Wanderer in Another World (Metal Shackles)

"Anyone?" 　　No one answered in the store. An uncanny urge drove her to reach out her hand, her fingertips just touching the cold metal - 　　The collar suddenly unfolded of its own accord, looped around her neck with incredible speed, and closed with a click. 　　Lin Shuyan touched her neck in horror, the metal felt as warm as her skin, but it was exceptionally strong. She pulled with all her might, but it didn't budge. Running in front of the store's floor-to-ceiling mirror, she saw that the collar fit her neckline perfectly, and the light sapphires were brightening and darkening regularly, just like breathing. 　　"Do not attempt violent disassembly." A mechanical, gentle female voice sounded directly in her head. 　　"Who? What is it?" Lin Shuyan's voice was slightly shaky. 　　"Awareness loading... Welcome wearer 'Lin Shuyan' to bind the 'Unfinished Ring'. This system is designed to explore the dialectic between bondage and freedom of life forms." 　　Her mirror self blanched. Although the collar was beautiful, it made her feel inexplicably suffocated. 　　"Explain! How do I take it off?" 　　"Current wearer: basic neck collar (0/6). To unlock it, you need to collect six core restraints in six different worlds: chastity belt, chastity bra, leg cuffs, arm cuffs, leg shackles, handcuffs, and return to the real world after you get them and wear them correctly. Once worn, the core restraints cannot be removed on their own." 　　Lin Shuyan almost laughed out loud, "This is impossible! Why would I do such a thing?" 　　"Life countdown: 72 hours. If the first world quest is not started before the countdown ends, the neck ring will initiate a permanent locking program and release the nerve inhibiting toxin." 　　The collar in the mirror suddenly projected a pale blue holographic interface with a countdown of 71:59:32 pulsing relentlessly. Her heartbeat almost drowned out the sound of the store's ancient desk clock. 　　"Six worlds are ready: urban maze, campus forbidden zone, wilderness desperation, dynasty darkness, metaphysical trial, and jianghu prisoner's path. Each shuttle will be randomly assigned auxiliary restraints, including but not limited to neck shackles, leg-splitting poles, gag balls, blindfolds, and chained tortoise armor bondage rope suits to enhance scene adaptation and subject immersion." 　　Lin Shuyan's fingers pinched deep into her palm. It wasn't a dream, the pain was too real.

The darkness receded slowly like a tidal wave, and the first thing to return was hearing. 　　The faint sound of traffic in the distance, the hurried footsteps of pedestrians close by, and the whine of ...... the wind blowing through the cracks of tall buildings. The nostrils were filled with odors peculiar to the city - the faint astringency of car exhaust, the burnt aroma wafting out of a coffee shop, and the smell of some kind of cold metal mixed with dust. 　　Lin Shuyan moved. The feeling of light metal restraining her wrists was immediately clear, and her hands were cuffed behind her back, restricting her balance. The darkness in front of her was not total blackness, but a hazy isolation with a faint sense of translucency brought about by the leather blindfold. She was sitting on the ground, her back against something cold and hard, probably the facade of a building. 　　"System?" She called out mentally, tentatively. 　　There was no response. Only the regular and slight pulsating brightness of the collar around her neck, the subtle warmth and vibration through her skin, proved that it had not been an illusion. 　　She forced herself to calm down. She couldn't panic. This was the "Urban Maze", and the mission was to find the "Chastity Belt in the City", with a time limit of seventy-two hours. The blindfold and handcuffs are "auxiliary restraints." ...... What is the purpose? What is the purpose? To enhance the adaptability of the scenario? The subject is "the paradoxical unity of private confinement and public identity." ...... 　　She took a deep breath. First, it was necessary to understand the environment and get out of the current passive state. 　　She listened. About twenty meters to her right, there was a regular ticking sound, like a traffic light. To her left, there was faint music and the sound of glass doors opening and closing, probably a store. The texture of the building behind her ...... was rough concrete or stone. She tried to feel around with her wrists, but the length of the cuff chains allowed only extremely limited movement. 　　It was necessary to stand up. 　　Adjusting her center of gravity, she pressed her shoulders against the wall, her knees curling laboriously as she scuffed a little against the rough surface and moved upward. The blindfold deprived her of vision, making the simple movement incredibly difficult and fraught with anxiety. Several times she nearly lost her balance and fell, the handcuffs preventing her from using her hands for support. Finally, she leaned her back against the wall and barely stood. A fine sweat had broken out on her forehead, and her heart was beating heavily in her chest. 　　Next step, must see. Eyepatch ...... 　　She tried to rub her shoulder against it, or rub her head against the wall, but the blindfold seemed to fit exceptionally well, the material was flexible, and the straps were tied behind her head, making it impossible for her to reach it in her current handcuffed position. The system said "cannot be disarmed on its own", and it really did include these auxiliary equipment. 　　Just then, a series of light footsteps came from far and near, stopping not far in front of her. 　　"Aiya, this look ...... performance art? Or is it the new immersive theater?" A young male's voice, with curiosity and a bit of teasing. 　　Lin Shuyan's body stiffened. A public place. She was now part of the "public", but with such "private" and unusual restrictions. Has the subject already begun? 　　"May I help you, sister?" Another voice, more subdued, said, "You seem to be having trouble with your hands?" 　　Lin Shuyan opened her mouth, but found her throat dry. To say what? Saying that she was tied up by a mysterious collar system to fulfill a mission? Her mind spun rapidly. The system didn't prohibit the disclosure of information, but it was clearly unwise. 　　"I ......" she cleared her throat, trying to sound calm, even with a hint of deliberate embarrassment, "Yes, it's not very convenient. I lost a bet ...... with a friend. The punishment was to wear these for a day in the city." She concocted an excuse that barely made sense, with a hint of youthful hijinks, "The blindfolds were part of the bet, and you can't take them off until it's time." 　　