Kidnapping girls who love wearing stockings

It was a late autumn evening. She was walking home alone, wearing a short dress, heading to catch the Korean drama that was about to start. A gust of wind blew past, and she shivered, suddenly realizing she needed to urinate, so she quickened her pace. Her name was Xin Yan, a freshman at S University. Because she disliked noise, she didn't live on campus. Xin Yan's parents were doing business abroad and only returned for the Spring Festival. Xin Yan wasn't usually talkative, so few classmates approached her. Today, she looked exceptionally beautiful—in fact, she was beautiful every day. Besides preferring quiet, she didn't live on campus because she was obsessed with stockings. She wore them every day, even to bed, only taking them off when they were dirty. But after showering, she would immediately put clean stockings back on—something she couldn't do on campus. Xin Yan was no exception today. Because of the cold, she wore two layers of stockings: flesh-colored underneath and greyish-black on the outside, paired with pure white cotton socks—she was simply stunning. Arriving home, Xin Yan went up to the top floor. As she reached her apartment and was about to unlock the door, a man suddenly pounced on her from behind. Before Xin Yan could react, her mouth agape as she was about to scream, a towel was pressed against her mouth and nose. She tried to struggle, but a strong smell of medicine assaulted her senses, and gradually she felt her limbs go numb, and waves of drowsiness washed over her… Then the man dragged the unconscious Xin Yan into the room next door. The man, named Cheng, had just moved in, but Xin Yan didn't recognize him; he had long wanted to kidnap her. “Such an easy success,” Cheng thought, looking at the unconscious girl on the bed, seemingly in disbelief. Glancing at his prey, Cheng nervously swallowed. This was the neighbor's beauty—fair skin, small, slightly pursed lips, and short, slightly disheveled black hair that accentuated her youth and vitality. A short dress hugged her slender figure, her long, shapely legs, stockings, and white cotton socks creating an irresistible allure. Cheng felt a wave of dizziness, but quickly regained his composure; it was time to get down to business. He pulled out something he had prepared beforehand from under the bed and began to tie Xin Yan up. Cheng turned Xin Yan over, placed her hands together behind her back, and took a soft but very strong cotton rope, carefully binding them. He tied them several times horizontally, several times around, several times crossing, and several times vertically, his technique very skillful. After binding her hands, he tugged on them; good, not enough to hurt Xin Yan, but enough to make it impossible for her to escape. Then he used a similar method to tie Xin Yan's legs together firmly. Then he lifted Xin Yan up and carefully tied her arms and body together. This way, no matter how much Xin Yan struggled, she could only keep twisting her body. Unless Cheng untied the rope, Xin Yan would never be able to break free, but Cheng would not let go of Xin Yan, after all, he had been lusting after her for so long. Next, Cheng took out a pair of clean stockings, gently pinched Xin Yan's cheek with one hand, and when Xin Yan's mouth opened unconsciously, Cheng carefully stuffed the stockings into her mouth, sealing it tightly. Then, he took a flesh-colored long stocking and tightly bound Xin Yan's mouth with it, tying a knot at the back of her head to secure it. This way, Xin Yan wouldn't be able to spit the stockings out of her mouth. Cheng then took another stocking and blindfolded Xin Yan. Next, Cheng took out a small bottle of anti-nasal congestion medication and had Xin Yan inhale it to prevent her from suffocating. Finally, Cheng used a thick stocking DIY hood to cover Xin Yan's head, so that Xin Yan couldn't possibly rub off the stockings covering her eyes and mouth. This stocking hood was quite good; it wrapped Xin Yan's head and neck very snugly. Cheng picked up Xinyan again and put her into a sleeping bag fixed to the bed, leaving only her head sticking out. This sleeping bag was modified by Cheng; it was very tight, and the neck opening could be tied with rope, so even if Xinyan wasn't tied up, she couldn't get out. Cheng looked at his "masterpiece" with satisfaction and smiled smugly. Then he turned on the TV, tuned it to a 24-hour channel, locked the door, and went out to the suburbs to retrieve something. Because the building was so expensive, few people lived there, and the soundproofing was excellent. Cheng had installed soundproofing material in every corner of the room where Xinyan was tied