Forced Command

Yu Yan, twenty-six, works as a receptionist at Shengda Group. The job offers a decent salary and a regular nine-to-five schedule, allowing her a relatively comfortable life as a single woman. Her romantic life, however, has been far from smooth. Her college relationship fizzled out with graduation, and a subsequent relationship, to which she poured her heart and soul, ended a year later with her boyfriend's betrayal. That heartbreak left her devastated, and it took months to finally emerge from the gloom. While Yu Yan's looks are merely above average, her background in sports has endowed her with a physical advantage others lack: a tall, statuesque frame of 1.72 meters, long, straight legs, a slender, supple waist, and full, proud curves of her bust and hips, not to mention a pair of ample breasts that many women envy. This combination makes her stand out even in a crowd, drawing the silent admiration of many men in the company. Yet, the wounds from her last relationship have made her exceptionally cautious. She exudes an air of cool detachment in her daily interactions, as if a protective barrier has been erected around her. However, Yu Yan seems to have gradually adapted to this solitary existence. Returning to her apartment after work each day and curling up on the sofa with a book has become her most peaceful indulgence. "Ring ring... Ring ring..." Yu Yan is jolted awake from her sleep by the sound of her phone. Groggily, she fumbles for her phone by her pillow, expertly silencing the alarm, intending to savor a few more minutes of the bed's warmth. After all, she'd set a five-minute snooze, so she wouldn't be late. Just as her consciousness begins to drift back into darkness, a deep, resonant male voice abruptly echoes in her mind: [System activated, initiating startup...] [System startup complete, scanning host...] [Host scan complete, generating mission...] Yu Yan's eyes snap open. The voice has vanished, but it seems to linger in the depths of her ears. She sits up abruptly, holding her breath and straining her ears. The bedroom is filled only with the faint hum of the air conditioner and the sound of her own heartbeat. "Ring ring... Ring ring..." The sudden blare of the ring startles her, her shoulders jerking. It's the second alarm, set for five minutes later. Her fingers tremble as she swipes to dismiss the notification, convincing herself that the voice she heard was merely a hallucination from just waking up. Shaking her head, she gets up and heads to the bathroom. An hour later, after finishing breakfast and packing her bag, the magnetic voice rings out directly in the depths of her mind without any warning: ====================== Today's Mission: Do not wear underwear. Mission Reward: Charm +1. Failure Penalty: Imprisonment in the Abyss for one hour. ======================

The attendant had already respectfully opened the car's cool butterfly doors for her. With Li Meng's assistance, Yu Yan carefully settled into the cockpit-like driver's seat, its embrace incredibly snug, akin to a racing car's. The butterfly doors silently closed behind her, shutting out the gasps, suspicions from the onlookers, and Zhou Qian's ashen face. The interior was instantly enveloped in a hushed stillness, mingled with the distinct aroma of premium leather and metal. Before Yu Yan could even exhale in relief, or properly survey the opulent dashboard, a series of soft mechanical clicks and whirs sounded. From either side of her body, above her shoulders, and from beneath the seat, several wide, subtly perforated straps of special material sprang out and extended, intertwining like living entities! These were no ordinary seatbelts; they resembled the multi-point harnesses found in race cars or high-end custom vehicles! Most striking was the one around her waist: a broad, elastic band suddenly tightened, like a firm arm, cinching her slender waist securely within the bucket seat's embrace. The pressure was firm yet inescapable, anchoring her entire body immovably. Then, something even more astonishing occurred. A similarly specialized strap emerged from beneath the driver's seat, between her legs, and snaked upwards. It precisely followed the midline of her body, passing between her thighs before locking into the central buckle of the main waist strap with a decisive click! This secured her hips and private area, enveloped and fixed by the strap, imparting an intensely clear, almost constricting sensation of being controlled by the cold, mechanical device. Simultaneously, two straps deployed from above her shoulders, crossing over her collarbones and the upper part of her chest, firmly securing her upper body against the seat back. Her bandeau dress, already low-cut, was further constrained as the crossing straps pressed down over her décolletage. While not directly pressing on sensitive points, they severely limited any significant upper body movement. In an instant, she was "bound" to the driver's seat of this top-tier supercar in a manner that was both incredibly secure and deeply suggestive. It felt less like safety and more like... a precise, modern, mechanically aesthetic form of restraint. Her body was anchored, with only limited movement allowed for her head and limbs. "This...!" Yu Yan gasped, her instinctive struggle only resulting in the straps tightening further. A complex mix of panic and a strange sense of security washed over her. But she had no time to dwell on this bizarre restraint system. The moment she was settled and the belts locked, a torrent of information flooded her mind like an unleashed flood! Not words, not images, but a profound sense of instinct, muscle memory, and operational knowledge. Everything about the Bugatti Veyron: the function of every button, the characteristics of each driving mode, the nuances of the chassis tuning, the roar of the W16 engine, the response logic of the all-wheel-drive system, the limits of the carbon fiber body... even the unique, more complex active aerodynamics and suspension settings of this custom version... It was as if she had lived with it for twenty years, driven it for a hundred thousand kilometers, imprinted deep within her nerves and intuition! Her panicked gaze rapidly shifted to an almost chilling focus. The fear of taming this beast vanished, replaced by a confidence of absolute control. Her fingers naturally found specific points on the steering wheel. Despite her high heels, her feet instinctively knew the precise position and pressure for each pedal. She took a deep breath. Her body, held fast by the restraints, strangely provided a stable support. Through the window, she cast a final glance at the onlookers with their varied expressions. Zhou Qian's face was a mask of shock and paleness, her eyes vacant. Her classmates were a mixture of awe and envy. Li Meng's expression was a blend of concern and confusion. Yu Yan's eyes sharpened, and she hesitated no longer. Her left thumb pressed the start button on the steering wheel. **ROAR—VROOOOM—!!!** The deep, powerful growl of the engine erupted like a slumbering giant fully awakened. The exhaust note, specially tuned, was not jarring but possessed a chest-resonating force, eliciting another wave of gasps from the crowd at the hotel entrance. With her right hand, she expertly flicked a sleek paddle shifter, simultaneously nudging the accelerator. The Veyron, dark as a shadow, glided like a grounded phantom, moving with exceptional smoothness and precision into the lane. The car pulled away from the hotel, merging into the night's traffic. Yu Yan felt the surging power and precise control beneath her, the constant reminder of the restraint from the special seatbelts, and the exquisite, alien driving skills now imprinted in her mind. It was all so surreal, yet so vividly real. Driving this thirty-million-dollar supercar, which commanded every passerby's attention, she felt a tempest of emotions. Every detail of the car, including the peculiar, constricting seatbelts and the forcibly implanted driving techniques, silently reminded her of the system's immense power and control. Escape was simply not an option.

Every time felt like a dull knife scraping at his dignity. Today, in this woman who toyed with him so carelessly, he saw that familiar look again. The fleeting pleasure from his recent release was instantly replaced by humiliation and rage. This humiliation twisted into a sinister desire for revenge. He sneered, his voice a growl from between clenched teeth, "Not satisfied, huh? Think I finished too quickly? Fine, you slut, I've got plenty of ways to make sure you're satisfied to the point of never forgetting!" With that, he unceremoniously yanked Yu Yan from the sex chair, dragging and carrying her limp body to the black "equestrian toy" in the center of the room. The horse was lifelike, with a prominent round hole at the saddle. Mr. Li lifted her and positioned her astride the horse, the cold leather sending a shiver through her. But this was just the beginning. He picked up the leather restraints, already prepared, and forcefully folded Yu Yan's legs, securing them tightly to the sides of the horse with the straps. This position spread her legs wide, her buttocks pressed firmly onto the saddle. Then, without any gentleness, he grabbed Yu Yan's wrists, twisted them behind her back, and snapped on a pair of cold handcuffs with a "click." This wasn't the end. He picked up a thin chain, threaded it through the link of the handcuffs, then through a metal ring at the horse's tail, and with both hands, yanked the chain back forcefully! Yu Yan felt a sharp pain in her wrists as her arms were stretched backward, her entire upper body pulled forward. This extreme restraint and pain made her cry out. However, the torment was not over. Mr. Li then picked up a black leather collar with a metal ring and fastened it around Yu Yan's slender neck, tightening the strap. Another chain was threaded through the ring on the collar, then looped forward through a ring at the horse's head, and also pulled taut! The collar tightened abruptly, constricting her throat and forcing her neck forward, creating a counter-force with her arms pulled back, securing her body to the horse, leaving her almost immobile. Having completed this, Mr. Li stepped back a few paces, admiring his "masterpiece." He watched Yu Yan's body tremble slightly from pain and fear, his eyes glinting with perverse pleasure. He chuckled coldly, "You slut, weren't you enjoying yourself just now? Didn't you want more? I'll make sure you get plenty now!" Yu Yan was truly terrified now. This state of complete helplessness, of being at someone's mercy, was more frightening than the violation itself. The physical pain and the suffocating sensation of being bound intertwined. Her voice trembled as she pleaded tearfully, "Mr. Li... Mr. Li, what are you doing... Let me go... I'm scared... Please..." Hearing her pleas, Mr. Li's smile became more twisted, his bestial nature fully ignited. "Miss Yu, you're scared now? Too late! I saw you weren't satisfied earlier, and now I'm going to satisfy you properly!" He ignored Yu Yan's futile struggles and pleas, adjusting her position on the saddle so her most intimate parts were precisely aligned with the dark round hole. Yu Yan's body trembled violently from fear. Her bound wrists and neck throbbed with pain, but what terrified her more was the hole aimed at her most private area, and the mad, cruel glint in Mr. Li's eyes. Mr. Li sat back on the nearby sofa, content. He leisurely lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a stream of smoke that formed twisted rings, spiraling upwards in the pink light. A cruel, triumphant smirk played on his lips as he watched Yu Yan, securely fastened to the horse, struggling in vain, whimpering and begging. Every twist of her body, every plea, was like the most beautiful music, immensely satisfying his twisted desire for control and revenge. He exhaled another smoke ring and said slowly, "Miss Yu, save your strength, it's no use. This hasn't even started yet. The real show... is still to come." Seeing Yu Yan's initial violent struggles and pleas yield no results, as if she had exhausted her strength and finally stopped her futile movements, merely glaring at him with cold, hateful, and contemptuous eyes, Mr. Li laughed instead of getting angry. He became even more excited. He crushed the cigarette butt and said with a laugh, "That's more like it! This is what I like! I love that look in your eyes, it makes playing so much more intense!" With that, he extinguished the cigarette butt, picked up a black object resembling a remote control with an LCD screen and several buttons from the coffee table, and pressed the red power button on top with his thumb. Almost the instant the button was pressed, a low, continuous "hum" emanated from inside the horse. The entire body of the horse began to vibrate slightly, an unsettling tremor that transmitted through the cold leather and rigid frame directly to her tightly bound body, especially her buttocks and her nether regions pressed against the saddle. Yu Yan's heart leaped into her throat, a sense of foreboding washing over her. She stammered, "You... what are you going to do..." But before she could finish, her words dissolved into a piercing scream. "Ahhh—!!!" Mr. Li's face contorted into an excited, savage grin as he rapidly pressed a few buttons on the remote. The next second, Yu Yan felt a thick, incredibly hard, cylindrical object shoot upwards from beneath the saddle without warning. It forcefully pried open her slick, tight flesh, plunging deep inside and instantly reaching her tender core at the very deepest point! The sudden, overwhelming pain and fullness of being penetrated and filled made her vision black out. Her body was jolted upwards by the immense force, and if not for her wrists and neck being held taut by the chains, she would have been thrown off the horse. This was just the beginning. The dildo, after reaching its deepest point, did not pause. It immediately withdrew at the same furious speed and force, only to plunge back in again within a very short distance! It wasn't gradual; it went straight into the most violent mode from the start. To exact revenge for Yu Yan's disdainful look earlier, and to satisfy his own twisted lust born of inadequacy, Mr. Li had deliberately turned the speed dial on the remote to its maximum setting! Yu Yan felt the thick, cold foreign object thrashing inside her like an out-of-control pile driver. Each thrust carried a brute force that threatened to tear her apart, brutally slamming against her innermost core, bringing a sensation of pain, soreness, and an intense friction that felt forced and against her will. Her body was driven by this violent rhythm, involuntarily bouncing upwards with each savage penetration, only to be pulled back by the chains and restraints, held in place to endure the next impact. Her screams were fragmented by the continuous, high-frequency impacts, turning into broken sobs and moans mixed with pain. Under the pink light, her body, bound to the horse, was like a small boat in a storm, violently rocking and trembling with the frenzied rhythm of the cold machine inside her. Sweat quickly soaked her hair and her qipao, mixing with the tears streaming from her eyes, and sliding down her pale, pained face. Mr. Li sat on the sofa, admiring the spectacle he had created, listening to the pained moans and the rhythmic hum of the machine, a look of extreme satisfaction and cruelty on his face, as if this were the feast he had truly been waiting for. The electric dildo continued its frenzied thrusting for a full ten minutes. After the initial intense pain and severe discomfort, Yu Yan's body seemed to be forced to adapt to this single, crude frequency. A sense of numbness mixed with an unusual burning sensation from the excessive friction began to spread. Her pain threshold was being pushed higher with each repeated impact.