"Wow, that's quite a game." The first male voice laughed, "What kind of bet is that? But your handcuffs look pretty real ...... Need help finding the key? Or contact your friends?" 　　"No need!" Lin Shuyan said hurriedly, her tone immediately slowed down again, "Thank you. The bet stipulates that it must be done independently ...... The key is in my own bag, but I can ...... t get it now." She deliberately blurred the details. 　　"That's ...... so," the second voice seemed to ponder for a moment, "Then it's not a good idea for you to stand here. There's a convenience store around the corner up ahead, and there's a bench in front for people to rest on, which is better than sitting on the ground. Want us to help you over?" 　　Help? Or a potential threat? Lin Shuyan couldn't tell. The eyepatch deprived her of the ability to detect words and colors. But it was clearly more dangerous to remain where she was. 　　"...... Thank you, please." She whispered. 　　A pair of strong hands held her arm in a fairly polite gesture. She was guided slowly forward. The feeling of losing her vision, of stepping into the unknown with every step, of being infinitely dependent on the person holding her up, was extremely uncomfortable, yet she had to endure it. 　　A few dozen short meters seemed like a long walk. She was placed on a somewhat cold metal bench.

　　Small, tiny steps moved forward. The clattering of the shackles stung in the silence. After about five or six steps, her shin slammed into something hard, causing her to grunt in pain, her voice muffled into a muffled whimper by her mouthpiece. Was it a table? A cabinet? She froze in place, waiting for the pain to subside, then carefully turned and touched the obstacle with the side of her body-the outside of her cuffed arms, her waist and hips. It was smooth, hard, with regular edges, and about waist-high. It was a table. 　　She moves slowly against the edge of the table, her cheeks, her shoulders, her bound arms, becoming her "eyes". The table is covered with some sort of slightly textured fabric. She bends down (a movement made especially difficult by the restraints and shackles on her back) and touches the tabletop with her cheek and chin. 　　There was paper, smooth to the touch; a cold, heavy object with curved lines and a rotary dial - an old dial telephone; several mugs of different materials and heights, ceramic cold, glass smooth; a heavy book, the pages of which were tactile ...... but seemed somehow The bumps on the pages are not words, but ...... dots? like Braille, but the glue dots seem rough and irregular; and scattered, tiny, hard objects that could be chess pieces or blocks. 　　Time passed silently in the darkness, and every second seemed long. Anxiety began to grow, but she forced it down, focusing her full attention on the limited sensory input. 　　Sound cues? She remembered Mrs. Black Spider saying "clues". She moved to the phone and tried to hook the dial with the slightly protruding edge on the front of her mouthpiece. The first attempt failed, and the metal edge slipped away. She adjusted the angle, gently bit down on the mouthpiece with her teeth, and tried again, utilizing a slight rotation of her head and neck. This time, the dial was moved, with a soft click and a characteristic buzz as it sprang back. She memorized the sensation. 　　What about the handset? She lowered her head and ran her cheek and chin over the desktop, finally touching the telephone handset lying on its side. She turned her head sideways and, holding the receiver between her shoulder and cheek, awkwardly moved it to her ear. There was no dial tone, only silence. But when she again struggled with the mouthpiece, dialing the number pad one digit at a time (she tried random numbers like "1," "9," and "3" in widely varying positions), a different tone came out of the receiver. A different, prerecorded, monotonous electronic tone came through the handset, accompanied by vague phrases - "Listen to the echoes of order," "Reverse the light." ...... This required recording, analyzing, and associating. She could only use her brain to memorize it the hard way. 　　Tactile clues? She turned to the Braille book. Pressing her cheek against the page, she felt the raised glue dots. It wasn't standard Braille, but there seemed to be a pattern to the arrangement, like a simple dot-matrix code (e.g., three dots in a row, probably representing the number three). She needs to "read" the book, rubbing her cheek over the pages, memorizing the pattern of dots on each page, and then translating them into numbers. Drool drips uncontrollably, wetting the pages and making them sticky to the touch, but she doesn't care. 　　A chance discovery? As she tried to explore the underside of the table with her cuffed feet, the shackles accidentally touched a taller glass by the table leg. The glass shook and fell over. There was the sound of liquid being spilled, followed by the subtle sound of liquid running across the table. Then she smelled a faint chemical odor. There seemed to be a very slight hissing sound from the part of the tabletop where the liquid had flowed, and then, as she inadvertently brushed her cheek against the wet area again, she felt the tactile sensation of the tabletop's coating change, with the appearance of faint bumps and dents - hidden patterns or numbers! patterns or numbers! It needed light or a special solution to reveal it, and some solvent in the cup had accidentally activated it. 　　The mind burns in a state of extreme limitation. Physical embarrassment was temporarily forgotten: sweat had already soaked her back and forehead hair against her skin; saliva had accumulated in her mouth and was running down the corners of her mouth, which could not be closed, leaving wet and sticky traces on her chin and neck; the edges of the armcuffs and handcuffs were deep in her skin, causing constant dull pain and numbness; her ankles were burning from the rubbing of the ankle irons. Humiliation, agony, and oxygen-deprived anxiety were like a tidal wave that washed over her will. 　　But she clung to the only driftwood of "solving the puzzle". All the fragments captured by her senses - sound cues, patterns of dots, chemical manifestations, and even the placement of objects - collided, spliced, and tried and tested in her mind.

