Fallen Female Plan: The Ultimate Domination of the President and his Daughter

Finally, the ropes made their appearance. Chen Shen didn't use rough hemp rope, but a soft yet strong red velvet cord. He had Lin Wan stand in the center of the living room and began the binding. Kagomori, an ancient and intricate tying technique. The rope, in Chen Shen's hands, seemed alive, weaving and tightening around Lin Wan's latex-clad body. On his back, it formed neat, carapace-like diamond patterns. Across his chest, it artfully constricted his pectoral muscles, sculpting a nearly feminine contour. The rope dug deeply into the latex, creating an intense sense of pressure and envelopment. With every breath, he could feel the combined restriction of the rope and the latex. Then came the crotch rope. Extending from the kagomori on his back, the rope forced its way into his groin, cinching tightly around his perineum. It created an unavoidable friction with the chastity cage and the catheter device in front, before winding upwards and securing around his waist. The moment the crotch rope was finally tightened, Lin Wan let out a suppressed whimper. The rough texture of the rope, even through the thin latex, continuously chafed his most sensitive area. The chastity cage in front was pressed deeper into his flesh by the rope's pressure; the [X] behind shifted its angle under the rope's pull; not to mention the soft tube connecting front and back, its presence becoming increasingly pronounced under the rope's compression. This constant, subtle, and gnawing stimulation was far more potent than direct pain. It ceaselessly reminded him of his predicament, taunting his nerves, blending a subtle ache with a more subtle [X] to create a maddening state of continuous arousal. Lin Wan was instructed to remain in this state – clad in the airtight latex, wearing the indwelling catheter system, the electroshock collar, and adorned with the red kagomori and crotch rope – standing silently in a corner of the living room, facing the wall. He couldn't move. He couldn't make a sound. Yet, his bodily sensations were amplified to their extreme. The suffocating embrace of the latex. The constricting pressure of the ropes, especially the undeniable friction from the crotch rope. The persistent urge to urinate and the alien sensation of internal circulation from the catheter system. The looming threat of electric shocks from the collar and the anal plug. And, the pervasive, humiliating, yet irresistible sexual arousal that bloomed from the叠加 of all these restraints. Sweat couldn't escape the latex, only accumulating on his skin, creating a sticky, clammy sensation. His breathing grew rapid, but the kagomori's restriction made each deep breath a struggle. His legs began to tremble, a combination of muscle fatigue and the physiological response to the crotch rope's constant stimulation. He felt like a meticulously packaged, bound offering, or a piece of furniture endowed with a specific function. Thinking became difficult, his mind filled entirely by his body's sensations. Shame, fear, pain, arousal… a chaotic swirl of emotions, eventually settling into a strange numbness and calm. Chen Shen would occasionally approach, not speaking, merely using his fingers to check the tightness of the ropes, or to touch his Adam's apple through the collar. These touches, in this extreme state, felt like electric currents, sending shivers through Lin Wan's entire body. Time lost all meaning. Perhaps only half an hour had passed, or perhaps centuries. "How do you feel?" Chen Shen's voice finally came from behind him. Lin Wan parted his lips, finding his throat too dry to form a clear sound. After a long effort, he managed to squeeze out a few broken words: "Full... so... full... filled..." He wasn't just referring to his bladder, or his bowels, but his entire being. He was filled with restraints, filled with rules, filled with Chen Shen's will. The independent individual named "Lin Wan" seemed, at this moment, to have been squeezed into the smallest corner, almost vanishing. Chen Shen didn't release him. He simply turned off the living room lights, leaving him to remain in the darkened corner. "That's all for tonight," Chen Shen's voice, exceptionally clear in the darkness, stated. "Get used to it. Get used to being completely controlled. Get used to your existence as an 'object'."

