Lanxiang: American Chapters

"I... I also feel... very comfortable, just like you, group leader," Xu Weichen replied softly, her voice trailing off at the end. "It seems we've both fallen for these two girls' tricks," Yuan Fang said with a helpless, amused laugh. At this moment, Xiao Yan and Tian Mengjia emerged, each carrying a pile of items. Upon closer inspection, they were a set of police uniforms, a bundle of ropes, a pair of handcuffs, and also lubricant, feathers, and other tools. "Huh? Jiajia, why did you bring out my police uniform?" Yuan Fang asked curiously, recognizing her own uniform in Tian Mengjia's hands. In contrast, Xu Weichen wasn't as surprised, as her police uniform had been specifically requested by Xiao Lan before they left. "Of course, it's so Auntie and Weichen Jie can wear the police uniforms and then be tickled by us," Tian Mengjia said with a giggle. Yuan Fang and Xu Weichen exchanged a look and couldn't help but offer wry smiles. Although they didn't particularly like the idea, they couldn't do anything about their beloved stepdaughters. As for Xu Weichen, she had played this game with Xiao Lan countless times before, so she wasn't too bothered now. "You can change in front of us, no need to go to the room. After all, we're all girls," Xiao Lan added. "Mhm, mhm," Tian Mengjia nodded in agreement. Xu Weichen shot Xiao Lan a glance. She knew exactly what this perverted wolf was up to. However, Yuan Fang next to her had already started changing. Since she didn't know Xiao Lan's "true colors," she was naturally obedient to her stepdaughter's request. Thus, Xu Weichen had no choice but to undress in front of Xiao Lan. As their outer clothes were removed, the perfect figures of both women were fully revealed. Xu Weichen's body exuded vitality and athleticism, with a clear V-cut on her abdomen and a fiery, curvaceous figure. Yuan Fang's physique was equally impressive, with an added aura of mature charm. While Xu Weichen wore a sporty bra, Yuan Fang sported a more alluring lace one. Especially her long, sensual legs clad in pantyhose, and her shapely buttocks encased in the sheer fabric, made the middle-aged policewoman even more captivating. Soon, both women had changed into their police uniforms. The imposing uniforms instantly gave them a more dignified air, transforming them from beautiful young women and mature ladies into heroic female officers. However, there was a touch of softness about them compared to their usual demeanor. Following this, Xiao Lan and Tian Mengjia picked up the handcuffs and proceeded to cuff Xu Weichen and Yuan Fang's hands, respectively. These were genuine police-issue handcuffs, much heavier and sturdier than the novelty ones Xiao Lan owned. Looking at the handcuffs in the girls' hands, both Yuan Fang and Xu Weichen felt a strange sensation. It was always the police who handcuffed criminals, yet now the cuffs were on their own wrists. Yuan Fang looked at these two girls. In terms of age, they were younger than both her and Xu Weichen. In terms of combat skills, either she or Xu Weichen could easily subdue both of them. In terms of status, it was even more obvious. She was an officer with the authority to arrest them at any time, and also their elder. From any perspective, these two girls should have been as meek as mice before a cat in front of her and Xu Weichen, completely obedient. Yet, the reality was the exact opposite. It was they who were docile and submissive to the girls, allowing them to play with them however they pleased, and she couldn't muster any thought of resistance. This feeling was truly peculiar, a mix of humiliation and, strangely, excitement. It was a sensation she had never experienced in her many years as a police officer. For some reason, Yuan Fang found herself somewhat addicted to this feeling of humiliation. She turned to look at Xu Weichen, who also seemed to sense something and looked back at her, her face flushed, her eyes slightly hazy and entranced. "She feels the same way as I do, doesn't she?" Yuan Fang thought. Next, Xiao Lan and Tian Mengjia had the two officers sit on the sofa, their feet propped up on the coffee table. They then used ropes to secure the women's ankles to the table. Since Yuan Fang's coffee table was made of heavy rosewood, there was no need to worry about them dragging it away. After this simple binding, the girls prepared to begin their game. In fact, the purpose of bringing Yuan Fang and Xu Weichen together today was to play a "role-playing game." Xiao Lan, tired of youthful girls like Liu Xiang and Xu Weichen, had long wanted to experience the taste of a mature woman like Yuan Fang. Tian Mengjia also wanted to know what it felt like to tickle a woman other than Yuan Fang's feet. Thus, the two hit it off and planned this gathering a few days prior. They each walked up to their respective targets, then sat on the floor, gazing at the feet before them. Xiao Lan was presented with a pair of sensual, stocking-clad feet exuding mature charm, while Tian Mengjia faced a pair of white-socked feet full of youthful vitality. Although they had been tickled countless times before, being stared at simultaneously by others made the two female officers somewhat nervous. They instinctively curled their toes, creating soft wrinkles on both the stockings and the white cotton socks, making them even more alluring. Before Xiao Lan could make a move, Tian Mengjia couldn't wait any longer. She began to tickle the soles of Xu Weichen's white-socked feet, and Xu Weichen's clear laughter immediately filled the living room. "Ah ha ha ha ha... Why so sudden... Ha ha ha ha ha... Slow down... Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" For Xiao Lan, who had "seen countless feet," she wasn't as impatient as Tian Mengjia. She didn't immediately tickle Yuan Fang's feet but gently lifted them, carefully examining Yuan Fang's sensual, stocking-clad jade feet. This action stunned Yuan Fang. While Tian Mengjia had only licked and tickled her feet before, no one had ever admired her feet so meticulously as Xiao Lan was doing now. With her soles being scrutinized so intently, Yuan Fang became even more nervous, her toes curling tighter.