up, and even the windows were double-glazed. Even if they were fighting in the room, no one would hear them. Soon, Xinyan woke up from a very uncomfortable sleep. In the darkness, it seemed as if she were the only one there. Her head still throbbed, and something seemed to be covering her mouth and eyes. She suddenly remembered what had just happened and tried to sit up in terror, but found that her body was completely unresponsive, as if her whole body was glued together. Xinyan realized she was tied up and began to struggle desperately, but could only writhe on the bed wrapped in a sleeping bag. She tried to scream for help, but could only manage weak "uh...uh..." sounds from deep within her throat. Unable to shout or see, Xinyan was terrified and desperately tried to break free of her restraints. The feeling on her face was familiar; it was her favorite stockings. But now, these stockings covering her face made her desperately try to rub them off, but no matter how hard she tried, the hood remained firmly in place, and the stockings covering her mouth and eyes were even more impossible to remove. Xinyan couldn't help but cry, but her tears were quickly absorbed by the stockings. Xinyan was now like a tightly bound rice dumpling. She gradually understood her situation; she had been kidnapped. Not knowing what would happen next, she could only continue her futile struggle, desperately twisting her body. Gradually, Xinyan grew tired, breathing heavily through her nose. Only then did she notice the television, the hourly chime—it was ten o'clock. The desperate Xinyan calmed down slightly; after all, such futile efforts were just a waste of energy. But just as she was trying to figure out a solution, she discovered an even more troublesome problem: the urge to urinate. She hadn't even had a chance to go home and relax before being tied up. Now, Xin Yan was terrified again. She didn't know how long she would be tied up, and what would happen if she couldn't hold it in. Xin Yan began to struggle desperately, trying to distract herself, but the urge to urinate seemed to be deliberately working against her. The more afraid she was, the more urgent it became; forgetting the urge was impossible. Xin Yan deeply regretted the large cup of milk tea she had drunk on the street earlier. Now she felt even worse. Tightly tied up, her mouth gagged and eyes blindfolded, Xin Yan wanted to cry out, but could only manage soft "uh...uh..." sounds. Faced with the increasingly urgent need to urinate, Xin Yan could only tightly clamp her legs together, even though her beautiful legs were already firmly bound together. Xin Yan could only laboriously wriggle her body; she couldn't even sit up. Xin Yan realized she was wrapped in something and then secured to the bed with ropes. So, Xinyan mustered her last bit of strength, trying to break the ropes binding her to the bed. She hoped this would allow her to move, use a doorknob or something similar to pull off the hood, spit out the stockings from her mouth, and use her teeth to bite a pencil to call the police. Xinyan had a glimmer of hope, but Cheng wasn't stupid; the sleeping bag was securely fastened and impossible to break free of. Xinyan couldn't crawl out of the sleeping bag either, so her struggles were futile. Realizing this, Xinyan quickly despaired, struggling to hold back her increasingly urgent need to urinate. She didn't even have the strength to cry anymore, only occasionally shifting her body with difficulty, trying to find a more comfortable position. She had just wanted to escape before her kidnappers returned, but now, in despair, Xinyan hoped her kidnapper would return quickly, perhaps even letting her use the toilet to ease her discomfort. After a long time, the television struck eleven again, and Xinyan felt she was about to burst. Just then, Xinyan heard the door open, and Cheng returned carrying a large box. Xinyan whimpered anxiously, "Ugh...ugh..." Cheng pulled her out of her sleeping bag and pounced on her, rubbing his face against her through her stockings, his hands roaming over her body. He was a pervert! Xinyan was utterly desperate, futilely trying to avoid his groping hands. Cheng's gaze swept over Xinyan's body, and when it lingered on her slender legs, which were pressed together and rubbing against each other, he understood what she wanted to say. He leaned close to her ear and said, "Do you need to pee? If you're good, I'll let you go." Xinyan nodded frantically. Cheng untied the ropes binding her knees, lifted Xinyan's skirt, and reached down to pull off her two layers of stockings (Xinyan didn't like wearing underwear). He chuckled mischievously, "Your outfit really excites