The sinking of the college girl

Bai Meiling, an ordinary sophomore, appeared to others as a girl with delicate features, always sporting a neat ponytail, and two faint dimples when she smiled. She was the kind of girl who wouldn't draw much attention walking around campus, yet made people feel at ease. Her grades were average, and she had a reserved personality. In the dorm, she got along reasonably well with her three roommates. They occasionally ate together in the cafeteria or participated in campus activities, but most of the time, she preferred to hide behind the crowd, quietly observing everything around her. No one knew that beneath Bai Meiling's seemingly ordinary exterior lay a secret, unusual hobby—self-bondage. This interest had begun by chance during her junior high years. While helping her mother tidy the storage room, she stumbled upon a dusty old trunk filled with old belongings, among which were several colorful ropes. Out of curiosity, she picked up a rope and began to play with it casually. Without thinking, she wrapped it around her wrist and tied a knot. In that moment, a strange sensation washed over her. The slight pressure of the rope against her skin inexplicably made her heart race, and an indescribable excitement welled up from deep within her. From that day on, this accidental discovery took root like a seed, quietly sprouting within her heart. As she grew older, this desire for self-bondage intensified. Upon entering university and gaining relative independence, Bai Meiling's inner urges became increasingly difficult to suppress. She began secretly purchasing various ropes online, studying different binding techniques. Those intricate, exquisite knots appeared to her like mysterious art. Every time she saw rope, images of herself tightly bound would involuntarily flash through her mind. That sensation of restraint seemed to offer a brief escape from the pressures and confusion of real life, transporting her into a world of her own, filled with a profound sense of security. On this particular day, sunlight streamed through the dorm window, casting patches of bright light across the floor. Her roommates had planned an early outing to shop off-campus and enthusiastically invited Bai Meiling to join them before leaving. She smiled and politely declined, citing unfinished homework. In truth, the moment she learned of their plans, a quiet excitement stirred within her—she knew another opportunity to immerse herself in her “secret world” was at hand. As her roommates' footsteps faded into the distance, the dorm fell silent. Bai Meiling took a deep breath, as if to shut out all sound from the world. She rose and walked to the wardrobe, gently opening the door to retrieve a carefully wrapped bag from the bottom shelf. She unwrapped it carefully. Inside lay her newly purchased JK uniform: a blue-and-white plaid skirt paired with a crisp white blouse, along with a set of black lace lingerie, soft white stockings, and a pair of black high heels. She had spent considerable time and savings selecting these items online, keeping it all a secret from everyone. First, she slipped on the black lingerie. The delicate lace clung to her skin, offering a unique sensation. Next, she put on the JK uniform, adjusting the collar and hem. Standing before the mirror, she tied the ribbon, gazing at the figure reflected back—familiar yet strangely unfamiliar—her cheeks flushing slightly. Sitting on the bedside, she slowly pulled on the white stockings. Her long legs appeared even more alluring encased in the fabric. She slipped into the high heels, and though her steps were slightly unsteady when she stood, the excitement in her eyes grew more intense. Everything was ready. Bai Meiling picked up the rope lying beside the pillow—a soft yet resilient nylon cord with a faint blue tint. She deftly wound the rope into several loops in her hands, recalling the bondage tutorials she'd seen online. First, she tied her breasts in a standard Japanese-style chest binding. Several loops of rope wrapped tightly around her newly developed breasts, squeezing them and forcing her naturally small, flat breasts into two prominent spheres. Then, starting from her wrists, she wound the rope upward, circle by circle. Her movements were gentle yet determined. With each turn, she felt her heartbeat quicken and her breathing grow ragged. Once her wrists were tightly bound, she tugged lightly on the rope, savoring the faint sting and the sensation of being restrained. A smile slipped onto her lips. Next, she sat on the edge of the bed, securing one end of the rope to the headboard before beginning to bind her legs. She looped the rope around her thighs, crossing it down toward her calves. As the rope tightened, her legs were bound tightly together, allowing only a slight bend. Her body trembled slightly now, not from fear, but from the excitement building to its peak within her. Finally, she lay down on the bed, biting one end of the rope in her mouth. With great effort, she looped the rope around her body, attempting to secure her upper body firmly to the bed as well. This was the most difficult step. Her arms, bound, had very limited range of motion, and every movement required tremendous effort. Sweat trickled down her forehead, dripping onto the sheets, yet the focus in her eyes never wavered. After considerable effort, she finally succeeded in binding her body tightly to the bed with the rope, her entire form stretched out in a sprawled “大” shape, utterly immobilized. Lying there, Bai Meiling gasped for breath. She felt as though she had entered a completely new world. Everything around her grew hazy, yet the sensation of the ropes against her skin remained crystal clear. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment's tranquility and contentment. A profound sense of security from being restrained enveloped her completely, washing away all worries. Yet, as time passed, a creeping unease began to surface. Bai Meiling tried shifting her position but found her body bound too tightly by the ropes to move at all. She tried to untie the ropes with her hands, but the knots around her wrists were too tight—her fingers couldn't even reach them. Panic began to set in. Her heart raced, and breathing grew difficult. She tugged fiercely at the ropes, trying to break free, but instead of loosening, they tightened further, digging deep into her skin with a sharp sting. “What should I do? What should I do?” Bai Meiling kept asking herself inwardly as fear gradually consumed her. She began shouting for help, her voice echoing through the empty dorm room, but no one answered. She remembered her roommates had all gone out and wouldn't return until late. What on earth should she do? Then again, even if they did come back now and found her tightly bound to the bed, unable to escape, how utterly embarrassing would that be? Bai Meiling couldn't bear to imagine the look on her roommates' faces when they saw her... Tears welled up in Bai Meiling's eyes. She was filled with regret, regretting her impulsiveness, regretting why she had ever tried such a dangerous stunt. Staring at the ceiling, she silently prayed for someone to rescue her. Time ticked by, her body growing numb from maintaining the same position for so long. The ropes restricted her blood flow, and her limbs began turning cold. After what felt like an eternity, Bai Meiling heard footsteps and voices outside the dorm door—her roommates were back! Summoning every ounce of strength, she screamed for help: “Help! Someone, please help me!” Fortunately, Bai Meiling hadn't stuffed her mouth with her stockings. Initially, she'd considered stuffing her used stockings into her mouth before putting on a large ball gag to completely silence herself. But upon second thought, she realized that would be too dangerous—she needed to leave herself some room to maneuver. Now, that decision proved wise. Though her hands and feet remained bound, she could still cry for help with her mouth.