The jolt of the dildo inside her and the tug of the nipple clamps became additional distractions, causing fine beads of sweat to quickly form on her forehead. Inch by inch, she shifted her body to the right, stretching her neck, trying to bring her face closer to the row of hooks on the wall. Closer, closer… Her lips could almost touch the cold metal key, and a surge of elation washed over her – victory was within reach! She strained to open her mouth, attempting to grip the key ring with her teeth and pull it off the hook. Just as her teeth were about to make contact with the key ring— “Ugh!!!” A sudden, piercing scream erupted from her throat! Her entire body convulsed violently, as if struck by high voltage! Her right foot, which was on the armrest, slipped abruptly, throwing her off balance. She was about to fall from the high armrest! In that critical moment, perhaps driven by survival instinct, or perhaps by an unyielding will, she tensed her core at the last second, bracing her left foot firmly against the back of the sofa. She narrowly stabilized herself, avoiding a direct fall, but her body was askew, and she was barely maintaining her balance through sheer force of will. The source of the excruciating pain was the two cold metal nipple clamps on her chest. In that instant, the clamps had released a powerful, sharp pulse of high-voltage current, akin to the blue spark from a lighter's igniter, striking her already red and swollen nipples without warning! The bone-chilling agony was like two red-hot steel needles piercing her nerves, making her vision black out. Tears and snot streamed uncontrollably from her eyes and nose, and every muscle in her body spasmed! This was clearly the "masterpiece" of President Li in the next room, who was watching her struggle through hidden cameras and had mercilessly pressed a tormenting button on his remote. The intense pain almost made her faint, but perhaps her abnormal tolerance for pain and electric shock, cultivated through previous "training" by the system, kicked in at this moment, or perhaps it was her own indomitable will. She managed to endure this wave of sudden, intense pain without completely breaking down. She gasped for air, her vision blurred by tears, but she stared intently at the key just within reach. That fierce determination surged back. Ignoring the fiery sting on her nipples, she stretched her neck again, struggling to reach the keys with her teeth. Her lips touched the cold metal, and she bit down on the key ring with her front teeth, then carefully slid the key off the hook. The process was excruciatingly difficult. Her neck and jaw ached from overextension, her teeth ground together from the effort, and sweat mixed with tears dripped continuously. But she didn't give up, adjusting her angle bit by bit, applying pressure gradually… Finally, with a soft "click," she successfully bit the key ring off the hook with her teeth! A thrill shot through her. She quickly and carefully retracted her body, slowly dismounted from the precarious armrest, and stepped back onto the relatively safe sofa cushion. She then practically collapsed onto the floor, leaning against the sofa, gasping for breath as if she had just survived a life-or-death struggle. After a brief respite, she used her hands, cuffed behind her back, to grope for the key and insert it into the lock of her handcuffs. However, the expected "click" of the lock opening never came. She twisted the key, but the lock cylinder remained stubbornly still. She tried again, with the same result. Hope, like a soap bubble, burst once more. This wasn't the key to her handcuffs… Overwhelming disappointment and frustration washed over her, and she almost cried, tears welling up in her eyes. She slumped to the floor, looking at the useless set of keys, then back up at the remaining sets on the wall. Retrieving the first, closest set had been so difficult, almost draining her of all strength, and she had endured the sudden electric shock. The remaining keys were even further away, and the difficulty of reaching them with her mouth would increase exponentially. And the damn dildo inside her was still thrusting relentlessly. At this moment of utter exhaustion, fading hope, and despair, the damned dildo inside her continued its frenzied thrusts, grinding against her swollen, raw inner walls. Extreme fatigue, mental anguish, physical torment, and this continuous, involuntary physiological stimulation, somehow, in the deepest part of her body, forcefully accumulated another wave of pleasure. She desperately tried to resist and suppress it, but her body betrayed her. That familiar, loathsome tingling spread from her violated core, quickly engulfing her entire body. She clamped her legs together in a futile attempt to stop the overwhelming pleasure from cresting. “Ah… no… Mmmph—!” A suppressed, desperate moan escaped her clenched teeth. Her body trembled and convulsed uncontrollably. Her already weakened body, drained of strength, completely lost its last reserves in this forcibly induced climax. Like her bones had been removed, she slumped limply onto the carpet, only able to twitch feebly with the orgasm, gasping for air, her eyes vacant as she stared at the ceiling, filled with self-loathing and helplessness. At this critical juncture, where her life and freedom hung in the balance, her body had once again been brought to climax by a dildo. This was, in a way, an even deeper humiliation. In the next room, President Li watched it all unfold on the monitor. He saw Yu Yan collapse on the floor, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm, fragmented moans escaping her lips. A satisfied smile spread across his fleshy face, as if he were witnessing his prey finally reveal her most vulnerable side under his torment. He swirled his wine glass and murmured, "Still got some fight left, huh… But surely, she can't hold on any longer, she'll give up now?" He leaned back comfortably in his chair, admiring Yu Yan's limp form, feeling that the "game" was almost over. He had even placed his finger on the remote's power button, ready to turn off the still-operating dildo and let his new "toy" rest before their next play session. However, five minutes passed, and Yu Yan on the screen remained motionless. Just as President Li thought she had completely given up and was about to press the off button, his eyes widened, and an expression of disbelief crossed his face. On the screen, the woman who should have broken down and surrendered was now pushing herself up from the floor, extremely slowly, with her hands! Her body was still trembling slightly, her face as pale as paper, her damp hair clinging to her face, but her eyes were terrifyingly bright, burning with an almost frenzied, unyielding flame. She climbed back onto the sofa. Though her steps were unsteady, as if she might collapse at any moment, she managed to get up, adjust her awkward and precarious position, and once again tilted her head back, setting her sights on the next set of keys on the wall! President Li's smile froze, then slowly disappeared, replaced by a complex expression of shock, confusion, and… a hint of admiration. Even with his twisted and perverted psychology, he had to admit that this woman's willpower was unimaginably tenacious. After enduring such torture and electric shock, dozens of orgasms, and with her strength almost completely depleted, she could still stand up and once again attempt that nearly impossible goal!