me." He picked Xinyan up and placed her on the toilet, spreading her legs wide and positioning her genitals against the toilet bowl. He softly said, "We're here. You can relax now." Xinyan's upper body trembled, making continuous "uh...uh..." sounds, clearly ashamed of the position. However, the physical pressure eventually overcame her rational defenses, and a clear liquid gushed out... Cheng carried Xinyan back to bed, straightened her clothes, and "locked" her back into the sleeping bag. Through the hood, Cheng couldn't see Xinyan's expression, only hearing her heavy breathing through the hood, which sounded like she was sobbing. Cheng put on an Arabic mask, completely concealing his appearance. Cheng's fingers roamed over Xinyan's neck, then he removed her hood and blindfold. Xinyan's eyes were filled with sadness and fear, and the tear tracks at the corners of her eyes, combined with her tightly gagged mouth, made her look even more pitiful and vulnerable. "If you promise not to scream, I can take the thing out of your mouth. How about it? Or do you want to be gagged like this forever?" "Mmm...mmm..." Xinyan nodded vigorously. "Please let me go, don't hurt me, I won't tell the police, just let me go..." "Mmm..." Xinyan's mouth was gagged again."I like tying up beautiful women. It makes me feel good and comfortable. As long as you obey, I won't hurt you, otherwise..." As he spoke, a switchblade magically appeared in his hand. "I have a bad temper. Sometimes when I get excited, I don't know what I might do, so you'd better behave yourself." Xin Yan nodded in terror. Cheng re-bandaged Xin Yan's head, turned off the lights and TV, locked the door, and went to sleep in another room. Xin Yan was once again plunged into endless fear and darkness. In the morning, Cheng shook Xin Yan awake, removed all the restraints from her head and face, wiped her face, made her rinse her mouth, and then, like the night before, made her go to the toilet. Finally, he fed her, then gagged her, blindfolded her, put a hood over her head, and put her back in her sleeping bag. Thus, Xin Yan only received minimal relief during mealtimes. Every day, Xin Yan could only go to the toilet once in the morning and once at night, and also had to defecate at night, so she still had to hold her urine. A week passed like this, and Xin Yan was almost driven to despair by her bondage, no longer struggling as fiercely as before. After all, she hadn't showered or changed clothes for a week, and Xin Yan started to smell. Her original dress was cut into pieces, and her stockings and bra were removed and thrown aside; the ropes binding her body were loosened, but Xin Yan still wasn't free—her hands were handcuffed behind her back with even stronger handcuffs. When she lay naked in the bathtub filled with water, she thought she was about to be violated, but the man simply gagged and blindfolded her as usual, then covered her eyes with a gauze mask. Suddenly, Cheng reached out, cupped Xin Yan's head, and forcefully pressed it down into the water. "Ugh~" Xin Yan shook her head, struggling desperately, but because her hands and feet were restrained, she couldn't exert any force. Xin Yan was terrified, thinking that her life would end like this. The pressure imposed on Xinyan suddenly vanished, and she sprang to her feet. Cheng reached out and removed her mask, revealing the girl's flushed face, red from suffocation. She sniffled, gasping for the long-awaited air, her mouth agape emitting muffled "hmm, hmm" sounds. Cheng's actions had made it clear to Xinyan: do not try to resist; he held absolute power of life and death. And it worked. Xinyan offered no resistance, only letting out a soft moan or two, barely audible through the stockings. After showering and drying Xinyan, Cheng wrapped her in a large bath towel and placed her on a chair. He began feeding her breakfast. The towel seemed too thin; Xinyan trembled. She quickly finished the hot food Cheng fed her, not noticing no sleeping pills, and soon drifted off to sleep. Cheng carried Xinyan back to bed and pulled out a box of things he had brought back the night before from under the bed. It contained several pairs of pantyhose, a bodysuit, and tight-fitting gloves. It looked like a big project was about to begin. He first stuffed some cotton into Xinyan's urethra, then applied sanitary napkins before putting on ultra-thin pantyhose; next, he stuffed the pantyhose into Xinyan's mouth; then came a full-body, flesh-colored pantyhose, very tight and elastic. After putting it on, Cheng used a small sewing machine to sew up the opening at the back, so that even if Xinyan wasn't bound, she couldn't remove this soft, form-fitting, yet