Morning light filtered through sheer curtains, casting faint rays into Bai Meiling's room. Her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly awoke, only to find herself tightly wrapped in an invisible force, utterly immobilized. Her eyes fell upon a specially designed restraint bed. Bai Meiling lay flat upon it, her entire body encased in a layer of resilient yet supple black rubber bodysuit. This suit began at her neck, hugging her curves all the way down to her ankles, enveloping every inch of her skin while leaving only openings for her eyes, nose, and mouth. The rubber material was cool and elastic, rising and falling slightly with her breath, yet offering her no chance to break free. Her wrists and ankles were firmly secured to the bed's four corners by thick leather restraint straps. The metal buckles on the restraints glinted coldly in the dim light. Each strap was adjusted to its tightest setting, preventing even the slightest movement of her limbs. “Mmm...” Bai Meiling let out a low, muffled groan, attempting to stretch her body. The all-encompassing bondage instantly halted her effort, leaving her no choice but to give up. “Meiling, awake?” Teacher Yu Rouxia's familiar voice drifted in from the doorway. She entered, carrying an elegant tray laden with breakfast. Spotting Bai Meiling's awakening, a gentle smile touched Yu Rouxia's lips. “Teacher...” Bai Meiling murmured softly, her voice muffled within the enclosed rubber space. Yu Rouxia placed the tray on the bedside table, walked to the bedside, and gazed at Bai Meiling with gentle eyes. She lightly stroked the rubber-covered forehead and asked, “How are you feeling today?” Bai Meiling managed a faint smile. “Same as always, just a bit hard to breathe...” Yu Rouxia frowned slightly, a flicker of concern in her eyes. “This suit is too tight, but for safety, we have to keep it like this for now.” With that, she reached out and undid the leather restraints around Bai Meiling's wrists. Bai Meiling rubbed her wrists, now slightly red from the pressure, and looked at the breakfast before her, a mix of emotions welling up inside. Yu Rouxia brought the tray closer and spoon-fed her, one bite at a time. The breakfast—carefully prepared oatmeal porridge, fried eggs, and freshly squeezed juice—was a labor of love. Yet with every bite, Bai Meiling sensed the unspoken resignation behind this tenderness. Her body was confined within the tight-fitting garment and restraints, every detail of her life requiring assistance. While savoring this care, she also acutely felt the bitterness of lost freedom. After breakfast, Yu Rouxia recuffed Bai Meiling's wrists, then released the restraints around her ankles. She helped her sit up and guided her into a specially designed restraint chair positioned at the bedside. This chair, too, was laden with restraining features. Thick rubber straps encircled both the backrest and seat. Yu Rouxia fastened each strap securely, ensuring Bai Meiling's body was firmly anchored to the chair, unable to shift freely. Next, Yu Rouxia pushed the chair, bringing Bai Meiling into the sunroom. The sunroom was filled with various green plants. Sunlight poured unreservedly through the glass roof, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of plants. Bai Meiling took a deep breath, feeling the warm sunlight and fresh air, and her mood relaxed slightly. “It's so beautiful here...” she murmured softly. Yu Rouxia nodded slightly. “That's why I bring you here every day for some fresh air.” Bai Meiling gazed at the vibrant greenery around her, yet a wave of sorrow washed over her heart. These freely growing plants stood in stark contrast to her own tightly bound state. After spending some time in the sunroom, Yu Rouxia decided to take Bai Meiling for a walk outside. First, she fastened a sturdy leather collar around Bai Meiling's neck, attached to a long leash, much like walking a pet. Then, she helped Bai Meiling rise from the restraint chair and stand on the floor. After being confined for so long, Bai Meiling's legs felt weak, and she swayed slightly as soon as she stood. Yu Rouxia quickly steadied her, gripping the leash tightly to control Bai Meiling's movements. They stepped out the door into the outer courtyard. The courtyard was paved with pebbles and surrounded by blooming flowers. A gentle breeze rustled the petals, releasing waves of fragrance. Bai Meiling's feet were tightly encased in the rubber bodysuit, forcing her to move only in small, measured steps. With each step, the rubber material on her feet frictioned against the ground, producing a faint squeaking sound. The leash restricted her range of motion; whenever she attempted to walk slightly faster or deviate from the route Yu Rouxia had prescribed, the rope would suddenly tighten, tugging at her neck and reminding her to return to the “proper path.”

Lan Yueji seized the moment, her hemp-bound hands gripping the chauffeur's collar as the edge of her black lace gloves grazed his burning earlobe. The straps of her black dress had completely slipped off her shoulders, her full breasts rising and falling with ragged breaths. The hemp rope dug deep into her cleavage, leaving crimson marks glistening with fine beads of sweat. “Come play with us...” she murmured, her breath warm and sweet as she pressed her face against the back of his neck, her tongue lightly tracing his throbbing pulse through the fabric. Just as desire threatened to overwhelm him, the car navigation system suddenly emitted a sharp alert: “You have deviated from the route!” The mechanical female voice felt like a bucket of cold water, jolting the driver back to reality. He frantically tried to correct his course, but froze when Bai Meiling pressed her high-heeled shoe against his inner thigh. Her flesh-colored stocking-clad foot gently rubbed against his rising desire, the silk rope knots at her ankles swaying and occasionally brushing his taut skin. “Trying to leave now? Too late.” Bai Meiling chuckled softly, rolling over to straddle Lan Yueji. Pale pink hemp rope tangled with black stockings as their bound wrists were interlocked. Lan Yueji arched her back in response, the vibrator suddenly accelerating and forcing a stifled moan from her lips. Bai Meiling leaned down, biting the hemp rope at her collarbone. Muffled chewing sounds mingled with the vibrator's hum, echoing through the enclosed car. The designated driver's breathing grew increasingly ragged, the zipper of his jeans stretched taut. His gaze was fixed on the rearview mirror, watching the two entangled figures—Bai Meiling's eyes glistening with moisture, Lan Yueji's nipples reddened by the rope, and the faint outlines of their private areas beneath the stockings. The navigation prompts kept sounding, but he no longer heard any warnings. His mind was filled only with the suggestive sounds from the backseat and the blood-pumping images. The rain pounded harder against the windows, as if providing a soundtrack to this forbidden revelry. Lost in desire, the three had long since ceased to care whether they'd strayed from the original route. Amid the pounding rain, Bai Meiling's gag suddenly slipped loose. She bit down on the knot at Lan Yueji's collarbone and yanked hard, snapping the black rope. Seizing the moment, Lan Yueji flipped over and straddled Bai Meiling. The dampness beneath her black stockings brushed against the other woman's thigh. Their bound bodies intertwined, both reaching climax simultaneously to the pulsing vibration of the dildo. The driver's breathing grew increasingly ragged as he trembled to undo his belt. But just as his hand was about to touch himself, Bai Meiling's high-heeled shoe pressed firmly against his chest. Bai Meiling leaned lazily against the leather seat, her beige