Beautiful girls, trained and tamed into decadent bitches in heat~

Luna, the Starlight Maiden. In the city of light, this name was synonymous with sanctity and hope. She was not merely beautiful, but "perfect." The holy light seemed to have sculpted every inch of her golden ratio by hand. Before becoming a magical girl, she was the most dazzling pearl in the noble academy. She possessed a cascade of moon-white hair that flowed like a waterfall, shimmering with iridescent hues under the sun. Her eyes were the azure of the sky, so clear they held not a single impurity, framed by long, curled lashes like butterfly wings. And her body was a masterpiece bestowed by the gods. Her height was just right, around 1.68 meters, giving her both the delicate charm of a maiden and the graceful length of a woman. Her skin was like the finest white jade, delicate and smooth, as if it would ooze water with the slightest pinch. Her breasts were a full and firm C+ cup, perfectly hemispherical in shape, with areolas the most tender cherry blossom pink, untouched by experience. Her waist was so slender it could be held in a single grasp, her abdomen flat, with faint abdominal muscles appearing and disappearing under the bathing of holy light, outlining a breathtaking waist-to-hip ratio. And her hips were the proudest peach shape, perky and rounded, impossible to conceal even in the most conservative uniform, revealing their fatal curve. Her legs were long and straight, her thighs full and elastic, her calves smoothly contoured, her ankles slender, and her feet were petite and exquisite, each toe as round and lovely as a pearl. When she transformed into "Starlight Maiden," this perfect body was encased in a sacred battle suit—a tight bodice and a pleated mini-skirt woven from moonlight threads, predominantly white and pink. The bodice clung tightly to her full bosom, squeezing the sacred cleavage into an even deeper abyss; the skirt was extremely short, and with every leap and battle, as the hem flew up, one could glimpse the ultimate scenery of her absolute territory, wrapped in white lace. Luna took almost sacred pride in her body and her power. She disdained all filth and loathed all darkness. Her heart, just like her body, was pure and immaculate, not to be violated. Until that day. Morgrath, the Shadow Lord, grew tired of souls he could capture so easily. What he craved was the noblest, purest "sacred body." Luna, naturally, became his sole prey. He fabricated an illusion of an "dark energy source" erupting in the city's underground magical nexus. Luna, without hesitation, went alone. She was too confident, so confident it bordered on arrogance. She believed her "starlight" could purify everything. As she stepped into the core of the nexus array, the familiar, pure magical energy made her drop all her defenses. "Starlight Purification!" she cried, raising her wand, ready to unleash her power. At that moment, Morgrath's voice echoed through the underground palace, laced with a mocking smile: "Purify? No, my dear saintess, you will be my 'offering'." The runes on the ground instantly shifted from sacred silver-white to evil dark purple! "What?!" Luna realized she had been tricked, but it was too late. Dozens of black chains, shimmering with anti-magic runes, shot out from the shadows in all directions. "Starlight Shield!" she shouted, and a pale pink shield rose in response. However, these chains were no ordinary objects. They were "Soul-Binding Chains" meticulously forged by Morgrath from "Abyssal Iron" and "Wailing Woman's Hair." "Bang!" The shield held for less than three seconds before shattering. "No!" Luna let out a cry of disbelief. The chains, like living creatures, like the most greedy vipers, instantly wrapped around her perfect body. They did not bind her roughly, but in an extremely exquisite, extremely erotic manner. One chain precisely coiled around her neck, not enough to suffocate her, but forcing her elegant swan neck to arch back slightly, exposing her vulnerable throat. Two chains locked onto her wrists, hoisting them high and pulling them apart. Two thicker chains wrapped around the roots of her thighs, forcefully pulling her long legs apart to the sides, fixing them in mid-air. Her entire body was stretched into a humiliating "big" shape, suspended in the center of the array. And what caused her the most shame and indignation were the paths of several other chains. A thin chain passed behind her back, looped around to her chest, and tightened firmly beneath her breasts, lifting her full, sacred mounds into an exaggerated arc that seemed unable to bear the weight. The flesh of her breasts was squeezed and slightly deformed, and the two cherry-pink buds shamefully protruded beneath the taut battle suit. Another chain passed through her crotch, tightening firmly into the crevice of her most private area, wrapped in lace panties. The cold touch of metal, through the thin fabric, rubbed against her sacred place, which had never been touched. "Ah!" This sudden humiliation was far more unbearable than pain. Her magical battle suit, under this restraint, outlined her "already sexy and perfect figure" to its fullest. Every curve was stretched taut, appearing even more erotic and alluring. "Let me go! You despicable... ugh..." The anti-magic runes began to take effect, a burning sensation spreading, and more importantly, the magic within her was rapidly draining away. "No... my power..." "Hush." Morgrath slowly emerged from the shadows. His handsome face wore a smile like an art connoisseur admiring a masterpiece. "Don't waste your strength, my saintess. From now on, your only power is to please me." Luna's eyes were filled with "shame and indignation" and "unwillingness." Her noble head was forced down, her moon-white hair falling messily, sweat and tears mixing together. "You wish! I will never surrender to darkness!" she roared with all her might, but her voice, in the vast underground palace, sounded only weak and powerless. "Surrender?" Morgrath chuckled. "No, you will 'crave' it." Morgrath took her back to his dungeon. Unlike the dark and dampness one might imagine, it was more like a luxurious, decadent museum. Violet velvet carpets, Gothic furniture, and the air filled with the scent of leather, red wine, and a strange sweetness. Luna's consciousness had fallen into a coma after her magic was drained. When she awoke, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar environment. She was no longer suspended by chains, but fixed to a cold, metallic-looking humanoid restraint. This was an exquisite BDSM device. Her wrists and ankles were separated and secured to the four corners of a metal frame, her body stretched into an "X" shape. Her neck was fixed by a padded collar, allowing her only to look straight ahead. And before her was a massive floor-to-ceiling mirror. In the mirror was the most disheveled, most humiliating sight of her life.

