Who taught her to deliberately lose when she wanted to be disciplined!

In the year 2050, virtual reality technology had reached its zenith. The widespread adoption of neural-interface full-sensory gaming pods blurred the lines between the virtual and the real. Consciousness immersion, with 100% sensory simulation, made every touch, every sound, and even every breath in the virtual world indistinguishable from reality. This undoubtedly opened up unprecedented, thrilling, and intoxicating new frontiers for certain types of games. "Ultimate Restraint Frontline" was one such popular VR competitive game that emerged. The rules were simple yet brutal: five-player team battles, with mechanical restraint devices of various functions scattered throughout the map. Defeated players did not simply vanish in a flash of light. Instead, they were escorted by the victors to restraint devices and, once placed upon them, the precise mechanical structures would automatically activate, firmly securing the loser in an extremely humiliating and inescapable posture, and initiating pre-set, powerful conditioning programs targeting the nerve endings. Victors could choose to stand by or personally "add to the feast." The game only ended when an entire team was restrained, entering a much longer "defeat penalty" phase. This tested not only tactical coordination and individual skill but also the willpower to walk the tightrope between desire and punishment. Currently underway was a regular match in the "Neighborhood King" tier. The map was an abandoned futuristic factory, where rusted metal pipes and flickering holographic projections intertwined, creating a complex environment of light and shadow, conducive to ambushes and assaults. "Hey, 'Glaze,' don't rush ahead! Wait for us to regroup and pinpoint their location!" a teammate's slightly anxious voice came through the comms. Their team had just entered the battlefield, but the core player, ID'd as "Glaze," had already shot off like an arrow, disappearing into the shadows of the factory depths with her phantom-like agility. Glaze's gaming talent was monstrous. Whether it was calculating bullet trajectories, utilizing terrain, or close-quarters combat, she had reached professional player standards. However, her teammates, and even some opponents she had faced, vaguely sensed a peculiar habit of hers – she seemed to… enjoy the "defeat penalty" phase of this game a little too much. There was even a rumor that in certain situations, she would deliberately expose a weakness, just to experience the taste of being restrained and conditioned. However, for now, she clearly had no intention of holding back. "No need, just four weaklings. I'll be back before you know it," Glaze's cool voice echoed in the channel, with a hint of laziness and disdain. Her figure weaved rapidly between massive mechanical arms and shipping containers, like an elf in the dark, her footsteps barely audible. Based on the initial scan and her intuition, the four members of the opposing "Flame Rose" team were gathered in the "Control Room" in the factory's core area, attempting to hold their ground with the advantage of terrain. They clearly hadn't expected anyone to charge in so boldly. The Control Room door was ajar. A playful smirk curved Glaze's lips. She didn't even bother with explosives, but simply flashed inside. "Enemy attack!" The four inside reacted quickly. Almost the moment Glaze burst in, gunfire erupted. Energy beams crisscrossed, scorching black pits into the metal walls. However, Glaze was faster. As if foreseeing every move, her every sidestep, roll, and slide perfectly dodged the lethal trajectories. The two peculiar-looking pulse pistols in her hands spat pale blue flames, each shot precisely hitting the opponent's gun-wielding wrist or critical joint. These weren't fatal attacks, but they were enough to incapacitate the opponent instantly, making them drop their weapons and their bodies stiffen with the simulated electric shock. "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Four short, precise shots. Almost simultaneously, the four