the "Vipers". "Viper". 　　"Beautiful, isn't it?" "Viper commented, in a tone that could not be characterized as happy or angry. Her fingertips, this time, landed directly on the center of my bare left foot without any obstruction! 　　"Yaaaah...!!!" 　　The moment her fingertips touched the softest area of the center of my foot, an extremely sharp, violent, and irresistible itch instantly swept through my entire body like a high-voltage electric current! It was several times more intense than through the stockings! 　　I let out a harsh, twisted scream, and my body bounced upward like a live shrimp thrown into a frying pan! And then pulled back hard by the ropes! The tremendous movement instantly triggered the punishment mechanism of the neck collar, and the choking sensation intertwined with the itch of extinction almost made me faint on the spot! 　　"Haha ...... uhhh ...... ho ho ho ...... stop ...... hahahaha ...... can't take it anymore!!!" I laughed madly, tears rushing out, my body twisting and struggling as violently as the rope would allow, and my right foot, which was standing high on tiptoe, was unable to remain stable due to the extreme irritation of my left foot, and my entire body was shaking. The pain of the strangled neck and the itching sensation in the center of the foot formed a hellish duet! 　　"Unmoved by my violent reaction, Viper's fingers, like the most skillful instruments of torture, began to perform various kinds of "tortures" on the center of my bare left foot. From time to time, she used her nails to quickly tickle the center of the most sensitive part of the foot, from time to time, she used her knuckles to crush the arch of the foot, and from time to time, she used her fingertips to mimic a feather, scratching the area extremely slowly, one at a time. 　　Each technique hit my weak spot with pinpoint accuracy, causing me to laugh hysterically, cry inconsolably, and plead brokenly. The center of my bare left foot quickly became a flushed red, the skin slightly warm from repeated stimulation. 　　Just when I thought my left foot was about to go numb from the endless itching, the "viper" suddenly stopped. 　　I gasped like a dying fish, thinking the torture was finally over. 　　However, she only turned her attention to my right foot, which was still wearing a black stocking. 　　Then, she picked up the massage roller on the floor that ...... I had previously used to tease her, the surface covered with tiny bumps. 　　Seeing that roller, my fear reached its peak! "No...... don't use that...... please...... haha...... don't! ......" I pleaded in vain, my body shaking in anticipation of the pain to come. 　　"Viper paid no attention as she gently pressed the roller to the center of my stocking-clad right foot. 　　Then, it began to roll. 　　"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm-!!!" 　　Unlike the sharp tickling sensation suffered by the bare center of my left foot, what the roller brought through the stocking was a much more solid, widespread tickling with a slight vibration! Countless small bumps crushed through the sole of the stocking, as if there were countless tiny insects crawling at the same time! This itch was deeper and more unbearable! 　　The toes of my right foot spread violently in the stocking, the back of my foot arched, and my entire right foot trembled violently as if electrocuted! I tried to retract my foot, but was immobilized by the ropes, and could only passively endure the rolling, maddening tickling sensation! Laughter and cries became more distorted and saliva spilled uncontrollably from the corners of my mouth. 　　The "viper" rolled the rollers without expression, covering every inch of the center of my right foot. The presence of the stockings didn't diminish the itch much, but rather had a sort of amplifying effect due to the friction. 　　At the moment, one of my feet was naked and subjected to the most direct torture from my fingertips; the other, encased in black silk, was subjected to the relentless crushing of the roller. Two different tickling sensations came from both feet at the same time, like two raging waves, completely drowning me in the purgatory of laughter and the abyss of humiliation. 　　My will completely collapsed under this double itch torture, leaving only my body to instinctively react to the endless torment. My consciousness was blurred, my vision was distorted, and only the clear, hellish itch on the center of my feet and the cold, merciless eyes of the "viper" were deeply engraved in the depths of my soul. 　　She watched as I was reduced to a laughing, pleading shell, and watched my tiptoeing feet, one bare and one in black silk, tremble helplessly under her control, with a mocking look on her face. 　　"This is just the beginning, Red Fox."