"Quiet," Chen Shen's tone was devoid of any ripple. "A vessel's duty is to accept all that is bestowed upon it, be it form or content." The valve was opened, and the catheter connected to his rear began to work. But unlike the viscous liquid injected before, this time, a cool, faintly antiseptic-smelling liquid flowed in – an enema. The liquid, through the catheter, passed through the narrow space already occupied by eight silicone balls and the viscous fluid, flowing in reverse deep into his colon. The icy sensation, coupled with the internal fullness, brought an intense urge to defecate and abdominal discomfort. Lin Wan's body began to struggle, but restrained by the straps and his hands tied behind his back, it was merely a futile writhing. "Feel this internal cleansing," Chen Shen's voice was like a spell. "Purge the existing filth within you, making space for a new order." The enema continued to flow, and Lin Wan's abdomen gradually distended slightly. He gritted his teeth, resisting the increasingly strong urge to expel, tears welling up uncontrollably once more. This was not just a physical cleansing, but a spiritual purging, washing away his last vestiges of dignity and autonomy. When the enema reached its predetermined volume, Chen Shen closed the valve and disconnected the catheter. "Now, for the final seal." Chen Shen removed the complex valve device. Without the obstruction, the contents, a mixture of enema fluid and the original viscous liquid, threatened to gush out. Lin Wan, with immense willpower, managed to clench his muscles, preventing this catastrophic outcome. But his body trembled violently, cold sweat beading on his forehead. At this moment, Chen Shen picked up the last prop – a furry dog tail attached to a slender metal rod. The base of the tail was quite thick, and the tip was a fluffy, realistic brown dog tail. "Relax," Chen Shen said, pressing the lubricant-coated tip of the tail against the incredibly sensitive and fragile entrance that had just undergone the enema. "No… please…" Lin Wan pleaded, his voice choked with tears, every cell in his body resisting. But Chen Shen ignored his pleas, steadily and firmly pushing the tail in. The thick bulbous base stretched the entrance, laboriously bypassing the silicone balls within, and burrowed deep into his body. Once the tail was fully inserted, the furry appendage naturally dangled down, swaying gently against his exposed buttocks. The internal fullness reached an unprecedented peak. The eight silicone balls, the residual fluid, and this massive tail filled him almost to the limit. The intense urge to defecate and the sensation of a foreign object intertwined, making coherent thought almost impossible. Chen Shen adjusted the angle of the tail, positioning it to hang naturally. He stepped back, turning Lin Wan to face the mirror again. "Look, it's done." The reflection in the mirror was grotesque. A body bound in a bitch suit and restraints in a posture of humiliation, wearing cute lace panties, yet with a furry dog tail dangling behind. The chastity lock was hidden beneath a sanitary pad and lace underwear, while his insides were filled with the various "bestowed" contents. "This is your complete form now," Chen Shen's voice held a hint of cold satisfaction. "A restrained bitch, an internal vessel, and… a decorative pet. All elements are in place." Lin Wan looked at the "thing" in the mirror. There was no trace of "Lin Wan" left in that creature. It was an assembled object, designed to satisfy a specific fetish. Intense shame, extreme physical discomfort, and utter mental defeat finally coalesced into a numb, almost despairing acceptance. He even unconsciously shifted his body slightly with the weight of the tail behind him. Chen Shen noticed this subtle movement, a barely perceptible curve forming at the corner of his lips. "Very good. Your body is already learning a new language." He patted Lin Wan's buttocks, and the dog tail swayed gently in response. "Remember this feeling, remember this form. This will be your… normal… for a long time to come." Chen Shen fastened a collar around Lin Wan's neck, a slender leash attached to the front of the collar. He tugged the leash, issuing a clear command: "Now, my little bitch vessel, crawl over." Lin Wan froze for a moment. The last vestiges of reason offered a faint protest. But his body reacted before his consciousness. With the burden inside and the limitations of the restraints, he slowly, arduously, and humiliatingly bent down, supporting himself on his unconstrained elbows and knees, mimicking a canine posture. With every crawl, the tail and silicone balls inside rubbed and bumped, sending waves of indescribable stimulation and discomfort. The lace panties chafed against his skin, and the tail behind him swayed gently with his movements.