Xiaolan placed Yi Ru on a chair. Ling Yi Ru was still in her nylon mummy getup, and Xiaolan had previously cut openings in her chest and crotch. The two mounds of white flesh on her chest and her private parts were thus exposed to Xu Wei Chen and Xiaolan without any covering. The nylon stockings nearby still bore traces of the fluids splashed during Xiaolan's earlier torment, appearing flushed and wanton, utterly devoid of the heroic image of a female police officer. Ling Yi Ru clearly hadn't expected Xiaolan to pull such a stunt, to make her face her junior in such a state. Yi Ru's face instantly turned red, and she hastily averted her gaze, unable to meet Xu Wei Chen's eyes. She then looked up at Xiaolan beside her, her angry gaze almost piercing through her. Seeing this, Xu Wei Chen was even more stunned. She stood there, frozen for a long time, not knowing what to say. When she finally reacted, her face also instantly flushed red, and she similarly turned her head away, not daring to look at Ling Yi Ru. Then, just like Ling Yi Ru, she shot Xiaolan a reproachful glare. Facing the killing glares of two female police officers simultaneously, Xiaolan remained unfazed. Instead, she grinned and shrugged, then, as if nothing had happened, walked to the kitchen and brought the remaining dishes and tableware to the table. Xiaolan's thick-skinned demeanor left the two female officers helpless. After all, Xiaolan had legitimate reasons. Thus, Xu Wei Chen had no choice but to sit down and prepare to eat. Since Ling Yi Ru was bound, Xiaolan sat beside her and fed her one by one. Of course, Xiaolan wouldn't behave herself while feeding her. Her "salty pig hands" would occasionally caress and knead Yi Ru's breasts. Xu Wei Chen was already accustomed to this. Xiaolan had treated Liu Xiang the same way before, and even treated herself the same way. Lunch concluded amidst Xiaolan's smugness and the two female officers' silence. The afternoon was for more torment. "Sister Yi Ru, do you like running?" Xiaolan suddenly asked. Seeing Xiaolan's mischievous smile, Yi Ru knew she wasn't up to anything good, but she still answered truthfully. This was, of course, undeniable. For female police officers, training was fundamental, and running was the most basic of basics. Back in the police academy, they had to run long distances every day. Even now, whenever conditions permitted, Ling Yi Ru maintained a daily running habit. "Then let's go for a run this afternoon, but I'm going to increase the intensity for you," Xiaolan said with a smile. She once again hoisted Ling Yi Ru and carried her into her torture chamber. Then, she untied the nylon stockings that wrapped Yi Ru and the leather straps. Ling Yi Ru's naked body stood before Xiaolan, completely unclothed. Yet, even so, her voluptuous breasts remained proudly erect, showing no signs of sagging. The two rosy nipples adorning them were so tempting that Xiaolan wished she could suck on them again. Being appraised so lewdly by a girl younger than herself, Ling Yi Ru did feel a bit shy. However, she naturally didn't want to show weakness in front of Xiaolan and stood there with an impassive face, letting Xiaolan circle her and examine her from all angles. Xiaolan walked around Ling Yi Ru several times, patting her buttocks, kneading her breasts, and pinching her. After having her fill of touching, Xiaolan took out a pair of SM high heels – the kind with extremely high heels that forced the wearer to stand on tiptoe. After putting them on, Yi Ru felt an unbearable pain in her feet. The entire weight of her body pressed down on her toes, making it difficult even to stand steadily. Xiaolan then tied Yi Ru's hands behind her back. While binding her, she also put a wristband-like device on Yi Ru's wrists. "Take a few steps, Sister Yi Ru," Xiaolan said with a smile after finishing the binding. Yi Ru tried to walk a few steps, swaying left and right, struggling to maintain her balance. Her feet were in excruciating pain. Xiaolan suddenly said, "These shoes have another function," and pressed a remote control. A faint "buzzing" sound emanated from the high heels. Instantly, Yi Ru felt a drilling itch on the soles of her feet. It was so intense that she immediately lost her balance and fell to the ground. She then writhed and kicked her legs, laughing uncontrollably, "Hahahaha... stop it, hahahaha..." "Heh heh, this is just a reminder for now. It'll be put to good use later," Xiaolan said with satisfaction, turning off the remote. She then helped Ling Yi Ru to her feet and supported her to the treadmill. Yi Ru obediently cooperated with Xiaolan. Once she was steady on the treadmill, Xiaolan used a rope to thread through the ceiling and tied Yi Ru's torso to it, securing her to the treadmill so she couldn't move. Xiaolan then placed a mask over Yi Ru's face, also securing it. The other end of the mask was connected by wires to the high heels. Next, Xiaolan took out two clamps. The clamps were also connected to wires, the other ends of which were attached to the treadmill. Xiaolan attached the two clamps to Ling Yi Ru's nipples. The sudden stimulation made Ling Yi Ru groan involuntarily. Finally, Xiaolan used a ball gag to block Yi Ru's mouth. With that, Xiaolan's binding was finally complete. "Alright, Sister Yi Ru, let me explain the rules for what's coming next," Xiaolan said, patting Yi Ru's buttocks. "Your high heels have sensors. When you start walking, the sensors will send a signal to the device on your body, activating the vibrator. The faster you run, the more intense the stimulation will be. But if you stop running, the soles of your shoes will release an electric current, causing your feet to itch, just like before." Xiaolan then tugged at the clamps on Yi Ru's chest and continued, "These clamps are connected to this treadmill. The remote you wore on your wrist controls the treadmill's speed. You can adjust the running speed yourself using the remote. While you're running, these clamps will continuously release electric currents to stimulate you. The opposite of the vibrator, the slower you run, the harsher the stimulation from the clamps will be. If you run faster, the stimulation will weaken." Hearing Xiaolan's explanation, Yi Ru quickly understood the situation. Her beautiful eyes widened in surprise. She didn't know how Xiaolan had acquired such advanced equipment. "This stuff was custom-made. It cost me a lot of money," Xiaolan said, seeming to read Yi Ru's thoughts, and chuckled boastfully. Then, she clapped her hands and said, "Well then, let's begin." With that, she started the treadmill. "I'm going to take a nap. You can run at your own pace, Sister Yi Ru." As the treadmill started, Xiaolan waved and left. Ling Yi Ru had no choice at this moment but to start running with the rotating belt of the treadmill. As expected, the moment she started running, the vibrator on her body began to activate, stimulating Yi Ru so much that she stumbled and almost fell. Fortunately, she quickly regained her balance and continued to run.