members of "Flame Rose" – Captain "Rose Red" wielding an assault rifle, "Flame Orange" providing suppressing fire, "Mystic Purple" using a sniper rifle, and "Thorn Green," skilled in setting traps – all let out pained groans, their weapons clattering to the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, temporarily incapacitated. "Tsk, no challenge," Glaze hummed, holstering her pistols. The fight was astonishingly brief, not even making her breath falter. She scanned the surroundings. In a corner of the Control Room stood four "Standard Automatic Mechanical Restraint Devices," their standby indicator lights blinking. These devices exuded a cold, industrial aesthetic, with metal frames, alloy shackles, and various unidentified mechanical probes and vibrator attachments, silently hinting at their function. Glaze wasted no time. She first approached "Rose Red," who was closest to her. The captain was now kneeling, clutching her numb arm, her eyes filled with unwillingness and a hint of fear. "Walk yourself, or shall I 'invite' you?" Glaze's voice held a smile, but was undeniably firm. Rose Red gritted her teeth, trying to struggle to her feet and counterattack, but the numbness hadn't completely subsided, making her movements sluggish. Glaze easily subdued her, twisted her hands behind her back, and pushed her towards the nearest restraint device. "Let go of the captain!" "Flame Orange" next to her tried to lunge, but Glaze delivered a precise sidekick to her abdomen, sending her curling to the ground. Glaze pushed Rose Red to the restraint device. The cold metal touch made Rose Red shudder. The device, sensing the approach of a qualified "defeated player," emitted a soft "beep." Its retracted structure slowly unfolded like a waking mechanical beast. First to move were the alloy ankle cuffs on the base. With two "clacks," they precisely locked onto Rose Red's ankles. The soft cushioning inside the metal rings instantly inflated, ensuring no skin abrasion, but the locking mechanism was unbreakable. Then, two mechanical arms extended from the rear of the frame, ending in handcuffs. They easily clamped onto Rose Red's still slightly struggling wrists, then lifted them upwards, forcing her to arch her chest and lean forward slightly, forming a graceful curve. "No… don't…" Rose Red writhed in vain, but her limbs were completely secured, unable to move. This was just the beginning. Following that, more slender and flexible mechanical arms extended from the main body of the restraint device. A wide, thick metal waist belt wrapped around her slender waist from behind, locking with a "click." It pushed her hips slightly backward, further accentuating her curves. Then, two thinner straps encircled the middle of her thighs and calves, further restricting any minor leg movements. The treatment for her chest was even more humiliating. Two bowl-shaped metal cups slowly descended, precisely enclosing her full breasts. The inside of the cups seemed to have special sensory material. The moment they pressed against her skin, Rose Red couldn't help but let out a suppressed whimper, feeling her sensitive nipples being firmly adhered to and pressed. Then, to her greater horror, a black strap, looking like leather but actually made of smart metal, pressed horizontally against her lips. Its ends embedded into the frame, forcing her mouth open, preventing her from closing it, leaving her only able to emit "mmph" sounds as clear saliva began to uncontrollably dribble from the corners of her mouth. With her limbs, torso, chest, and mouth completely controlled, the final "conditioning program" components made their appearance. A long, slender vibrator with a rounded tip quietly extended from beneath the frame. Under the precise positioning of a mechanical arm, it slowly pressed against the most private area between her legs. Another slightly shorter one targeted the tightly closed bud behind her. The cold touch sent a violent shiver through Rose Red, her eyes filled with despair. "Initialization complete. Conditioning program commencing." A cold electronic voice announced.