The architect of all this, at this very moment, was lounging comfortably in the plush leather chair of his office. Legs crossed, he watched the surveillance screen before him, which displayed a close-up of Yu Yan's discomposure in the conference room. Mr. Li toyed with the black remote control in his hand, a look of exhilaration on his face as he observed Yu Yan's contorted expression of pain and the stunned gazes of her colleagues. It was as if he were watching a spectacular play. Just as Yu Yan was about to stand and speak, he had deliberately set the vibration to its highest setting and activated the hidden "powerful contraction" function. This simulated a suction-cup-like gripping action at the tip of the dildo, fiercely "biting" into the most sensitive spot within her. The effect was even better than he had anticipated. "Tsk, tsk, so fragile. Can't handle this already? Looks like you need more training," he murmured to himself, a perverse gleam in his eyes. "But this struggle against pain, this forced surrender… it's utterly irresistible." Slowly, he reduced the intensity on the remote, but did not turn it off. Instead, he maintained a constant, moderate vibration, keeping Yu Yan in a state of heightened sensitivity and tension, unable to truly relax or concentrate. He wanted her to know that, no matter when or where, her body, her reactions, were firmly under his control. In the conference room, Manager Chen, though displeased, saw that something was clearly wrong with her and told her to rest in her seat and report later. Yu Yan was practically slumped in her chair, her legs clamped tightly together, head bowed. Orgasm after orgasm surged through her, seemingly without end. She had never experienced such intense and prolonged orgasms. Even with her boyfriend, they usually lasted only a few seconds. Now, in front of so many people, the fear of being discovered, coupled with the inexplicable stimulation, ignited a voice within her: *Don't hold back, let go, enjoy it to the fullest, and to hell with them all.* This seductive voice almost made her lose control, but in the end, reason prevailed over temptation. Under her extreme suppression, the orgasms, as if sensing her restraint, intensified and continued to batter her relentlessly. All of this was faithfully transmitted to Mr. Li's screen by the surveillance camera. The imported toy he had so carefully selected was indeed high-quality. Even at its maximum vibration setting, it emitted only a faint sound, almost imperceptible in the slightly noisy conference room, so there was no need to worry about it being detected. However, the powerful, precisely engineered motor delivered a potent shock, its forceful thrust transmitted through the grotesque silicone dildo to the deepest recesses of Yu Yan's body. If anyone were to lift her professional pencil skirt at that moment, they would be horrified to see her flat abdomen subtly undulating with the frantic vibrations of the foreign object within, as if something alive were struggling violently inside her! This bizarre and hidden spectacle was completely concealed beneath her modest attire. Only Yu Yan herself could fully comprehend the terrifying force that threatened to churn her insides, and the accompanying, exquisitely twisted pleasure and pain. Ten minutes later, the waves of orgasm finally subsided, and Yu Yan managed to regain some composure. By then, everyone else had finished their reports. Manager Chen looked at her, and Yu Yan knew it was her turn. She adjusted her skirt, stood up, forced herself to concentrate, and began her report on the follow-up progress with the Starshine Group's Mr. Wang's project from the previous week. However, after only a few sentences, the "demon" dormant within her stirred once more! Immediately, a completely different sensation of vibration coursed through her body. It was no longer the continuous, high-frequency tremor from before, but an intermittent, erratic pulsed vibration! Sometimes it was a few gentle tremors, like a feather's caress, causing her voice to tremble involuntarily. Other times, without warning, it would erupt into a short, powerful surge, like a heavy hammer striking a drum, tightening her abdomen and abruptly cutting off her words. She had to bite her tongue fiercely to swallow back a gasp. "...Mr. Wang showed... uh... some interest in our... *cough*... initial proposal... but... but..." Her report became fragmented, her voice alternating between dry and strained, then suddenly rising or falling. Her gaze was unfocused, and the cold sweat that had just been wiped away reappeared on her forehead. Her breathing grew erratic, mirroring the unpredictable vibration pattern within her. The physiological response, forcibly triggered against her will, caused her face to flush deeper, spreading to her neck and the roots of her ears. The atmosphere in the conference room grew tense. Her colleagues exchanged glances, and her superiors frowned. Manager Chen's expression darkened, clearly displeased with Yu Yan's "distracted" and "incoherent" reporting. Finally, with all her might, Yu Yan struggled against the unseen hand controlling her from within and managed to stammer out the last word of her report. She swayed, almost collapsing, and quickly steadied herself by gripping the edge of the table. Manager Chen looked at her flushed face, the beads of cold sweat, and her vacant eyes, her brow furrowed. Although dissatisfied with her poor performance, she ultimately attributed Yu Yan's abnormal state to feeling unwell. She waved her hand, her tone tinged with concern: "Alright, that's enough for the report. Yu Yan, you look very unwell. Are you sick? Don't push yourself. We'll stop here for today. Put aside any urgent work and go see a doctor. Don't delay." Yu Yan felt as if she had been granted a reprieve. She quickly lowered her head, her voice hoarse as she replied, "Th-thank you, Manager Chen." Without waiting to see anyone's reaction, she practically fled, legs clamped tightly together, from the conference room. Little did she know that after she left, hushed whispers filled the room. And all of it, including her every lapse, her forced composure, her flushed face, and her fragmented speech during the report, was being clearly transmitted by the hidden camera in the corner to Mr. Li's office screen. Watching Yu Yan's embarrassed retreat, Mr. Li leaned back in his chair, took a sip of his now-cold coffee, and a triumphant smile spread across his face. The first phase of "public training" and "obedience testing" seemed to have yielded significant results. Meanwhile, Yu Yan practically sprinted into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. As the elevator descended, she leaned against the cold metal wall, her body still trembling slightly. Suddenly, her phone vibrated again, a new message popping up: "Looks like Manager Chen is very considerate, giving my little slave a day off. Perfect. Get in my car, Master will take you somewhere nice, let the little slave broaden your horizons." Yu Yan stared at the message, her vision darkening, her chest tightening. That perverted bastard! He had made her a spectacle in the morning meeting with his vulgar tactics, humiliating her completely, and now he wouldn't let her go? He wanted to take her somewhere "nice"? She knew with her toes it wouldn't be anything good! She clutched her phone tightly, and finally, a barely audible sigh escaped her lips. At that moment, as her emotions churned and her body relaxed slightly due to the emotional turmoil, the vibrating toy in her lower body suddenly felt a distinct tendency to slide outwards. Although the toy's surface was covered in raised bumps for increased friction, after the prolonged, high-intensity vibrations in the conference room, her inner core was already slick with viscous fluids. This extreme slipperiness greatly reduced the grip of those bumps. The emptiness and fear of exposure caused by the outward sliding of the foreign object made her heart clench! She reflexively contracted her pelvic muscles, trying to "lock" it back in place. However, in her panic, she made a mistake. To increase the grip, she instinctively slammed her legs, which had been slightly parted to relieve pressure, tightly together. This squeeze, instead of helping, acted like a pair of invisible hands, applying outward pressure and pushing the already slippery and loose dildo out another inch.

The buzz-cut man's face lit up with excitement at the words. He immediately pulled a bundle of dark green nylon rope from his waist, hefted it in his hand, and fixed his gaze on Yu Yan, who stood behind Mr. Li, his mouth offering a perfunctory reply, "Don't worry, Mr. Li, the brothers know what they're doing. We'll make sure she has a memorable experience without harming your precious darling." With that, he clutched the bundle of nylon rope and advanced step by step towards Yu Yan, who was retreating, her face a mask of terror. Yu Yan looked at the rough nylon rope and the buzz-cut man's ill-intentioned eyes, then at Mr. Li, who stood with his arms crossed, smoking and watching with amusement, and the long-haired man with equally lecherous eyes. Despair, like a cold tide, instantly engulfed her. The BMW's body pressed against Yu Yan's back, leaving her nowhere to retreat. Yu Yan struggled in vain, her hands flailing against the buzz-cut man's chest, but her strength was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in his eyes. The buzz-cut man chuckled and easily grabbed her slender wrists. The grip was so strong, like iron tongs, that her bones ached, and she couldn't help but cry out in pain. The buzz-cut man ignored her struggles and cries, roughly twisting her hands behind her back with practiced ease. Then, he unfurled the nylon rope and looped it around her neck! Yu Yan froze, her breath catching in her throat. The buzz-cut man wrapped the rope around her neck, tightening it to a point that felt constricting but not suffocating, then began to work on her upper body. The rope snaked around her armpits, breasts, and abdomen, loop after loop, binding her tightly. The buzz-cut man's movements were swift; he was clearly an old hand at this. He deliberately wrapped the rope around Yu Yan's full breasts several times, tightening it forcefully. The rough nylon dug deep into her tender flesh, cruelly compressing her soft mounds into a distorted, erotic shape. Intense pain shot from her constricted chest. Every breath pulled at her compressed ribs and lungs, making it difficult to breathe. But that wasn't all. The buzz-cut man pulled out another length of rope, squatted down, and bound her legs together, starting from her ankles and working his way up to her thighs, tightening the rope just as forcefully. Her legs were now securely bound, rendering her completely unable to move freely, leaving her to stand unsteadily like a lamb to the slaughter. As he was tying her thighs, his gaze inadvertently swept over the hem of Yu Yan's tight pencil skirt, revealing a sliver of a pink vibrator. The device was clearly still active, vibrating at a low frequency in some pattern. The buzz-cut man paused for a moment, then a knowing, lewd smile spread across his face. He looked up at Yu Yan, his eyes filled with even deeper desire. "Well, well! Who would have thought, you little slut? You look so pure on the outside, but you play dirty on the inside! Still got that thing in there? Tsk tsk, Mr. Li really knows how to train you." He spat, then said mockingly, "Brother sees that it's inconvenient for you to walk with that thing on, so I'll help you secure it. Wouldn't want it to fall out, would we? Heh heh!" With that, he unceremoniously reached out, pressed the base of the vibrator through her skirt, feeling the vibration from below. Then, he picked up the remaining length of nylon rope and quickly fashioned a loop around Yu Yan's waist. He then let the rope hang down in front of her, directly into her skirt, making Yu Yan tremble all over. The rope wrapped around the base of the vibrator, cinching it tightly several times. Then, the other end of the rope was pulled out from between her legs, from behind her buttocks, all the way to the small of her back, threading through the loop he had just tied around her waist. He grabbed the rope and yanked hard. This sudden pull not only tightened the loop around her waist but, through the rope behind her buttocks, pulled the vibrator, still vibrating faintly within her, deeper into her body! The rough, protruding nubs violently ground against her delicate inner walls, bringing a tearing pain and an indescribable sense of humiliation! Yu Yan's vision went black. The intense pain and stimulation made her instantly lose strength, her body going limp as if its bones had been removed, and she slumped to the side. The buzz-cut man, prepared for this, caught her collapsing body and held her in his arms. One hand unceremoniously roamed and squeezed her body, while the other quickly tied a knot at the small of her back, securing the end of the rope permanently. "How is it? Feels good, right? Brother is being very good to you, helping you secure your treasure tightly so it won't fall out," the buzz-cut man leered into her ear. At this moment, Yu Yan's posture was utterly humiliating. Her legs were bound tightly together, her upper body was trussed up, her breasts were pushed up high by the rope, the loop around her waist was cinched tight, and the rope extending from behind her buttocks pulled her pencil skirt upwards, exposing half of her buttock to the air. The vibrator, tightly secured by the nylon rope, was also faintly visible. The buzz-cut man gave her exposed buttock a light slap and called out to his companion, who had been watching with eager eyes, "Alright, Long Hair, your turn!" Long Hair had been impatient for a while. Hearing this, he immediately leered and leaned in. He pulled a black leather collar, resembling a pet's collar, from his pocket and placed it around Yu Yan's slender neck, right on top of the nylon rope. A metal ring was attached to the front of the collar. He took out a thin metal chain with a clasp at one end and attached it to the iron ring on the front of the collar. He tugged the chain, confirming it was secure, then, like leading a dog, pulled forward on the chain. "Let's go, little beauty. Don't just stand there like a fool. Come inside with us and see the world. I guarantee you'll have your eyes opened, heh heh..." Yu Yan's legs were bound, making normal walking impossible. When Long Hair pulled her, she immediately lost her balance and stumbled forward several steps, managing to stay upright only by hopping with her bound legs. Every movement caused the nylon ropes, digging deeply into her flesh, to chafe her painfully, especially around her chest and waist, where it felt like her blood was being cut off. The vibrator, secured inside her, also continuously stimulated her sensitive nerves due to the movement of her body and the tugging of the ropes.