"Now, answer me," Chen Shen's voice carried an undeniable authority, his finger still resting on her slick entrance, pressing with a subtle pressure. "Based on the feedback from your currently wanton body, how do you assess your potential for 'training'? From level one to ten, with ten representing complete acceptance and utter surrender." This was a question that utterly objectified her, crushing her sense of shame underfoot. Yang Ying shook her head, unable to speak. "Refusing to answer?" Chen Shen was not surprised. His finger tightened slightly, mimicking an insertion but stopping just at the crucial moment. Yet, the threatening pressure alone made Yang Ying tense her internal muscles in fear. "Or, do you require me to use a more direct method to 'measure' your internal 'receptivity' and 'desire'?" Feeling the danger of his fingertip and imagining the more terrifying possibilities, under extreme fear and immense psychological pressure, Yang Ying broke down into sobs, "High... very high... I don't know... please don't..." "Very high?" Chen Shen pressed, his fingertip maliciously scraping her sensitive core. "A specific number. I want a quantifiable assessment. This is an order." "...Eight... level eight..." Yang Ying choked out the number, almost in tears. This number was not a rational assessment but a desperate utterance in the current situation, an attempt to escape a more horrific treatment. However, once spoken, it felt as if a lock had been broken, and a hidden tremor, a secret thrill, arose from a corner of her heart due to this self-proclaimed "high" level. "Level eight?" Chen Shen seemed not entirely satisfied with the answer, but he didn't dismiss it either. "It seems you still have a sliver of unrealistic reservation. However, as a start, it's enough to make a point." He withdrew his finger, the viscous silver thread snapping in the air. He walked to the trolley and retrieved the speculum he had used earlier for Yang Ying's hair removal – the cold, gleaming metal instrument. Seeing it, Yang Ying's pupils dilated in terror. "No... don't use that..." she pleaded desperately. Chen Shen ignored her pleas, skillfully immersing it in disinfectant, then drying it. "Since we've assessed your 'receptivity,' the next step is to confirm your 'foundation for domestication.' Lin Wan was able to become a qualified 'vessel' because he completely discarded unnecessary shame and recognized his attribute as an 'object.' You, on the other hand, need to take the first step – under absolute command, publicly display your wantonness and accept the setting of its 'functionalization.'" He returned to the bed with the speculum and commanded, "Spread your legs, lift your hips a little higher, so that your 'level eight receptive' bitch's cunt is fully exposed." The word "bitch" was like a red-hot iron, searing Yang Ying's soul. She didn't want to, she didn't want to a million times, but her body, under Chen Shen's cold gaze and the threat of the metal instrument, trembled and obeyed. She painfully parted her legs, lifting her wet, pink, slightly quivering from tension, and utterly exposed to Chen Shen. Chen Shen bypassed any foreplay and directly pressed the cold metal speculum against her entrance. As the hard, unfeeling object forcibly parted her tender flesh and penetrated her tight, slick canal, Yang Ying let out a sharp, piercing scream. The feeling of her body being forcibly opened, her most private folds exposed to the light and the man's scrutinizing gaze, was more devastating than the earlier whipping and spanking. The speculum was fixed in place, fully revealing her internal landscape. Chen Shen observed calmly, as if examining the internal structure of a precision instrument. He even picked up a small, powerful flashlight and shone it onto the pink, constantly contracting and undulating inner walls. "Contraction reaction is intense, lubrication is abundant. It is indeed a highly sensitive body," he said, as if making academic notes. "Very suitable for deep development and conditioning training. Now, look into the mirror." Only then did Yang Ying notice that the wall opposite the examination bed was actually a one-way mirror. It now clearly reflected her extremely humiliating posture – kneeling on the bed, hips raised high, legs spread wide, her body forced open by the cold metal instrument, her most private parts completely