"Material... exquisite. Just too 'noisy'." Lin Qian... wanted to "mute" her. He wanted to replicate... that... "harness-style inflatable gag"! "Mmm...?!" Jingūji Shion's mouth... was forced open by a surge of immense force! A... gag with a complex gothic silver-trimmed leather strap and... a "black airbag"... was "constructed" onto her face! "Mmph mmph mmph! (No!)" That "airbag"... was brutally... shoved into her mouth! "Pff... hiss..." A miniature "air pump"... began... to "inflate"! "Gag... mmm... gurgle...!!" Jingūji Shion's eyes... snapped wide open! The airbag... inside her mouth... was expanding madly! It filled... every corner... It pressed against her tongue... It blocked her throat... It stretched her cheeks... until they deformed! She... could no longer make any sound. She... could no longer swallow. She... could not even... breathe! She could only... through her nostrils... emit weak "hiss... hiss..." gasps! Saliva... mixed with tears... poured out madly... from the corners of her mouth, stretched to their limit! "Ah... this is 'moonlight'... 'tranquility'." Lin Qian said with rapture. Then... it was her "hands". Those... slender and nimble... "works of art" that played the piano. "Click! Click!" Her hands... were forcibly... pulled behind her by "straps" that appeared out of nowhere! "Hands tied behind the back... too 'cliché'." Lin Qian's will... made her... maintain a... "praying" posture. Hands clasped together... tied behind her back. Then... a set of... "single-handcuff" restraints... was "constructed"! Encasing her... clasped hands... tightly... from wrists to elbows... "sealed"! "(My hands... my hands...!)" Her mind... shattered. For a pianist, this was worse than death. "Finally... the 'display'." Lin Qian's will... made her... kneel before that... black grand piano. No... "prone". Her limbs... were forcibly secured by "straps". Her waist... was forced down by a "mechanical support". Her snow-white, round buttocks... clad in black lace panties (included with the set)... were raised high... directly facing... the music classroom's... (though locked, visible from outside)... glass window. "Mmm... mmph mmph mmph...!" Jingūji Shion... this "high-and-mighty flower"... was "constructed" in this... most humiliating, most erotic, most exposed posture... A complex "T-crotch strap" and "chastity device structure"... layer by layer... bound and tightened! The "most crucial" strap... deeply... dug into her virgin... secret garden... Lin Qian even "gifted" her... a... "anal bead ponytail"! "Pfft..." "Ahhhhhhhh—!!!" (Silent, expressed only through violent body convulsions) Cold, strings of "anal beads"... were forcibly... inserted into her rear... Finally... a long, black... "ponytail"... dangled down. "(No... dirty... so dirty... so shameful... someone... kill me...)" Her pride... was utterly trampled. Lin Qian... on her collar (part of the inflatable gag)... branded his "signature": "Lin Qian's 'Moonlight Bitch' (Collection No. 2)". "Now then... 'doll'... it's time to go home." A... "Gothic velvet leash" with a "silver chain"... was "constructed" out of thin air and attached to her collar. The rope... "floated" up. "Mmm...?" (She remained in that shameful "prone kneeling" posture.) The leash... began... to "drift" towards the door. "(No... don't...)" She... was being "dragged"! Her hands were tied behind her back, she couldn't use her elbows for support like Kudo Akari! She could only... use her "knees"... and her "face"... (or rather, chin)... on the ground... extremely... pathetically... "wriggle"! "(No... it hurts... so shameful...)" Her proud, snow-white face... was forced... to rub... on the cold, dusty... floor! Her "Gothic Lolita" short skirt... because of this posture... was lifted high... Her "buttocks"... wearing the "chastity device" and "ponytail anal plug"... just like that... high... pouted... all the way... "wriggling"... "Mmm... mmm... gurgle..." The "inflatable gag" in her mouth... was stretched even fuller by her struggles... she was suffocating... She... dared not... struggle anymore. She... could only... like a... pathetic, injured, Gothic "bug"... being pulled by that... "floating", elegant "velvet rope"...