miniskirt hiked up to her waist. Beneath her flesh-colored crotchless stockings, her intimate area still dripped with lustful moisture as the vibrator pulsed rhythmically. She tilted her head, biting the strap of her pink ball gag. Her nimble tongue drew a silver thread, tracing a crystalline arc under the warm yellow interior light before it snapped and fell onto her full breasts. “Want to join?” she drawled, wiping the moisture from her lips with a nude-polished finger. Her stocking-clad foot lifted slowly, rubbing back and forth against the driver's taut inner thigh. Silk knots dangled from her ankle, each gentle stroke making the driver's breath grow ragged. She could clearly see the tent forming beneath his jeans, the desire pulsing at his Adam's apple. Lan Yueji's black dress hung askew over her shoulder, already torn and disheveled, revealing large patches of skin marked by red rope indentations. She writhed closer to the driver, black hemp rope digging deep into her waist and cleavage, her bound hands struggling futilely behind her back. Purple bruises marked her neck. As she brushed her collarbone against the driver's flushed cheek, a soft moan escaped her throat: “Untie... the ropes...” The black ball gag slipped from their entwined bodies, rolling onto the floor with a sharp clatter—a sound that shattered some forbidden boundary. The driver's gaze darted frantically between the rearview mirror and the road ahead, his palms sweating coldly on the steering wheel. Seeing this, Bai Meiling suddenly straightened her legs, planting her high heels on the dashboard. Her full, rounded buttocks, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were fully exposed in the rearview mirror's view. She deliberately wiggled her ankles, the silk knot brushing against the driver's ear: “What are you staring at?” The vibrator suddenly accelerated, making her body tense instantly. The damp stain seeping beneath her beige skirt became increasingly obvious. Lan Yueji seized the moment, raising her rope-bound wrists before the driver. Her thighs, encased in black stockings, clamped around his arm. As the fabric rubbed against his skin, she deliberately thrust her breasts, distorted by the tight ropes, causing the grooves carved by the ropes to sway before his eyes. “Untie us...” Her red lips nearly brushed his earlobe as warm breath tickled his flushed skin. “You can do whatever you want...” The driver could no longer resist. Trembling, he reached to untie the pale pink rope binding Bai Meiling's wrists. The moment the silk knot slipped free, Bai Meiling flipped her body to straddle the gap between the driver's seat and backseat. Her legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, spread wide across the driver's waist, the vibrator pressed firmly against his abdomen. She leaned down, biting his lower lip, her muffled whispers mingling with the hum of the vibrator: “Now it's your turn to perform well...” Lan Yueji also broke free from her bonds, black hemp rope scattering across the seats. She tore open her crooked dress, her full breasts heaving with rapid breaths. Kneeling behind Bai Meiling, she wrapped her arms around the other woman's waist, fingertips tracing the sensitive area beneath the flesh-colored stockings. The two women entwined, seemingly detached from the howling storm and flickering rainbow outside the car. The driver's hand finally touched Bai Meiling's stocking-clad hips. As Lan Yueji's red lips kissed the driver's neck, the navigation system mechanically repeated, “You have deviated from the route.” Yet the car was already filled with waves of breathless gasps and the rustle of fabric, completely drowning out the warnings.

The chime of the brass grandfather clock echoed through the empty room. The silver-masked man's fingertips brushed over the metal instruments on the display shelf, finally resting on a pair of tweezers. The dark figure curled in the center of the carpet suddenly trembled violently. The leather straps scraped against the floor, emitting a faint rustling sound, as if foreseeing the impending doom. When the cold forceps gripped the edge of the nose lock, Yu Rouxia emitted a muffled whimper. This custom-made device, meticulously crafted from Italian calf leather and embossed with rose patterns, concealed its inherent cruelty beneath its surface. The man gently pried open the clasp that hugged her bridge with the tweezers, revealing two translucent medical-grade silicone tubes beneath—one leading directly to her stomach, the other connected to an oxygen pump in the corner, rising and falling rhythmically with her breaths. “Isn't it beautiful?” The man's voice carried a hint of amusement as the tweezers lifted one tube. “A French surgeon specially designed this nasogastric tube. Just 3 millimeters in diameter, yet it can withstand 500 milliliters of liquid feeding.” He rotated the tweezers, leaving indentations on the pale skin. “But the most ingenious part is this...” Before he finished, the metal clasp snapped open. Both tubes instantly tightened, choking Yu Rouxia into violent convulsions. The leather hood was a work of art. Three layers of vegetable-tanned leather, laminated and pressed, lined with soft lambskin—yet offering no relief from the confinement. Precision-cut sections at the brow bone and bridge of the nose defined her facial contours while completely blocking external light. The opaque eye mask utilized military-grade blackout material. The wide leather strap looped behind her head, deliberately recessed behind the ears to avoid nerve compression while ensuring it couldn't be lifted from the sides. The moment the golden lock clicked shut, the last sliver of escape was sealed. The nasal lock design was ingeniously crafted. Though the man applied local anesthetic gel when inserting the two tubes into her nostrils, Yu Rouxia still convulsed violently from the sensation of foreign objects. The breathing tube contained a miniature one-way valve, ensuring air could only flow in, not out; while the feeding tube connected to a concealed anti-reflux device prevented vomit from blocking the airway. Beneath the rose-patterned surface of the nose lock lay a hidden mechanism—each petal [X] was a pressure sensor. Detecting abnormal movement would trigger the electric shock device inside the hood. “Look at this.” The man raised a custom syringe, its needle tip gleaming coldly. “24K gold-plated needle, specifically for feeding.” He connected the syringe to the feeding tube port, and pale yellow nutrient solution flowed in slowly. “Three times daily, 300 milliliters each time. Vitamins, proteins, minerals... all nutrients precisely calibrated.” As the liquid infused, Yu Rouxia's abdomen rose slightly, stretching the leather waistband taut. Even more cruel was the hood's integrated design. All strap connections were positioned at the back of the head, secured by three distinct golden locks. The nose lock's keyhole formed an irregular hexagon, its teeth laser-engraved; the eye mask's lock contained a microchip, opening only to specific electromagnetic pulses; and the master lock connecting all straps employed dual security—a combination dial and mechanical lock. The man turned the dial lock, the click of metal gears grinding together piercing the silence. His fingers traced the embossed patterns on the hood's surface. “This apparatus is designed for a ten-year lifespan.” He suddenly yanked the feeding tube. “Even if you wear your throat raw or bite through your tongue, you won't break free.” A muffled whimper emerged from beneath the leather hood, reduced to a hollow echo. Daily maintenance was a ritual of precision. Each dawn, the man cleaned the crevices of the nasal lock with specially sterilized cotton swabs, ensuring the tube remained