The sensation of her wrists being bound reached her, the cold fibers pressing against her skin, bringing a solid sense of confinement. Liuli's heart trembled slightly, not from fear, but from... the thrill of anticipation coming true. Next, Xueya's gaze fell upon Liuli's legs. Those long legs, which had previously darted with the agility of a dark elf, were now one "numb" and the other, though intact, appeared powerless due to its owner's "surrender." What should she do? Xueya recalled the game's beginner's guide—for high-mobility dangerous targets, the "Four-Horse Hooves Tied" binding method was recommended to completely restrict their mobility. The so-called Four-Horse Hooves Tied involved binding the ankles and wrists tightly together behind the back, forcing the body into an arched position, creating an extremely humiliating and powerless posture. Xueya took a deep breath, trying to recall the steps. She first struggled to flip Liuli's "powerless" body over, placing her prone on the ground. Then, she pulled up Liuli's wrists, which were bound behind her back, and bent her ankles towards her hips. During this process, Liuli "cooperated" by emitting muffled groans of pain, her body trembling slightly as if enduring immense suffering and humiliation. She could feel the other's slightly clumsy yet incredibly earnest movements, feel her ankles being lifted, and gradually drawing closer to her wrists. When the cold nano-fiber restraints wrapped around her ankles, and were tightly connected to the restraints on her wrists, finally snapping shut with a firm lock— "Ngh...!" Liuli couldn't help but let out a genuine, trembling moan. A sense of restraint unlike anything she had ever experienced surged through her entire body! Her body was forcibly arched into a bow, her chest pushed high, pressed against the cold ground, her waist arched, appearing exceptionally vulnerable. Her arms and legs were rigidly fixed behind her, all her joints in a state of being stretched and confined. This posture, which completely deprived her of freedom of movement and exposed her most vulnerable abdomen and chest, brought a strong sense of shame and... a peculiar sense of security. She was like a bound sacrifice, lying prone at the victor's feet. "Su... Success..." Xueya looked at Liuli, who was bound in the standard Four-Horse Hooves Tied position, and let out a long sigh, her face flushed with a mixture of exhaustion and accomplishment. She squatted beside Liuli, looking at this previously arrogant powerhouse, now firmly restrained by her like a bird with broken wings, a great, unprecedented sense of satisfaction filling her chest. Game system prompt: Squad member "Liuli" of the "Moon Shadow" team has been captured by squad member "Xueya" of the "Blazing Rose" team. Astonished inquiries from her teammates immediately came through the communication channel, but Liuli had already turned off reception. Now, she was alone, and her "defeat penalty" had just begun. "Now... I'll take you to reunite with your teammates." Xueya's voice trembled slightly with excitement. She reached out, not to drag her roughly, but with a curious exploratory desire, gently caressing Liuli's arched back, following the curve of her spine, sliding all the way down to her buttocks, which were particularly prominent due to the binding. Through the tight combat suit, the elastic touch made Xueya's cheeks blush. She could feel Liuli's body tense up instantly under her hand. Liuli lay on the ground, feeling the slightly clumsy yet possessive hands roam over her body, from her back to her buttocks, even tentatively pinching. Shame coursed through her like an electric current, but accompanying it was a hidden pleasure of being controlled, of being treated as "property." She closed her eyes, emitting a faint nasal sound as if enduring something. Xueya seemed encouraged. She began to try to "transport" her spoils of war. Dragging her directly was clearly not "polite." She thought for a moment, then leaned down, her arms supporting Liuli under her armpits and thighs, attempting to lift her. However, Liuli's weight and the Four-Horse Hooves Tied posture made this action very difficult. After a few attempts, Xueya was panting with exhaustion, and had only managed to move Liuli a short distance, half-carrying and half-dragging her. During the process, there were inevitable bodily frictions and collisions. Liuli's bound body trembled slightly with this bumping, and suppressed moans came intermittently. Finally, Xueya abandoned this strenuous method. She switched to grabbing the central knot of the restraints connecting Liuli's wrists and ankles, and began to drag Liuli forward on the cold, rough ground, like pulling a large piece of luggage. The friction between her body and the ground brought a subtle stinging sensation and a cool touch. The bumps and jolts made the arched posture even more uncomfortable, but also more profoundly reminded her of her current situation—she was no longer the controller, but a captive, a trophy, being dragged in such a humiliating posture by a novice towards an unknown "punishment."