"Beep! Obstacle mode activated!" A series of mechanical arms suddenly rose in front of the treadmill, each adorned with large, lubricant-slicked rubber dildos. She had to skillfully crawl, weave, or duck under these "obstacles" at high speed. Each collision with a dildo would instantly increase the power of the anal plug inside her by one level. Mingli gritted her teeth, her tongue pulled painfully by the gag, desperately controlling her body's balance and direction. Sweat streamed into her eyes, blurring her vision. She could only rely on instinct and sensation to evade. However, an unexpected jolt threw her off balance, and her hips slammed heavily against the largest dildo, which began to spray a milky white fluid. "Mmmph—!!!!!" An uncontrollable cry, a mixture of intense pain, shame, and extreme pleasure, burst from her lips. Through the gaps of the gag, it echoed through the exhibition hall with a wild, lewd resonance. The anal plug's power surged to its maximum setting, like a high-speed drill churning and penetrating her deepest core. The suction cups, as if sensing her body's collapse, began their most frenzied, powerful suction and high-speed vibration, as if to forcibly extract every last drop of milk from her breasts. Mingli's body convulsed and twitched violently, like an overloaded engine, her muscles trembling uncontrollably. Her natural lubrication gushed out like a dam breaking, flowing down the insides of her thighs, instantly soaking the memory foam pad beneath her knees, and dripping onto the constantly rotating treadmill belt, mixing with sweat and saliva into a lewd, sweet, and sticky stain. Her consciousness went blank amidst the extreme pleasure, leaving only a shell enveloped by pleasure, manipulated by the machine, mechanically and violently spasming. Her once fit body, bathed in sunlight, had completely degenerated into a pornographic engine of motion, controlled by lust and shame. Her curves, bound and accentuated to be even more taut and sexy, appeared so alluring yet so tragic under the sheen of sweat and bodily fluids. (III) Sasaki Yuko: The Doll-like Collapse of Pure White The pet interaction zone in Area C was a slaughterhouse of innocence and depravity. Sasaki Yuko, once the pure class representative whose smile could melt ice, was now confined within a pink, childishly decorated pet cage. However, the scene inside the cage was the most vicious mockery of "childish fun." Yuko was dressed in an extremely vulgar "pure bunny girl" outfit. The main color was pure white, accented with pink lace, making her look as pure as a doll. But the details betrayed everything: the upper body was a white bandeau crop top, made with minimal fabric, barely covering her small but beautifully shaped breasts. The edge of the bandeau was layered with pink lace, pushing her cleavage into a tantalizing peek. Even more vulgar was the attached belly tie, held by thin transparent straps. Beneath the straps was a heart-shaped transparent plastic piece, positioned just above her flat abdomen. The words "Master's Little Doe" were printed on the plastic, with a small hole beneath the text

Su Qingying's mental defenses had already crumbled during the first "forced orgasm." All that remained was for Lin Qian to "sculpt" her according to his "blueprint." She was forced to learn "obedience." She learned to crawl like a "bitch," to immediately wag her tail (though it was a butt plug) when she heard the name "Number 17." She learned to "dine" from a "dog bowl" (her mouth, stretched open by a gag, could only passively accept the infusion of liquid food). She learned how to "please" her master—using her mouth, fixed by the gag and tongue spreader, to "serve" Lin Qian's erect desire; using her rear, "developed" by the butt plug, to accept the "master's" "gift." She also learned how to "excrete." She was trained into a "living toilet." She could only "relieve herself" at times and places permitted by Lin Qian (a specially designed "pet toilet"). If she dared to "foul" her "dog kennel," the current from her collar would teach her what "punishment" meant. Her body had been thoroughly "developed." Her private parts and rear had become accustomed to the intrusion of various foreign objects. Her nipples became erect at the slightest touch, even leaking precum at a mere glance from Lin Qian. Her mind had also been completely "reshaped." She no longer thought of "escape"; that was too distant. She thought of how to "obey" to avoid the terrifying electrode pads; how to "please" to receive a small "reward" of pleasure (Lin Qian would make her orgasm with a vibrator as a reward for her "good performance"). Her "complex inner world" (shame, indignation, unwillingness) had been completely worn away by day after day of mechanical training. Only... numb "obedience" remained. Lin Qian was very satisfied with her "progress." Thus, he "rewarded" her—with more, more playful, and more lewd **"outfits"** to "adorn" her. That K9 suit was her "daily wear." When Lin Qian "appraised" her, she would be changed into others. Cute style: A pink, fluffy "cat outfit." The front had only two small pieces of fabric covering her nipples, with an open crotch in the back. She would be fitted with cat ears and a collar (with a bell), wear "cat paw" gloves (still locked into a fist), and have a curled cat tail butt plug inserted into her rear. She was required to crawl on the ground, making "meow... meow..." sounds. Sexy style: A black, high-slit "cheongsam" that went up to her waist. The fabric was semi-transparent lace, with the frog buttons undone, revealing the ropes of a Shibari harness and vibrating nipple clamps. She would be forced into a **"single-leg suspension"** pose, hung in mid-air like a lewd "work of art." Playful style: A classic "French maid" outfit. But beneath the apron, there was nothing. She was required to be on all fours, using her tongue, pulled out by a tongue spreader, to "lick" the floor (of course, the floor was spotless), fulfilling her "maid" duties. Pornographic style: A classic "bunny girl" ensemble. The black leotard cinched her figure into curves, her breasts pushed high. A large, fluffy bunny tail butt plug was inserted into her rear. She would be forced to wear bunny ears, and in her hands (bound by gloves), she would hold a giant, carrot-shaped dildo, which she would insert into herself under Lin Qian's command. Exhibitionist style: This couldn't even be called "clothing." Lin Qian would use the most complex **"Japanese rope art," such as "Bansai-gari,"** to bind her naked body into an M-shaped spread-leg posture. Then, he would "decorate" her with various body chains, jewelry, nipple clamps, and clitoral clamps. She, Su Qingying, had completely become Lin Qian's "plaything" and "mannequin." Her soul was dead.