unobstructed. During feeding, the nutrient solution's temperature had to be precisely maintained at 37°C, with no deviation exceeding 0.5°C. Every three days, the sensors inside the hood were inspected, and the electrodes of the electric shock device were wiped with alcohol. None of these procedures required unlocking a single latch. Even more despairing was the device's upgrade capability. The man held up the remote control, its red button flashing a dangerous glow: “Press this, and the feeding tube injects an emetic. The green button controls oxygen flow, letting you struggle repeatedly on the brink of suffocation.” He pressed the remote against the leather hood. “And the best part? All these functions can be controlled remotely.” Within this intricate cage, Yu Rouxia had been reduced to a perfect vessel. Blinded, silenced, deprived of even the autonomy to eat or breathe. The nasal tube not only sustained her life but also imprisoned her in perpetual darkness and helplessness. As the man made his final check of the locks, ensuring every seam was perfectly sealed, the desperate whimpers beneath the leather hood had long been filtered into faint sighs. The brass gear clock emitted a heavy hum. Before the third chime had faded, the man in the silver mask used tweezers to grasp the cold, gleaming medical silicone tube. The leather-bound Yu Rouxia convulsed violently, the metal rings binding her shoulders clanking with each struggle, yet she remained trapped, pinned to the examination table. “You know, the congenital narrowness of your right nasal passage actually makes this modification more interesting.” The man's voice mingled with the rustle of leather as his fingertips traced the high bridge of her nose, leaving faint indentations on the leather hood's surface. The rose-patterned mold for the custom nose lock had finished preheating, exuding the warm scent of leather. Two tubes of differing thicknesses hung nearby; the thinner one had a fine nano-filter wrapped around its tip. As the tube touched the sole remaining open nostril, Yu Rouxia thrashed violently like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. The leather straps binding his elbows dug deep into his flesh, yet couldn't stop him from futilely pounding the table with his restrained “forelimbs.” The man was prepared. His leather-gloved hand firmly pressed down on the back of the neck, while the other guided the tube precisely into the nasal cavity. As the tube advanced inch by inch, a muffled whimper emerged from beneath the leather hood—a sound like a bubble trapped in the deep sea, filled with despair and agony. “Stay still,” the man said, adjusting the tube's angle with tweezers. “This nano-filter is military-grade, filtering out 99.9% of particulates. Of course... it also increases breathing resistance by 67%.” He turned the knob, and the tube connected to the oxygen pump began delivering air rhythmically, though it emitted a teeth-grinding hiss as it passed through the filter. Yu Rouxia's chest heaved violently, the leather corset stretched taut. Yet each inhale felt like pulling a rusty bellows, accompanied by a sharp whistling. The rose-patterned mold of the nose lock finally snapped onto her bridge. The man deliberately aligned the clasp with her left cheek, where skin had already reddened from tube friction. The moment the first golden lock clicked shut, Yu Rouxia violently jerked her head, the leather hood thudding against the metal surface. But her struggle was futile. The anti-slip ridges inside the nose lock bit into her skin, and the two tubes dug deeper with her movement, eliciting a broken whimper.

The master sat in an armchair, pressing the remote control. The metal braces restraining her limbs slowly loosened, and as the leather straps slid off, deep purple pressure marks remained on her wrists and ankles. Without support, Yu Rouxia collapsed like a broken puppet. The heavy leather restraint suit made even rolling over a laborious task. When she finally pushed herself up with trembling elbows, the metal collar clanged coldly. Deprived of sight, sound, and smell, her world was reduced to the suffocating sensation of the foreign object in her throat and the stifling heat of leather pressed against her skin. “Now, let's see how far you'll go.” The Master's whisper was muffled into a low vibration by the soundproof hood. Yu Rouxia groped the floor instinctively, her nails leaving jagged marks on the carpet. When her fingertips touched her own chin, the agonizing urge to vomit but being unable to reached its peak. She frantically tore at the leather straps sealing her mouth, her fingertips scraping the rough texture. But when she reached the back of her head, she froze—three interlocking metal buckles fit together perfectly, their keyholes cutting like mocking smiles in the darkness. The leather straps, soaked through with sweat, had grown even more resilient. Each straining effort only drove them deeper into her flesh. “Give up,” her master's voice carried a hint of amusement, yet it couldn't penetrate the layers of confinement. Yu Rouxia's breathing grew increasingly ragged. The air flowing through the ventilation holes carried the sour tang of leather, intensifying her suffocation. She began digging at the leather seams around her throat with her fingernails. The sharp pain radiating from her fingertips paled in comparison to even one-tenth of the agony caused by the foreign object constricting her throat. The wreckage of the metal frame lay scattered around her. Yu Rouxia groped for a broken steel bar, attempting to pry open the clasp. Yet when the sharp metal edge scraped across the leather, it left only a shallow scratch, sending a numbing shock through her palm. The violent movement shifted the inflatable plug in her throat, its barbs scraping against her mucous membrane, delivering a piercing, excruciating pain. “Still struggling?” The Master turned the remote, and the inflatable gag in her throat suddenly began to vibrate. Yu Rouxia's body froze instantly. She tried to scream, but only muffled moans escaped; she tried to vomit, but the expanding foreign object blocked her completely. Tears flowed uncontrollably, soaking the skin beneath the blindfold. As time passed, Yu Rouxia's movements grew increasingly futile. She repeated futile attempts: banging her head against the floor, hoping to dislodge the lock; gnawing at the leather with her teeth, only to taste bitter bitterness; even trying to clamp her neck between her legs, hoping to squeeze out the gag. Each effort ended in failure, leaving her body more exhausted. The Master watched the surveillance feed with keen interest. The thermal imaging camera showed Yu Rouxia's body temperature steadily rising, particularly in her throat and neck area, glowing an intense, jarring red. She picked up a specialized endoscope and peered through the tiny observation port in the hood—the mucous membrane in her throat was swollen and raw, tiny droplets of blood seeping from the barbs that remained firmly embedded in the tissue. “Remarkably resilient,” the Master murmured, pressing another button. The inflatable plug in her throat began rhythmic contractions and expansions, mimicking swallowing motions that could never be completed. Yu Rouxia's Adam's apple convulsed violently as saliva mixed with blood seeped from the corners of her mouth, only to be blocked by the leather straps. This torment—unable to swallow or expel—caused her consciousness to gradually blur. When Yu Rouxia finally collapsed, exhausted, sweat had soaked through three layers of leather. Her fingers twitched unconsciously, still clenched in a grasping posture. The Master rose and approached, the click of high heels piercing the silence. “Do you understand now?” She leaned down, removing her gloves to stroke Yu Rouxia's sweat-dampened forehead. “In this space, every act of resistance from you becomes a new source of pleasure for me.” In the darkness, Yu Rouxia felt the touch above her head. The foreign object in her throat remained, the restraining leather still unyielding. And she, in this doomed struggle, had exhausted her last ounce of strength. What awaited her was an even longer darkness and torment. In this cage that stripped her of all five senses, even the most basic resistance had become an unattainable luxury. The copper candlesticks on the vaulted ceiling of the dark room oozed ghostly blue flames, casting twisted shadows across the carpet. Yu Rouxia's limp form was outlined by the leather restraint suit, its sharp contours accentuated. Three golden buckles flashed at her waist, like seals binding a fierce beast. The silver links of the nine-section whip in the Master's hand clinked together, threatening.