The spotlight at the center of the stage had been adjusted in angle and brightness, focusing on a peculiar metal structure that had never appeared before. It was an iron rod, about two meters high and as thick as an arm, standing vertically. The rod was not smooth; numerous thumb-thick metal rods extended outwards from it in an orderly fashion, their angles adjustable. Each of these smaller rods ended in an intricate buckle and shackle, adjustable for tightness. The structure was complex and precise, exuding a cold, industrial aesthetic. The host's electrifying voice boomed through the microphone once more, "Ladies and gentlemen! Hold your breath and widen your eyes! The most thrilling moment is about to arrive—the Steel Restraint Show begins now!" The audience below, already aroused by the two beauties clad only in black silk, their curves accentuated, erupted in deafening cheers. Whistles and howls filled the air, thick with raw desire. The host, satisfied, retreated to the shadows at the edge of the stage, leaving it to the performers. Two burly men gently placed Yu Yan and the fox-woman beside the peculiar iron rod. Then, they began a dazzling display of operations. Before Yu Yan could fully comprehend their movements, a strong hand grabbed her ankle, and the cold touch of metal followed. A delicate ankle cuff clicked shut around her left ankle, then her right. She was forcibly turned around, her back to the iron rod, and also to the fox-woman, who was similarly being restrained. She could feel the fox-woman's body heat rising behind her, accompanied by a slight tremor. But this tremor didn't seem to be from fear; it was more like… excitement? The subsequent process felt like being part of a precise mechanical assembly for Yu Yan. Her arms were pulled behind her back, her wrists forced together, and locked with a cold metal handcuff, binding her wrists tightly. Her elbows were then secured by another, slightly larger ring, forming the standard "hands-bound-behind-the-back" posture. Next, her calves were folded backward, her ankles pulled, and pressed tightly against the similarly folded calves of the fox-woman behind her. Then, with a series of soft clicks, "click... click...", their calves were tightly locked together by several iron restraints! Yu Yan even felt her toes being separated, each toe secured by a tiny metal ring, and then locked together with the corresponding toes of the fox-woman behind her! Fingers intertwined, and so did their toes. This extreme, minute restraint brought not only a physical connection but also a psychological sense of complete bondage, as if even the most distal nerves were intimately connected to another stranger's body. Throughout this process, the fox-woman showed no signs of discomfort. Instead, she emitted low moans of pleasure from the very beginning. When the iron cuffs tightened around her wrists, a sigh of contentment escaped her throat. Her body even leaned slightly towards Yu Yan, the skin of her black silk-clad thigh pressing against Yu Yan's, sending a subtle shiver through her, as if this restraint was exactly what she craved. Finally, the two women were fixed on either side of the iron rod in a visually striking pose, back to back, like reflections in a mirror. Their knees rested on cold, slightly raised metal points, their calves folded backward and locked tightly to each other's. Their arms were bound behind them, their bodies forced forward, their breasts more prominent under the black silk, their waists deeply indented, and their hips arched backward. They were suspended in a kneeling posture, their balance entirely supported by the iron rod and the various restraints. The audience's excitement was completely ignited. Whistles, screams, and heavy panting mingled together. Countless gazes, like flames, burned onto the "exhibits" on stage, bound in bizarre postures. The men's eyes gleamed with greed and desire, while the women displayed expressions of curiosity, envy, or disdain. Amidst this boiling clamor, a low mechanical whirring sound emanated from within the iron rod. Immediately, the metal pillar, bearing the weight of the two women, began to rotate slowly. At first, it was slow, like a turntable displaying a sculpture, allowing the audience from every angle to clearly see the details of their bondage. The taut muscle lines under the black silk, the curves of their bodies made more alluring by the restraints. Although they wore masks, they couldn't completely hide their expressions. The fox-woman tilted her head slightly, her eyes half-closed, her long eyelashes fluttering. Her lips seemed to curve upwards, and her body swayed gently with the rotation, as if welcoming it. Yu Yan, on the other hand, remained expressionless. As she rotated, she looked out at the audience. Although the spotlight made her eyes unable to open fully, after slowly adjusting, she saw the Wolf-Head man in booth 26 raising his wine glass and signaling to her. Yu Yan glared fiercely at him, not caring if he saw it or not. Just as she was about to be rotated away from the audience's view, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing in the last row out of the corner of her eye. As she tried to turn her head to get a clearer look, she found her neck tightly locked by the iron restraints, her head unable to move. She could only wait until she was rotated back to see clearly. A short while later, when she was turned back towards the audience, she looked at the corner of the back row, but the figure had already disappeared. She thought it might be her imagination; it was so dark in the audience, she might have misjudged. As the iron rod's rotation speed gradually increased, their bodies began to trace larger arcs in the air, like a spinning swing. The centrifugal force lifted their bodies upwards. The rotation brought a slight sense of dizziness, and also subjected the restrained joints and muscles to continuous pressure. However, this pressure had almost no effect on Yu Yan at this moment. If not for the restrictions, she felt she could have broken free from the restraints in less than five minutes. The cheers from the audience grew louder and louder, some even standing up to get a better look. The iron rod continued to rotate for about five minutes, its speed increasing, causing Yu Yan and the fox-woman, tightly bound to its sides, to trace dazzling arcs in the air, like black butterflies pinned to a windmill. The fox-woman initially let out moans and groans of enjoyment, but as the centrifugal force from the rotation intensified, coupled with the continuous restraint and pressure on her body, and the special black silk material seeming to be exceptionally sensitive to friction and pressure, amplifying every sensation, her breathing became increasingly rapid and disordered. Her body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably. Her calves and toes, pressed tightly against Yu Yan's, twitched with spasms. Finally, under the intense dizziness caused by a high-speed rotation, the accumulated pleasure deep within her body reached its critical point. She suddenly threw her head back and let out a high-pitched cry of ecstasy. Then, under the gaze of countless eyes in the audience, her lower body, clad in black silk, seemed to lose control, gushing out streams of clear, transparent liquid. The powerful flow penetrated the thin black silk, tracing a long arc in the air, splashing onto the smooth floor below. The sight was both decadent and shocking. Yu Yan, bound to her, could clearly feel all of her partner's bodily reactions during her climax.

The young master suppressed the heat in his heart and commanded, "Loosen the steel wire on her left leg!" A thug immediately stepped forward and carefully used pliers to untie the taut steel wire around Yu Yan's left ankle. Without the restraining force, Yu Yan's left leg dropped, but as the other leg and her hands were still bound, she lost her balance and tilted slightly to the left. Young Master Wang stepped forward, grabbed her fallen left ankle, and without any gentleness, forcefully bent her lower leg backward until her heel was pressed tightly against the back of her thigh, forming a frog-leg-like posture. This process pulled at her whipped muscles, causing a wave of intense pain that made Yu Yan involuntarily let out a pained grunt from her nose. Young Master Wang signaled his men to bring the rough hemp rope that had been soaked in lard. This rope, after being soaked in oil, became more pliable, harder to escape from, and possessed immense friction. Once tightened, it was almost impossible to break free by brute force. Several thugs immediately stepped forward and, in a flurry of activity, held down Yu Yan's bent left leg. Starting from the ankle, they began to wrap the hemp rope around it, circle after circle. They knew this woman was terrifyingly agile and possessed astonishing strength, so they bound her with exceptional force. The rough hemp rope dug deeply into her fair, tender flesh. Each loop tightened, causing the skin to bulge high, forming uneven, raised welts. They even used a cross-binding technique, repeatedly wrapping and knotting at crucial points to ensure absolute security. Finally, even her foot was forcibly bent and tied tightly to her thigh with the hemp rope. Her entire left leg was folded and bound into a tightly curled position that could not be extended. Yu Yan struggled and writhed during this process, but her physical strength was greatly depleted, and with only one leg capable of movement, her resistance was weak and futile. Soon, her left leg was bound like a solid meat dumpling, utterly immobile. Young Master Wang followed suit, ordering his men to loosen the steel wire on Yu Yan's right leg and similarly bind her right leg with hemp rope, using the same method as the left. Now, both of Yu Yan's legs were folded and bound tightly against her body. Even if she had the strength, she could only helplessly writhe her hips, unable to make any effective escape movements with her legs. But Young Master Wang still seemed uneasy. He scanned the dilapidated factory and his gaze fell upon a steel pipe about a meter long in the corner. He had someone pick up the pipe and signaled the thugs to place it horizontally between the bent knees of Yu Yan's bound legs. Then, they forcefully spread her legs apart to her limit, until her thighs were almost parallel to the ground, forming an extremely humiliating, wide-open M-shape. Next, they used hemp rope to securely tie each of her thighs to the ends of the cold steel pipe, just above the knees and above the ankles. In this way, her legs were not only folded and bound but also forcibly fixed in a wide-apart position by the steel pipe, making it impossible to bring them together, completely eliminating any possibility of movement. Looking at his masterpiece, Young Master Wang finally nodded with satisfaction, a triumphant smile on his face. He rubbed his hands and commanded his thugs, "Alright, now loosen her hands!" As the two taut steel wires on her wrists were untied, losing their upward pull, Yu Yan's body "thumped" heavily onto the cold cement floor, causing her to let out a muffled groan. Several burly men who had been waiting nearby immediately rushed forward like hungry tigers, fumbling to hold her down and twist her arms behind her back. Yu Yan's hands were freed, and she instinctively resisted. Although her legs were bound and fixed, making it impossible to stand or move, her arm strength remained. Enduring the soreness and fatigue throughout her body, she swung her arms, blocking and pushing away the attacking thugs, even repelling a few with elbow strikes and punches. However, as Young Master Wang had predicted, she was at the end of her rope. The prolonged whipping and suspension, along with the exertion, had left her with little strength. Moreover, with her legs firmly fixed, her balance was extremely poor, and she could only sit on the ground, her range of motion severely restricted. Under the assault of seven or eight strong men, her resistance was quickly suppressed. Someone grabbed her waist tightly from behind, someone else held her wrists, and another pressed down on her shoulders. Despite her desperate struggles, even using her head to ram at those who got close, she was no match for so many. She was eventually forced to the ground, her arms roughly twisted behind her back and crossed. "Tie it tighter! Wrap the rope around a few more times!" Young Master Wang commanded excitedly from the side. The thugs immediately took out more oiled hemp rope. Starting from Yu Yan's wrists, they wrapped it circle after circle, with extreme force, upwards, over her elbows, and then binding her upper arms, securing her arms tightly behind her back. The hemp rope dug into her flesh, causing Yu Yan to break out in a cold sweat. This was not the end. They then used rope to thread through the steel pipe, tightly binding her waist to the pipe as well, ensuring that her entire upper body could not twist significantly. Soon, Yu Yan was bound in an extremely humiliating manner. Her legs were spread wide, folded and tightly bound to the ends of the steel pipe. Her arms were bound behind her back and tightly secured to her body. A large gag was stuffed in her mouth, and her entire body was naked, her flesh bulging upwards where the hemp rope had dug in. She was like a bird stripped of its feathers and with broken wings, completely robbed of her ability to resist, able only to crawl desperately on the cold ground, as Young Master Wang's lecherous gaze roamed over her body at will. Young Master Wang rubbed his hands, eager to drag this bound, beautiful body to the broken bed in the nearby guardhouse to enjoy. However, his peripheral vision caught sight of one of his subordinates, whose nose was bleeding from Yu Yan's headbutt earlier and who was now stuffing tissues into his nostrils. His heart gave a sudden jolt. This bitch is too wild! Even like this, she can still headbutt someone. What if, when he was in the middle of having fun, she did that to him, hitting his nose or eyes, that would be too dangerous. He circled the immobilized Yu Yan, who was bound like a dumpling and sprawled on the ground, unable to move. His brow furrowed as he pondered how to prevent her from moving her head. Old Scar, standing nearby, watched Young Master Wang circle around the prize he was about to devour, feeling as restless as a cat. He was waiting for Young Master Wang to finish so he could have a share. He had never played with such a top-tier specimen. He couldn't help but step forward and cautiously ask, "Young Master Wang, what's wrong? Is there something you're still worried about?"