visible. Her face instantly lost all color. "Look closely. This is you, 'level eight receptive' Yang Ying," Chen Shen's voice was like a spell, echoing in her ears. "Remember this image, remember how your body opens under command, how it is scrutinized. This is your first lesson as a 'puppy' – to recognize your 'form of existence.'" Looking at the strange and debauched figure in the mirror, Yang Ying's spirit was on the verge of complete collapse. Tears slid down silently, mixed with humiliation, fear, and a twisted excitement that she herself couldn't define. After what felt like an eternity, Chen Shen finally removed the speculum. The sudden sense of emptiness made her body go limp. Immediately, Chen Shen took a black leather collar from the lower shelf of the trolley, attached to a leash of the same material, about a meter long. At the sight of the collar and leash, Yang Ying's breathing almost stopped. She understood what it meant. Chen Shen held the collar out to her, the black leather glinting coldly under the light. "This is your new insignia, symbolizing the transformation of your identity. From the moment you put it on, you are no longer 'Yang Ying.' You are my possession, a 'puppy' that needs to be guided and disciplined." He leaned close to her, his hands encircling her neck, and fastened the collar. With a soft "click," like the buckle of fate, the cold, hard leather pressed tightly against her neck. Then, he released the leash, and the black leather chain dangled down, swaying in front of her chest. "Now, get down," Chen Shen commanded, tugging the chain. "Follow me, in the manner you should." Yang Ying trembled as she climbed down from the examination bed, her feet touching the cold floor. The restraint of the collar was incredibly clear, reminding her of her current lowly status. "Kneel," Chen Shen's voice was irrefutable.

Her body was tightly bound by rough hemp ropes. After being fixed all night, the knots seemed to have dug deep into her flesh. Every tiny movement brought a stinging friction and a sense of deeper confinement. Especially the most shameful knot between her legs, after being unconsciously pressed and rubbed by her sleeping posture all night, it now not only brought a continuous, distracting, faint stimulation, but also felt particularly distinct due to the morning's physiological reaction. She could even feel a small patch of her underwear was wet with some kind of seepage, clinging to her skin, cold and sticky. The leather collar around her neck reminded her of her vows from last night and her new identity – "Puppy." She struggled, trying to sit up in bed, but the kinbaku restricted her upper body's movement, making her actions clumsy and difficult. With great effort, she managed to shift to the edge of the bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor. She looked down at herself. The white cotton underwear seemed a bit glaring in the morning light, while the brown hemp rope netting covered it like a brand, outlining her body's contours and her current humble predicament. She remembered Chen Shen's order – not to untie these ropes without his permission. She could only wear this "outfit" and begin her first day as a "Puppy." Cautiously, she walked unsteadily to the door and tried the doorknob. The door was unlocked. She took a deep breath and pushed it open. The scene outside the door made her freeze instantly. In the spacious living room stood a sturdy metal frame, similar in structure to a pull-up bar, but clearly designed for a specific purpose. And at this moment, Lin Wan was hanging from this frame. His hands were tied behind his back with rough hemp ropes, which then extended upwards, passed through a pulley at the top of the frame, and hoisted his arms high. He had to stand on tiptoe with all his might to barely touch the ground with the balls of his feet, alleviating the pain of his arms being pulled. He was wearing an extremely sexy and revealing black lace lingerie set, and his lower body was clad in flesh-colored open-crotch stockings, the crotch completely exposed, revealing his most private parts. And there, instead of male organs, was a flat chastity lock gleaming with cold metal. The lock was intricately designed, fitting snugly around his male symbol, making it almost invisible, resembling the outline of a female [X] from the outside. At this moment, from the tiny pores of the chastity lock, a few wisps of transparent liquid were subtly seeping out, slowly sliding down the inner thighs of his slightly trembling legs. Lin Wan's face bore an expression of mixed pain, forbearance, and a strange flush. His breathing was somewhat rapid. Seeing Yang Ying emerge, he forced a somewhat twisted smile. "Morning... ah, 'Puppy'..." his voice was breathless, "How is it, does this... 