　　The door opened and two gangly figures appeared in the doorway. They stepped in, without speaking, and began to sharply remove the restraints from her body. The shackles were opened, and the heavy burden disappeared; the locks of the arm cuffs were unlocked, and the arms were finally released from their twisted posture behind her back, stiff and sore as if they weren't her own; the locks at the back of her head were pressed down, and the gag was taken out, bringing out the adhering silver wires, and the joints of the jaws were sore and the mouth was dry and numb ...... 　　Tears of relief instantly surged forth, squeezing out of her blindfold and rolling down her dirty, sweaty, tear-stained cheeks. All the while greedily, gulping for air that was no longer obstructed. 　　Her body seemed to be falling apart, every place where she had been bound was on fire, aching and screaming for freedom. But the handcuffs, the original handcuffs, were still locked coldly around her wrists. The symbolic bondage remained. 　　She sat on the floor, gasping for breath, tears mingling with sweat and other bodily fluids in a state of disarray. But after the blur of tears, her eyes focused on the figure of the Black Spider Lady, who seemed to be approaching in the backlight of the doorway, and on the cold, tiny metal key in her lap. This hurdle, she had broken through. In the most humiliating way, she had proved that under the deepest "restrictions", her mind and will could still find a way out of the situation. And will this key unlock the next, even more inexplicable journey? The jewel in the collar around her neck still flickers silently, recording the frequency of her heartbeat and the deepening bonds in this urban maze. 　　Mrs. Black Spider stood in the doorway, holding the "Shackle of Tranquility" in her hand, looking at her battered but stubborn face with a mixture of admiration and a deeper interest in her eyes. 　　"You win. The bet stands." She walked over to Lin Shuyan, not handing her the "Tranquility Shackle" directly, but scrutinizing her, "According to the agreement, it's yours. However, wearing it requires a bit of skill, especially when binding the bio-information." She signaled her men to bring Lin Shuyan to a nearby chair covered in black leather and sat down. 　　"I'll ...... myself," Lin Shuyan tried to struggle. 　　"Don't move." Lady Black Spider's hand pressed on her shoulder, not too strong but irresistible, "Can you complete the precision fitting and bio-scanning by yourself in your current state? Don't worry, I'll personally help you. This is the Winners' ...... after-sales service." 　　Lin Shuyan's body stiffened as she watched Mrs. Black Spider approach with the cold, matte "Serenity Shackle". The belt was unfolded and wrapped around her waist, pressing against her skin. The metal parts made a soft noise and adjusted themselves, and the silicone lining of the harness was soft but tight against her hipbones and lower abdomen. The locking mechanism in the center, just below her navel, shimmered with the light of a to-be-activated device. 　　"Biometric binding in progress." Mrs. Black Spider manipulated her fingertips on an almost invisible sensory area on the side of the locking device, and Lin Shuyan felt the girdle around her waist tighten slightly, and a subtle electric current swept across her skin, like a scan. "There, the binding is complete. It's yours now, Lin Shuyan. Unless the 'Calm Threshold' is reached, or it is removed by a high-level authority such as myself, it will remain with you to help 'quiet' you." Her voice carried a hint of mockery if nothing else. 　　The wearing was complete. The cold metal belt fit tightly and had a strong presence. Lin Shuyan was just about to let out a sigh of relief when she saw Mrs. Black Spider pick up two more items from a velvet tray held by another assistant - a dildo with an obviously high-class texture, and an equally small, streamlined, cone-shaped anal plug with a locking clasp at the end. Both were smooth, with a similar matte metallic color. 　　"As an additional reward for your outstanding performance ......," Mrs. Black Spider leaned over and whispered in Lin Shuyan's ear, her breath blowing against her ear, "and to make your 'subject experience ' more complete. The 'Serenity Yoke' locks down anxiety and restlessness, so wouldn't it be better to let the rest of your body 'calm down' as well? They will help you ...... focus more on your inner explorations." 　　"No ...... wait!" Lin Shuyan struggled violently, but was held down by the gang behind her. 　　Lady Black Spider's movements were fast and precise, with an unquestioning, ritualistic indifference. Amidst Lin Shuyan's muffled grunts of humiliation and trembling, two cold foreign objects were forcibly inserted into the most intimate parts of her body. A slight buzzing sound immediately emanated from inside her body, accompanied by an unspeakable, forced sensual stimulation. The locking clasp at the end of the anal plug clicked into place, locking into place with a hidden connector at the back of the Serenity Shackle belt, becoming part of the overall bondage system. 　　"There, that's perfect." Mrs. Black Spider took a step back and admired her "work" - Lin Shuyan, who was wearing a blindfold, handcuffed behind her back, a collar, a metal chastity belt, and additional "props" inside her body, was sitting on the black leather seat of the "Serenity Shackle". Lin Shuyan, sitting in the black leather chair, her face flushed with struggle and indignation, her body trembling slightly from the constant and annoying vibrations and sensations of fullness coming from within her body. 　　