"Nonsense!" Yiru cursed, but still nodded obediently at Xiaolan. Xiaolan reached through the bars and into the cage, gently stroking Yiru's head, as if teasing a pet. Although Yiru was very displeased with Xiaolan's actions, she had no choice but to play along. Xiaolan played with Yiru for a while. Seeing that Yiru was very well-behaved and satisfied, she felt she shouldn't go too far. So, she opened the cage and let Yiru out. Ling Yiru crawled out of the cage with her hands and feet, then knelt on the ground. Xiaolan took the chain attached to Yiru's collar and looked at Yiru, who was kneeling naked before her. From Xiaolan's perspective, the two peaks on her chest were so prominent. Xiaolan leaned down, gently cupped Yiru's chin, and made her look up. Yiru looked directly into Xiaolan's eyes. Her expression was neither angry nor unwilling, but calm. Xiaolan admired Ling Yiru's exquisite face for a while. Seeing that Yiru was still neither humble nor overbearing, her desire to conquer this policewoman grew stronger. She took out a rope. Before taking Yiru to the toilet, she had to "dress her up" again. Ling Yiru did not resist and allowed Xiaolan to bind her. Xiaolan quickly folded Ling Yiru's arms and legs together, tying her into the shape of a "human dog." This way, Ling Yiru could only crawl on her elbows and knees, making her even more like a "dog." Xiaolan then put a bone-shaped gag in Yiru's mouth and fastened it behind her head. This way, Yiru couldn't speak and could only make whimpering sounds. Finally, Xiaolan draped a specially made "coat" over Yiru. After all, it was cold outside, and she couldn't go out naked. "Let's go, my dear. No, Sister Yiru, you're a policewoman, so it's more appropriate to call you 'police dog,' right? Haha." Xiaolan smiled, tugged at the collar around Yiru's neck, and led her "police dog" out of the room. The two walked out of the villa and into the backyard. Xiaolan's yard was not small, and the surrounding walls were high, so she didn't have to worry about being discovered. Yiru, tied up like that, couldn't crawl fast. Xiaolan led Yiru around the yard slowly. The morning sun shone on them. Xiaolan looked relaxed, as if she were just taking her pet for a walk. Xiaolan led Yiru to a lawn by the courtyard wall and stopped. She pointed to the corner of the wall and said, "This spot is good. Let's do it here." Ling Yiru looked at Xiaolan with some confusion. Xiaolan, however, smiled charmingly. "What's wrong, Sister Yiru? Haven't you seen how dogs pee?" With just one sentence, Yiru instantly understood Xiaolan's intention and glared at her furiously. However, Xiaolan crossed her arms and looked down at Yiru with a playful expression, as if saying, "Do it here, or we'll go back." Yiru finally relented. Since she was already playing the role of a dog being walked, she didn't mind peeing. So, she turned sideways, lifted one of her bound legs, and aimed her private parts at the corner of the wall. Then, a stream of yellow liquid came out. Ling Yiru had no choice but to relieve herself like a dog. Xiaolan smiled with satisfaction as she watched Yiru pee. She had deliberately tested Yiru step by step, pushing her psychological limits, making her do more embarrassing things, and ultimately making her completely surrender. As Yiru peed, Xiaolan whistled, as if coaxing a baby to pee, which undoubtedly made Yiru even more ashamed. Xiaolan didn't know that while she was training Yiru in the yard, a pair of eyes were watching everything that was happening from a window upstairs, with complex emotions in their gaze. After relieving herself, Xiaolan took Yiru back into the house. Compared to the outside, the villa, with its heating on full blast, was warm and cozy. Xiaolan took off Yiru's clothes and let her stay naked in the room. Then, Xiaolan prepared breakfast for Yiru. She put the food and water in two separate bowls and placed them in the corner of the room, letting Yiru crawl over to eat. Yiru obediently followed suit, crawling to the corner and eating from the bowls like a dog. Xiaolan squatted beside her, greedily caressing Yiru's naked breasts and smooth skin while she ate. After eating and drinking, it was time for morning exercise to aid digestion. Xiaolan put the gag back on Yiru and ordered her to crawl 30 laps around the house. Xiaolan, of course, wouldn't let Yiru just crawl simply. She attached three vibrators to Yiru's body: one in her private parts, and one on each of her soles, secured with tape. This way, as soon as Xiaolan turned on the switch, the ones on her soles would make Yiru feel itchy, while the one in her private parts would bring her endless pleasure. Not only that, but the tail attached to Yiru's buttocks could also vibrate. And so it was. Ling Yiru crawled forward, stifling laughter and moaning softly, leaving small wet spots on the floor along the way. These were the secretions from her private parts, the saliva flowing from the gag, and the sweat. Xiaolan herself followed the struggling Yiru, holding a leather whip, which she cracked repeatedly, striking Yiru's fair, tender skin and her sensitive, twisted buttocks. The crisp sound of "crack! crack! crack!" echoed through the room, mixed with Yiru's muffled groans. Sometimes, Xiaolan would kick Yiru to the ground and watch her struggle to get up and continue crawling. Finally, after 30 laps, Yiru was exhausted, and her elbows and knees were in excruciating pain. The entire floor was covered with the various wet marks Yiru had left. At this point, Xiaolan finally released Ling Yiru. Yiru collapsed on the ground, completely drained of strength. Her pale body was so alluring. Xiaolan, however, changed her demeanor from wicked and even cruel to gentle. She picked up Yiru, carried her back to her room, and placed her on the bed. Then, she gently applied ointment to Yiru's knees and elbows and massaged her tenderly. This made Yiru, who was sore and tired all over, feel very comfortable and relaxed, even more so than her usual massages. This was the essence of Xiaolan's BDSM training of women: alternating between pain and tenderness, using extreme pain to highlight the subsequent tenderness and amplify the comfort brought to the woman.