　My otherwise stiff body suddenly unraveled like a fully drawn bow, erupting into unprecedented, violent, almost rope-breaking bounces and spasms! The gagged screams broke through the impediments of cotton socks and tape and turned into a twisted, high-pitched, hiss filled with extreme agony! 　　Electricity! It wasn't mere pain! It was a mixture of sharp stabbing pain, bone-deep tingling, intense muscle tremors, and some kind of unspeakable, complex torture that felt as if the soul was being seared! It ran wildly along the nerve endings in my chest and instantly swept through my entire body, pounding my already dying consciousness! 　　My head was thrown back and forward so frantically that my neck seemed ready to snap at any moment. My hands and tiptoe feet were trembling and kicking violently as if they were electrocuted, and the ropes sank deep into my flesh, making shocking red marks. His chest was heaving violently, as if it was going to explode in the next second. Tears, sweat, and drool raged uncontrollably, soaking the skin and ropes on my chest. 　　She pressed for just a second before letting go. 　　The current stopped, but my body's violent reaction didn't immediately subside, still twitching and shaking uncontrollably in the aftermath. I gasped loudly and greedily, like a fish out of water, each breath carrying the trembling of the aftermath and the fear that the robbery had not ended. My eyes were completely disoriented and lost focus, leaving only boundless pain and bewilderment. Those two black clamps were still firmly biting into my chest, like two red-hot irons, lingering with searing pain and a strong sense of presence. 　　"How does it feel?" "Viper's voice was as if from a distant glacier, her thumb still gently rubbing over the button as if savoring my fear. "I told you I'd let you experience all the gears." 　　Hearing her words, a sliver of my remaining consciousness is forced back by fear. I looked toward the control box in her hand, and my body began to shake uncontrollably, in small tremors, a faint but persistent whimper like the wail of a young animal escaping my gagged throat. 　　She gave me no respite. Having admired enough of the deep fear in my eyes, she pressed the button again. This time, for a slightly longer time. 　　"Zip-!" 　　"Oooh uh uh uh ah-!!!" 　　Another violent spasm and hiss! The electric current that lasted longer than a moment ago sent the aching, tingling sensation hitting my nerve endings in waves like a tidal wave! My body twisted frantically as far as the ropes would allow, trying to get away from that horrible torment, but only in vain, subjecting my bound limbs to more pain, and the ropes around my neck tightened as a result, bringing on the double hell of suffocation and electric shocks! 　　She began to extend the duration of the electric shock and quietly turned up the gear. 　　"Zi-!!!" The sound of the electric current became even louder. 　　"Oooo......!!!" My screams became even more mournful, while my body's resistance became somewhat disengaged due to the rapid loss of strength. 　　"Zi-!!!" A higher intensity electric current! 　　"Uhhhhhhhh-!!!" Like a fish thrown into a frying pan, my body violently recoiled and flicked, and all my consciousness was consumed by that extreme pain! Instead of darkness, countless distorted, colorful spots of light erupted before my eyes, and the roar of rushing blood and the zippy sound of electricity filled my ears. 　　She varied the frequency and intensity of the electric shocks, sometimes pressing them in short, continuous bursts, causing me to fall into the abyss again just as soon as I'd caught my breath; sometimes holding them down for a few seconds, letting the horrible aching, numbness, and tingling sensation spread and accumulate inside me like a maggot on a hock, until my whimpers became hoarse and broken, leaving me with only the unconscious twitching and trembling of my body. 　　My body became an instrument playing a symphony of pain under her fingertips, each hum of electricity corresponding to a violent jerk and a twisted wail from me. Sweat fell like rain, pooling into a larger puddle beneath me. My face had long been indistinguishable from sweat or tears, my hair clung messily to the corners of my forehead and cheeks, and my entire being was like a broken doll fished out of the water and repeatedly electrocuted, my dignity swept away and my will on the verge of complete disintegration. 　　In the end, when she let go of the button again, I no longer even had the strength to tremble. I was just paralyzed in the ropes, my chest rising and falling weakly, letting out intermittent, sob-like intakes of breath. The eyes had completely lost their expression, staring vacantly at the ceiling, as if they had given up all resistance, and even the feeling of humiliation had become numb. The pair of electric shock clips on my chest was a hot, constant burning pain and numbness, reminding me of the inhuman torture I had just experienced. 　　"Viper reached out and flicked one of the clips with his finger. 　　The subtle vibration transmitted through the clip to the extremely sensitive, battered tip caused me to jerk like a startled bird, and a faint, frightened, sobbing whimper escaped my throat. 　　