'pajamas' fit?" Yang Ying's cheeks burned. She instinctively closed her legs, but this only made her feel the friction of the knots between her legs more acutely, almost making her groan. She shuffled her stiff legs, slowly descending the stairs and coming to the metal frame, her voice filled with uncertainty and a hint of fear, "Lin Wan... what... what happened to you?" "Potty training... morning's... mandatory class." Lin Wan panted, explaining, his toes trembling from the strain, "Master requires... learning to control... under specific positions and pressure... and, to feel the body's... limits." He paused, glancing at the kinbaku on Yang Ying, his eyes complex, "It seems... you had quite a 'fulfilling' night too." Yang Ying lowered her head, unsure how to respond. Just then, a calm, unwavering voice came from the side. "It seems you rested well last night, 'Puppy'." Chen Shen had appeared in the living room at some point, dressed in simple loungewear, idly playing with a new bundle of hemp rope in his hand. His gaze swept over Yang Ying with a hint of amusement, "This kinbaku seems to suit you well, reminding you of your identity." Yang Ying's body trembled, daring not to meet his gaze. Chen Shen said no more. He walked directly to Yang Ying's side, the hemp rope in his hand like a venomous snake with a life of its own. "Since you're up, let's join the morning training." His tone was unquestionable. "No... Master..." Yang Ying instinctively took a step back, her eyes filled with terror. "Kneel." Chen Shen commanded. Yang Ying's legs went weak, and she obediently knelt on the floor. Chen Shen's movements were practiced and swift. He looped the rope around Yang Ying's wrists, tying them securely behind her back with professional skill. Then, he pulled the other end of the rope, leading her to the metal frame, placing her beside Lin Wan. The rope passed through the pulley and slowly tightened. Yang Ying felt her arms being lifted upwards by a powerful force, her shoulder joints aching with the stretching. Like Lin Wan beside her, she had to stand on tiptoe to barely touch the ground with the balls of her feet, distributing some of her weight. This posture was extremely physically demanding and filled with insecurity, as if she could lose her balance at any moment and place all her weight on her hoisted arms. What made her even more desperate was that as she was hoisted up, her body weight shifted. The hemp rope knots between her legs, due to the change in posture, pressed and rubbed even more deeply against her most sensitive [X]. The rough, continuous stimulation suddenly intensified, like tiny electric currents constantly shooting through her lower abdomen, making her legs weak and almost unable to stand. At the same time, a familiar, urgent need to urinate began to gather and swell in her lower abdomen – she hadn't relieved herself yet this morning! Just then, Chen Shen produced two strange objects. They resembled horse bits, but were connected to long, transparent latex tubes. The bit part could be forcibly inserted and fixed in the user's mouth, forcing the mouth to remain open. "Hydration is important in the morning." Chen Shen said, and without any warning, he roughly shoved one of the bits into Yang Ying's mouth. The rubbery smell and the discomfort of her mouth being forcibly stretched made her gag, but she couldn't resist, only able to emit muffled "woo woo" sounds. Lin Wan beside her suffered the same fate, being fitted with the other bit. The other end of the latex tube was connected to two transparent, sealed containers resembling chemical experiment beakers placed on the metal frame. The containers were not small, filled with clear liquid that looked like water, each holding about 3 liters. There were valve switches below the containers. Chen Shen looked at the terrified eyes of the two, a sinister smile curving his lips. Without any hesitation, he simultaneously turned the valves of both containers.