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Yiru slowly woke up in a haze of consciousness. She felt her body tightly bound, the ropes digging into her skin, bringing a familiar sense of oppression. She instinctively tried to struggle, only to find herself unable to move. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, and she realized she was sitting in Qi Yue's embrace. Ling Yiru's entire body was still naked, exposed to the air without any covering. The ropes bound her hands behind her back, and her legs were also tied securely, rendering her immobile. Her mouth was gagged with a ball, allowing only faint whimpers. Upon understanding her situation, Ling Yiru instinctively tried to twist her body, attempting to break free from Qi Yue's grasp. However, Qi Yue let out a soft chuckle, gently cupping her chin and forcing her head up. "Don't rush to struggle, take a look around first," Qi Yue said, stroking Ling Yiru's hair in her arms, her voice deep and teasing. Following Qi Yue's prompt, Ling Yiru laboriously turned her head, surveying her surroundings. She found herself in a familiar place—Xiao Lan's torture chamber. She knew this room intimately. The walls were adorned with various torture devices: chains, whips, ropes, each one leaving a deep imprint on her memory. Ever since she was handed over to Xiao Lan, Xiao Lan had brought Ling Yiru here almost daily, letting her experience the "pleasures" of these devices. Now, she was brought here again, but this time the dominant figure was Qi Yue. Her gaze quickly fell upon the center of the room, where a wooden horse frame stood. Xu Weichen and Liang Jing were bound to it. Their situation was even more dire than hers. Both were completely naked, bound by ropes to the same wooden horse frame, facing each other. The shape of the horse forced their legs apart, making them straddle it, their feet barely touching the base. Their hands were tied behind their backs, the ropes digging in tightly, already leaving red marks on their skin. What shocked her even more was that Xu Weichen and Liang Jing's breasts were bound tightly together by ropes, almost pressed against each other, leaving no gap between their bodies. And in their mouths, they each bit down on the same ball, the ends of which were inserted into their mouths, forcing them to be almost touching. This position was both humiliating and agonizing. Their faces were streaked with sweat and tears, clearly having endured prolonged torture. Memories of this wooden horse frame flashed through Ling Yiru's mind. She clearly remembered Xiao Lan demonstrating its function to her. This horse not only provided continuous stimulation to those sitting on it but also hid a more terrifying function—a hidden switch at the base of the horse could extend two dildos, acting as vibrators. However, Xiao Lan had never used this function on them, merely describing its existence. And the base beneath their feet also had a hidden switch that could extend a roller with bristles, specifically designed to brush the soles of the user's feet, causing unbearable itching. Looking at Liang Jing and Xu Weichen bound to this wooden horse, a strong sense of unease surged within Ling Yiru. She knew that every torture device in this room was not merely for show. Since Qi Yue had brought them here, she would not just be for display. She tried to struggle, to break free from Qi Yue's embrace, but Qi Yue's arms locked her like iron. "See how beautiful they are," Qi Yue whispered in her ear, a morbid excitement in her voice. "This Wang Xiao Lan, I never expected she'd have so much equipment, and so professional. Each torture device is designed so exquisitely. You should be very familiar with it, Ling Yiru?" Ling Yiru couldn't answer, only letting out an angry whimper. She looked at Liang Jing and Xu Weichen, their bodies trembling slightly from the prolonged restraint, sweat trickling down their skin and dripping onto the wooden horse. Liang Jing's eyes still held defiant anger, while Xu Weichen appeared more frail, her breathing rapid, clearly at her limit. Qi Yue's hand gently slid down Ling Yiru's shoulder, continuing, "You know, this wooden horse is not simple. I was truly amazed when I studied it just now. They've already experienced its vibrating function, but I haven't tried the hidden vibrator function yet. What do you say, should I try it now?" Ling Yiru's body jolted. She knew Qi Yue was not joking. She tried to shake her head, to stop Qi Yue with her eyes, but Qi Yue only smiled more triumphantly. She took out a remote from her pocket and, under Ling Yiru's gaze, pressed the activation button. Instantly, the wooden horse emitted a low hum and began to vibrate violently. Liang Jing and Xu Weichen's bodies were immediately thrown by this force, their vaginas being mercilessly stimulated by the horse, the frequency becoming unbearable. At the same time, the roller brushes inside the base of the horse slowly rose, with fine bristles, and began to brush the soles of their feet. The roller brushes did not move quickly, but the delicate friction directly targeted the most sensitive nerves on the soles of their feet, causing waves of unbearable itching. Liang Jing and Xu Weichen struggled and let out intense muffled laughter. Their mouths were gagged with the same ball, their laughter suppressed into painful whimpers. Their bodies writhed on the horse, trying to alleviate the stimulation and the itching on their feet, but these struggles only made their situation more difficult. What made them even more frantic was that the hidden switches inside the horse were also activated. Two dildos, acting as vibrators, slowly rose from the bottom of the horse. Although they only rose halfway, they were already pressing against Liang Jing and Xu Weichen's vaginas. The cold, hard touch and the intense sensation caused their bodies to stiffen abruptly, fear and shame flooding them instantly.