Beneath the leather mask, her breathing grew increasingly ragged. In the darkness, the slightest sound in the room threatened to snap her already taut nerves. Suddenly, a sharp crack split the silence. The salt-soaked leather whip struck her bare buttocks with precision, explosive pain erupting instantly. “Ugh!” Bai Meiling grunted muffled through the custom-made gag, her body convulsing violently. The man's black-gloved hand swung the whip, each strike accompanied by the dull thud of leather meeting flesh. Bai Meiling's white pantyhose were already soaked through with sweat, and crisscrossing bloody marks quickly appeared on the backs of her thighs. As the lashes multiplied, her consciousness began to blur. She could only feel the searing pain radiating from her back, buttocks, and legs, as if her entire body were being consumed by flames. After one hundred lashes, Bai Meiling's body hung limp from the ropes. Her head drooped lifelessly, strands of hair clinging to her tear-streaked cheeks. Her pantyhose were torn in multiple places by the lashes. After an unknown period, Bai Meiling gradually regained consciousness amidst the excruciating pain. Her eyelashes trembled as she peered through the small holes in the leather mask, seeing the man standing in the shadows watching her. Before she could react, a cold sensation suddenly pressed against her inner thigh—an electric device slowly entered her body. Bai Meiling's body tensed violently, a terrified moan escaping her throat. Before she could adjust to this foreign sensation, another round of lashes began. This time, the man struck with greater force, the whip lashing against her wounds like salt rubbed into festering sores. Bound and helpless, Bai Meiling struggled futilely, chains clanking, yet she could only endure this endless torment. As the electric device activated, intense vibrations surged through her lower body, intertwining with the whip's pain to create an indescribably complex sensation. Bai Meiling's consciousness drifted between agony and confusion. She wanted to beg for mercy, to scream, but only muffled moans escaped her. Gradually, her body drained of strength, slumping limply against the ropes as she slipped into unconsciousness. When Bai Meiling awoke again, she found herself lowered from the suspension ropes. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, the metal digging painfully into her wrists. The moment the nipple clamps were removed, the lingering sting made her shudder involuntarily. Before she could regain her bearings, she was roughly shoved into a small iron cage tucked in the corner of the room. The cage was minuscule, forcing Bai Meiling to curl up in a ball, unable even to straighten her legs. Her stockings were torn and tattered, revealing swollen, crimson whip marks beneath the ripped fabric. Her sweat had turned cold, mingling with bloodstains to stick the stockings to her skin. Every slight shift brought excruciating pain. Before leaving, the man left only a dim, yellow lamp. The faint light cast mottled shadows on the cage, slicing Bai Meiling's figure into fragmented pieces. The room was eerily silent, echoing only with her own heavy breathing. The excruciating pain from head to toe was unbearable, her heart filled with fear of the unknown. Yet strangely, an indescribable sense of excitement also began to stir within her. This complex emotion left Bai Meiling bewildered. Curled up in the cage, her thoughts gradually drifted away. Physical exhaustion and mental torment weighed down her eyelids. After about an hour, she finally drifted into a deep sleep amidst the pain and unease. Yet as she slept soundly, in the darkness beyond the cage, a pair of eyes seemed to watch her silently. The shrill screech of the cage door opening jolted Bai Meiling's dazed consciousness awake. She jolted awake, her body instinctively shrinking back, yet confined by her restraints, she could only tremble slightly within the cramped space. The leather mask was tightly fastened over her face, its narrow breathing holes making her breaths laborious and rapid. The warm air she exhaled condensed into mist inside the mask, blurring her already limited vision. The cold, hard handcuffs dug deep into her skin, squeezing the wounds from last night's whipping until they throbbed anew. Inside her, the relentless vibration of the electric device pulsed like an unrelenting demon, stimulating her nerves and causing her body to tremble lightly. A pair of gloved hands suddenly reached into the iron cage, roughly grabbing Bai Meiling's hair and yanking her out with brutal force. She let out a startled cry as the excruciating pain in her scalp instantly filled her eyes with tears. Staggering, she was dragged out of the cage, the violent motion causing the electric device inside her to shift, bringing a sharp wave of discomfort. “Kneel properly!” " The Master's cold, unquestionable command echoed through the dim room, carrying a heart-stopping authority. Bai Meiling dared not disobey. Gritting her teeth against the pain radiating throughout her body, she slowly bent her knees, kneeling on the floor in a humiliating posture. Her body leaned forward slightly, her long hair falling messily on either side of her face, partially obscuring the expression twisted by pain and fear. Immediately, the Master reached out and yanked the gag from Bai Meiling's mouth with such brutality that a red mark appeared at the corner of her lips. Before she could catch her breath, a grotesquely shaped dildo was shoved into her mouth. Its surface was rough, carrying a pungent leather scent that made Bai Meiling instinctively retch the moment it touched her tongue. “Suck it well. Don't disappoint me.” The Master's voice dripped with menace. Before the words faded, she slammed Bai Meiling's head back, forcing the dildo deeper. Bai Meiling's eyes widened instantly as suffocating pressure closed in. She instinctively struggled, her hands flailing futilely behind her back, wrists raw from the handcuffs. But the Master's strength was overwhelming; escape was impossible. As the dildo penetrated deeper, Bai Meiling's throat stretched painfully. Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking the edges of her leather mask. Amidst this agonizing torment, her throat gradually adjusted to the foreign intrusion, mechanically complying with the Master's demands. The Master gripped Bai Meiling's hair tightly, constantly adjusting the depth and angle of the dildo's penetration while issuing various commands in a cold, merciless voice. Bai Meiling's saliva dripped continuously from the corners of her mouth, falling onto the tattered clothing covering her chest. Her consciousness gradually blurred as the physical pain and mental humiliation intertwined, making her feel as though she had fallen into an endless abyss.