The churning sensation within her allowed for no further hesitation! The trembling of her sphincter intensified, and she could feel the string of beads being pushed outwards, inch by agonizing inch, by the surging force from behind! If she didn't resolve this immediately, complete collapse was imminent! The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything else! All she wanted now was to escape this torment, by any means necessary! "Ugh..." Another violent intestinal spasm wracked her, and Wang Li let out a muffled groan of pain, no longer caring about propriety or dignity! Stumbling, almost in a squat, in an incredibly awkward and disheveled posture, she moved her feet as if they weighed a thousand pounds towards the office desk. She snatched the oval metal trash can, haphazardly tossed the small amount of shredded paper from inside onto the floor, and then quickly placed the bin back down in front of where she had collapsed. She looked down at the gleaming metal bin, her face burning, her heart pounding wildly. She had never in her life imagined she would do something so degrading. Time was running out! The pressure inside her had reached its peak! Wang Li took a deep breath, as if preparing for death. She bent her knees, a position that intensified the pressure on her rear, forcing her to clench her legs desperately. Her right hand trembled as she reached back through her tight-fitting grey pencil skirt. She could clearly feel the area at the back of her skirt, damp and strangely sticky from the slight seepage of stool and the beads. Gritting her teeth, she hooked her right fingers under the waistband of her skirt, and with it, her entire lower half, already soiled by a small amount of leakage, she yanked it downwards! The skirt slid down to her mid-thigh, exposing her entire buttocks, the roots of her legs clad in black stockings, and her most shameful orifice – the one currently holding the beads, slightly parted and swollen red. The cold air hitting her hot skin sent a shiver through her. She adjusted her position, aligning her bare buttocks with the opening of the oval bin below. This posture filled her with immense humiliation and shame, her cheeks burning. Wang Li extended her right hand, her trembling index and middle fingers searching between her buttocks, touching the last cool, smooth bead – the culprit – and the string attached to it. Her fingertips could feel the heat, moisture, and slight swelling at the entrance of her anus. Her face flushed, her breathing grew rapid. Tentatively, she gently tugged on the string. "Mmm..." The moment she applied any pressure, a more intense urge to defecate and the stimulation of the beads against her intestinal wall surged through her, eliciting a suppressed moan. She could feel the beads moving inside her as she pulled, pressing against the waste that was already poised to exit. The uncontrollable physiological urge swept over her like a tsunami. Wang Li felt as if an invisible hand had fiercely gripped her abdomen, her intestines spasming violently, emitting gurgling warnings. The string of beads buried deep within her seemed to come alive, relentlessly pushed towards the exit by the surging pressure from behind. Every second of delay was torture. Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and a few strands of damp hair escaped her meticulously styled bun, clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her legs, usually elegantly crossed, were now clamped tightly together, an attempt to hold back the unstoppable flood, but this only intensified the internal pressure. "I can't hold it anymore..." she whimpered, a sound close to a sob. All pride and dignity crumbled at this moment. The instinct for survival overshadowed everything; she had only one thought – to resolve this agonizing situation immediately, no matter the cost. Another violent bout of intestinal cramps seized her, and Wang Li doubled over in pain, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk, her knuckles white from the strain. She could no longer think of consequences or appearances, only surrender to the most primal bodily need. She practically dragged herself to the desk, grabbed the stainless steel trash can, and frantically pulled out a few pieces of scrap paper, tossing them onto the floor. The metal bin reflected her disheveled image – a once decisive and powerful woman, now on the verge of collapse for the most basic physiological need. With trembling hands, she placed the trash can in front of her, a simple action that filled her with unprecedented shame. Looking down at the smooth bottom of the bin, her cheeks burned, her heart hammered in her chest, as if trying to break free. Time was critical! The pressure inside her had reached its breaking point. Wang Li took a deep breath, as if undertaking a solemn and shameful ritual. She slightly bent her knees, a position that drastically increased the pressure from behind. She had to clench her muscles desperately, her