He moved with practiced speed, anticipating the fall, and stepped forward to catch Yu Yan as she stumbled. His hands, however, were far from innocent, roaming over her sensitive spots with a possessive grip, taking full advantage of the situation. "Crash! Splatter—!" Three wine glasses flew from his grasp, landing on the carpet. Though the glasses remained intact, their contents spilled out. The blonde man, witnessing this, immediately crowed with schadenfreude, "All the wine's spilled! This second round is a complete failure, right?" Li Shao steadied Yu Yan, helping her to stand precariously. Then, with a triumphant smirk, he announced, "Of course! Failure to complete the challenge means a severe punishment! Since Miss Yu has spilled all the wine, the punishment is escalated! Now, we will select three toys for Miss Yu to wear. Then, we move directly to the third round!" The blonde man was the first to jump forward, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "Alright, alright, I'll pick the first one!" His eyes scanned the pile of toys before he grabbed a black leather single glove. He moved behind Yu Yan, twisted her arms behind her back, and despite her weak struggles, shoved her hands into the glove, then yanked the strap tight, locking it. Yu Yan's arms were immediately secured behind her, rendering her immobile. The skinny monkey, eager to choose a prop, couldn't wait any longer and shouted, "It's my turn for the second one!" His gaze leered over Yu Yan's body before he picked up a butt plug with a gleaming metal head and a small bottle of lubricant. He squeezed some onto the plug. He crouched behind Yu Yan, lifted her short skirt, and slowly inserted the metal butt plug into her anus. "Mmm!" The metal plug disappeared completely, leaving only a round metal base protruding from her rear. He noticed Yu Yan's body tense, the stimulation in her rear seemingly eliciting a strong reaction. Li Shao looked at Yu Yan, her hands bound behind her with the single glove, a butt plug inserted, leg cuffs on her thighs, a nipple clamp on her chest, a gag in her mouth, and a vibrator buzzing inside her. She was almost fully equipped. He burst into laughter, "Hahaha... So, for the third item, I'll make the choice!" He picked up a small, silver-gleaming nose hook – a metal device with small hooks at each end, connected by a fine chain in the middle. He reached out, pinched Yu Yan's delicate nose, and threaded the hooks through each of her nostrils. The chain wrapped over the top of her head, securely binding to the strap of the gag at the back. This arrangement pulled her refined nose upwards, forcing her nostrils slightly open. Her entire facial expression contorted grotesquely due to the distortion of her nose. Her usual cold elegance vanished, replaced by a twisted, slutty helplessness. Tears of humiliation welled in the corners of her eyes. Li Shao clapped his hands with satisfaction. "Alright, the adornment is complete! Now, let's begin the long-awaited third round!" The third round's activity stumped Li Shao for a moment. He didn't have any good ideas and looked to see if anyone else had suggestions. He scanned the room, only to find them all staring expectantly at him, implying they had no ideas either. The room fell silent. In this brief lull, Wang Shao, who had been leaning against the sofa as if detached from the proceedings, suddenly moved. He set down his wine glass and slowly unbuckled his belt. With a soft "click," his waistband slid down slightly, revealing his crotch, tightly encased in his underwear, which was bulging prominently. He chuckled, "For this third round... I think we should skip all the fancy stuff. Let's keep it simple. My new girlfriend here will properly service the three brothers' little friends until... they cum. I'll go first, to set an example for the others." With that, he leaned back leisurely against the sofa, legs slightly apart, seemingly awaiting Yu Yan. Yu Yan froze, her body trembling with extreme shame and anger. Her mouth was stuffed with a gag, her hands securely bound behind her in the single glove, leg cuffs restricting her movement, a nipple clamp on her chest, a butt plug in her rear, and a vibrating toy inside her. Her nose was hooked, rendering her like a doll stripped of her autonomy. How could she, how could she possibly... do such a thing in front of everyone? Seeing her inaction, a cold glint flashed in Wang Shao's eyes. He casually moved his finger, pressing a button on a remote in his pocket. "Urk!" Yu Yan's eyes widened abruptly as the titanium collar around her neck tightened. A suffocating sensation choked her, and her vision blurred. But the tightening lasted less than a second before loosening slightly. This brief, lethal warning was like a bucket of ice water dousing the last spark of defiance in Yu Yan's heart. The threat of the collar was real, cold, and undeniable. She knew she had no choice. Tears welled in her eyes, but she forced them back. She slowly shuffled her feet. The bizarre high heels, the leg cuffs, the interference from the various toys inside her made every step incredibly difficult. Her body swayed, as if she might fall at any moment. Thus, under the leering, greedy, and excited gazes of everyone present, she moved, step by humiliating and clumsy step, towards Wang Shao. Wang Shao deliberately did not remove his underwear. He merely pulled his pants down to his knees, looking at Yu Yan with a mocking expression. He wanted to see how Yu Yan, in her current state, would manage to remove his underwear. Yu Yan understood Wang Shao's intention. She adjusted her stance, then bent her knees and knelt forward. Fortunately, a thick carpet covered the floor in front of the sofa, so her knees only felt a dull ache. She knelt between Wang Shao's legs. With her thighs restricted by the leg cuffs, she could only adopt an awkward posture, her hips jutting out. She brought her face, tilted upwards by the nose hook, towards Wang Shao's waist. Her hands were firmly bound behind her in the single glove, rendering them useless. The only tool she could use was her mouth, stretched open by the gag. She lowered her head with effort, using the rubber ball in her mouth to clumsily nudge the edge of Wang Shao's underwear, attempting to pull it down. Saliva uncontrollably dripped from the holes of the gag, leaving wet, shameful streaks on Wang Shao's underwear as she moved. However, the gag was not fingers and lacked leverage, and the underwear was quite elastic. After much effort, she only managed to slide the edge of the underwear down a little, nowhere near enough to remove it. During this process, other parts of her body rubbed against each other due to her kneeling posture and exertion, stimulating the various toys on her. She couldn't help but let out moans, "Mmm... Ah..." The sounds, muffled by the gag, became even more lewd. This further stimulated Wang Shao. The desire between his legs had swelled to its limit, his underwear almost bursting. Finally, he lost patience, or perhaps he had enjoyed Yu Yan's helpless struggle enough. He reached out, grabbed the edge of his underwear, and yanked it down sharply. "Snap!" With a soft sound, his underwear was pulled down to his thighs. His already engorged penis, no longer restrained, sprang out like a cannonball. Veins throbbed beneath the skin, its tip glistening with clear mucus. It struck Yu Yan's cheek with a hot breath and the potent scent of male hormones. The erect penis stood straight before Yu Yan, as if awaiting her ministrations. Yu Yan looked at the monstrous penis inches from her face, feeling at a loss. What was she supposed to do? Her hands were securely bound in the single glove, making it impossible to caress, let alone help him jerk off until he ejaculated. Her mouth was blocked by the gag, making oral sex impossible. The only apparent way for him to release seemed to be... her own pussy. But, her pussy was currently occupied by a wildly vibrating toy... Seconds ticked by. Yu Yan tried to twist her body, attempting to use her bound arms or other parts of her body to touch him, but the single glove and leg cuffs severely restricted her movements. Several attempts proved futile. Wang Shao's impatience grew more evident, and a slight tightening sensation from the collar around her neck made her gasp for breath. She couldn't hesitate any longer. In her current state, the only way to make his penis ejaculate was with her own pussy. She painstakingly shifted her body, leaning against the edge of the sofa, and slowly stood up. The high heels, leg cuffs, bound hands, and the interference of the various objects inside her made this simple act of standing incredibly difficult. Finally, she stood unsteadily. Turning her back to Wang Shao, she slightly parted her legs, restricted by the chain of the leg cuffs, and positioned herself over Wang Shao's towering, thick phallus, lowering herself down.