incredibly durable, specially made full-body pantyhose without tools. Through the pantyhose, Cheng used another thigh-high pantyhose to gag Xinyan's mouth. The pantyhose didn't affect Xinyan's face shape, only slightly protruding at the lips, but it didn't affect the overall smoothness. Then he put on another layer of flesh-colored pantyhose and another layer of white pantyhose, both neatly covering her from feet to neck. Then, he used elastic bandages to seal her entire lower body tightly. The bodysuit covered Xin Yan's entire body, exuding a mysterious allure. Cheng then took out a pure white, tight-fitting elastic leotard and carefully helped Xin Yan put it on, smoothing out every wrinkle. The white, semi-transparent leotard clung tightly to Xin Yan's bodysuit, gleaming with a seductive sheen. Next, Cheng put long, white, tight-fitting elastic gloves over Xin Yan's elbows. Cheng then blindfolded Xin Yan with another pair of thigh-high stockings, took a delicate, ultra-thin elastic stocking hood, covered Xin Yan's head, and connected it to the bodysuit and leotard, then sewed them together with a miniature sewing machine. Cheng's hands greedily caressed Xin Yan's body from head to toe. With Cheng's "help," Xin Yan was gradually dressed in a pure white swimsuit-style bodysuit, stockings, and elbow-length tight gloves. Next came the tight binding. Cheng grabbed several long strips of cloth and bound Xin Yan as before, reinforcing the bindings at crucial points, making escape impossible. However, this time he didn't put Xin Yan in a sleeping bag; he had other plans. Cheng slipped a large white thigh-high stocking over Xin Yan's legs, extending it up to her buttocks and down to her waist. The restraints didn't end there. He turned and took another pair from a large stack of identical pantyhose, beginning a second layer of binding. This continued until all five pairs of pantyhose were on her legs. The excellent elasticity of the multiple layers of pantyhose provided the strongest restraint, completely binding Xin Yan's legs together. To maintain a balanced figure, her upper body was also properly bound. Cheng took out several more pairs of white thigh-high stockings and began by pulling them over Xin Yan's upper body, including her bound arms. He then pulled them down, covering her chest, abdomen, and all the way to her buttocks, tucking them into the stockings and sewing them in place. Of course, five layers were worn to ensure the upper body was equally tightly bound, making Xin Yan appear like a cocoon of stockings. In the cold autumn day, they seemed so warm and gentle. Xin Yan's current situation could only be described as "the worst": her eyes were blindfolded, her mouth was completely gagged, and with the layers of stockings, making it impossible to speak or breathe was restricted. However, the stockings were relatively breathable, so as long as Xin Yan didn't struggle violently and become breathless, her breathing was fine. Xin Yan couldn't see anything, couldn't speak or move; perhaps the only thing she could move was her brain. Cheng rubbed against Xin Yan, now just waiting for her to wake up… After a while, Xin Yan woke up. Although her head was still dizzy, she quickly realized she was wrapped in layers of stockings. Xin Yan wanted to take off all the stockings, but she soon found it impossible, because she was bound even more tightly, only able to writhe her graceful body on the bed. Suddenly, she felt the man press tightly against her, constantly stroking and rubbing her breasts. Xin Yan struggled desperately, but immediately had to give up because she couldn't keep up with her breathing. Gradually, Xin Yan felt sensation in her private parts. Cheng's stimulation had aroused Xin Yan's sexual desire, stimulating the sensitive nerves in her private parts. She didn't know what to do anymore, so she could only desperately twist her body, making loud "uh…uh…" sounds, hoping this beast would stop quickly. But Xin Yan's struggles and "screams" only stimulated Cheng's senses, and he caressed Xin Yan's body even more enthusiastically. At this point, Xin Yan had lost all control and could only endure the pervert's torment. She felt herself about to faint. Seeing that Xin Yan was about to collapse, Cheng stopped and sat by the bed, enjoying watching her struggle to breathe. Xin Yan was exhausted and soon fell into a deep sleep. In her dream, Xin Yan was walking down the street when suddenly her vision blurred as if veiled, and she couldn't see anything clearly.Her flushed face was revealed as she sniffled, gasping for the long-awaited air, her mouth agape, emitting muffled "hmm, hmm" sounds. Cheng's actions had made it clear to Xin