The first item on the list is “Leather full-body restraint suit (black, with lockable buckles),” with a note stating “Must be worn in advance; buckle keys to be held by on-site personnel.” The second item is “Metal collar (with chain, chain length 1.5 meters),” with a note stating “Anti-chafing cotton padding must be attached to the inner side of the collar.” The third item was “Double-hole gag (with silicone plugs),” with the note “Silicone plugs must be sterilized beforehand”; the fourth item was “Adjustable vibrator (with remote control),” with the note “Must be fully charged, set to random mode”; the fifth item was “Red fishnet stockings (thickened version),” with the note “Must cover to the top of the thighs, no damage.” Bai Meiling stared at the list, her fingers trembling slightly. The red fishnet stockings and simple restraints from last time had already been unbearable. Now, the leather full-body restraint suit and metal collar filled her with dread just imagining them. But she knew she had no right to refuse. The man still held the “lever” from last time firmly in his grasp. Breaking the agreement now would lead to unimaginable consequences. Over the next few days, Bai Meiling began gathering the items on the list. She searched online for “leather full-body restraint suit,” found a discreet shop, and placed an order with a special note: “Add locks and anti-chafing padding as requested.” When the package arrived, she deliberately chose a parcel locker for pickup to avoid being seen. Upon receiving the restraint suit, she unwrapped the package. The black leather fabric featured over a dozen evenly spaced metal buckles extending from the neck to the ankles, with adjustable elastic bands at the waist and wrists. Once worn, it would nearly immobilize her entire body. Yu Rouxia's package contained slightly different items than Bai Meiling's. Alongside the matching leather restraint suit and metal collar, hers included a “portable double wrist suspension frame” and a “silicone gag with breathing holes.” As a corporate professional accustomed to meticulously following procedures, she found herself utterly flustered for the first time when confronted with these items. Sneaking a peek at the list in the office break room, she nearly spilled her coffee upon reading the note beside “wrist suspension frame”: “Requires pre-assembly, weight capacity no less than 50kg.” After work, she tracked down a hardware store at the address on the list and purchased the frame under the pretense of “home renovation needs.” Back home, she assembled it on the balcony, her nerves on edge with every clang of metal joints, terrified the neighbors might hear. The list received by Hailan and her daughter was labeled “Mother-Daughter Synchronization Equipment.” Besides their respective leather restraint suits and metal collars, it included a “Dual-Person Connecting Chain (0.8 meters long, with locking buckles at both ends)” and a “Shared Muzzle (with a central tube for sound transmission).” Hailan nearly wept at the sight of the “dual-person connecting chain.” She couldn't imagine being chained to her daughter, forced to move in perfect sync even for the most basic actions. The “shared gag” filled her with shame and dread. But seeing the fear in her daughter Xiaju's eyes, she forced herself to remain calm. She bought the items on the list and secretly hid them in the deepest corner of the wardrobe, afraid to let her daughter see them ahead of time. Next Wednesday at 7:30 PM, Bai Meiling arrived at the abandoned amusement park on the outskirts of town half an hour early. The park had long ceased operations. The rusted gates stood silent, and dust-covered equipment lay scattered about. Only the carousel area glowed dimly under emergency lights. She wore a leather restraint suit she'd put on earlier, concealed beneath a loose black trench coat. The metal collar was hidden within the collar, and she carried a black cloth bag holding the other props as she cautiously entered the park. In the center of the carousel area, the man from last time was already waiting, flanked by two assistants in black uniforms. Several metal boxes lay on the ground, containing additional training tools. Spotting Bai Meiling, the man gestured toward an empty spot beside him: “Stand there first. Wait until everyone else arrives.” Bai Meiling obediently walked to the empty spot. The leather restraint suit beneath her trench coat made her feel tense, the buckles digging into her skin, causing a slight stinging pain. Soon, Yu Rouxia and her daughter, Hailan, arrived one after the other. Yu Rouxia also wore a loose coat, carrying an assembled double-wrist suspension frame; Hailan and her mother walked side by side, Xiaju clutching her mother's hem tightly, her face filled with fear. The man glanced at the time—exactly 8:00—and began promptly: “Start checking the props against the list, then proceed with the training.” Bai Meiling was the first to undergo inspection. The man instructed her to remove her trench coat, revealing the black leather restraint suit in full. An assistant checked the buckles, confirming each was securely fastened before taking the metal collar from her hands. They repositioned the anti-chafing padding and fastened it around her neck, one end of the chain secured to the carousel's metal railing. Next, the assistant retrieved a double-hole gag. After disinfecting the silicone plug, they gently inserted it into her mouth before securing the gag to her head, ensuring the plug wouldn't dislodge. Finally, the assistant took the adjustable vibrator, set it to random mode as per the checklist, and secured it to her waist. The remote control was handed to the man for safekeeping. The second subject was Yu Rouxia. The assistant first inspected the double-wrist suspension frame she had brought, confirming its assembly was correct and its load capacity met standards before securing it to another carousel rail. The assistant then helped her remove her coat, checked the buckles on her leather restraint suit, and placed a metal collar around her neck, attaching its chain to the frame. Unlike Bai Meiling, Yu Rouxia's training session included “double wrist suspension.” The assistant wrapped her wrists in red fishnet stockings, secured her hands to the hooks on the suspension frame, and slowly pulled the frame's pulleys upward until her arms were level with her shoulders. The tightening stockings at her wrists made her frown slightly. Finally, the assistant fitted her with a silicone ball gag, ensuring the breathing hole remained clear. The last to be checked were Hailan and her daughter. The assistant first inspected their leather restraint suits, then fitted each with a metal collar. The two ends of the “dual-connection chain” were locked onto their respective collars, ensuring the chain length allowed them to stand side by side yet prevented them from moving apart. Next, the assistant retrieved the “shared gag.” First, he had Hailan open her mouth to insert one silicone plug, then had Xiaju open hers for the other plug. Once the central tube was connected, their voices could only travel through it, their volume restricted to an extremely low level. Finally, the assistant secured an adjustable vibrator to each woman, handing the remote control to the man. With all devices checked, the training commenced. Standing at the carousel's center, the man held three remote controls. He first activated Bai Meiling's vibrator switch. Random-pattern vibrations surged, fluctuating in intensity. Her body instantly tensed, pulling taut chains that made her metal collar dig into her neck with a faint sting. She attempted to adjust her posture but was firmly restrained by the leather bondage suit, forced to endure the continuous stimulation. The gag prevented her from vocalizing, leaving only her eyes to convey her discomfort. Next, the man activated Yu Rouxia's vibrator switch while simultaneously raising the height of her wrist suspension brackets, pulling her hands another ten centimeters upward. Forced to rise onto her tiptoes, the fishnet stockings at her wrists dug in tighter. The vibrator's stimulation made her breathing rapid; the breathing holes in the silicone gag allowed only shallow gasps to prevent suffocation.