Xiao Lan stood in the center of the living room, her gaze sweeping over the five naked women sprawled on the floor. They lay quietly on the wooden floor, simply bound by Tian Mengjia. Sweat glistened under the lights, their skin flushed from previous struggles and stimulation, exuding a captivating vulnerability. However, Xiao Lan's brow furrowed slightly. She crouched down, meticulously inspecting the bindings on the five women, a flicker of dissatisfaction in her eyes. Tian Mengjia's binding skills were clearly lacking. Although the wrists and ankles of the five women were tied with rope, the knots were loose, and there was still considerable room for movement. Especially Qi Yue's slender arms – Xiao Lan had personally witnessed the terrifying power of Qi Yue's arms and her nimble, ever-changing jade hands during their recent struggle. Such loose and crude bindings would likely be no challenge for this female thief to break free from, and then they would be in trouble... Thinking this, Xiao Lan's lips curled unconsciously, and she thought to herself, "This won't do! There are four skilled female police officers and a formidable female thief here. If any one of them breaks free, she and Tian Mengjia will be in serious trouble. Especially Qi Yue, this dangerous female thief who almost got the better of me before. If she's not completely controlled, the consequences are unimaginable." "Jiajia, your binding technique still needs practice," Xiao Lan said, standing up and patting Tian Mengjia's shoulder. "How can such simple ropes possibly restrain these women? Especially that Qi Yue, she's as cunning as a fox, she needs to be dealt with properly." Tian Mengjia scratched her head and smiled sheepishly. "Heh heh, Sister Xiao Lan, I'm just not experienced enough... So, what do we do now?" A wicked smile played on Xiao Lan's lips. "Don't worry, this won't stump me. If there's anything this villa lacks, it's certainly not an abundance of bondage gear!" She immediately recalled the sets of leather restraints that had arrived not long ago, custom-made for "special occasions," extremely sturdy and durable, perfectly suited for her current needs. "Wait here, I'll go get the tools!" Xiao Lan quickly ran back to the bedroom, opened a storage box, and retrieved several brand-new sets of leather restraints. These restraints were made of black, high-quality leather, smooth and tough on the surface. Each set consisted of multiple leather straps of varying widths, equipped with metal buckles and locks, capable of securely immobilizing a person from head to toe. She returned to the living room with a pile of restraints and threw them on the floor. Tian Mengjia curiously leaned in, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the gear, like a child discovering a new toy. "Wow, Sister Xiao Lan, these things look so professional!" Tian Mengjia picked up a strap and couldn't help but exclaim. "Of course, I paid a pretty penny for these," Xiao Lan said with a proud smile, crouching down and getting to work. "Let's start with Sister Fang." Xiao Lan flipped Yuan Fang over, positioning her face down on the floor. Xiao Lan unfurled a set of leather restraints, starting with Yuan Fang's arms. She untied Yuan Fang's wrists, which were bound by rope, and replaced them with the specialized leather cuffs on the restraints, securely locking her wrists. The inside of the cuffs had soft padding to prevent chafing and ensure Yuan Fang couldn't escape. Next, Xiao Lan used wider straps to secure Yuan Fang's forearms and upper arms, each strap fastened snugly, the metal buckles clicking crisply. Yuan Fang's arms were completely immobilized, unable to move at all, as if wrapped by black pythons. After completing the arm bindings, Xiao Lan turned Yuan Fang back over, letting her lie on her back. Yuan Fang's chest rose and fell with her breaths. Xiao Lan picked up another set of restraints and began securing her from the shoulders down. She first wrapped a wide strap around Yuan Fang's shoulders, close to her collarbone, ensuring her upper body couldn't twist. Then, she wrapped straps around Yuan Fang's chest and abdomen, connecting the two straps with a vertical, thinner strap that passed precisely between Yuan Fang's breasts, further accentuating them, making them appear like framed works of art. The pressure from the thin strap made Yuan Fang's breasts look fuller, her skin dazzlingly white against the leather. Xiao Lan couldn't resist reaching out and gently caressing them, feeling their soft, elastic texture. "Tsk tsk, Sister Fang, your figure is truly made for being bound," Xiao Lan muttered with a wicked grin, continuing to secure her. She wrapped straps around Yuan Fang's waist, thighs, knees, calves, and ankles, each strap tightened just right, neither hurting her skin nor allowing her to escape. Finally, Xiao Lan locked all the buckles, and Yuan Fang's entire body was tightly wrapped in a dense array of black leather straps, like a bound "zongzi." Her pale skin peeked through the gaps in the leather, her curves of chest, waist, and hips exposed. "Sister Xiao Lan, your gear is too professional!" Tian Mengjia stared in amazement, unable to help but clap. "This auntie definitely won't be able to run away now!" "Don't rush, there are four more," Xiao Lan said, clapping her hands and turning her gaze to Ling Yiru, Liang Jing, Xu Weichen, and Qi Yue. She and Tian Mengjia worked together, following the same procedure, binding Ling Yiru, Liang Jing, and Xu Weichen one by one with the leather restraints. After binding each person, Xiao Lan carefully checked the tightness of the buckles, ensuring there were no loopholes. Finally, it was Qi Yue's turn, this dangerous female thief made Xiao Lan particularly cautious. She first wrapped Qi Yue's hands in tape, forming two fists, ensuring her fingers couldn't move, and then used leather cuffs and wide straps to secure her arms layer by layer. For added security, Xiao Lan also added a pair of handcuffs to Qi Yue's wrists. Then, Xiao Lan wrapped Qi Yue from her shoulders to her ankles with straps, binding her tighter than the other four. Especially the straps around her waist and chest were almost embedded in her skin, accentuating her fiery figure even more seductively. Xiao Lan patted her chest with satisfaction and chuckled, "My dear, let's see how you run now!" After the binding was complete, Xiao Lan stepped back a few paces, and together with Tian Mengjia, they admired their "masterpieces" on the floor – five women bound tightly like zongzi with leather straps, their pale skin exuding a forbidden allure against the black leather, like exquisite works of art. "What do you think, Jiajia, Sister's craftsmanship is good, right?" Xiao Lan asked, hands on her hips. Tian Mengjia nodded repeatedly, clapping excitedly. "It's amazing! Sister Xiao Lan, these five women are ours now, we can do whatever we want with them!" However, just as Xiao Lan was smiling and nodding, contemplating how to play with her "masterpiece," a practical problem suddenly arose: the house didn't have facilities that could accommodate five women simultaneously! Xiao Lan couldn't help but chuckle, finding the problem somewhat ironic. Over the years, to satisfy her "desires," she had acquired all sorts of bondage and discipline gear, from ropes and cuffs to gags, blindfolds, and even professional torture devices. Her villa was practically a large-scale "SM museum."