left hand trembling as she reached back through her tight grey skirt, searching for the source of her torment. She could feel the back of her skirt was already damp, a clear sign of impending loss of control. Gritting her teeth, she hooked her left fingers under the waistband of the skirt, and along with her empty lower body beneath, she yanked it down forcefully. The skirt slid to her mid-thigh, and the cold air instantly enveloped her exposed buttocks, causing an involuntary shiver. Adjusting her position, she aligned her bare buttocks with the opening of the bin. This action made her feel so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She extended her right hand, her trembling index and middle fingers probing between her buttocks, touching the cool, smooth beads and the string connecting them. The sensation on her fingertips sent a tremor through her – the heat, moisture, and slight swelling in that area were stark reminders of her predicament. Her face flushed, her breathing became rapid and irregular. She tentatively tugged on the string, and an even stronger urge to defecate, coupled with the stimulation of the beads against her inner walls, immediately followed, eliciting a suppressed moan. She could clearly feel the beads moving inside her, each slight shift stimulating the waste that was poised to exit. There was no turning back! Wang Li closed her eyes and began to pull with more force. She felt the first bead, tightly enveloped by her sphincter, struggling to move towards the exit. The sensation of a foreign object being forcibly expelled from her body, mixed with the intense urge to defecate and an indescribable strangeness, made her entire body tremble. With a soft "plop," accompanied by the sound of a slight liquid discharge, the first smooth bead was finally squeezed out of her swollen, red anus. The bead's surface was coated with clear lubricant and a small amount of cloudy fluid, dripping into the metal bin below with a crisp "drip." This was just the beginning. With the first bead out, the resistance behind seemed to lessen. Wang Li, disregarding her shame, continued to grit her teeth and pull the string out, little by little. The second, the third... One by one, clear beads were slowly pulled from her tight, narrow anus. Each bead's expulsion was accompanied by uncontrollable intestinal contractions and sphincter spasms, producing embarrassing flatulence, and more thin liquid escaping uncontrollably, dripping onto the bottom of the bin with a soft patter. A faint, yet undeniable, odor began to permeate the enclosed office. Wang Li's face grew redder and redder. She felt a strange, complex sensation in her anus, a mix of pain and release, as it repeatedly stretched and contracted. This feeling made her feel even more mortified. As she pulled out the sixth and seventh beads, she could clearly feel the pressure behind her like a bursting dam, on the verge of losing control! She quickened her movements, almost roughly yanking out the last few beads! With a soft "pop," the last bead finally broke free from the confines of her body. The instant the bead completely exited— "Splash—" With the final obstruction gone, the accumulated, thinned waste, altered by medication, erupted uncontrollably from an extremely dilated opening like a floodgate! It violently impacted the bottom and inner walls of the metal bin, producing a continuous and loud rushing sound! Wang Li, utterly drained, her upper body almost slumped over the edge of the desk, gripped the desk with both hands, supporting herself to prevent complete collapse. Her eyes were tightly shut, her brow furrowed, her face a mask of extreme pain, shame, and a complex expression of finally being released. She could clearly hear the embarrassing sounds of defecation, smell the increasingly potent odor of her own waste. She could feel warm, thin liquid continuously gushing out of her body, as if to hollow her out completely. Her sphincter, from prolonged tension and the violent dilation, sent waves of numbness and burning pain. She remained in this semi-squatting, prostrate position, allowing her body to complete this shameful process. The excretion continued for a considerable time, interspersed with several violent intestinal spasms and subsequent bursts. She felt like a completely broken doll, all her strength and dignity washed away with this foul torrent. The office was filled with a heavy, uncomfortable odor. The metal bin had accumulated a significant volume of murky liquid and some solid matter, with the string of transparent beads, now stained with waste, floating on the surface. After an unknown period, the surging excretion finally began to subside, reducing to intermittent drips. Wang Li was soaked in sweat, slumped against the desk, only her shallow breaths audible. However, in this profound silence, broken only by her heavy gasps and the pervasive odor in the air— With a soft "click." The office door lock was opened from the outside!