Lin Wan'er looked with satisfaction at her creation, a little bitch forced to kneel in a humiliating posture, completely wrapped in black leather, with only her helpless eyes and private parts exposed. She picked up a matching black leather leash, with an exquisite silver buckle at the end. She leaned down and with a "click," fastened the cold buckle onto the leather harness around Yu Yan's neck. She gently tugged the leash, her voice carrying a pleased command, "Come, my little dog, let mistress see if you can walk steadily." Pulled by the force, Yu Yan lurched forward, a bone gag in her mouth, only able to emit muffled "woofs." She struggled to move, her arms and legs bound together by the leather harness, making normal crawling impossible. She could only rely on her elbows and knees, two small points of contact, to inch forward laboriously across the carpet. With every movement, the cold metal butt plug deeply inserted into her rear cavity, churned and rubbed against her anus with the undulations of her body, bringing waves of indescribable, strange sensations and pressure. And the fluffy tail attached to the end of the butt plug swayed left and right behind her with her clumsy crawling, as if it had a life of its own. The sight was both humiliating and bizarre. Lin Wan'er, holding the leash like she was walking a real pet, strolled slowly across the living room carpet, occasionally giving a gentle tug to adjust the "puppy's" direction or speed. She looked down, admiring Yu Yan's pathetic crawling posture, her red lips parting slightly as she continuously uttered words of humiliation: "Yes, just like that, my little slutty dog, you're crawling so well. Look at you, where is the slightest trace of the cold, proud CEO Yu from during the day? Hmm? Now you're just a little bitch who can't leave her mistress." "Mmm... your crawling posture is really ugly, but it's okay, mistress will teach you slowly. One day you'll crawl as elegantly as a real poodle." "Tsk tsk, look at that tail wagging. Do you like being stuffed from behind so much? Does it feel uncomfortable when it's empty inside? What a shameless little dog." Each word struck Yu Yan's self-esteem like a whip. Her cheeks, encased in leather, were flushed red. She lowered her head, not daring to look at Lin Wan'er's expression, her gaze fixed on the carpet's pattern before her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced them back. Her movements became increasingly difficult, her elbows and knees soon aching from the friction. But what broke her even more was the gradually rising, uncontrollable physiological response within her. Perhaps it was the continuous and deep stimulation from the butt plug, perhaps it was the dual effect of the extreme humiliation and psychological stimulation, or perhaps it was a sensitivity activated by the system's modifications to her body, something she hadn't fully understood... She felt her exposed little cunt, uncovered and vulnerable, begin to uncontrollably secrete warm fluid. A familiar heat, a mixture of shame and faint pleasure, rose from her lower abdomen. "Huh?" Lin Wan'er, holding the leash, seemed to notice something. She stopped, crouched down, and leaned closer to examine Yu Yan's forced-up rear. Then, she let out a surprised, delighted chuckle: "Oh my, my little dog, what's wrong? You're leaking while crawling? Look at this shiny silver line..." With a finger adorned with exquisite manicured nails, she gently scraped the edge of Yu Yan's slightly parting vaginal opening, displaying the strand of transparent silk that slowly dripped down due to gravity, shimmering with a lewd sheen under the light, before Yu Yan's eyes. Her voice was filled with exaggerated surprise and mockery, "You've only walked a few steps, with something stuffed in your rear, and you're already this wet down there? You little slutty cunt, were you born to be fucked? Without a man... oh no, without mistress's discipline, you get so itchy you can't stand it, and have to leak some water out, don't you?" "Wuu...! Wuwuwu...!" Yu Yan shook her head violently, emitting fierce but muffled denials and protests through her whimpers. Humiliated tears finally broke through her defenses, sliding down her cheeks, constricted by the edges of the hood. Her body trembled more violently, and the uncontrollable wetness in her lower body, amplified by the explicit humiliation, surged even more, secreting more lubricating fluid. She wished she could dig a hole and disappear, or die on the spot, anything to escape the agony of having her body's most shameful reactions exposed to her tormentor and repeatedly flayed by their words. However, her bound body and the leash around her neck firmly pinned her to this humiliating reality, with nowhere to escape. Lin Wan'er savored her violent reaction, her smile widening. She stood up, gently tugged the leash again, her voice light and cheerful, "Alright, don't be shy, it's normal for little dogs to get horny. Come, keep crawling, let mistress see how much water your little slutty cunt can leak today." Lin Wan'er's humiliating words acted as a catalyst, combined with the continuous friction and churning of the butt plug in Yu Yan's rear cavity as she crawled in a canine posture, and the hidden stimulation from her body being in an extreme, humiliating position for an extended period. The superposition of these factors ignited an inextinguishable, wicked fire within her. She felt her honeyed cunt seemed to have completely betrayed her will, the lubricating fluid secreting uncontrollably and continuously, eventually forming glistening silver threads that slowly dripped down between her legs, leaving intermittent, lewd wet trails on the soft carpet she had crawled over. Each crawl caused the butt plug deeply inserted into her rear cavity to churn, and made the contractions of her front cunt more sensitive, secreting more slippery fluid. Lin Wan'er clearly took it all in. Her pace, holding the leash, was unhurried. She looked down from above, her gaze lingering on Yu Yan's continuously dripping private parts and the fluffy tail that swayed with her crawling. Her humiliation escalated, becoming more explicit and targeted. "Look, my little dog is truly made of water, you're even wetting the carpet. Crawling so slowly, is it because your little mouth in front is sucking too tightly, reluctant to leave the ground? Or is it that your little tail behind is wagging so wildly it's shaken your soul away, and you're only focused on leaking water?"

After enduring several more days in this manner, the Blissful Holy Lord finally ordered the two women to be released from the machines. He was well aware that if he continued to exploit them relentlessly, these two precious "cauldrons" would likely be depleted and rendered useless before long. They were each placed in separate, small cells deep underground. The walls of the rooms were made of cold steel, and besides a bare iron slab bed, there was nothing else. One day, the Holy Lord first paced into Bi Ji's room. Bi Ji sat quietly on the edge of the iron bed, her gaze vacant as she stared at the cold wall in front of her, lost in thought. Compared to her previous pallor, her complexion was now considerably more ruddy, clearly indicating that the rest period had restored some of her vitality. The Holy Lord nodded with satisfaction and murmured to himself, "Excellent. In a few more days, she'll be able to produce high-quality milk again." Although Bi Ji possessed special abilities, her physique was not inherently robust. Therefore, no additional restraints were imposed on her, as the Holy Lord surmised she would be incapable of escape. After inspecting Bi Ji, the Holy Lord turned and entered Yu Yan's cell. The moment he stepped inside, he was met by Yu Yan's furious eyes, which seemed capable of spitting fire. However, her naturally gentle beauty, even when displaying extreme anger, lent her a fragile, helpless air on her exquisite face, which, in the Holy Lord's eyes, only intensified his desire. At this moment, Yu Yan's upper body was still tightly bound by the mysterious Stardust Restraint Chain, accentuating her astonishing curves. Her thighs, meanwhile, were firmly locked by heavy leg cuffs forged from some unknown, peculiar metal. The chains were short, allowing her only minuscule steps, rendering her incapable of generating any force for running or kicking. No matter how great her strength, she could not stir up any trouble under this dual restraint. The Holy Lord calmly walked to the iron bed and sat down. He then unceremoniously pulled Yu Yan's soft body into his embrace, one hand unceremoniously covering her breasts, which had become even larger and fuller due to the lactation-inducing agents, feeling their astonishing elasticity. He chuckled low in Yu Yan's ear, "Don't look at me like that. You walked right into this trap yourself... Did you really think I didn't know you were a spy sent by those good-for-nothings from the Black Wolf Gang?" Feeling the body in his arms stiffen abruptly, he continued unhurriedly, "Unfortunately, the Black Wolf Gang has already been uprooted by me. All their hidden contacts, including the people meant to receive you, have been thoroughly eliminated. You are alone now, with no one to rely on... So, stop dreaming of unrealistic things. Stay here obediently and be my milk producer. Perhaps if I'm in a good mood, I'll make you suffer a little less." This sudden news struck Yu Yan like a bolt from the blue, exploding in her mind. Her ears buzzed, her vision darkened, and all her plans and hopes seemed to vanish into thin air in that instant. The Holy Lord's lust was now at its peak, his monstrous phallus already erect. Seeing Yu Yan's dazed and hollow-eyed appearance, his beastly nature surged. He forcefully pushed her down onto the cold iron bed, roughly spread her legs apart and lifted them, resting them on his shoulders, leaving her tender, moist cleft completely exposed. He withdrew his thick, terrifying phallus, aimed it at her wet entrance, and thrust it in fiercely, burying it to the hilt in an instant. Yu Yan merely watched him coldly. Her body trembled slightly with the familiar invasion, but as the Holy Lord began to thrust forcefully and rapidly, her breathing grew increasingly rapid. Despite tightly biting her lower lip, faint moans escaped from the depths of her throat. The Holy Lord, savoring the tight, slippery embrace, laughed triumphantly, "How is it? Does the Holy Lord's treasure make this slut's pussy writhe in ecstasy? Look, after being fucked for so many days, you're still this tight. You truly are a natural-born prize!" His pleasure this time was exceptionally intense. Under the tight, moist grip of her pussy, he only thrust for less than twenty minutes. During a deep, final thrust, his waist stiffened, his phallus pulsed violently, and a torrent of hot semen erupted, pouring entirely into Yu Yan. Simultaneously, he closed his eyes, his hands forcefully kneading Yu Yan's swollen, ample breasts, continuously pinching her nipples. Under his pressure, her large nipples sprayed streams of milk, which further excited him. He let out satisfied groans, completely immersed in his climax. However, in that fleeting moment, Yu Yan's previously dazed eyes suddenly sharpened like knives, flashing with a brilliant light! Her legs, which had been resting on the Holy Lord's shoulders, now became deadly weapons! Taking advantage of the Holy Lord's relaxed and unguarded state after his climax, she unleashed the accumulated power in her waist and thighs. Her ankles twisted inward with the force of iron clamps! With a sickening crack, the Holy Lord's neck was snapped at an extremely unnatural angle! The look of ecstatic pleasure on his face froze, replaced by extreme horror and pain. His eyes bulged, and he could only emit gurgling sounds from his throat. His body went limp and collapsed backward. Yu Yan unceremoniously kicked his body away, sending it crashing heavily against the cold wall corner with a dull thud. She flipped over and sat up. Although her legs were still bound by the specially made metal cuffs, restricting her movement, with the surging power within her now, that single strike was more than enough. The inhuman torture on the machines during this period was undoubtedly extreme humiliation. However, the Stardust Restraint Chain, through the continuous energy extraction, acted as a hidden converter, constantly absorbing external energy and feeding it back to itself, subtly transforming and strengthening her physique. Now, her strength, speed, and reflexes were more than double what they were before. Having killed the Holy Lord, the Blissful Palace lost its strongest core. The remaining forces were nothing more than common thugs. She walked to the cell door and faced the heavy iron gate. Concentrating her power at her toes, she kicked out fiercely. The iron gate, as if made of paper, deformed and flew off its frame with a roar, crashing heavily into the corridor outside. The maids who rushed over upon hearing the commotion were utterly terrified when they saw Yu Yan standing proudly at the doorway, her eyes radiating cold killing intent, and the Holy Lord's contorted corpse in the corner. Yu Yan's figure flickered like a phantom, sending the maids who attempted to resist or flee flying. A few short screams and the sound of bones shattering echoed, and within moments, the corridor was littered with corpses. The Black Wolf Gang had been annihilated, and the greatest threat that had loomed over Yu Yan had vanished. Moreover, with her current surge in strength, even if the Black Wolf Gang still existed, she was confident she could uproot them completely, posing no further threat to Sister Chen. The core mission of infiltrating the Blissful Palace – rescuing Bi Ji – had lost its original meaning with the disappearance of her employer, the Black Wolf Gang. However, Yu Yan reconsidered. Bi Ji, like herself, was a special being with extraordinary abilities. Meeting her in this hostile underground of the Blissful Palace felt like fate. After a moment's thought, she decided to take Bi Ji with her out of this devil's den. She kicked open the iron door of the adjacent cell. The loud noise startled the person inside. Bi Ji was sitting quietly on the iron bed. Hearing the sound, she looked up and saw Yu Yan standing at the doorway, her killing intent still lingering. A flicker of imperceptible surprise crossed her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. Yu Yan looked at Bi Ji's exquisite face and grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. "You must be Bi Ji, right? The moment I saw you before, I knew it was you. Congratulations, you're free!" Bi Ji quietly observed the Eastern woman who had suddenly burst in. She saw the strange gray metal chains wrapped around her upper body and the heavy metal shackles on her legs, her attire looking utterly bizarre. Yet, this woman, speaking of freedom, presented a rather comical scene.