"Initialization complete. Conditioning program initiated." The cold electronic voice sounded again, inappropriately, attempting to restart the automatic conditioning of Liuli. "Turn it off," Han Feng commanded coldly, his gaze not leaving Liuli's face. Ying Sha's fingers moved, a cold glint flashed, and the dagger in her hand was thrown with precision, hitting a control node on the side of Liuli's restraint device. With a soft "crackling" sound, the humming of the restraint device ceased, and the vibrator pressed against Liuli's most intimate area instantly stopped working. The sudden stillness made Liuli somewhat unaccustomed. The forcibly interrupted restlessness and emptiness within her body became even clearer. She twisted her restrained neck slightly, meeting Han Feng's all-knowing gaze, and her heart suddenly faltered. "Liuli," Han Feng's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable oppressive force, each word striking like an ice pick, "Explain. Why, with an absolute advantage, even after eliminating four of their main players, did you 'accidentally' get 'defeated' head-on in an open area by someone clearly inexperienced, so scared they could barely walk? And, according to our observation, your evasion movements at the time... were laughably slow." Liuli opened her mouth. Her mouth, propped open by the oral conditioning device, could only emit hoarse breaths of "Hoo... hoo...", unable to form coherent words. She wanted to turn her head away, to avoid that scrutinizing gaze, but the restraint device fixed her head, forcing her to face her teammates' doubts directly. "Can't explain? Or don't want to explain?" Lei Ren interjected angrily, pointing at the four restraint devices next to them, "Look at the mess you've made! You tied up the opponents and played with them like this, and then you offered yourself to be tied up? What kind of perverted fetish is this?!" Yun Xu sighed softly, her voice gentle yet penetrating, "Liuli, this isn't the first time we've suspected. In previous matches, there have been several similar 'accidents.' You always 'slip up' at critical moments and then are 'forced' to enjoy the punishment for defeat. Do you... like being tied up and conditioned this much?" The last sentence, like a needle, precisely pierced through all of Liuli's pretense. Her cheeks instantly became burning hot. Even though they were already flushed from the previous conditioning, the red deepened even further now, a shame of being completely seen through. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling violently, unable to deny, unable to admit. Ying Sha chuckled softly and walked to the restraint device. She extended a finger, clad in a tactical glove, and gently brushed across the skin of Liuli's sweaty, slightly trembling shoulder. The touch carried a hint of cold amusement. "It seems we've guessed right, our little genius. You not only like tying others to the rack and playing with them, but you also like being tied up yourself, played with until you lose control, beg for mercy, even squirt... right?" Liuli's body trembled violently. Ying Sha's words and touch made her body, which had just calmed down a little, react again. Faint remnants of electric-like pleasure coursed along her spine. She let out an extremely faint, tearful hum, as if in default. "It's good that you admit it." Han Feng's voice remained cold, but the anger within it seemed to have transformed into some kind of... decision. "Since you crave conditioning so much, even going so far as to deliberately lose to achieve your goal, then as teammates, shouldn't we... properly fulfill your wish?" Liuli's heart skipped a beat, then began to pound wildly. A tremor, a mixture of immense fear and intense anticipation, swept through her entire body. What... what did they want to do? "Ordinary defeat penalties are no longer satisfying for you, are they?" Lei Ren rubbed her hands together, a dangerous smile appearing on her face. "It's always been boring to let opponents or bystanders do it. This time, it's our turn to 'take care' of you." Yun Xu nodded, her gaze sweeping over Liuli's naked body, which bore clear marks from the restraints. "Perhaps, only by letting you truly experience the taste of 'excess' can you remember that this is a team game, not a stage for you to satisfy your personal desires." Ying Sha had already walked to the control console, her fingers flying across the virtual keyboard. "The system has determined that the opposing team still has one player not restrained, and the game is not over. This means... anything we do to you now as 'internal discipline' is within the rules. And we have plenty of time." She turned back, giving Liuli a sweet yet chilling smile. "No... don't..." Liuli finally squeezed out a muffled and desperate plea from her propped-open mouth, struggling and writhing, the metal restraints clanging. But her struggles, in the eyes of her teammates, looked more like a performance of feigned resistance. Han Feng ignored her pleas and directly ordered, "Remove her oral restraint. I want to hear how she will 'thank' us later." Ying Sha tapped on the control console. The black strap pressing on Liuli's lips and the oral conditioning device extending into her throat immediately retracted. The sudden release of her mouth caused Liuli to gasp for air instinctively, gagging a few times, saliva uncontrollably dribbling down the corners of her mouth. "Cap... Captain... Han Feng... please... don't..." Her voice was hoarse, filled with genuine fear and a hint of pleading that she herself couldn't understand. "Now you know to beg for mercy? What were you thinking when you deliberately lost?" Lei Ren snorted and walked to the prop menu, quickly browsing. "Let me see... what good stuff is suitable for our 'eager to be conditioned' genius." Han Feng, meanwhile, walked up to Liuli, examining her sweat-streaked, tear-stained face up close, and her naked body trembling slightly from fear and anticipation. "Liuli, you like the feeling of being restrained, don't you? You like this state of being unable to move, completely at the mercy of others?"