"Welcome to the real stage, my little kitten," Lin Qian's voice echoed from the depths of the stage. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, he slowly approached Xia Youran, who was secured to another frame. Her bunny girl outfit had transformed into a pink latex bodysuit, its deep V-neckline plunging to her navel, fully exposing Xia Youran's magnificent cleavage. Her legs were forced apart, the latex on her inner thighs deeply creased by the ropes, forming a suffocating M-shaped spread. Su Xiaotang tried to struggle, only to find her hands tightly encased in latex gloves, resembling boxing mitts, making it impossible to even bend her fingers. To her horror, the latex suit seemed to writhe like a living creature, crawling up her arms. Within seconds, the sleeves merged with the torso, forming a one-piece restraint that firmly bound her arms behind her back. The latex contracted with just the right amount of pressure, neither cutting into her skin nor failing to perfectly accentuate her voluptuous curves beneath her 162cm height—her waist was cinched astonishingly, and her firm buttocks were stretched into perfect spheres by the latex. "Mmph... Let me go!" Su Xiaotang's roar turned into a whimper as the collar of the suit suddenly tightened. The latex collar curled upwards, transforming into a gag stuffed into her mouth, completely silencing her words. She could only catch a glimpse of Lin Qian approaching Xia Youran from the corner of her eye, a coil of cold, gleaming rope in his hand. "Tonight's art requires a sense of ritual," Lin Qian's voice held a hypnotic magic. He skillfully wrapped the rope around Xia Youran, first under her armpits, crossing behind her back, then tightening it around her latex-covered waist. The rope snaked through the base of her thighs, pulling upwards to secure her legs in the M-shaped spread. Each knot was tied at the latex joints, rendering Xia Youran incapable of even the slightest movement. "No... don't..." Xia Youran's whimpers were muffled by the gag. Her body trembled slightly under the restraint of the ropes, the friction of the latex against her sensitive skin sending shivers through her. Lin Qian seemed to relish her resistance, his fingers lightly tracing the knots on her abdomen, tightening the ropes with each touch. When it was Su Xiaotang's turn, Lin Qian employed a more brutal "horse-bound" technique. Four ropes extended from her shoulders and hips, secured to the four corners of the metal frame. The ropes formed a crisscross pattern on the surface of the latex suit, each intersection digging into her skin, causing sharp stabs of pain. Most humiliatingly, the latex suit, pulled by the ropes, squeezed her breasts into two plump mounds, her nipples hardening into tempting protrusions beneath the latex. "See, what a beautiful picture," Lin Qian stepped back a few paces, admiring the fully restrained pair. The stage lights suddenly shifted, and countless spotlights projected from behind the one-way mirror, illuminating their bodies with stark clarity. Su Xiaotang could feel countless burning gazes from behind the glass, like countless hands caressing her skin. Lin Qian picked up a small silver device and pressed a switch. Su Xiaotang immediately felt a vibration within the latex suit, an electric current stimulating her from her breasts to her lower abdomen. Even more terrifying, countless tiny tendrils extended from the inner lining of the latex suit, gently caressing her nipples and the sensitive skin between her legs. "Ah... mmph..." Su Xiaotang's body arched uncontrollably, her breasts, bound by the ropes, trembling violently with the vibrations. She bit down hard on the gag, trying to suppress any shameful moans, but the pleasure surged in waves, overwhelming her reason. From the corner of her eye, she saw Xia Youran's situation was even more dire—she was suspended in mid-air, ropes hanging from the ceiling, secured to her ankles and wrists. The latex suit clung to her body under the force of gravity, fully revealing her tall frame. An electric breast pump was attached to her breasts, emitting a faint hum. "The little rabbit is quite sensitive," Lin Qian's voice was laced with amusement. He walked behind Xia Youran, a dildo with metal beads in his hand, and slowly inserted it into her anus. Xia Youran's body jolted violently, the ropes tightening with a faint creaking sound. The breast pump's suction suddenly increased, and milky white liquid was drawn from her nipples, sliding down the surface of the latex suit. Su Xiaotang's vision blurred with tears, but her body's reaction intensified. The tendrils inside the latex suit began to twitch rhythmically, stimulating her most secret parts. She could feel her inner thighs becoming slick, the latex material amplifying this sense of shame tenfold. Even more terrifying, the latex suit suddenly tightened, binding her legs together in a perfect "crab bind" position—ropes