Yu Yan’s gaze immediately fell upon the exhibit that had caused the earlier stir: a woman clad in a Victorian-style, corseted gown, now standing serenely on a slightly elevated circular platform. The sapphire-blue energy shackles on her wrists pulsed with a soft glow, occasionally emitting faint, crackling sounds like static electricity. A middle-aged man in white gloves stood beside the platform, speaking in a low voice to a few interested guests: "...These Star-Energy Restraint Rings are said to have been unearthed from the ruins of a lost, advanced civilization. This is a replica of the prototype. It's not merely physical restraint; it releases a special energy field that interferes with the wearer's bio-electrical signals and nerve conduction, gradually causing them to lose voluntary control over their limbs. Simultaneously, it generates a continuous, mild, electric-like tingling sensation, designed to break down willpower from within… Currently, it's being demonstrated at its lowest power setting." As if to validate his words, the restrained woman’s body trembled slightly, a fleeting look of daze crossing her face before she quickly regained her composure. The surrounding guests murmured in impressed astonishment. Yu Yan’s pupils contracted. Star-Energy Restraint Rings? A lost advanced civilization? Could this be connected to the Stardust Restraint Chain she wore? She subconsciously felt the cool, familiar touch of metal on her wrists and body. "Fascinating, isn't it?" Xu Yi's voice sounded beside Yu Yan's ear. He had approached silently, his voice lowered. "They say this isn't even the complete version. The full Star-Energy series can even automatically adjust the restraint mode and stimulation intensity based on the wearer's physiological and psychological state. It's hailed as a living instrument of torture. But for a replica to achieve this effect is already astonishing." Yu Yan didn't respond immediately. Her gaze shifted from the energy shackles to other exhibits. Some glass cases displayed peculiar, specially crafted torture or restraint devices, ranging from ancient wooden racks to futuristic alloy contraptions. Other platforms showcased exquisite bondage photography or diagrams. Nearby, a woman was suspended in mid-air in a complex restraint pose, serving as a live demonstration. Her eyes were covered with a black veil, her body swaying with each gentle breath. Still other areas displayed replicas of ancient books or scrolls, depicting obscure symbols and diagrams of human bondage. Brigitte was also deeply captivated, particularly by the intricate rope artistry, her eyes glued to the displays. "Most of these are from private collections or certain… specialized channels. Garden City holds these exhibitions periodically, serving as both a forum for exchange and a prelude to… transactions. If Miss Yu is particularly interested in any exhibit or technique, you may contact the provider or their agent privately." As he finished speaking, the man who had been explaining the Star-Energy Restraint Rings seemed to conclude his presentation. His gaze swept across the crowd, finally landing on Yu Yan, or more precisely, on the faint outline of the Stardust Chain peeking from beneath her clothing. A glint flashed in his eyes, followed by a professional smile as he gave Yu Yan a slight nod. Xu Yi naturally noticed the man's gaze and smiled. "It seems someone with discerning taste has noticed you. Would you like to go say hello? That's a senior appraiser and broker here, codenamed 'The Collector.' His eye for detail is exceptionally sharp. He's clearly intrigued." Yu Yan pondered for a moment. She was very interested in the Star-Energy Restraint Ring and the information behind it. Moreover, the unusual reaction of her Stardust Chain had sparked both caution and curiosity. She nodded and whispered to Brigitte, "Let's go take a look." The two walked towards the platform. As they drew closer, Yu Yan could see the intricate details of the energy shackles more clearly, and she could also feel the faint, almost imperceptible pulse from the Stardust Chain on her body, like a slumbering beast lightly disturbed by the scent of its own kind. As they approached, the faint resonance from Yu Yan's Stardust Chain did not intensify, pulsing slowly and steadily like an undercurrent in the deep sea. On the platform, the restrained woman also seemed to sense something. A subtle fluctuation appeared in her eyes, and she glanced in Yu Yan's direction before quickly lowering her gaze. The Collector's smile was warm as he bowed slightly to Yu Yan. "Good evening, Madam. I am an appraiser here, and my friends call me The Collector. Forgive my presumption, but that adornment you wear… seems rather extraordinary." His sharp gaze swept over the metal chains at Yu Yan's sleeves, lingering for a moment on her wrists and neck. Xu Yi introduced, "This is Miss Yu Yan. Miss Yu, this is Mr. The Collector, one of Garden City's most knowledgeable appraisers, with a particular expertise in various unique items." Yu Yan inclined her head slightly, not intending to elaborate on the origin of the Stardust Chain. She replied calmly, "Just a small trinket I happened upon. It pales in comparison to the treasures displayed here." Her gaze returned to the sapphire-blue energy shackles. "This Star-Energy Restraint Ring, and the lost civilization you mentioned… do you know which civilization specifically? Are there more records or information available?" A flicker of excitement crossed The Collector's eyes. He said slowly, "Miss Yu indeed has a discerning eye. Regarding its origin, there are many theories. The most prevalent points to the ruins of an ancient, advanced civilization known as Aetherium, said to have reached the pinnacle of energy manipulation and bio-neural interference. This restraint ring is but a fraction of their technology. The fragmented information we possess suggests that the Aetherium people created such devices not merely for punishment or pleasure, but seemingly in connection with some form of… evolutionary screening or potential-guiding ritual."

"Mr. Xu, everything is normal inside," Flame said. Xu Yi grunted, said nothing more, and walked directly to the secret room door. After another palm print scan, the heavy alloy door slid silently to the side. Inside was a sealed space of about fifteen square meters. The entire space was constructed from special composite materials. The walls were a matte dark gray, not only completely soundproof but also embedded with multiple layers of signal shielding and infrared blocking, ensuring that no energy fluctuations or vital signs from within would leak out. In the center of the secret room, two dark silver metal cylinders, about thirty centimeters in diameter, extended upwards from the sturdy alloy floor. The surfaces of the cylinders were smooth and cold, reflecting the characteristic metallic chill. The two cylinders stood parallel, about two meters apart. At this moment, Yu Yan and Bi Ji, two stunning beauties, were held captive on these two metal pillars in an extremely humiliating posture. They were completely naked. From the top of each metal pillar, a metal rod of the same material, as thick as an adult man's forearm, extended downwards. The ends of these metal rods were currently deeply inserted into their nether regions, firmly securing their bodies to the top of the pillars. Their thighs were bent backward, legs pressed tightly together, and their ankles were securely locked into the clasps on the metal pillars with specially made heavy alloy shackles. This positioned them as if kneeling, their legs clamped tightly around the thick metal rods, their buttocks suspended in the air. Their entire weight and balance were almost entirely dependent on the metal rods inserted into their bodies and the shackles on their legs for support. Bi Ji's hands were bound behind her back, locked into the recessed groove on the back of the metal pillar with alloy rings as thick as her wrists. An alloy collar with a chin rest was around her neck, forcing her head to tilt slightly upward. The large alloy gag was still stuffed in her mouth, her eyes tightly closed, clearly still in a deep coma induced by a potent anesthetic. Yu Yan was similar to her, but she was already bound by the Stardust Chains, which added more restraint points to her original bindings, making her confinement even more inescapable. Her eyes were wide open, staring fiercely at the bald man, Qing Hu, who was operating the equipment nearby. Yu Yan's body had undergone several evolutions, and her metabolism and drug resistance far surpassed those of ordinary people. Although the special anesthetic was extremely potent, after more than ten hours of travel, her consciousness was the first to awaken, gradually regaining clarity. She heard the low rumble of the cargo ship's engine and the slight creaking of the metal structure. Then she felt the cold metal pillar pressing tightly against her buttocks, and a cold, massive object deeply inserted into her lower body, stretching her intimate parts to their limit. Her body was not only bound by the Stardust Chains but also tightly secured by heavy alloy locks, making it impossible to move even an inch. When she lifted her heavy eyelids, she saw the sterile white light of the secret room and a figure not far away. Qing Hu's right hand was in a thick plaster cast, hanging on his chest, with bruises still on his face. He was standing in front of a control panel flashing with various indicator lights, his left hand gripping a black knob, his face contorted as he stared at her. "Bitch, you're awake?" Qing Hu's voice was somewhat distorted. "Damn it, you messed up my hand like this, broke a few ribs too... Feel good? Now it's my turn!" As he frantically twisted the knob with his left hand, Yu Yan immediately felt an intense, soul-shattering pain and numbness from the metal rod deeply inserted into her body and connected to the metal pillar! This was not ordinary electricity, but a specially modulated high-intensity bio-electric pulse. Instantly, the lights in the secret room flickered violently with the release of the current, emitting a buzzing noise, indicating the immense power. Yu Yan's wide-open pupils contracted sharply, her eyeballs instantly rolled back, and her body convulsed uncontrollably! She wanted to struggle, but her neck was rigidly fixed by the collar, the gag was in her mouth, and her hands and feet were firmly imprisoned on the cold metal pillar by multiple alloy locks, making even the slightest movement impossible. She could only be forced to endure this violent electric torture. Waves of intense current, like countless red-hot steel needles, pierced and churned wildly within her body. Her muscles tensed and relaxed uncontrollably, and her internal organs seemed to churn in the current. The extreme pain and loss of control caused her entire body to be instantly drenched in cold sweat. Even more humiliating was that under the continuous electric torture, her sphincter finally lost control. A stream of urine uncontrollably gushed from her bladder, flowing out along the gap between her body and the inserted metal rod, mixing with bodily fluids and sweat, trickling down the surface of the metal pillar along her inner thighs, and pooling on the metal floor. Seeing this, Qing Hu's excitement reached its peak. He twisted the knob even more frantically, making the current intensity fluctuate, deliberately creating a more unbearable stimulation pattern. He watched Yu Yan tremble helplessly like a small boat in a storm, losing control of her bladder, and let out a hearty, venomous laugh: "Hahaha! Bitch! Weren't you so arrogant yesterday? Huh! Weren't you invincible? Now you're pissing like a bitch! Keep pissing for me!!" Yu Yan's body was nearly exhausted from the continuous torture. Sweat, urine, and tears mixed together, soaking her completely. Strands of wet hair clung to her pale cheeks and neck. Her once stubborn gaze was now somewhat unfocused due to the intense pain, but she still glared fiercely at Qing Hu, her eyes wishing she could flay him alive. "Alright, Qing Hu, you can go out now." Just as Qing Hu was about to twist the knob to its limit, Xu Yi's calm, unruffled voice came from the doorway. Qing Hu turned his head and saw that Xu Yi had entered at some point and was standing by the door, looking at them expressionlessly. A flicker of unwillingness crossed his face, but he grudgingly released the knob and turned off the power. The current instantly disappeared, and Yu Yan's extremely tense body suddenly relaxed, trembling slightly as if exhausted, only heavy and difficult breaths escaping her nostrils. Qing Hu glared fiercely at Yu Yan, spat, and said, "Bitch, we have plenty of time, I'll play with you slowly!" With that, he limped out of the secret room, the alloy door closing silently behind him. Only Xu Yi remained in the secret room, along with the disheveled Yu Yan, securely bound to the metal pillar, and the still unconscious Bi Ji. Xu Yi walked slowly to Yu Yan's front. Ignoring her hateful gaze that seemed ready to devour him, he reached out and gently brushed a strand of sweat-soaked hair from her forehead behind her ear. Then, he used a key to unlock the buckle of the gag at the back of her head and removed the large alloy gag from her mouth. Yu Yan's jaw was somewhat numb from being held open for so long. After the gag was removed, she moved her jaw and then growled in a hoarse, hate-filled voice, "Xu Yi... What... what do you want?" Xu Yi did not answer. He picked up a bottle of purified water from a small table nearby, unscrewed the cap, pinched Yu Yan's chin with one hand, forcing her to tilt her head slightly, and brought the bottle opening to her cracked lips with the other hand, feeding her water. Yu Yan initially pursed her lips in resistance, but her dry throat and weak body made her quickly abandon the futile struggle, and she could only passively swallow the cool liquid. After half a bottle of water, she felt a trace of strength return to her exhausted body, and the bitterness in her mouth was slightly diluted. However, before she could say anything else, Xu Yi had already put away the water bottle, picked up the alloy gag again, and, under her furious gaze, stuffed it back into her mouth, fastened the strap, and secured it again.

