Dark Frenzy

Even in the capital, he was the chief researcher. To reach this level, he was certainly not a fool, nor would he shout "unscientific" and question the combatants' words because of such a thing. After all, anything that exists in this world is bound to be reasonable. Moreover, what one sees with their eyes and experiences firsthand is not necessarily true; many things still require slow research and investigation. However, if it were true, as these two combatants said, that she could control fire, then the old man felt that what was restraining her at this moment was not the straitjacket, but the muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of her head. After learning this, the old man waved his hand, signaling the combatants responsible for escorting her to continue bringing her in. At this moment, if one were to look at Hong Lian's appearance, they would find that her physical restraints were not severe. It was merely a white leather straitjacket. This straitjacket was a one-piece design, wrapping her entire body from front to back. The cuffs of the sleeves were tightened, preventing her hands from being extended, forcing them into fists, and then cinching her wrists so that she could no longer unclench her fists after clenching them. Then, through black leather straps at the front of the sleeves, both her forearms were brought together and held under her chest. When her fists were at her sides, they were pulled slightly upwards. On the front sides of the leather garment, there were two leather buckles that further restrained her wrists. Then, a series of leather straps tightened around her forehead, neck, shoulders, abdomen, thighs, knees, ankles, and feet, pressing her fiercely onto a metal gurney. Even her breathing was restricted, necessitating a mask and oxygen intake through an oxygen tank fixed behind the gurney. To ensure her safety, two specially assigned combatants were present, one to push the gurney and the other to hold the gun. Thus, Hong Lian was pushed all the way into the medical college. Compared to other captured individuals who resisted, she was treated much more leniently. For example, those experimental subjects who had gone mad due to drug injections were bound with restraints specifically designed for highly dangerous criminals. These restraints, in addition to leather, were interwoven with fine metal wires. To prevent self-harm, the police officers who bound them used these restraints to tie them in a "extreme chariot" position, rendering them unable to harm themselves through struggling. They even wore gag restraints resembling horse tack, because their bodies were enhanced by drugs, and their abundant physical strength allowed them to headbutt the ground even in the chariot position. Even when tied to a bed, they would constantly writhe. Therefore, even the researchers were helpless in such situations and could only suspend them, completely eliminating any room for struggle. Looking at their state, Hong Lian felt no pity, only a sense of sadness. The reason these people had become insane was due to the crude nature of their modification process. The reason for using such an inefficient modification was also due to the tight pressure from the Unified Government. Perhaps in their eyes, this was salvation, but they did not realize that it was precisely their coercion that turned these hostages into monsters. The thought alone made Hong Lian find it somewhat amusing. As for her? She had already given up struggling when she was defeated. After all, she had been defeated even when fully armed and free. To place her hope in struggling after being tightly bound would be too foolish. When a person is lost and nervous, they become more sensitive than usual, whether it's pleasure, itchiness, or pain, or even emotional responses. All defenses are stripped away by these emotions. Under helplessness and grievance, anyone would want to escape, to be caressed, to vent. As a result, Yang Li's heart was pounding, her steps were unsteady and weak, and the stimulation from her lower body made it impossible for her to maintain her balance. She had tried to break free from the ropes after she regained her senses. Because Lan Linglong's binding was too tight, Yang Li felt as if her arms were firmly stuffed into single gloves when she tried to struggle. The large amount of rope distributed the force of her struggle, ensuring it wouldn't break while also preventing it from slipping off her arms. Shangguan Ye could feel her arms tensing but made no move, as it was natural to struggle when tightly bound, and she couldn't break free anyway, so there was no need for him to do anything to her. Her arms, covered in white armor, were almost bound like a zebra's. Black ropes formed six loops around her arms, with each loop wound at least five times. This caused the ropes to almost cover Yang Li's arms, not just binding her wrists or restricting her elbows, but pulling both her arms behind her body. In fact, in severe rear-hand bondage, there were not only various knots but also straight-arm, Japanese, and Kannon-style bindings. After being tightened, all these bindings would cause the bound person to hold their head high and chest out, as if preparing for a noble sacrifice. This was because the excessive twisting of the arms behind the body would cause the shoulders to flip backward, naturally causing the chest and abdomen of the bound person to protrude. If Yang Li were not wearing armor that had not been activated, Lan Linglong would have really wanted to put nipple clamps on her, which would have made it even more convenient to control her. It was precisely because she had not removed her armor that Lan Linglong had wrapped so many turns of rope around her, to ensure that the ropes could bear the force, fearing that this captive might have some explosive technique that could break the ropes! If viewed from Yang Li's perspective from behind, it seemed like a waste of rope? But now, the victor takes all. Lan Linglong was not Anna; she had no interest in providing Yang Li with an opportunity for a test, so she could not be counter-killed by her! However, Lan Linglong also had no intention of continuing to torment the captive. After she pulled Yang Li a few steps, she didn't deliberately tug the rope in her hand. She merely held the rope and walked slowly, allowing Yang Li to follow her pace. In addition, Shangguan Ye, holding Yang Li's elbows from behind, also walked slowly, pushing her forward. With a push and a pull, even without deliberate coercion, Yang Li would naturally follow their steps, with no possibility of