Xiao Lan's hands roamed wantonly over Liang Jing's body, sliding from her breasts to her waist, then down her slender legs, feeling the firm yet soft touch. Her feet were equally active, one leg lifting to brush against Liang Jing's legs, the soles of her feet gently gliding over Liang Jing's skin, like an unconscious tease. Tian Meng Jia watched, captivated. Tian Meng Jia's perspective was a breathtaking spectacle: one large woman pressed down on another, wantonly playing with the other's body. Especially those sensual feet, teasing and caressing the other pair of feet, an irresistible temptation for Tian Meng Jia, who was addicted to foot fetishes. Just as Xiao Lan and Tian Meng Jia were lost in their own enjoyment, one of the five women on the bed let out a clear moan, breaking the ambiguous silence in the room. Xiao Lan's ears immediately caught the sound, and she keenly realized they were about to wake up. She quickly climbed off Liang Jing, retracted her feet, and decisively got out of bed, "Jia Jia, quick! They're waking up, hurry and get the eye masks and tape!" Tian Meng Jia blinked, then reacted, quickly running to a storage box in the corner of the room, pulling out several black eye masks and a roll of wide tape, and handing them to Xiao Lan. Xiao Lan took them and, with swift movements, began the "clean-up." She first put eye masks on the women, covering their tightly closed eyes, then took out silk stockings from the storage box, balled them up, and stuffed them into the women's mouths. Finally, she tore off a piece of tape and sealed their mouths tightly, ensuring they couldn't make clear sounds. Tian Meng Jia also followed suit, blindfolding and gagging the other women. The faces of the five women were covered by black eye masks and tape, revealing only their prominent nose bridges and fair cheeks, adding a touch of forbidden sensuality. After finishing, Xiao Lan wasn't satisfied. She squatted down and carefully inspected the restraints on the five women. She tightened each belt one by one, ensuring each one was snug, paying special attention to Qi Yue, whom she checked several times to ensure this dangerous female thief had no chance of escape. After inspecting all the restraints, Xiao Lan nodded with satisfaction, pulled Tian Meng Jia to a corner of the room, and whispered, "Jia Jia, don't make a sound later. Pretend no one is here, let them struggle on their own when they wake up, understand?" Tian Meng Jia nodded without hesitation, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "Understood, Sister Xiao Lan! This is going to be a good show!" Xiao Lan patted her shoulder, a wicked smile curling her lips. She then took out several small video recorders and skillfully set them up in various corners of the room—by the bed, at the foot of the bed, on the side, and even on the ceiling—ensuring every detail of the women on the bed could be captured from every angle. She adjusted the focus, confirming that each recorder could clearly capture the struggling women, "Such a rare opportunity, every frame must be recorded!" After a while, the moans from the bed became clearer and more frequent, and the bodies of the five women began to twitch slightly, as if gradually waking from unconsciousness. Liang Jing seemed to be the first to wake up. She slightly tilted her head, then instinctively stretched her body, as if trying to yawn. However, the dense belts and ropes tightly bound her limbs and torso, preventing her movements. Liang Jing's body stiffened, as if sensing something was wrong. She tried to twist a few times, only to find she couldn't move at all. She twisted her head, trying to see her surroundings, only to find her vision blocked by the eye mask and her mouth sealed shut, unable to even utter clear syllables. At this moment, Liang Jing fully woke up, realizing she was tied up like a zongzi, unable to move, unable to see, unable to speak. Liang Jing began to struggle desperately, her fair skin twisting violently within the black belts, her ample breasts heaving with her movements, like two bound peaks. She shook her head, letting out muffled "woo woo" sounds, interspersed with indistinct curses. Despite being muffled by the silk stockings and tape, the name "Xiao Lan" could still be vaguely heard, clearly indicating she had guessed who was responsible. Liang Jing's struggles made the large bed shake slightly, and the railing at the foot of the bed creaked softly. But no matter how hard she tried, the belts and ropes remained unyielding, only making her body appear more alluring in its confinement, her curves vividly outlined by the light. Liang Jing's struggle seemed to trigger a chain reaction, quickly waking the other four women. Yuan Fang's head swayed slightly, letting out a low "woo" sound, her body trying to twist, but held fast by belts and chains. Xu Wei Chen's fit body also began to struggle, her toes curling forcefully against the railing at the foot of the bed, as if trying to break free from the restraints. Qi Yue and Ling Yi Ru on the bed also woke up. Qi Yue's feet twitched violently in the foot shackles, and her handcuffs clinked crisply; Ling Yi Ru's ample breasts heaved violently under the pressure of the belts, her mouth emitting muffled "woo woo" sounds. However, they were bound even tighter than Liang Jing and the others, so how could they struggle at all? The room was suddenly filled with a chorus of "woo woo" sounds, rising and falling. To Xiao Lan and Tian Meng Jia's ears, it was like beautiful music. Amidst the muffled curses, the name "Xiao Lan" was repeatedly mentioned. Clearly, all five women realized who the culprit was, and their struggles were laced with anger and shame. Xiao Lan and Tian Meng Jia tiptoed to the bedside, still making no sound, nor touching the women's bodies, quietly admiring their prey's helpless struggles. A triumphant smile curved Xiao Lan's lips. She leaned close to Liang Jing, her ear near Liang Jing's tape-sealed mouth, listening to the furious yet powerless curses. Words like "Xiao Lan, you pervert!" could be heard, despite being muffled by the silk stockings and tape, clearly conveying her rage. Xiao Lan let out a low chuckle, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes, and said, "Officer Liang, you're usually so high and mighty, but now you're in my hands?" Tian Meng Jia stood by, equally engrossed, her eyes full of excitement. The struggles of the five women were like a feast presented to her. She couldn't help but whisper to Xiao Lan, "Sister Xiao Lan, this scene is too stimulating! They're usually so imposing, and now they can only make 'woo woo' sounds here!" Xiao Lan nodded. The sense of accomplishment in her heart reached an unprecedented level. Looking at these five powerful women, whom she could only admire from afar before, now like lambs to the slaughter, writhing and struggling before her, their mouths emitting muffled curses, Xiao Lan's lips curled into a satisfied smile. She whispered to Tian Meng Jia, "Jia Jia, this trip was so worth it! These five powerful women, who would dare touch them usually? And now they're at our mercy!" Tian Meng Jia nodded repeatedly, her eyes gleaming with greed, and whispered, "Sister Xiao Lan, what do we do next?"