extended from the base of her thighs, crossed at her waist, and finally secured to her arms. This position exposed her most private areas completely to the air, without any covering. "Want it?" Lin Qian whispered in her ear, his fingers caressing the inner thighs of her latex-covered legs. Su Xiaotang shook her head frantically, but her body's betrayal made her unable to control her writhing. The tendrils inside the latex suit seemed to sense her movements, accelerating their vibrations, directly targeting the core between her legs. "No... please..." she pleaded silently, but the gag turned her words into indistinct whimpers. Lin Qian seemed to enjoy this resistance, lightly pinching her sensitive nipples. The latex suit immediately tightened, bringing a sharp sting. This pain, far from stopping her pleasure, acted as a catalyst, making her body even more uncontrollable. "See, your body is telling the truth," Lin Qian's voice was gentle yet cruel. He pressed the remote control, and the latex suit on Su Xiaotang's body suddenly transformed. The latex covering her chest and buttocks retracted upwards, becoming two ring-like restraints that tightly encircled the base of her breasts. The lower part of the latex suit became a T-string, delving between her legs, exposing her private parts completely to the air. Most humiliatingly, the latex suit formed an opening at her waist, revealing her cleanly shaven private parts, every tiny fold visible. "Ah... mmph..." Su Xiaotang's moans finally broke free from the gag. She shamefully closed her eyes, but her body's reaction intensified. The vibrations within the latex suit continued, like countless hands caressing her entire body. She could feel her lower abdomen tightening, the premonition of orgasm surging like a tide. Just as she was about to break, Lin Qian suddenly turned off all vibrations. "No... don't stop..." Su Xiaotang let out a desperate whimper. Her body's desire had overwhelmed all shame; she even began to actively writhe, trying to find the lost pleasure. Lin Qian merely watched her with a smile, his fingers caressing her latex-covered cheek. "Now, let's add something to the little rabbit," he walked over to Xia Youran, the dildo in his hand began to thrust, and the breast pump's suction was turned to maximum. Xia Youran's body trembled violently, the ropes leaving new marks on the latex surface. Her moans grew louder, eventually turning into screams of uncontrolled ecstasy. Su Xiaotang watched her best friend being utterly played with, a wave of fear washing over her—she knew she would soon be the same. Lin Qian seemed to notice her fear and turned towards her. He pressed a button on his remote, and the latex suit on Su Xiaotang's body suddenly transformed. The original T-string became a thick anal plug, inserted into her anus. Tiny tendrils extended from the opening of the latex suit, gently caressing her private parts. Simultaneously, the vibrations within the latex suit reactivated, this time at double the previous intensity. "Ah... mmph... no..." Su Xiaotang's body trembled violently, the ropes rubbing against the latex surface, causing waves of stinging pain. Pleasure surged through her body like an electric current; she could even feel her nipples hardening beneath the restraint of the latex rings. Lin Qian's fingers caressed her waist, and with each touch, the latex suit tightened, cinching her body into even more alluring curves. "Remember this feeling," Lin Qian's voice sounded in her ear, "Your body belongs here, it belongs to me." His fingers suddenly probed between her legs, directly stimulating her most sensitive areas. Su Xiaotang's body arched violently, the ropes tightening with a piercing friction. Pleasure surged like a broken dam, overwhelming her reason; she could even feel the tendrils inside the latex suit sucking at her nectar. "Ah... Lin Qian... mmph..." She finally called out his name, her voice trembling with pleasure. Lin Qian seemed satisfied with her surrender, his fingers moving with greater skill. Su Xiaotang's body writhed violently under the restraint of the ropes, the latex suit rubbing against her sensitive skin, eliciting shivers. The premonition of orgasm grew stronger, like a storm about to engulf her entire being. Just then, Lin Qian suddenly withdrew his fingers and turned off all vibrations. Su Xiaotang's body froze, gasping for breath. She could feel the lingering embers of desire deep within her body, but all stimulation had vanished. She glared at Lin Qian, her eyes filled with shame and anger. "Not enough?" Lin Qian smiled, and with a gentle press of the remote control, the vibrations within Su Xiaotang's latex suit reactivated, this time at ten times the previous intensity. Simultaneously, tiny tendrils extended from the opening of the latex suit, delving deep into her body. She could even feel the latex suit contracting, like a giant hand caressing her entire body.