"It seems they suit you as well." Her icy words brought a temporary end to the electrocution. 　　But I knew it was far from over. The control box was still in her hands, the pair of clamps still biting into me. As long as she wished, the thunder of hell would descend again at any time, completely shattering my remaining consciousness and dignity into ashes. 　　And at this moment, I don't even have the strength to pray for her to stop. Chapter 17 　　Time seemed to be cut to pieces between each pressure of the rough rope loop around my neck. The aftermath of the last electric shock was still like a million tiny needles jumping through my nerve endings, and the constant, deep, dull searing pain coming from the bite of the pair of pitch-black clamps in my chest was intertwined with a hot numbness that reminded me of the torture I'd just endured as if my soul had been torn apart. 　　The muscles of my entire body, especially the feet that supported all my weight and stood high on the cold ground, had reached their breaking point. The calves were as if filled with lead, and the constant violent trembling had turned into some kind of uncontrollable, almost spasmodic low-frequency vibration. The black stocking that encased the right foot, the sole of which had long been soaked with sweat and stains from the previous struggle, was so wet and slippery that it could barely provide any effective friction. The center of the bare left foot, the sensitive skin that had just been repeatedly ravaged, was exposed to the chilly air, each imperceptible muscle twitch carrying a tearing, aching sensation. 　　"Ho ...... ho ......" Each inhalation was short and difficult, as if through a layer of water-soaked thick cloth, the lungs were not getting enough oxygen, but instead filled with the burning pain and despair brought on by asphyxiation I can't get enough oxygen in my lungs, but instead I'm filled with the burning pain and despair of suffocation. My vision was blurred, and I could only barely see the cold, hard figure of Viper, and the control box in her hand, with its blue light, was like a demon's eye peering into my soul. 　　She didn't immediately proceed to the next round of torture, but rather enjoyed the process of her prey slowly losing temperature in fear, like a top predator. Her gaze, once again, fell on my black silk and bare intertwined feet, taut and trembling from extreme tiptoeing, then, slowly moving upward, swept over my chest, forced up and hanging from the pair of humiliating electric shock clips, and, finally, locked eyes with me. 　　There was no pleasure, no anger in those eyes, only an absolute, icy mastery, as if examining the last limits of an object's pressure. 　　She shook the control box in her hand, and the faint sound of electric current seemed to have exploded in my head in advance, causing me to reflexively tremble, and the rope around my neck immediately tightened, exchanging for a dizzying suffocation. 　　"Oooo......" I let out a weak, sobbing wail, shaking my head desperately, tears mixing with the sweat stains on my face to leave an icy trail. 　　But she clearly wasn't going to just repeat the electric shock. Her eyes, cast to the intricate structure of ropes connecting the coil behind my neck to my wrists, and then to my tiptoeing feet, an even more sophisticated and brutal thought clearly taking shape in her mind. 　　She turned, and went once more to the tool cabinet, from which she took a coil of thinner, insulated wire, and several small, metal contacts with spring-loaded sensing devices. With these in hand, she rejoined me and began to busy herself with the ropes behind my back and around my ankles. 　　I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but the fear of the unknown, like waiting for the other boot to hit the ground, was almost driving me crazy. I could feel the cool metal contacts being skillfully secured to the main rope that connected my wrists to the collar, and to the inside of the rope that bound my ankles. Thin wires slithered like vipers and, eventually, connected to the same electro-shock control box she held in her hand. 　　She was modifying the device! She was going to bind the electric shock more directly and ruthlessly to my struggles, to my precarious tiptoe stance! 　　"No...... no......" I screamed frantically in my mind, my gagged mouth only able to emit an even more desperate "Whimper! " sound. My body began to tremble violently in anticipation of the impending punishment that had nowhere to go, and my tiptoeing feet slipped between the black silk and the ground, nearly losing my balance. 　　"Done." "Viper's" voice held a hint of almost technical calm. She stepped back and examined her work. "Now, a slight modification to the rules." She held up the control box, her thumb resting lightly on the button but not pressing it. 　　"As long as you tiptoe dutifully, as you are now, and maintain this height," her gaze was like an ice pick, piercing my trembling legs, "the current will not kick in." 　　She paused, and then, in a tone as cold as the Siberian wind, "But as long as your foot, even just your heel, is lowered slightly by one centimeter ...... these inductive contacts will turn on the circuit."