The shadow arrived faster than anticipated. The moment Su Jingwan drew her stun gun, a powerful grip seized her wrists, yanking them behind her back. Coarse hemp rope swiftly wrapped around them. The knots were tied with devious precision, forming three crisscrossed locks around her wrists. The more she struggled, the tighter they became, soon turning her knuckles white. Su Jingxin fared worse. She was pinned to the lab table, her legs bound to the legs with rope. The cord around her waist dug into the fabric of her combat suit, accentuating her slender waistline yet radiating an inescapable sense of restraint. “A pro,” Su Jingwan's voice was gritted with effort. She could sense the binder's movements were precise as a machine, each loop avoiding arteries while locking joints firmly—clearly the work of a trained expert. As the blindfold descended, she deliberately memorized the last sight: the lab walls were light gray, the ventilation vent in the southeast corner, about seven feet above the floor. As she was tossed into the storage room, Su Jingwan's shoulder slammed into a metal rack, sending a series of sharp clinks from the beakers on the shelves. “How are you?” Su Jingxin's voice came from three meters away, accompanied by the creaking of rope friction. Struggling to sit up, Su Jingwan realized they were each tied to separate load-bearing pillars, separated by a mountain of cardboard boxes. All she could see were the other's swaying knees and a sliver of pale ankle peeking from beneath their combat trousers. “Double-looped half hitches. Professional workmanship,” Su Jingwan said, hooking a shard of broken porcelain with her toe and carefully tucking it under her wrist. “Can you reach anything over there?” The porcelain edge was blunt, leaving only shallow marks on the hemp rope. She could feel the fibers slowly wearing down, but it was nowhere near enough to break free. Su Jingxin's breath came through the cardboard box's cracks: “There's a fire hydrant on the left, but I can't reach it.” She paused, the rope's friction suddenly quickening. “Wait, there's a piece of wire under my feet. Looks like it was used to bind the box.” Su Jingwan's heartbeat surged. Listening to the rustling sound of wire rubbing against the rope, it felt like hearing the gears of fate turning. Time flowed in silence, broken only by their occasional whispers and the persistent scraping. Cold sweat beaded on Su Jingwan's forehead. The shards had lost their sharp edges from grinding, and the skin on her wrists was red and raw, stinging fiercely. “No good. The wire's too thin. It won't cut through the main rope.” Su Jingxin's voice carried defeat. “What about your shards?” “Same.” Su Jingwan switched the shards to her other hand. “They used cut-resistant hemp rope with steel wire inside.” She suddenly recalled her instructor's words during training: When bound like this, without tools, the only option is to wait for muscle fatigue and escape using joint gaps. “Try moving your shoulder joint and pulling the muscles back.” The storage room door clicked open abruptly, silencing both women instantly. Footsteps approached from afar, the click-clack of high heels on concrete eerily clear. When they stopped before Su Jingwan, she could feel the other person's gaze sweep over her tense shoulders. “Don't waste your effort,” a low, cold female voice said, as hard as steel. “This rope can withstand a ton of tension.” The footsteps shifted toward Su Jingxin, followed by the rustle of fabric—likely inspecting the knot. Seizing the moment, Su Jingwan quickened her shoulder movements. Her shoulder blades creaked like rusty hinges, and the rope indeed loosened slightly. As the footsteps approached again, she instantly froze, her breathing steady as if asleep. After the door locked again, Su Jingxin spoke first, her voice hushed: “Their guard is tight. Patrols every fifteen minutes.” Su Jingwan hummed in acknowledgment, using the newly gained moment to rub the knot. “When the next patrol passes, we'll pull simultaneously. You lean toward the fire hydrant while I charge the cardboard pile. After creating chaos, we'll see if we can untie the other one.” “Too risky,” Su Jingxin hesitated. “What if we fail...” “There's no ‘what if’.” Su Jingwan cut her off as the shard finally severed a fiber. “Sitting here waiting for death means they'll hand us over to security at dawn.” After a moment's silence, Su Jingxin's reply came with resolve: “Alright, I'll follow your lead.” The waiting stretched unbearably long, each second stretched to infinity. Su Jingwan counted her breaths until distant footsteps faded down the corridor. She snapped, “Now!” She threw herself sideways, her shoulder muscles exploding with force. The knot at her wrist snapped loose under the momentum, the barbed hemp rope scraping her skin, leaving searing, stinging marks. Almost simultaneously, a heavy thud echoed from Su Jingxin's side as the fire hydrant's glass shattered, water gushing out with a roar. Su Jingwan lunged toward the cardboard pile, using her newly freed hands to tear at the ropes binding Su Jingxin. The rough hemp rope scraped painfully against her palms, but she dared not pause—rapid footsteps were already approaching in the corridor. “Hurry!” Su Jingxin's wrist finally broke free. Both women lunged toward the storage room's side door, a blind spot on the surveillance feed. Just as the doorknob turned, a blinding beam of light swept across them, forcing their eyes shut. Su Jingwan instinctively pulled Su Jingxin behind her, only to be caught squarely by a net gun. The high-strength nylon net instantly tightened, binding them both tightly together like two captured prey. This time, their captor showed no patience. Coarse rope was tightened far more severely than before, leaving deep indentations on Su Jingwan's ribs. Her wrists were pinned behind her back, bound together with Su Jingxin's, their fingertips brushing against each other's cold, sweaty palms. This time, they were secured to the central workbench in the lab, surrounded by scattered instruments. The chill from the cold surface seeped through their thin combat suits, sending a bone-deep ache through them. “Why bother?” The deep female voice sounded again as the speaker secured their ankles with tape. “I only intended to wait until dawn to hand you over to security. Now it seems I'll have to call the general manager.” Su Jingwan's teeth chattered, yet she could only watch helplessly as the other woman returned the “Stardust Tears” to its display case. The click of the lock turning felt like a verdict on their failure. Su Jingxin's fingers lightly brushed the back of her hand from behind, sending a signal of reassurance. Su Jingwan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down—the edge of the control panel had a protruding section with an unusually sharp corner. When she’d been caught in the net earlier, her pant leg seemed to have brushed against it. “Left, three centimeters.” She nudged Su Jingxin’s ankle gently with her toe, her voice low as a whisper.