"Now, you may go. The 'Ring of Unfinished Business' should have recognized your acquisition of this binding device." Lady Black Spider waved her hand, and one of the helpers pulled Lin Shuyan up in a not-so-gentle motion. "I look forward to your performance in other worlds. Perhaps ...... we will meet again." 　　Lin Shuyan was half-pushed, half-sent away from the warehouse and thrown back into the dimly lit alley. The iron door closed behind her, cutting off the dangerous woman's sight. She leaned against the cold wall, panting sharply. The collar jewel around her neck brightened and flashed with a frequency that returned to normal, and the system's beep sounded in her head: 　　"The subject prop 'Chastity Belt (Serenity Shackle) in the City' has been acquired and worn. The auxiliary restraints 'Lightweight Handcuffs', 'Blindfold', and 'Extra Attachment' will remain in effect until the end of this world's mission. Mission completion assessment in progress......72 hour countdown suspended. Return to transit space imminent." 　　The scenery around them began to blur and melt. The feeling of being bound to the body, the feeling of a foreign object inside the body, and the feeling of cold tightness around the waist were still clear and unmistakable. At the moment before her consciousness was withdrawn, Lin Shuyan painstakingly lowered her head and looked at the matte metal belt that shimmered at her waist, feeling the immensely humiliating yet impossible to get rid of "calm" restriction brought by it and the objects inside her body. 　　The blue light was once again enveloping, the alley, the city, and the night were all far away. 　　But the cold, playful smile of "Mrs. Black Spider" and the multiple, deep sensations of "bondage" on her body remained as a brand on her memory and skin. The first world was over, but the heaviness and complexity of the subject had just revealed the tip of the iceberg.

　　She looked around and finally chose a shady spot under a thick banyan tree. It was soft enough to sit on, with a thick pile of dry leaves underneath. She leaned her back against the rough trunk and sat down slowly. The simple act was made difficult by the yoke and ankle cuffs, and she had to adjust her weight carefully to avoid tripping over the yoke or letting the iron balls hit her feet. 　　Finally seated, she let out a long breath. Exhaustion swept over her, not only physically, but mentally after days of strain. 　　Safe, for now. All that remained was to wait. 　　She lifted her shackled hands and stroked them clumsily over her ankles. Through the leather boots, she could feel the hard, cold contours of the metal. Moving her fingers along the edge of the ring, she could feel it fit snugly around the curve of her ankle. Then her fingers touched the short length of thick chain and the heavy, unmoving ball of iron at the end of it. 　　The cool touch came from her fingertips. 　　Her cheeks began to burn uncontrollably again. 　　I ...... I can't believe I actually volunteered for this ...... 　　The thought crashed clearly into her mind once again, bringing on a violent wave of shame. It was as if she was back in front of the cabin, standing in front of that silent man, her cheeks rolling, her voice as thin as a gnat, uttering the words that made herself incredulous: "I'd like to ask you ...... to help me put it on again." 　　Then, it was the cold touch of the metal ring on the ankle, the crisp "click" of the latch when it closed, and the dull weight of the iron ball when it fell to the ground ....... 　　Active. She had asked for this. It was not the system's task, not the coercion of Mrs. Black Spider, not the threat of the boys, it was herself, in a state of wakefulness, to a man who was almost a stranger, who took the initiative to request to be put on this pair of instruments of torture, which symbolized absolute bondage and humiliation. 　　Why? 　　Was it really just for the possible "reward"? This excuse seemed so pale in the solitude of meditation. 　　Fingers unconsciously rubbed against the cold ring of the cuffs. The shame was still there, like a background noise, a constant whisper. But on top of this shame, there seems ...... to be something else mixed in. 　　A strange, sinking sense of solidity. 　　These ankle cuffs, heavier and more thoroughly restricted than the system s leg cuffs. The drag and fall of the iron ball was so real, so impossible to ignore. It is not an invisible threat like a collar, nor is it a private control like a corset. It is naked, external, physical and absolute. Wearing it means giving up the possibility of moving quickly, steering nimbly, or even walking normally. 　　But it is precisely this "absolute" that brings a kind of distorted peace of mind. Because the choice has been made, the consequences have been borne, and there is no need to struggle, no need to weigh. All that remains is to bear it. 　　However, when she recalled the man squatting down and fastening the lock for her, that focused and calm look; recalled the cold moment of the metal against her skin; and even recalled that when she said her request, that mixture of great shame and a certain kind of breakthrough pleasure ...... there was indeed a small place in the bottom of her heart that seemed to have been gently tickled by a feather, and a faint, faint, faint feeling of relief was felt. There was indeed a small part of my heart that felt like it had been gently tickled by a feather, causing a faint, strange ripple. 　　It's not pleasure, it's not enjoyment. It's more like a feeling of validation. 　　Being confirmed by this torture instrument that she was "special", that she was "different", and that these absurd and bizarre encounters she had experienced were "real". It is also as if, for the first time after all the forced bondage that ...... had experienced, she participated in this game of "bondage" of her own free will. Even if it was just a small, insignificant step, it made her feel that she was no longer a pure, helpless "victim" or "experiment". 　　