Liuli's heart lurched, a premonition like icy water dousing her, bringing a brief moment of clarity. She struggled to lift her head, her blurred vision straining to focus. She saw Yunxu walk to the control console and operate it a few times. Then, the mechanical restraints that had held Rose Red, Flame Orange, Deep Purple, and Thorn Green emitted a soft "beep." The cold metal shackles, straps, cups, and probes, as if alive, slowly retracted, loosened, and returned to their original positions. The four female bodies, equally covered in sweat, saliva, and the marks of arousal, weakened from prolonged restraint and conditioning, lost their support and slumped to the ground with suppressed moans and gasps. Their eyes were also hazy, but compared to Liuli's almost completely destroyed emptiness, their eyes held more of the bewilderment of survival, residual humiliation, and... as they took in the situation, a complex flame gradually ignited. "Captain..." Xueya timidly tried to help Rose Red, but was stopped by a look from the latter. Rose Red knelt on the ground, clutching her still numb and aching chest, breathing heavily. Her gaze, however, was like a poisoned knife, fixed on Liuli, who lay collapsed not far away. It was this woman who, with an overwhelming dominance, had captured the four of them like livestock, personally placed them on the cold mechanical rack, and watched their entire process of being mercilessly played with and breaking down... and then, in a manner that was almost insulting, "lost" to Xueya. Humiliation, rage, and a sense of powerlessness at being toyed with found an outlet at this moment. Han Feng crossed her arms, looking down at the four "Flame Rose" members who had just been freed from their restraints and were still weak. Her voice was calm but carried an undeniable weight. "The game is over. According to the rules, we can release you and leave directly." Her tone shifted, her gaze falling back to Liuli on the ground, who looked like a rag doll. "Or, given that this member of our team... has an unusual 'fondness' for 'defeat penalties,' even going so far as to deliberately cause them. We've decided to hand her over to you for a period of time." At this, not only did Rose Red and the others freeze, but Liuli's eyes widened sharply, and she looked at her teammates in disbelief. Handing over a defeated opponent to... the opponents she had just cruelly conditioned? Were they insane?! "What... what do you mean?" Rose Red's voice was hoarse, laced with caution and a barely perceptible tremor. Ying Sha chuckled lightly and kicked Liuli's bare leg. "It means this pervert is yours now. As for the duration... until our next match begins. You can do whatever you want to her, as long as you don't 'break' her to the point where she can't log into the game. After all..." She bent down, looking into Liuli's terrified eyes, and a devilish smile spread across her face, "...this is what you truly wanted, isn't it? To be the captive you personally captured and bound to the rack, turned around and conditioned and played with." Immense fear and... an indescribable, twisted excitement washed over Liuli like a tsunami. She trembled violently, trying futilely to shrink back, only managing to drag her body across the ground in weak trails. "No... don't... Captain... Han Feng... please... don't hand me over to them..." She could accept being conditioned by strangers, or even by her teammates, but that was based on a subtle "sense of control" that she believed she had – she had "chosen" to lose, she had "guided" the conditioning. But to be conditioned in revenge by an opponent she had personally defeated and humiliated... that meant complete loss of control, it meant she would fall from being the high and mighty player to a lowest-class plaything, worse than her target for revenge! This reversal of roles brought a devastating sense of shame. However, deep within her, the dormant desire for ultimate shame and loss of control let out a greedy hiss under this destructive threat. Han Feng ignored Liuli's pleas and said to Rose Red, "The choice is yours. Leave now and forget this unpleasant match; or... stay and properly 'repay' our little genius."