Han Ruyan gasped, trying to close her coat, but the man held her arm firmly in place. Passengers in the surrounding first-class seats turned to look, their eyes filled with surprise and curiosity. “So it's not just decoration—it's hemp rope,” the man remarked with a teasing tone. He pulled a coil of black hemp rope from his briefcase, thicker than the one Han Ruyan wore and appearing more professionally crafted. “Looks like we're kindred spirits. I'm a seasoned SM enthusiast myself. Never imagined I'd meet a fellow enthusiast on a flight.” Han Ruyan's body trembled uncontrollably. She struggled desperately, trying to break free from the man's grip. “Sir, please let go of me! This is a professional setting. Please respect me!” “Respect?” The man sneered coldly. His strength was immense as he forced her arms behind her back. "You're wearing this kind of ‘equipment’ to work. Do you really need respect? Today, I'll show you what truly professional bondage looks like.“ He gestured to two men watching nearby: ”Want to help? Hold her down. Afterwards, I'll treat you to Guangzhou's finest club." The two men exchanged glances, then rose with smiles, pinning Han Ruyan's shoulders and legs to immobilize her. The man picked up black hemp rope and began winding it around Han Ruyan's body. His technique was exceptionally skilled; the rope darted swiftly through his hands, quickly forming intricate knots across her upper body. The knots pressed tightly against her skin, tighter than the diamond-shaped bondage Mai Sheng had requested, almost restricting her breathing. Next, he extended the rope to her legs, looping it around her knees and binding her legs tightly together, leaving only ankle movement. This forced her into a humiliating kneeling position. “That's more like it. Professional bondage demands a professional posture.” The man clapped his hands in satisfaction, pulling a black leather gag from his briefcase. The gag featured a circular hole precisely sized to clamp over her mouth. He forced Han Ruyan to open her lips, securing the gag against her face. The strap fastened tightly behind her head, silencing her speech and reducing her to muffled “Mmm” sounds. A man beside him, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, chuckled. “Mr. Wang, your skills are getting more professional by the day. This stewardess seems like she plays often—she's got quite the gear collection.” “You bet,” chimed in another, a heavyset man. “Look at her crotch—there's something there. A vibrator, maybe?” He reached under Han Ruyan's uniform skirt, pinpointing the vibrator's location. With a firm press of the device's button, it instantly surged to maximum intensity. The pulsing vibrations spread through her body, causing Han Ruyan to jerk violently. “It really is a vibrator,” the plump man chuckled even more heartily. "Mr. Wang, why not blindfold her too? Her stockings would work perfectly. Grey stockings over her eyes—that'll be quite the sensation." The man nodded. He tore open Han Ruyan's grey stockings—the fabric was thin and ripped easily. He twisted the torn stocking into a strip, draped it over her eyes, and tied it securely behind her head with a cord. Instantly, Han Ruyan was plunged into darkness. She could only perceive her surroundings through sound and touch. She heard the passengers' hooting laughter, felt the intense vibrations of the vibrator, and smelled the faint cigar scent on the man's body. Yet she couldn't break free from her bonds, left entirely at their mercy. “Alright, now let's put her in the aisle for everyone to ‘appreciate’.” The man directed his two assistants to drag Han Ruyan into the aisle between first class and economy, forcing her to kneel exposed to every passenger's gaze. Economy passengers, drawn by the commotion, craned their necks to look. Some pulled out phones to snap photos, others whispered in hushed tones, and a few even whistled. “Look at her like this—does she even resemble a flight attendant anymore? She's nothing but a plaything.” “No wonder she seemed so strange during service earlier. Turns out she was hiding these things on her body. How shameless.” “I bet she did it on purpose to attract rich men. Getting caught now? Serves her right.” The barrage of humiliating remarks stabbed at Han Ruyan's heart like knives. She struggled desperately to stand, but the ropes held her fast. All she could do was writhe in place, emitting muffled “woo-woo” sounds. The vibrator's maximum intensity made her body increasingly unbearable. The rope around her chest choked her nearly to the point of suffocation. Saliva pooled in the gag, dripping down her chin onto the aisle carpet, intensifying her shame. The man called “Mr. Wang” crouched down, leaning close to Han Ruyan's ear, his tone laced with threat: Stop struggling. The more you fight, the more everyone enjoys watching. If you cooperate, I might let you off after the plane lands. But if you keep resisting, I'll post your photos online for everyone to see your ‘true face.’" Han Ruyan's body froze instantly. She knew Wang Zong meant every word. Once those photos hit the web, she wouldn't just lose her job—she'd bring shame upon her family, and Mai Sheng wouldn't let her off either. She ceased struggling, lying prone in the aisle. Her body trembled slightly from the vibrator's stimulation and the shame gnawing at her heart. Tears streamed down her cheeks, yet she could only endure it all in silence.