The sensations brought about by this realization are complex and difficult to understand. Shyness, embarrassment, and self-doubt, intertwined with a little twisted sense of control and strange satisfaction, burned her mind and senses like a glass of complex liquor. 　　She lowered her head and pressed her burning cheek to the cold neck yoke. Her eyes fell on the two rings of metal cuff rings around her ankles. 　　"What the ...... hell is wrong with me?" She asked herself softly, her voice drifting off into the jungle breeze. 　　There was no answer. Only the regular glow of the jewels in the collar around her neck and the silent, solid weight of the iron ball at her feet kept her company. 　　Time passed slowly in the silence and inner turmoil. The sunlight moved through the gaps in the leaves, and shadows and light shifted silently on the ground. In the distance came the occasional chirping of seabirds and the rustle of wind-blown leaves. 　　Lin Shuyan sat like that, sometimes stroking the cuff rings on her feet, sometimes staring blankly, sometimes recalling everything on the deserted island in the past two or three days - from the initial panic to survive, to searching for the cabin, being chased by wild beasts, meeting a mysterious man, wearing the first real sense of restriction of movement restraints leg cuffs, and then to the shameful and humiliating experience just now, which she had to face. ...... just now that shameful but with a hint of weird excitement initiative request. 　　Unconsciously, the countdown on the collar went to the last few minutes. 　　"Task 'Wilderness Desperation' completed. Core restraint 'Leg Cuffs' wear record has been loaded. Current progress: 3/6. Additional wearing of restraints detected: weighted leg cuffs (bipedal). Meet the conditions for redemption." 　　"Transmission ready to initiate. Countdown: 10, 9, 8......" 　　Lin Shuyan's heart lifted. It was time to go back. Could this pair of ankle cuffs ...... really be exchanged for a reward?

　　Lin Shuyan's prison van was purposely placed at the front of the line. 　　"Let all the people of the city see what happens when you commit treason and rebellion." The officer rode on his horse and ordered in a loud voice, "Parade the streets as a warning to others!" 　　The prisoner's cart was at the front of the procession, except for the two horsemen who opened the way. The chains and cuffs on her body were invisible in the sunlight, dark and cold, forming a strange and blinding contrast with her muddy, wet and close-fitting dress. The hem of her skirt and the lower edge of her cloak were still dripping with mud, her embroidered shoes had long since lost their original color, and her white socks were filthy. Hair disheveled, stained with grass clippings and mud points, face is also stained, only a pair of eyes, in the dirt looks particularly dark, but empty looking ahead. 　　She was carried by a prison cart, her arms were deadlocked behind her by heavy arm cuffs, pulling the chains all over her body, displaying them in all directions to the uncountable number of people densely packed on the street. 　　Both sides of the street had already been crowded with people who had been driven out to "watch the execution". Men and women, young and old, traders and pawns, all of them stretched out their necks and focused their gazes on the young woman who was wrapped in heavy chains and in a terrible state of disarray, but could not hide her special color. 　　Shame, like a red-hot iron, burned fiercely on every inch of her skin. 　　She could feel countless gazes, piercing her like needles. There was curiosity, consternation, contempt, fear, numbness, and hidden excitement in those gazes....... She had never been so nakedly exposed to so many people's gaze, and in such an unpleasant, sinful prisoner's appearance. The wet clothes clung to her body, clearly outlining the lines of her chains and the outline of her corset, the rigidity of her bondage. Mud covered her dress, shoes and socks, making her look dirty and lowly. She wanted to die or disappear where she was. 　　Fear followed, gripping her heart. 　　Would these people throw rotten leaves at her? Would they spit? Will they insult her? And after the parade? Will she be interrogated in a court of law? Torture? Or ...... straight to the execution ground? She posed as a rebel felon! Ancient Punishment ...... She dared not think any further, her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her teeth clacked. 　　Confusion, like a thick fog filled. 　　How should she live? How to escape? 　　And yet, at the bottom of this shame, fear, and confusion, which almost overwhelmed her, an exceedingly faint, ineffable, and even appalling agitation to herself, flickered ghostly as a phosphorescent flame in an abyss. 　　This excitement stemmed from a darker, more intimate inner desire. 　　The stares, the outcry, the parade of ceremonies ...... all of which were clearly and openly "confirming" her identity at this moment - "He Jin", "He Jin", "He Jin", "He Jin", "He Jin", "He Jin", "He Jin", "He Jin", "He Jin", "He Jin" and "He Jin". "He Jin", an important prisoner confined by heavy chains. 　　These cold and heavy chains, arm cuffs, leg cuffs, and leg-splitting rods ...... on her body, which used to bring endless pain and inconvenience, are no longer just instruments of torture for her in full view of the public, but have become the most intuitive and irrefutable proof of this "identity". Instead, they became the most visual and irrefutable proof of this "identity". They completely distinguish her from all the "free" people around her, marking her as a special "object" that is completely controlled by power and rules. 　　