Just then, Ling Yiru suddenly looked towards Qi Yue's side, the area shrouded by the shadow of the rack, a cold smile playing on her lips. She called out, "Jia Jia, since you're here, lend a hand." Qi Yue was startled by the words. Bound to the rack, her vision was limited, and she couldn't see what was happening to her side. As she wondered who Ling Yiru was addressing, she suddenly felt a fierce attack on her armpits. Hands, like phantoms, emerged from her sides and precisely, accurately, began to tickle Qi Yue's armpits. Her armpits were one of Qi Yue's most sensitive weak spots. The sudden, intense stimulation completely shattered her last vestiges of willpower. The laughter that had been suppressed in her throat erupted, like a volcanic explosion. Qi Yue finally couldn't help but burst into uncontrollable laughter. Her entire body arched, thrashing violently on the rack, trying to escape the torment of those hands, but only succeeding in intensifying the pain in her limbs and the humiliation of her bonds. Meanwhile, the foreplay by the three female officers was also nearing its end. While the tickling with feathers had been effective, it was ultimately no match for the direct and powerful attack of human hands. They all discarded their feathers and began to attack with more damaging human hands. Liang Jing and Xu Wei Chen, one on each side, crouched down and began to tickle Qi Yue's soles. Liang Jing's fingers were nimble and strong; she directly gripped Qi Yue's toes, her nails scratching and rubbing back and forth across Qi Yue's arch and heel. Xu Wei Chen, on the other hand, focused on the spaces between Qi Yue's toes, her fingers delving and probing relentlessly, creating an unbearable, tingling itch. Ling Yiru then shifted her attack to Qi Yue's waist. Using both hands, she pinched, squeezed, and scratched Qi Yue's ribs and waist indentations with the pads of her thumbs and index fingers, her force so great that she almost tore Qi Yue's waist skin. Combined with Tian Meng Jia's hands, which continued to roam and scrape at her armpits. Instantly, Qi Yue's laughter echoed throughout the room. Her laughter was shrill and manic, filled with extreme itchiness and pain. Her whole body writhed madly on the rack, like a fish out of water, her body convulsing and twitching, her neck arched back, her eyes filled with tears and bloodshot. Her limbs, waist, armpits, and soles – every sensitive spot was simultaneously enduring the merciless assault of the four female officers. Yet, even so, Qi Yue showed no intention of begging the three female officers for mercy. Instead, she continued to laugh while mocking them. Her voice, broken by laughter and lack of oxygen, became fragmented and intermittent, but her contempt and provocation remained undiminished. "Hahahahaha! You! Haha! **Haven't you eaten? Hahahaha! When you tickle someone! Ha... so weak?** Hahaha! Just! Just this much! Hahaha! Tricks! Ha! Hahaha! I say you are born to play! Hahaha! Truly not an exaggeration! Hahahaha!" Qi Yue's mockery was not just lip service. As someone involved in the S&M scene, and especially as a member of a large organization that trafficked women, Qi Yue herself had undergone considerable S&M training and conditioning. She possessed extreme tolerance for tickling and various forms of humiliating training. The tickling inflicted by the three female officers, though numerous, was amateurish and lacked professionalism. Such childish training methods were nothing in her eyes; they couldn't break her spirit. This lack of skill, in fact, only exposed the fact that the three female officers were themselves seasoned submissives, merely retaliating with the simple methods that had once tormented them. This direct jab at their pain naturally infuriated the three female officers. "Go to hell!" Liang Jing roared, her fingers instantly intensifying their pressure, almost digging into Qi Yue's soles. Xu Wei Chen's nails also began to leave red marks on Qi Yue's soles. Ling Yiru's scratching at her waist became rough and unmethodical. Together, the three tickled Qi Yue's sensitive spots with even greater force. The intense pain and itchiness combined, and Qi Yue's laughter grew louder, devolving into meaningless shrieks and wild laughter. Her tongue felt numb, her throat hoarse, and she could no longer utter a complete sentence. Her body convulsed madly on the rack, her limb muscles stiff from prolonged struggle. Being attacked simultaneously by four people with such precise and brutal methods, even Qi Yue, with her specialized training, was starting to falter. And watching Qi Yue driven to madness by the tickling, these female officers, who had been bullied, humiliated, and tormented from beginning to end, finally felt a sliver of vengeful satisfaction amidst Qi Yue's uncontrollable laughter.

Before Qi Yue could react, Xiao Lan decisively flipped the switch. Instantly, the electroshock device emitted a low hum, and Qi Yue's violent struggles were pierced by an invisible force. She arched her back, a powerful cry erupting from her lips. The current surged through the electrodes attached to her thighs and body. Although Xiao Lan had set it to the lowest level, the genuine shock was still unbearable for Qi Yue. The torture bed creaked ominously, and sweat quickly beaded on her skin. Even her feet, confined in the shackles, thrashed and twisted, her toes splaying and clenching. Xiao Lan watched Qi Yue's reaction with a cold gaze for several minutes before shutting off the device. The humming of the electroshock ceased, and Qi Yue's body went limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Yet, she still sneered, "No... it's just electroshock? Is that your trump card? Hmph... as if I haven't seen it before!" Xiao Lan let out a cold laugh, ignoring Qi Yue's provocation. She picked up the electro-needles. These needles were exquisite, designed to fit over the fingertips, each equipped with a micro-power source capable of delivering a weak current from its tip. With all ten fingers adorned, she looked like she was wearing sharp claws. Xiao Lan flipped a switch, and a faint crackling sound emanated from her fingertips, accompanied by tiny arcs of electricity that glinted dangerously in the light. She then crouched down in front of Qi Yue's feet, gently probing the soles of her feet with the electro-needles. The moment they made contact, Qi Yue's feet jerked violently, her body tensing, and a sharp "Aha!" escaped her lips. Xiao Lan then pressed all ten electro-needles against Qi Yue's soles, her fingers gliding slowly over the pink skin. The