For a month of inhuman torment and ceaseless, agonizing stimulation, though a hell for Yu Yan, the Stardust Chains had also been injecting faint energy into her body. Each day, she felt her strength growing, her perception and resistance to energy subtly increasing. However, this growth seemed to have reached a plateau. For the past few days, no matter what kind of stimulation she endured, that power remained stagnant, as if hitting an insurmountable threshold. It was like a heavy door locked shut; she could sense a vaster world beyond it, but couldn't find the key. Without the system's guidance, her path to evolution seemed shrouded in fog, leaving her unsure how to break this invisible shackle. Yet, the continuously increasing power made her feel more and more that the specially made alloy chains and shackles binding her legs, while still strong, were no longer as unbreakable as they had been initially. If she could unleash her full strength at the right moment, perhaps she could break free. Today, the opportunity finally arrived. Continuous, violent explosions echoed from outside the secret chamber, accompanied by screams and the sounds of combat. The entire ship was shaking, the alarms blaring shrilly. Clearly, a major upheaval, even a fierce battle, was occurring onboard. The chance had come. She poured all her strength into her folded, bound legs. Instantly, her leg muscles bulged slightly, and the patterns on the Stardust Chains seemed to come alive, emitting a heart-stopping, somber glow. Following this, a grating screech of metal under immense strain filled the air. "Creeeak... creeeak..." It was the sound of the sturdy alloy chains groaning under unimaginable force. However, her restrained posture prevented her from exerting force properly; her legs were folded and bound, making it difficult to generate an effective point of explosion. She strained with all her might, fine beads of sweat beading on her forehead, emitting muffled growls. But the rings of alloy restraints, though groaning under the strain, only widened by a sliver, not breaking completely. A minute passed. She felt her strength draining, her legs trembling from the excessive exertion, yet the alloy remained stubbornly locked. No, she couldn't wait any longer! She bit down hard on the alloy gag, her entire body's muscles tensing to their absolute limit. Her face flushed crimson from the extreme effort, veins bulging on her neck. The power within her, as if stirred by something, resonated with her will and survival instinct, concentrating all her strength into a single point. *Crack! Snap!* A series of crisp cracking sounds erupted. The once incredibly strong alloy chains and shackles that had firmly locked her legs shattered instantly under Yu Yan's explosive force, clattering onto the floor. The shackles that had bound her for a full month were finally broken. Bi Ji, witnessing it all from the side, her eyes alight with fierce joy. She whimpered with excitement, almost weeping. Yu Yan flipped over, rolling off the iron bed, her legs finally free. Though her muscles were stiff and sore from the prolonged restraint and posture, the long-lost sensation of being able to move independently invigorated her spirit. She quickly moved her somewhat numb legs, feeling the surging power within her. The biggest obstacle now was her upper body, still firmly bound by the Stardust Chains, which she couldn't break free from. But at least her mobility was largely restored. She took a deep breath, turned to the bedside, her back to Bi Ji, and gestured for Bi Ji to approach. Bi Ji immediately understood, shuffling her body, bound by alloy straps, closer to Yu Yan. Yu Yan's hands, clasped behind her back, seized a main alloy strap binding Bi Ji's chest and abdomen. Her fingers clamped down like iron pincers, and with a sharp tug, a crisp "clang!" sounded. That specially made alloy strap snapped under Yu Yan's brute force. Following this, Yu Yan, with astonishing strength, proceeded to tear apart Bi Ji's other sturdy alloy restraints, one by one. Those once unbreakable shackles appeared fragile before Yu Yan's current, vastly increased power. Soon, all of Bi Ji's alloy restraints were ripped away. Though her body was still weak, she could finally move freely. She immediately reached out and unbuckled the strap securing the gag behind Yu Yan's head, removing the alloy gag. Yu Yan's voice was hoarse. "Bi Ji! They're fighting outside, this is our chance. While everyone is in chaos, let's get to the ship's side and lower a lifeboat to escape!" Over the past month, they had been dragged by Qing Hu through almost every corner of the massive vessel. The ship had several lifeboats, located on both the port and starboard sides, which was their means of escape. Yu Yan kicked open the door of the secret chamber and rushed out with Bi Ji. However, the moment they stepped outside, they collided head-on with Qing Hu, who was rushing towards them. Seeing them escape, Qing Hu's eyes flashed with fury. He was about to raise his hand to unleash an arc of electricity, but Yu Yan's body reacted first. Her legs whipped through the air like steel whips, leaving a blur.

After a long flight, the plane landed at a remote private airport in Country M. A black van with no markings had been waiting for a long time. It drove them away from the airport, through increasingly desolate suburbs, and finally into a building disguised as a废弃 factory. After several strict identity verifications and security checks, the elevator carried them deep underground. When the elevator doors opened again, they were greeted by a brightly lit underground world. This was the secret laboratory of the Temple of the End in Country M. People in white uniforms or lab coats hurried about, various sophisticated instruments and equipment emitted a low hum, and an indescribable scent filled the air. Xu Yi led her through several heavy alloy blast doors, finally arriving inside a huge spherical room made of a smooth, mirror-like, silvery-white metal. The entire space was seamless, with the walls, ceiling, and floor all made of the same material, reflecting a cold sheen, as if they were inside a giant hollow metal sphere. In the center of the room, a dark silver metal cylinder, about the thickness of a calf and roughly the diameter of a calf's leg, extended vertically from the dome, its top disappearing into the metal wall above. Xu Yi guided Yu Yan to stand with her back to the metal column. With an extremely faint mechanical "click, click, click," the surface of the seemingly smooth metal column suddenly split open like a living thing, revealing countless tiny cracks. From these cracks, dozens of intricate clasps and restraint rings, also made of dark silver metal, quickly extended. These devices began to quietly close and lock, starting from Yu Yan's neck. Then came her shoulders, chest, waist, thighs, knees, ankles... and even each toe was firmly shackled by metal rings of the corresponding size and shape, securing her entire body tightly to the metal column. Yu Yan tested the strength of these metal restraints and was horrified to find that their strength far exceeded her imagination. Even with her greatly enhanced strength, she could only make the clasps vibrate slightly, emitting a low metallic hum, unable to budge them at all. The material was clearly not ordinary alloy. Outside the spherical room, several figures in pure white robes were observing Yu Yan inside the sphere. From the outside, the spherical room looked like it was separated by a layer of glass, with the interior clearly visible. However, from the inside, it was just a silver metal wall, completely obscuring the view of the outside. The leader was a stern-faced old man with silver-white hair. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon's, and he exuded the authority of someone who had been in a high position for a long time, along with unfathomable energy fluctuations. At this moment, a hoarse voice spoke, "Xu Yi, the energy level fluctuating from this woman is extraordinary, even subtly interfering with the laboratory's basic energy field readings. How did you bring her back, and... she doesn't seem to be resisting you?" The old man slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Xu Yi behind him like a physical entity. Xu Yi, facing the scrutiny of this council member, remained composed and bowed slightly, replying, "Respected Lord Ji Mian. Given the current level of awakened power this woman possesses, a frontal confrontation or forced control would be beyond my capabilities. However, her weaknesses are equally significant. The mind probe delivered by Flame to the headquarters a few days ago is her irremovable soft spot. I merely exploited this to bring her here." This Lord Ji Mian, mentioned by Xu Yi, was one of the three core members of the Temple of the End's highest decision-making body, the Council of Ji Mian, codenamed Ji Mian, primarily responsible for strategic decision-making and resource allocation. The other two members of the council were a woman codenamed Yuan Tong, whose responsibilities included assessing the potential of superhumans, foreseeing and warning of future events, and managing the storage and administration of all the Temple's top-secret files. And another, codenamed Zang Zhong, who was in charge of internal purges, the trial of traitors, and external elimination missions. These three were the beings at the pinnacle of the Temple's power and authority. Ji Mian nodded slightly after hearing Xu Yi's report, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. He increasingly valued this young subordinate, not only for his calm and meticulous approach, his ability to seize opportunities and exploit the weaknesses of his opponents, but also for his precise grasp of the mission objectives. Being able to escape unharmed from beings of the level of the Holy See's inquisitors, and to bring both Yu Yan and Bi Ji back to the Temple intact, was enough to prove Xu Yi's extraordinary potential, and his future status within the Temple would undoubtedly be even more important. Yu Yan, firmly secured to the metal column, could not see the outside world, but her evolved, keen senses vaguely detected several powerful gazes watching her from outside. She raised her head, and although she saw only a silver-white metal wall before her, she still looked... Seeing this, Ji Mian couldn't help but let out a low laugh and said, "Interesting, Yuan Tong, it seems your assessment report needs a slight addition. This woman not only possesses astonishing physical strength and energy resistance, but her mental perception is also far more acute than that of ordinary superhumans. She can still sense our presence despite the energy interference within the absolute shielding sphere." Yuan Tong did not respond, merely gazing silently at Yu Yan within the sphere. A faint stream of light seemed to flash under her hood. Xu Yi remained silent, standing half a step behind Ji Mian, his gaze calmly fixed on the figure within the sphere, bound by multiple restraints yet still holding her head high. No one knew what he was thinking at that moment. With a simple gesture from Ji Mian, more complex indicator lights lit up on the control panel outside the sphere, and the laboratory's research on Yu Yan officially entered its first phase. Suddenly, dozens of holes of various sizes silently slid open on the smooth inner wall of the sphere. From these holes, various devices slowly extended. Some were energy beam bands flashing with a faint blue light, which snaked out like vines and wrapped around her limbs, emitting weak energy pulses.