This feeling of being completely "marked" and "displayed", mixed with great shame and fear, actually created a twisted, almost self-destructive relief in the very depths of her heart. Because there is no need to disguise, no need to struggle, the identity has already been "situated", the situation has already been "fixed". It was like a hanging sword had finally fallen, bringing destruction, but also ending the torment of waiting. 　　Her cheeks burned, her body trembled, and although she was unable to move, she could only stare at the smooth, damp, green stone pavement that had been trodden on by countless people. The clash of metal, the whispers of the people, the shouts of the officers and soldiers, and her own pounding heartbeat and heavy panting ...... intertwined into a blurred and noisy background sound. 　　The sun shone briefly on her through the clouds, illuminating the condensation on her wet hair, the cold reflection on her chains, and also the complicated and unclear tears in her eyes that were a mixture of despair, shame, fear, and a hint of strange throbbing. 　　She paraded slowly and shamefully through the streets of the old city like a sacrifice dressed in chains and mud. 　　The shame and torment of the parade finally came to an end after crossing the long main street. At this time, Lin Shuyan was like a shell that had been emptied of its soul. The chains, arm cuffs, leg cuffs, and leg-splitting poles on her body, each of which had been burned by countless eyes during the "public demonstration" just now, were even heavier and more humiliating at this moment. Wet and cold clothing clung to the skin, and the mud gradually dried up and became crusty over the bumps, bringing a rough friction and a deeper chill. 　　The escorting party did not stay in the city for long, seemingly eager to take the "important criminals" to a higher level of government. The gates of the city slowly closed behind them, shutting out those who were either numb or curious. The procession resumed its journey on the slightly deserted official road, lined with empty fields after the harvest and rolling hills in the distance. The sky was still overcast, and the autumn wind was sluggish.

　　She has to walk, live and prepare for her defense in these "instruments of torture". The biggest problem is that she has lost her most important balance aid - her free arms. 　　Although the cuffs have been lifted, the muscle memory and joint stiffness from being handcuffed behind her back for so long have not immediately disappeared. More importantly, she now has no arms that can be readily opened to adjust her center of gravity and prevent her from falling. Her arms can only hang relatively naturally at her side, or make extremely limited, tiny swings, and there is no way for her to provide effective support or swing to regain her balance at the moment of imbalance. 　　And the leg cuffs, which restrict the range of movement of her thighs to a maximum of five centimeters, mean that she is unable to take a large step to stabilize herself in case she is about to topple over. 　　Try standing again. 　　She braced her hands on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, shifted her center of gravity forward and tried to stand on her feet. 　　The moment her feet hit the ground, the twelve-centimeter heels caused her body to fall forward involuntarily! The muscles in her calves suddenly tightened like iron, and her ankles felt sore from the strain. She panicked and tried to open her arms, but their response was sluggish and feeble, and only drove her shoulders to shrug slightly in vain. She could only desperately tighten her waist and abdominal core, leaning her neck back, her whole body was like a string that had been pulled too tightly, frozen on the edge of collapse. 　　The annoying tremor inside her body seemed to sense her tension and imbalance, and abruptly intensified into a more intrusive tingling sensation that ran up her spine, distracting her instantly. 　　"Uhh!" She stifled a grunt, her hard-to-stabilize form swaying once more. 　　Not daring to delay any longer, she moved in this comical and extremely nervous manner, holding onto the edge of the bed, the wall, the corner of the table, and like a child learning to walk, she moved extremely slowly, inch by inch, toward the center of the room. Each step was accompanied by a difficult shift of the center of gravity, a trembling of the legs, and an inescapable "background noise" in the body. 　　The first fall came unexpectedly. 　　It was just trying to walk from the bed to the desk, a distance of less than three meters. Just as she was about to reach the edge of the desk, the heel of her left shoe seemed to run over a small hard object that she hadn't noticed before, and her thin heel slipped! 　　"Ah...!" The shocked cry of losing balance stuck in her throat. 　　There were no arms to wave to cushion her, no thighs to stride out and hold on. Like a plaster statue whose base had been suddenly removed, she fell straight, with the awkwardness of high heels, to her left side! 　　"Bang!" 　　First came the muffled thud of the hip and the sharp pain. Her tailbone hit the hard, cold wooden floor, and the momentary impact made her black out. But it was followed by an even more horrific and intimate chain reaction- 　　The force of the impact on her hips had traveled through her pelvis to the chastity belt that was tightly bound to her crotch. The strong metal frame of the strap-on gave way to the force of the impact, pushing the anal plug, already deep in her posterior, even deeper with an irresistible, brutal force! 　　"Uhh...!" An indescribable mix of dull pain, bloating, and a strong sense of foreign intrusion, mixed with the pain of the impact, exploded from the depths of the belly. It was not a sharp tearing sensation, but a heavy, suffocating pain of being forcibly opened up and filled, making her instantly curl up, her legs subconsciously trying to close against it. 　　