delay. "Ugh..." But at this moment, Yang Li couldn't help but let out a rather lewd moan from her throat. "Um... just now her body was twisting continuously. Was the hood too tight and causing her to suffocate?" Just as Kebin agreed to Ye Yue's request to extract materials from Heilun, making everyone happy, Yang Li suddenly pointed at the pitiful monster and said this, drawing everyone's attention to her condition. Heilun was still firmly restrained in a spread-eagle position by handcuffs and chains, with a soundproof hood over her head, rendering her unable to see or hear. But at this moment, her head was twisting continuously, and her waist was tightening and swaying. The chains connected to her arms were even slightly twisting. Unfortunately, because Heilun's arms were pulled to their extreme positions, even with her effort, she could only make her arms tremble slightly. Her feet were also pulled firmly to the ground, and she was unable to move at all due to the restraint of several chains! But seeing her in severe restraint, desperately arching her head back, Ye Yue replied to Yang Li as if making a guess: "Perhaps it's suffocation. It looks very similar." Saying this, she walked to Heilun's side and unbuckled the strap of the hood. The monster instantly deflated, confirming her guess. After the hood was removed, Heilun seemed unaccustomed to the light. Moreover, seeing that her breathing did not cause her chest or abdomen to rise, Ye Yue became curious about the monster. Judging by her figure, she should be a woman, and she could understand our language, so she should have intelligence? Thinking this, and looking at her body covered in scales, not only at the joints like elbows and armpits, but even her nipples and private parts were covered in scales. It seemed as if the scales were not her body's organs but more like she was wearing a layer of armor. However, when this armor was cut, instead of skin, blood flowed out directly. This made Ye Yue feel strange and a bit sympathetic, thinking that as women, she had suffered such cruel treatment. But looking at her fingernails and wrist blades, Ye Yue suddenly startled and turned to Dr. Zero, asking, "Since her scales are so hard, why didn't she have wrist blades and fingernails when she fought Han Wei back then!?" Hearing this, the three agents felt ashamed of their luck. But she was right. Now that resistance was confirmed to be futile due to the vast disparity in strength, even if they rushed forward to defend her, they would likely end up in the same situation as her. But what good would it do to be the same as her? To maintain respect for her, they had to respect her resolve and cherish the results of her self-sacrifice, cherishing their own freedom from humiliation. Thinking this, the agents looked at Xu Jing as if she were a martyr. They could only suppress their grief and walk to the shelf to get a silver object: an anal hook. Although she was prepared, Xu Jing couldn't help but shiver when she saw the anal hook. The hook was J-shaped, much like the pirate captain's hook that was commonly seen in movies, replacing his right hand. Seeing this shape also brought to mind the hooks butchers used to hang meat, involuntarily filling her with dread! The only fortunate thing was that the end of the anal hook was not sharp. Where it should have been pointed, it was cast into a small ball. However, this meant that if the anal hook were to be inserted into Xu Jing's anus, her undeveloped anus would be stretched even wider, with no time for gradual development. "Xu Jing, come... bend over..." At this point, even Wang Ying, the torturer, began to plead with a crying voice. She didn't know if Xu Jing would still cooperate with her, or if Xu Jing would see her as a villain. Perhaps she would? She definitely would. To avoid torture and humiliation, she had inflicted everything upon Xu Jing. Knowing what she herself did not want, she was now engaging in abusive behavior, making her heart feel extremely heavy. She thought, "What kind of agent am I? I'm clearly a selfish, cowardly slut, tormenting others to fulfill my own needs, and even hypocritically condemning myself, as if that could absolve me." However, no matter what the agents thought in their hearts, they could only support Xu Jing as she bent over. Although Wang Ying had worked in prisons and was somewhat familiar with restraints, she was not skilled with these lewd items. But at this point, she could only grope blindly. Recalling how she had seen others use this item before, she found some lubricant, applied it to the ball at the tip of the anal hook, then squatted down, held Xu Jing's buttocks with both hands, spread them apart, and placed the anal hook against her anus, slowly rotating it in an attempt to insert it. "Ugh..." As Wang Ying exerted force, Xu Jing let out a moan, her body trembling as if she could no longer stand. But as her tension increased, her anus tightened, squeezing the anal hook that had just touched it back out of her body, and the small opening closed, preventing the iron ball from entering at all. Seeing her like this, Wang Ying frowned slightly and said with reluctance, "You..." "Con... continue..." But just as the torturer opened her mouth in confusion, the victim encouraged her with her trembling voice. In her tone, anyone could hear extreme nervousness and anxiety, but now she was allowing this fear to consume her and demanding that the other person continue the torture. Seeing her like this, Wang Ying despised herself again, thinking that she had misunderstood her intention and thought she was deliberately tightening her rear end to refuse cooperation. But even at this point, her buttocks were still pressed together. Why was that? Confused, Wang Ying touched Xu Jing's buttocks with her hand, only to find that her perky buttocks were still very tense and could not be pried apart. What should she do? At this point, Wang Ying was bewildered. She had never had masochistic tendencies before, so she was not skilled in how to use these pleasure items. In the past, even when she saw others using these things on prisoners, those people had no pity for the prisoners and could directly twist and force them in, and then pull up the anal hook from behind, making them cry out in agony. But Xu Jing was like her; she had no experience as a masochist before. Now, bound like this, she was already at the peak of shame and anger, only to learn that her undeveloped rear was to be penetrated by an anal hook. Naturally, she instinctively rejected it and was extremely nervous! Seeing their clumsy appearance, it was quite cute?