Four mechanical arms descended from the ceiling, while simultaneously, eight restraint pillars rose from the metal floor beneath Su Qingying. "No! What are you doing!" Ignoring her struggles, the mechanical arms seized her limbs, forcibly contorting her into a "big" character shape, face down, with her buttocks arched high. This was the mechanical version of the **"Four Horsemen Restraint."** Her body was stretched completely open, her private parts and rear (the butt plug still inserted) exposed to the air without concealment. "Cleaning the 'collection' is the first step to being archived." Lin Qian picked up a high-pressure water gun (filled with warm water mixed with disinfectant and a cooling agent), aiming it at her muddy, secluded valley... "Aaaahhh—! No! Dirty! Woo woo..." The icy stream of water forcibly washed over her most intimate areas, the chilling stimulation causing her body to convulse with shame. Cleaning, enema (the butt plug was removed and replaced with a thicker enema tube), drying... Su Qingying's will was crushed for the second time in this "purification" process. She was like a fish on a cutting board, being "processed" at will. When it was all over, she was released by the mechanical arms and knelt on the ground on all fours again, her eyes already beginning to glaze over. "Very good, now, let's put on your 'new clothes'." Lin Qian pushed over a clothes rack. It wasn't clothes. It was... described in the user material, the custom-made, utterly humiliating **"K9 Dog Suit"** for her. "No... don't want that..." she pleaded in a voice as thin as a mosquito's. "This is your 'uniform', Number 17." Lin Qian cruelly began the "dressing." Step one: Folding the limbs. He grabbed her calves and forcibly folded them upwards, using leather straps to bind her lower legs tightly to her thighs. Then her arms, her forearms and upper arms were bound together. "Ah! Pain!" Su Qingying instantly lost her balance, forced to land on her knees and elbows. Step two: Donning the "protective gear." Lin Qian fitted four black knee pads and elbow pads, lined with memory foam, onto her knees and elbows. "This will protect you, allowing you to crawl longer," he said with a smile. "Of course, as you feared, even with protection, you'll still feel a dull ache, constantly reminding you... of your humiliating 'pet' status." Step three: Restraint and pleasure (Kagomari Shibari). He picked up black Japanese ropes and began to weave the renowned **"Kagomari Shibari"** onto her naked body! The ropes tightened around her shoulders and beneath her chest, creating a lewd diamond shape on her D-cup breasts. The knots precisely pressed her acupoints, sending waves of numbness through her body. The ropes wrapped around her waist, forming a "V" shape above her private parts, exposing her clitoris even more prominently. Step four: Adornment and humiliation. He put black latex gloves on her, then forcibly clenched her hands into fists, locking them with leather straps. Then, he connected the metal rings on the gloves to the Kagomari Shibari knot on her chest with ropes! "Ah... Mmm!" Su Qingying's body trembled. She shamefully discovered that any movement of her elbows while crawling, or any slight struggle, would tug on the ropes, pulling the knot on her chest and consequently stimulating her incredibly sensitive nipples! "Like it? This is called 'linked pleasure'," Lin Qian explained cruelly. Next, he took out the T-shaped, semi-transparent latex thong and forcibly put it on her. The thin string dug deeply into her butt crack and between her labia, rubbing against her most sensitive clitoris. Then, the furry, black **"Dog Tail Butt Plug."** "No... don't... there... Ahhh!" The butt plug, thicker than the "Predator" prototype, was coated in lubricant by Lin Qian and forcefully inserted into her recently "purified" rear! "Wuwuwu..." The humiliation of being filled with a foreign object caused her body to convulse. Step five: Head (K9 Mask and Gag). Lin Qian picked up the black dog mask, adorned with two cute, floppy dog ears. "No... I'm not a dog..." Lin Qian ignored her, forcibly placing the mask on her head, leaving only her tear-filled, desperate eyes visible. Finally... the most humiliating prop. A metal **"Open Mouth Gag."** "Open your mouth." "Mmm... (No)..." Lin Qian pinched her chin, forcibly inserting the gag and stretching her mouth open as wide as possible. This wasn't the end. He took out a specially made "tongue clamp," inserted it into her mouth, clamped onto her tender pink tongue, and then... forcibly pulled her tongue out, fixing it to the lower edge of the gag! "Mmm... Ugh... Hck..." Su Qingying's tongue was forced out, unable to retract. Her mouth was forced open, unable to close. The "Piano Princess" she had once prided herself on, her elegance... had now become a "bitch" with folded limbs, bound in Kagomari Shibari, with a tail inserted, wearing a dog mask, her tongue forced out, naked (the semi-transparent latex thong and ropes were as good as nothing).