Almost at the same moment, the dildo assembly inside her body, as if "activated" by the violent impact and the pressure changes inside her body, suddenly changed its vibration pattern! Instead of the previous irregular buzzing or pulsing, it became a high-frequency, intense, almost violent, continuous vibration! The intensity was far greater than anything she had ever experienced before, stirring frantically in the deepest recesses of her body, no longer a hidden nuisance, but a clear and unmistakable spasm of intense physical stimulation and great shame! 　　"No ...... stop ...... ah ......" Lin Shuyan collapsed on the floor, her body bouncing, curling and twisting uncontrollably, trying to escape from the double action. twisting and writhing, trying to escape from this double-overlapping, horrific assault from within her own body. Tears welled up in her eyes and a broken whimper escaped her throat. The pain of her buttocks hitting the ground, the discomfort of the anal plug being pushed deeper, the intense physical reaction to the violent vibrations of the dildo all mixed together to throw her into a purgatory of sheer agony and uncontrolled pleasure. 　　Frantic resistance. 　　In the midst of the extreme pain and humiliation, the remaining sanity collapsed. She forgot the warnings of the system, the cost of the transaction. She had only one thought - get rid of these things! Rip this fucking chastity belt off! Get this crazy vibrating thing out of here! 　　She struggled to her side, and with her barely mobile hands, she frantically clawed and tore at the chastity belt tightly around her waist and crotch. Her fingernails made an ear-splitting sound as they scratched against the cold metal buckle and the tough leather. She pulled on the buckle with all her might, even though she knew it was useless, and even kicked at it with her heels. 　　But it was all in vain. The buckle of the chastity belt did not budge, the metal construction being hopelessly strong. Her frantic struggles, however, as her body writhed and her muscles tightened, further compressed and stimulated the components inside her body, making the violent vibrations seem to climb to a new peak of intensity, pulling the anal plug even deeper, bringing on a cascade of pain and swelling mixed with a strange tingling sensation that made her almost faint. 　　"Ahh..! Let go! Let go of me!!!" She hissed, her voice laced with sobs and despair as she rolled and convulsed helplessly on the floor. Sweat instantly soaked through her clothes, and her hair clung to her forehead. Her heels stomped haphazardly on the floor in her struggle, making a disorganized "tap-tap-tap" sound. 　　I don't know how long it took, maybe just a few minutes, but for her it was like a century. The extreme physical exertion and the shock to her nerves made her lose strength, and her struggles became smaller and smaller. Eventually, like a dehydrated fish, she collapsed to the floor, only the violent heaving of her chest and the uncontrollable, tiny tremors of her body remaining. 　　The violent vibrations inside her body seemed to diminish with her stillness and exhaustion, returning to a relatively "gentle", constant pattern of tremors, except for the dull, aching pain of the anal plug that had been pushed to its deepest depths, which was still very much present. 　　She lay on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling, tears flowing silently. The frantic struggle just now had no effect other than exhausting her strength and intensifying her pain and shame. The restraints imposed by the system were far beyond the ability of her mortal body to fight against.

　　"This is the 'Spirit Suppressing Chair', which has the effect of stabilizing the mind and isolating internal and external interference." The Patriarch slowly said, his gaze fixed on Lin Shuyan, "In order to prevent that witch or her cohorts from prying, interfering, or even harming you by using secret techniques, we need to ask you to sit in this chair for a while. At the same time, in order to ensure that during the 'confirmation' process, you will not move inadvertently due to 'injuries' or 'seals', causing unnecessary misunderstandings, you will need to be fixed slightly. " 　　As soon as the words fell, without waiting for Lin Shuyan to react, the Patriarch's sleeves flicked, and a soft but irresistible force pushed her to the torture chair and pressed her to sit down. 　　The metal surface of the chair was cold and hard, and through the thin dress came a chill. 　　Immediately after, standing on both sides, already prepared two breath condensed sect deacons stepped forward. One person picked up two heavy metal cuff rings and fastened them on Lin Shuyan's wrists - the inner wall of the cuff rings was smooth and had a locking mechanism, and with two clicks, her wrists were firmly locked onto the wide armrests of the torture chair. The arm cuffs had already restricted her upper arms, and now that her wrists were fixed, her arms completely lost their mobility, and could only be restrained in a slightly stretched position. 　　Another person leaned over and used similar cuff rings to fasten her ankles. The collar was pressed tightly around the ankles by the shanks of her snow-white boots. The rings were closed, locked, and then attached to a short, thick chain, the other end of which was securely fastened to the heavy legs at the back of the chair. The leg cuffs restrained her thighs, her ankles were immobilized, and her legs were completely confined to the chair, unable to be lifted or moved in any way. 　　In an instant, Lin Shuyan was firmly fixed to this cold metal torture chair, her wrists and ankles were all locked, her body was forced to straighten up, unable to move. 　　