Tie Xin and the other two wasted no time, turning swiftly and disappearing around the corner leading to the main passage. In the vast stone chamber of the side hall, only Liuli, suspended on the stone restraint frame, and the sole guard, a novice player named Luzhu, remained. The air was thick with the scent of ancient dust and the chill of stone. The clamor of the previous battle had faded, leaving behind a suffocating silence. Liuli’s head hung low, her disheveled hair obscuring most of her face, hiding her expression. Only the slight tremor of her wrists, bound behind her back with nano-fiber restraints, hinted that she was still enduring the pain of her "severe injuries" and the "terror." Luzhu took a deep breath and approached the restraint frame. She first checked the nano-fiber restraints on Liuli’s wrists and ankles, confirming they were securely fastened. Then, her gaze fell upon the intricately constructed stone frame. Unlike automated mechanical restraints, this ancient stone frame seemed to rely more on physical locking mechanisms. On each side of the base were semicircular stone rings to secure the ankles; corresponding positions for the arms above had similar rings; the torso was enclosed by a closing stone "chest clamp," connected to what appeared to be additional stone components for fixing the head and waist. The inner surfaces of all the rings and components were polished relatively smooth, yet their cold texture exuded a merciless quality. "I'm sorry... but the captain said to be extra sure," Luzhu murmured, as if speaking to Liuli, or perhaps to herself for encouragement. She reached out and activated the mechanism on the base. "Click... rumble..." A dull grinding sound of stone echoed as the heavy stone rings on either side of the base slowly rose, then snapped shut with a "clack," completely engulfing and locking Liuli's slender ankles. The inside of the rings seemed to have some adaptive structure, fitting snugly against the skin of her ankles. The pressure was far more oppressive and primal than metal shackles, as if it intended to crush her bones. Liuli's toes instinctively curled, and a faint, pained groan escaped her lips. Luzhu didn't pause. She operated the mechanism above. The nano-fiber restraints binding Liuli's wrists were released, but almost simultaneously, two cold stone arms emerged from behind the frame, precisely gripping her wrists. They roughly pulled her arms apart to the sides and then slammed them down! "Crack! Crack!" Liuli's wrists were forcibly shoved into the stone rings at the arm positions, which immediately closed, firmly securing her forearms along with her wrists! This position was not with her arms bound behind her, but spread wide like a crucified saint, forcing her chest to arch completely, leaving the curves of her armpits and waist exposed without reservation. A dull ache spread through her shoulder joints from the forced stretching, causing her to furrow her brow. This was not the end. Luzhu activated the torso restraints. The heavy, rune-carved stone "chest clamp" slowly moved forward, closing with a "thud" like a coffin lid, pressing Liuli's torso from her collarbones to the base of her thighs tightly against the cold, rough stone surface. The outline of the chest clamp pressed directly onto her full breasts, the heavy pressure making breathing difficult. The friction of the rough stone against her sensitive nipples sent a sharp sting and an inexplicable shiver through her. Next, her waist and legs were firmly secured by additional stone bands. Her thighs, knees, calves... every joint was tightly clasped by the cold stone. Finally, even a U-shaped stone collar rose from behind, clamping her slender neck and forcing her head up, preventing her from lowering it. Her entire body, except for her head which could still turn slightly, every inch of skin, every joint, was completely consumed and fixed by this heavy, cold, and merciless stone restraint frame. The sensation was different from the precision and power of mechanical restraints; this was a more brute, more unquestionable suppression from an ancient power. Unable to move? No, it felt as though even the thought of struggling was crushed by the immense weight of the stone. "Mmmph..." Liuli finally let out a muffled moan, filled with pain and suffocation. This restraint... was too thorough. More thorough than she had anticipated. Luzhu had indeed faithfully executed