"Excellent," Chen Shen commented, then looked at Li Lan. "Your turn." Li Lan's face grew even paler. She looked at the shameful swimsuit on Wang Li, then at the remaining one in the box, her lips trembling. "I... I have to wear it too?" "What do you think?" Chen Shen retorted, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "Since you want to 'cooperate,' you need to prove your sincerity first. Besides, do you think you can walk away unscathed after knowing so many secrets?" Li Lan gritted her teeth. She knew Chen Shen was right. From the moment she walked into this villa, from the moment she spoke those words, she had no way out. She took a deep breath and began to undress. Her movements were slower, more hesitant than Wang Li's. She first took off her coat, then her shirt, followed by her skirt... When the last piece of underwear was removed, she was completely naked. Li Lan's figure was not as voluptuous as Wang Li's, but it was well-proportioned. Her breasts were smaller than Wang Li's, perhaps a B cup, but shapely and firm; her waist was slender, her hips tight; her legs were long and her skin fair. Standing naked in the living room at this moment, her body trembled slightly from nervousness and shame. She picked up the other swimsuit and began to put it on. The process was as difficult as it had been for Wang Li. As she pulled the crotch of the swimsuit up to her vulva, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The tight fabric dug deeply into her labia, bringing an intense, unfamiliar sensation. Her pubic hair was pressed by the fabric, causing a slight sting; and as the fabric rubbed against her sensitive clitoris and vaginal opening, a warm current surged through her lower abdomen. She continued to pull it up. The swimsuit covered her chest, squeezing and lifting her breasts, her nipples hardening beneath the taut fabric. The deep V-neck exposed more than half of her breasts, the cleavage astonishingly deep. When she was fully dressed, the sense of shame was almost overwhelming. The swimsuit was too tight, so tight it felt like it was digging into her flesh; too revealing, emphasizing and highlighting every intimate part of her body. She could feel her vulva tightly encased and rubbed by the swimsuit's crotch, each breath bringing a clear tactile sensation. Moreover, the thin strap connecting the leather collar around her neck to the one around her crotch was also tightly cinched across the front of her body. The strap started below her collarbone, passed through the hollow of her sternum, traced across her flat abdomen, and finally connected to the crotch ring. Every time she moved, the strap would rub against her skin, bringing waves of subtle, heart-pounding stimulation. "Turn around," Chen Shen commanded. Li Lan turned around. From behind, her back was equally exposed, with only a few thin straps crisscrossing; her buttocks were largely visible, the cleft clearly defined; her legs were completely bare, from the top of her thighs to her ankles. Most shamefully, due to the design of the swimsuit's crotch, her anus, deep within her buttock cleft, was also vaguely visible. Although there were no beads inserted like Wang Li's, the sense of exposure still made her extremely uneasy. "Very good, now both of you are ready," Chen Shen nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Lin Wan. "Are the ropes ready?" Lin Wan responded and walked to the other side of the living room. A hemp rope had already been prepared there – it was about five meters long and as thick as a wrist, with both ends secured to pillars on either side of the living room, about a meter off the ground. The rope was taut, gleaming a yellowish-brown under the light. Most striking were the small knots tied along the rope at approximately twenty-centimeter intervals. The knots were small but sturdy, with a rough surface. "This is the rope walk," Chen Shen explained, his tone as calm as if he were describing an ordinary game. "The two of you will start from opposite ends of the rope, straddling it with your hips, and move towards the center. Remember, you can only use your legs to move your bodies; your hands cannot touch the rope or the ground. When you meet in the middle, you must rub and sway your vulvas for at least thirty seconds without stopping, and then back up to your starting points. Repeat this until I say stop." Wang Li and Li Lan were stunned. Move by straddling the rope with their hips? And there were knots on the rope? This meant that during the movement, their vulvas would be directly pressed against the rough hemp rope, and those knots would continuously rub and squeeze their most sensitive private parts as they moved! "No... this is too..." Li Lan instinctively wanted to refuse. But Chen Shen interrupted her. "Miss Li, you don't seem to have grasped the situation yet. You have two options now: First, obediently complete this punishment, and then we'll continue to 'cooperate'; second, I can send the recording to Hu Feng right now, and simultaneously send your naked photos to all your colleagues and family. Which one do you choose?" Li Lan's face turned ashen. She knew Chen Shen would do as he said. And once those recordings and photos were public, her entire life would be ruined. She gritted her teeth and finally nodded.