"Don't worry, we have plenty of time," the dark wizard seemed to read her thoughts. "Soon you'll discover that submission is far more pleasurable than resistance." He commanded the tentacles to release her bonds, only to immediately bind her in a new way. This time it was the "Crab Embrace," her limbs twisted into an unnatural angle, leaving her lying on the ground like a bound crustacean. "This is to teach you to hold a pose," the dark wizard explained. "A good plaything knows how to present herself." Aelia tried to struggle, but the new restraints rendered her completely immobile. She was like a human doll, at the mercy of the dark wizard and his tentacles. This utter helplessness filled her with dread, but strangely, also brought a sense of relief – if she couldn't resist, perhaps submission would be easier. The moment the thought crossed her mind, she felt a wave of self-loathing. As a mage, she should never give up, not consider yielding to evil. But the physical memory was so vivid. The feeling of being overwhelmed by pleasure, the temporary oblivion of orgasm, was like poison eroding her will. The dark wizard seemed pleased by the struggle in her eyes. He gently stroked her hair, his touch surprisingly tender. "Rest now," he said. "We'll continue tomorrow." Aelia closed her eyes, tears falling again. She knew this was only the beginning, and a deeper descent awaited her. Time in the dungeon seemed to lose all meaning. Aelia could no longer recall how long she had been imprisoned, only that each session of training left a deep imprint on her body and soul. When she regained consciousness again, she found herself confined in a specially made cage, so small she could only curl her body. "Good morning, my little bitch," the dark wizard's voice came from outside the cage, laced with an unsettling gentleness. Aelia flinched instinctively. The reaction surprised even herself – at some point, her body had begun to respond to this voice before her mind could. "Today is a special day," the dark wizard opened the cage door. "It's time to give you a formal identity." Tentacles slithered in, dragging her out of the cage. Unlike before, these tentacles secreted a translucent mucus that quickly solidified on her body, forming a special outfit. To her horror, Aelia discovered that this outfit was folding and binding her limbs – her thighs and calves were tightly bound together, and her upper and lower arms were also secured, forcing her to support herself only on her elbows and knees. "No... don't do this..." she pleaded desperately, but the tentacles showed no sign of stopping. Protective padding made of memory foam covered her elbows and knees, offering some cushioning, but every movement brought a dull ache. The pain wasn't severe, but it was a constant reminder of her humiliating status. "From now on, this is how you will move," the dark wizard crouched down, meeting her gaze. "Crawl on all fours. It suits your new identity." Aelia tried to stand, but her folded and bound limbs made it impossible to straighten. She could only awkwardly support herself on her elbows and knees, prostrate on the ground like an animal. The realization filled her with shame and fury, tears instantly blurring her vision. What was even harder to accept was the subsequent attire. A pair of dog ears were placed on her head, followed by a dog mask that covered half her face. Latex gloves forced her hands into fists, metal rings on the gloves connecting to the knots of the turtle shell binding on her body. She soon discovered that every crawl would tug at the ropes around her chest and groin, bringing waves of shameful pleasure. "Look at this," the dark wizard picked up a collar, a tag hanging from it engraved with "Dark Wizard's Bitch." "Do you like your new name?" Aelia shook her head violently, but the collar was securely fastened around her neck. The cold touch of the metal sent a shiver through her. The most devastating was the installation of the gag. This special device pulled her tongue out, forcing her to maintain a posture of an open mouth with her tongue extended. Saliva dripped uncontrollably from the tip of her tongue, forming a small puddle on the ground. "It's perfectly normal for a good bitch to drool," the dark wizard chuckled, stroking her head as if she were a real pet. Aelia's heart was filled with humiliation and defiance. She remembered her former identity – a respected mage, the pride of the academy. Now, she was crawling on the ground like a dog, her most basic dignity stripped away. This stark contrast drove her to the brink of madness. But what was more terrifying was that after weeks of training, her body had begun to adapt to this humiliation. When the dark wizard ordered her to crawl, her body instinctively began to move. The slight pain from her elbows and knees rubbing against the ground intertwined with the pleasure from the ropes, creating a strange sensation. "Very good, learning quickly," the dark wizard watched her clumsy crawling with satisfaction. Just then, Aelia felt a surge of heat between her legs. To her horror, she discovered that while crawling, she had actually become aroused by the friction of the ropes. This bodily reaction to humiliation filled her with deep self-loathing. "It seems your body is far more honest than your mind," the dark wizard clearly noticed her change. In the following days, Aelia underwent systematic bitch training. She was forced to learn to express her needs with barks, eat in specific postures, and even relieve herself in designated spots. Each training session was accompanied by electric shock punishments and pleasure rewards, gradually reshaping her behavior patterns. What she found most unbearable was the toilet training. When the dark wizard ordered her to defecate like a dog in the designated spot, she resisted fiercely. But the pain of the electric shocks and the subsequent pleasure rewards eventually broke her. When she completed the act under command for the first time, the shame within her almost crushed her. "See, you did very well," the dark wizard gently stroked her hair, his tone filled with praise. To Aelia's horror, this praise actually brought her a flicker of pleasure. She began to crave her master's approval, just as a pet craves its master's touch. This realization plunged her into deep self-recrimination, but her body's responses became increasingly honest. During a particularly intense session, the dark wizard fitted her with a T-crotch harness and a dog tail butt plug. As the tail swayed with her crawling, Aelia felt an indescribable shame, but also a strange sense of presence. "Now you look even more like a cute little bitch," the dark wizard pulled on her collar, forcing her to look up. Aelia gazed at her master, her heart filled with conflict. On one hand, she hated the man who had taken everything from her; on the other hand, the continuous pleasure training had made her pathologically dependent on him. She began to fear losing his attention, even calling out "Master" in her dreams. One night, when the dark wizard approached her cage, Aelia found herself unconsciously wagging the tail behind her. The realization terrified her, but the dark wizard seemed quite pleased. "It seems your subconscious is beginning to accept this identity," he opened the cage door and handed her a specially made biscuit. "This is a reward for a good dog." Aelia hesitated for a moment, then finally lowered her head and took the biscuit with her mouth. The action was so natural, as if she had repeated it a thousand times. The biscuit didn't taste bad, but the humiliation of swallowing it made her want to vomit. However, when the dark wizard gently stroked her head, that familiar pleasure surged again. She found herself looking forward to this touch, just as she anticipated the pleasure from her training. "Do you know why I chose you?" the dark wizard suddenly asked. Aelia looked up, saliva dripping continuously from her extended tongue. "Because your magic is exceptionally pure," he continued. "Thanks to the tentacles absorbing your magic, I was able to recover so quickly. As a reward, I've decided to keep you as my bitch sex slave for life."