The gazes of Elder Qingsong and the Patriarch were locked onto her, especially her wrists and ankles that were locked by the handcuff rings - although the clothes and skirts covered them, but at a close distance, the two men's cultivation was profound and their eyesight was extraordinary, plus they had suspicions, so they were even more focused on observing at this moment. 　　They could vaguely see that above the cuff rings on her wrists, under the cover of the sleeves, there seemed to be another ring of tighter metal outline! There also seemed to be an unnatural bulge under the hem of her skirt at her knees! Together with the hard object on the waist side of her back that Elder Qingsong felt earlier ...... 　　There are indeed layers of torture instruments hidden on this woman's body! She is definitely not a good person! 　　The last trace of hesitation in the Patriarch's eyes disappeared and was replaced by a cold scrutiny. He slowly stepped forward and walked right in front of Lin Shuyan, his hands began to form a complex and mysterious magic seal, his mouth reciting words. 　　As he cast the spell, the runes on the torture chair lit up one by one, emitting a soft white halo that enveloped Lin Shuyan. A strange force began to invade her consciousness, not an attack, but a kind of guidance, penetration, trying to reach the depths of her mind, prying away all disguises and defenses. 　　The Secret Art of Spitting Truth! 　　Lin Shuyan felt a slight dizziness, as if her mind was about to be pulled by some external force, flowing involuntarily in a certain direction. She was horrified, knowing that this was the most dangerous moment! Once she was controlled by the secret technique, all of her lies would have nothing to hide! 　　She desperately concentrated her mind to resist the external guidance. However, her willpower was already on the verge of collapse after experiencing the torment of the consecutive worlds, the multiple discomforts of her body, as well as the extreme tension and fear at this moment. What's more, this secret technique was obviously extraordinary, coming from the Lord of a clan and powerful. 　　Consciousness began to blur, and those fabricated stories, real purposes, and systematic existence ...... seemed to have turned into chaotic fragments, rolling around in the sea of consciousness, which could be captured, linked, and exposed at any time by the power of the secret art ....... 　　Just in the nick of time, the silent collar around her neck, the "Ring of Unfinished Business", the core binding device that connects all the tasks and originates from the mysterious system, seemed to sense that the host's consciousness was suffering from the deep intrusion of foreign forces. 　　Inside the collar, those regular bright and bright jewels suddenly erupted with an intense and cold azure light that was far more intense than any other time in the past! 　　The light was not released, it only flowed inside the collar, but it instantly swept over Lin Shuyan's entire body along some kind of invisible connection, and all of the restraints on her body - chastity belt, chastity corset, arm cuffs, leg cuffs, and even the invisible chains and ropes - were synchronized with a clear and unmistakable pulse in the same instant! all of them - the chastity belt, the chastity corset, the arm cuffs, the leg cuffs, and even the invisible chains and ropes - at the same moment! 　　A deeper, more ancient, and more unquestionable force of rules came down with these restraints as the nodes, firmly anchoring her entire "state of being"! 　　The force of the Secret Art of Spitting Truth that attempted to invade her consciousness seemed to have hit an invisible and absolute wall, and was instantly rebounded and annihilated! 　　The runic light on the torture chair flickered violently for a few moments and then dimmed. 　　The Patriarch let out a muffled grunt, his face turning slightly white, and an incredulous horror appeared in his eyes! His secret art of spitting out truth had actually been countered? Furthermore, he sensed a cold and pure aura of "confinement" and "rules" that far exceeded his scope of understanding, flickering away from the white-clothed woman's body! 　　Elder Qingsong also felt that instantly strange fluctuation, and his face suddenly changed. 　　Lin Shuyan awoke with a start, gasping for breath, her forehead seeping with a fine cold sweat. She didn't know what had happened, but she could feel the strange movement of the collar and the instantaneous resonance of the bindings around her. Was it the system? Were the restraints protecting her? 　　She raised her head and met the Sovereign's suspicious gaze, forcing herself to suppress all panic, instead, her eyes intentionally took on a hint of offended coldness and faint mockery, her voice hoarse but clear: 　　"Patriarch ...... this 'confirmation' method, seems not too friendly. My hidden secrets are related to the Great Dao, involving the karmic entanglement with that demoness, how can it be that ordinary techniques of spitting out truth can be glimpsed?" 　　She utilized this sudden, even she did not understand the "change", the other way around, the system's protection, twisted into its own "secret" and "cause and effect" powerful embodiment! 　　Patriarch and Elder Qingsong glanced at each other, both seeing deep scorn and bewilderment in each other's eyes. Spit true secret art ineffective backfire, the other side of the body of the strange instruments of torture and the mysterious "confinement" breath ...... All of this is far beyond their cognition. 　　Is it ...... really wrong? This woman is not a witch, but involved in some kind of they can not understand, the existence of a higher level of struggle? Those instruments of torture may be some kind of sealing or cultivation that they don't understand?