the order to be "extra sure." Having completed everything, Luzhu stepped back two paces, gazing at her "masterpiece." Before her, Liuli was like a beautiful sacrifice nailed to an ancient altar. Her body was completely swallowed by the massive stone restraint frame, with only her head and the tips of her limbs exposed. Her arms were forcibly stretched and fixed to the sides, her wrists submerged in the stone rings; her legs were locked to the base by stone rings, her torso pressed by the heavy chest clamp, her waist and legs bound by multiple stone bands, and her neck caught by a stone collar. She seemed to have merged with this ancient torture device, presenting an image of extreme vulnerability and humiliation. The cold stone contrasted sharply with her warm skin, which was glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from her previous "struggle." The rough stone surface chafed her sensitive nipples and delicate skin, causing a continuous, subtle but undeniable sting and friction. Heavy pressure came from all directions, compressing her chest, making her breathing short and labored; her limbs were stretched, her joints aching; her neck was clamped, making even swallowing difficult. This pure, physical restraint, devoid of any technological aesthetic, brought an unprecedented sense of despair. Unlike mechanical restraints with their complex adjustment programs, this simply existed, silent and heavy, its sheer mass and structure declaring the absolute deprivation of all freedom and possibility of resistance for the one imprisoned. Unable to move a finger? At this moment, even turning her eyeballs felt like resisting the weight of the entire stone chamber. Luzhu looked at Liuli, so thoroughly restrained, and a look of relief spread across her face. She walked to the side, leaned against a crumbling pillar, and sat down, her gaze never leaving Liuli, her hand tightly gripping her basic energy pistol, vigilant for any potential rescue. Time flowed slowly in the dead silence. In the side hall, only Liuli's gradually deepening breaths could be heard, along with the occasional almost inaudible creak of the stone restraint frame, caused by slight temperature changes or its own weight. Liuli tried to move her fingers, submerged in the stone rings, but her response was only the cold, hard touch of stone and a deeper sense of powerlessness. She couldn't even manage to slightly bend her fingertips. The fit inside the stone rings was so tight, it felt as if they had become a part of her body, or rather, her body had become a part of the stone.

"Let me go! You scum!" Ying Sha gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with furious humiliation. She, who had once toyed with countless opponents, was now to become prey in the hands of novices. "I'm sorry..." Dewdrop's voice trembled with a hint of excited nervousness from behind her. "But the captain said to play it safe." The manual restraint process was filled with a clumsy sense of ritual. Thorn and Vine assisted Dewdrop as they stripped Ying Sha's tactical gear piece by piece. Her pulse dagger was confiscated, her optical camouflage cloak torn away, and the metal clasps of her close-fitting combat suit were unfastened one by one. Ying Sha's skin was exposed to the cold air of the side chamber, raising a fine layer of goosebumps. She tried to twist her body to evade the hands that roamed over her, but each struggle only resulted in rougher suppression. "Don't touch me!" Ying Sha hissed when Thorn's hand slid across her waist. Thorn sneered, deliberately pinching her most ticklish side with extra force. "You don't have a choice now." Ying Sha's body stiffened, an electric jolt of pain shooting through her, creating a momentary opening in her defenses. Dewdrop seized the opportunity, wrapping a nano-bind around her left ankle and tightening it with a firm knot. Then came the right ankle. The restraints dug deep into her skin, providing a solid sense of confinement. "Click." The first muffled sound of a stone ring closing echoed. Ying Sha's left ankle was swallowed by a heavy stone ring. The momentary pressure far exceeded that of metal shackles, as if the weight of the entire stone chamber had concentrated on that small circle of bone. She cried out in pain, but Thorn immediately covered her mouth with her hand. "Be quiet," Thorn whispered in her ear. "Your teammates are still struggling outside. Don't cause them any more