movement was as gentle as a caress, yet it brought an itching sensation far more intense than before. Qi Yue's laughter erupted, "Haha... Aha! Stop... ha!" Xiao Lan's fingers continued to slide across Qi Yue's soles, the weak current from the electro-needles precisely stimulating every inch of sensitive skin. Qi Yue's laughter grew wilder, "Hahahahaha! Ahh... hahahahaha! No... hahahahaha!" Satisfied with the effect of the electro-needles, Xiao Lan turned off the electroshock. She looked at Qi Yue, now slumped limply on the torture bed, and turned to Tian Mengjia, saying, "Jiajia, come here, put these on!" Xiao Lan produced more electro-needles and handed them to Tian Mengjia. Tian Mengjia eagerly took them, mimicking Xiao Lan as she fitted the delicate needles onto her fingertips. Xiao Lan returned to the bed, and Tian Mengjia crouched at the foot of the torture bed. They divided their tasks as before. Xiao Lan reactivated the electroshock, and the electrodes on Qi Yue's thighs, waist, abdomen, and arms began to deliver a weak current again. Then, she activated the device fixed to Qi Yue's clitoris, its low hum filling the room as it precisely stimulated the sensitive area. Qi Yue's body tensed sharply, and a scream echoed through the room once more. Xiao Lan and Tian Mengjia exchanged a glance and simultaneously extended their electro-needle-adorned fingers, beginning a new round of torment. Tian Mengjia, at the foot of the bed, gently poked Qi Yue's soles with her electro-needles, her hands gliding slowly over her feet, the probes precisely tracing the arches, eliciting countless soft folds. Meanwhile, Xiao Lan was at the head of the bed, her electro-needles on her fingers, attacking Qi Yue's upper body. Her fingers slid lightly over Qi Yue's armpits, the weak current from the electro-needles precisely stimulating the sensitive points. Qi Yue's body spasmed violently, and a more frenzied laugh burst from her lips, "Ahahahahaha! No... hahaha!" Xiao Lan's fingers then moved to Qi Yue's sides, the probes slowly traversing the smooth skin. Each touch made Qi Yue's body tremble intensely, her laughter continuous, "Haha... ahaha! Ha!" Her chest heaved beneath the restraints, the current from the electrodes on her thighs and the stimulation from the clitoral device weaving together like a triple concerto, pushing Qi Yue towards madness. Tian Mengjia, at the foot of the bed, scratched with increasing fervor, her electro-needles sliding from Qi Yue's soles to between her toes, precisely stimulating every sensitive point. Qi Yue's laughter and screams became utterly uncontrollable, "Hahahahaha! Ahh... ha! Stop... hahahaha!" Although Yuan Fang, Liang Jing, Xu Weichen, and Ling Yirou were blindfolded, Qi Yue's laughter and screams were like thunder in their ears. The creaking of the torture bed and the humming of the clitoral device clearly conveyed her agony. The four women's emotions were complex. There was the satisfaction and schadenfreude of seeing an enemy finally face retribution, feeling that Qi Yue, the vixen, deserved to be dealt with by Xiao Lan. Yet, there was also a sense of unease and desolation, as it wasn't they who were taking revenge on Qi Yue; on the contrary, they shared Qi Yue's plight, bound to the bed and at the mercy of others. And then there was fear, the worry that Xiao Lan's methods—the electroshock, the electro-needles, the clitoral stimulator—might be used on them at any moment. Qi Yue's laughter continued to echo in the room, stimulating the nerves of the four female officers. Xiao Lan watched Qi Yue's exhausted state on the torture bed with a cold eye. A sneer played on her lips as she slid her finger across the electroshock control panel, increasing the intensity to its highest setting, nearing the limit of human safety, and then decisively flipped the switch. The electroshock emitted a louder hum, and a powerful current surged through Qi Yue's entire body from the electrodes on her thighs, waist, abdomen, and arms. Qi Yue's body convulsed more violently, trembling as if afflicted with Parkinson's. The torture bed emitted a piercing creak, almost shaking apart from her movements. Her mouth erupted in a continuous stream of screams, interspersed with wild laughter, "Hahahaha... ahh! No... haha!" Her eyes began to roll back, her feet curling desperately in the shackles, her toenails painted bright red splaying to their extreme, revealing countless soft folds. But Xiao Lan was not satisfied. She picked up a black short whip from the cart. She swung the whip, bringing it down mercilessly on Qi Yue's pale skin. With a crack, the whip landed on Qi Yue's flank, leaving a faint red mark. Qi Yue's body jerked violently, and a scream mixed with laughter erupted from her lips, "Ahhh! Hahaha!" Xiao Lan's whip continued to fall, crackling through the room, leaving welts on Qi Yue's waist, abdomen, thighs, and chest, her white skin flushing red. As she whipped, she sneered, "Qi Yue, you dared to touch my darlings, this is your price!" Under the combined torture of electroshock, whipping, and electro-needles, Qi Yue's eyes rolled back completely, as if pushed to the brink of consciousness. Her laughter gradually weakened, "Ha... haha... ahh..." broken moans interspersed with faint laughter, as if she had exhausted her last ounce of strength. Finally, her head lolled to the side, her body slumping onto the torture bed, completely unconscious. Xiao Lan let out a cold laugh, but she had no intention of letting Qi Yue off the hook. She reset the electroshock to its lowest setting but did not turn it off. Instead, she set a timer, activating it every few minutes. The weak current continued to stimulate Qi Yue's clitoris and various parts of her body, ensuring she suffered even in her unconscious state. Then, she picked up two electric massagers from the cart. The circular massagers were covered in soft claws and hummed. She used tape to secure the massagers to Qi Yue's pink soles, one on each foot. As soon as the switches were turned on, the soft claws diligently rotated on the soles, like countless fingers tickling. Even in her unconscious state, the stimulation on her soles made Qi Yue twitch involuntarily, her toes curling slightly, and a low "Ha... ha..." escaped her lips, a seemingly instinctive reaction. Xiao Lan clapped her hands with satisfaction, confirming that even unconscious, Qi Yue could not escape continuous torment. She turned to the other four, Yuan Fang, Liang Jing, Xu Weichen, and Ling Yirou, a playful smile on her lips. "Darlings, Qi Yue has had her fun. Now it's your turn. Aren't you excited?"