Su Yuqing never imagined she would appear before the camera in such a state. As a 28-year-old investigative journalist, she had exposed countless dark secrets, yet now she could only watch as her dignity was stripped away inch by inch. Her neat short hair was forcibly tied into pigtails, and her professional suit had long been torn to shreds, replaced by a meticulously designed restraint outfit. "Look, viewers, this is the reporter Su, who claimed to expose the truth." Hoshino Yume's sweet voice echoed in the live stream, a chilling contrast to the whip she held in her hand. Su Yuqing wanted to yell, but the gags in her mouth only allowed for muffled whimpers. Her hands were bound behind her back, a black leather single-arm restraint tightly binding her arms together, the straps digging deep into her tanned skin. What made her more ashamed was that above this restraint, two straps wrapped around her shoulders, firmly securing the upper part of her swollen breasts. "Mmmph!" She shook her head desperately, her once sharp eyes now filled with tears. She tried to struggle, only to find her legs equally tightly bound. A pair of hoof boots were fastened at the root of her thighs, with straps securing her below the knees and at the ankles. This design forced her to walk almost entirely by tensing her instep and using her toes. Every attempt to move was a piercing pain. Hoshino Yume chuckled and walked up to her, gently lifting her chin with the whip. "Reporter Su, didn't you always want to uncover my secrets? Now, you've become a part of that secret." The live stream's comments scrolled wildly, filled with all sorts of vulgarities and donation alerts. Su Yuqing turned her face away, unwilling to look at the humiliating comments. She recalled three hours earlier, when she had confidently arrived at Hoshino Yume's villa, ready to expose the dark dealings behind the popular streamer. "Didn't expect this, did you?" Hoshino Yume leaned close to her ear, her warm breath fanning her earlobe. "You thought you were investigating me, but it was I who chose you." Su Yuqing's body began to tremble uncontrollably. She felt her nipples harden under the friction of the tight leather, which filled her with immense shame and anger. The black, form-fitting leather suit accentuated her 168cm athletic figure to perfection. The straps across her chest, styled like a horizontal number '8', dug in from the base, making her breasts appear almost exaggeratedly full. "It seems your body is more honest than your mouth." Hoshino Yume noticed her physical reaction and deliberately traced her finger along the deep cleavage created by the straps. Su Yuqing squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block it all out. She had faced many dangers in her career, but never had she felt so utterly helpless. As a journalist known for her resilience, she had navigated war zones and gone undercover with gangs, yet she had fallen prey to a seemingly delicate streamer. "Now, let's put the final adornment on our new pet." Hoshino Yume produced a horse-bit gag, its complex structure causing Su Yuqing's eyes to widen in terror. She shook her head desperately, her pigtails swinging, a movement that only excited the live stream audience further. Hoshino Yume forcibly shoved the gag into her mouth, the rubber bit digging deep into her oral cavity, forcing her mouth to remain open at all times. The straps of the gag wrapped around her chin, ensuring she couldn't close her lips, while straps above secured a black blindfold, robbing her of her sight. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!" All of Su Yuqing's protests turned into meaningless whimpers. Saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth, leaving a trail of humiliation on her chest. Deprived of sight, her other senses became acutely heightened. She could hear the cheers of the live stream audience, feel the tight embrace of the leather against her skin, and smell the lingering aromatherapy scent in the air. Most terrifying of all, amidst all this humiliation, her body began to experience a strange excitement. Hoshino Yume seemed pleased with her reaction and began to show her "new pet" to the audience. "See how docile our proud Reporter Su is now."