trouble." The stone ring on her right ankle closed next. Ying Sha's legs were completely fixed to the base of the stone rack, spread to their limit. Her feet were turned sideways, her soles barely touching the ground, the muscles in her inner thighs twitching from overstretching. Next were her wrists. Unlike Liu Li's pose, stretched outwards, Ying Sha's hands were forcibly twisted behind her back and locked by stone rings at an extremely contorted angle. Her shoulder blades were forced inward, pushing her chest higher, her breasts already engorged and erect from the position before the stone chest brace closed. "Chest brace!" Iron Heart's voice boomed through the stone chamber. The heavy stone component slowly pushed forward from the front. Ying Sha watched it approach, helpless to resist effectively. The moment the stone surface touched her skin, a wave of cold, rough, and oppressive sensation washed over her. Her breasts were mercilessly pressed against the stone, her full flesh forced to deform, her sensitive nipples experiencing a piercing pain and a strange tingling from the friction against the rough stone. "Mmph mmph mmph!" Ying Sha, her mouth still covered by Thorn's hand, let out muffled protests, her body writhing violently, trying to escape the pressure of the chest brace. But the stone's power was relentless. The chest brace continued to advance until it fully engaged with the main frame, emitting a dull "thud." Ying Sha's torso was rigidly fixed to the stone surface, every rib struggling to breathe under the pressure, her chest movements becoming short and labored. Then came the waist restraints. Two thick stone bands wrapped around from the sides, tightening at the softest part of her lower abdomen. The inner surface of the bands was also rough, chafing her flat stomach and leaving an unnatural red mark. Her thighs, knees, calves... every part was successively restrained. The head restraint was the most humiliating. A stone collar with a chin rest rose from behind, its front splitting into two prongs, one pressing against her forehead, the other supporting her chin, locking her head completely. She could only look straight ahead. She could no longer lower her head, nor turn it, and even swallowing became difficult. The entire process took nearly ten minutes. When the final "click" of a stone ring closing sounded, Ying Sha had completely lost all ability to move. She was like a petrified specimen, displayed in a humiliating pose within the ancient ruins. Compared to Liu Li, her restraint was more thorough, leaving no room for escape. Liu Li could at least slightly turn her neck, while Ying Sha's head was locked. Liu Li's arms were stretched outwards, while Ying Sha's were twisted and bound behind her back. This position pushed her chest higher, making the pressure from the chest brace even more intense. Dewdrop stepped back a few paces after completing the task, breathing heavily as she admired her "masterpiece." She looked at Ying Sha's face flushed with anger, her naked body covered in red marks and sweat, every part of her consumed by stone, a sense of immense accomplishment filling her chest. "It's done..." she murmured to herself. "I've captured two from Moon Shadow..." Ying Sha stared at her, her gaze sharp enough to pierce Dewdrop a thousand times if it could materialize. She tried to activate the poison capsule hidden in her back molar – her last resort – but the system determined it couldn't be used in her restrained state. She couldn't even make the motion to bite the capsule. The stone chamber fell into silence. Only the heavy, ragged breaths of the two restrained individuals echoed in the air. Suddenly, the runes on the stone chamber walls began to glow brighter. This was not Dewdrop's doing, but a mechanism of the scene itself being triggered. The side chamber, as a special area of the "Lost Temple," possessed an autonomous "Captor Enhancement" program – when a player was successfully restrained for a certain period, the scene would automatically activate a reward mechanism for the captor. "Effective captive detected. Activating special scene restraint mode." A cold mechanical voice emanated from the depths of the walls, different from ordinary system prompts, carrying an ancient, oracle-like resonance. Dewdrop looked at the walls in surprise, while a flicker of terror flashed in Ying Sha's eyes. The stone restraint rack began to operate autonomously.