Yan: do not try to resist; he held absolute power of life and death. And it worked; Xin Yan offered no resistance, only letting out a soft moan or two, barely audible through the gag in her stockings. After showering and drying Xin Yan, Cheng wrapped her in a large bath towel and placed her on a chair. He began feeding her breakfast. The towel seemed too thin; Xin Yan trembled. She quickly finished the hot food Cheng fed her, not noticing no sleeping pills, and soon drifted off to sleep. Cheng carried Xin Yan back to bed and pulled out a box of things he had brought back the night before. It contained several pairs of pantyhose, a bodysuit, and tight gloves. Looks like a big project is about to begin. He first stuffed some cotton into Xinyan's urethra, then applied sanitary napkins and put on ultra-thin pantyhose; next, he stuffed stockings into Xinyan's mouth; then came a full-body, flesh-colored bodysuit, tight and very elastic. After putting it on, Cheng used a small sewing machine to sew up the opening at the back, so that even if Xinyan wasn't tied up, she couldn't remove this soft, close-fitting yet incredibly tough specially made full-body bodysuit without tools. Through the stockings, Cheng used another thigh-high stocking to cover Xinyan's mouth. The stockings didn't affect Xinyan's face shape, only her lips protruded slightly, but it didn't affect the overall smoothness. Then he put another layer of flesh-colored bodysuit and a layer of white bodysuit on Xinyan, both neatly covering her from feet to neck. Then he used elastic bandages to seal her entire lower body tightly. In this way, the bodysuit covered Xinyan's entire body, revealing a mysterious allure. Cheng then took out a pure white, tight-fitting, elastic leotard and carefully helped Xin Yan put it on, smoothing out every wrinkle. The white, semi-transparent leotard clung tightly to Xin Yan's bodysuit, gleaming with a seductive sheen. Next, Cheng put on white, tight-fitting elastic gloves that extended past Xin Yan's elbows. Cheng then blindfolded Xin Yan with another pair of thigh-high stockings, took a delicate, ultra-thin elastic stocking hood, covered Xin Yan's head, and connected it to the bodysuit and bodysuit, then sewed them together with a miniature sewing machine. Cheng's hands greedily caressed Xin Yan's body from head to toe. With Cheng's "help," Xin Yan gradually donned these exquisite and sexy outfits: a pure white swimsuit-style bodysuit, bodysuit, and elbow-length tight gloves. Next came the tight binding. Cheng grabbed several long strips of cloth and bound Xin Yan up as before, reinforcing the bindings at crucial points, making escape impossible. However, this time he didn't put Xin Yan in a sleeping bag; he had another plan. Cheng slipped a large white thigh-high stocking over Xin Yan's legs, extending all the way up to her buttocks and down to her waist. The restraint wouldn't end there. He turned and took another pair from a large stack of identical pantyhose, beginning the second layer of binding. This continued until all five pairs of pantyhose were on her legs. The excellent elasticity of the multiple layers of pantyhose provided the strongest restraint, completely binding Xin Yan's legs together. To maintain a balanced figure, her upper body was also bound. Cheng took out several more white thigh-high stockings and, starting from the top, slipped them over Xin Yan's upper body, including her bound arms, down to her chest, abdomen, and finally to her buttocks, tucking them into the stockings and sewing them in. Of course, wearing five layers ensured the same tight restraint on her upper body, making Xin Yan feel like a cocoon of stockings. In the cold autumn day, it seemed so warm and gentle. Xin Yan's current situation could only be described as "worst": her eyes were blindfolded, her mouth was completely gagged, and with the layers of stockings, making it impossible to speak or breathe was restricted. However, the stockings were relatively breathable, so as long as Xin Yan didn't struggle violently and become breathless, her breathing was fine. Xin Yan couldn't see anything, couldn't speak or move; perhaps only her brain could function. Cheng rubbed against Xin Yan, now just waiting for her to wake up… After a while, Xin Yan woke up. Although her head was still dizzy, she quickly realized she was wrapped in layers of stockings. Xin Yan wanted to take off all the stockings, but she soon found it impossible, because she was bound even more tightly, only able to writhe her graceful body on the bed. Suddenly, she felt the man press tightly against her, constantly caressing and rubbing her breasts. Xin Yan struggled desperately, but had to give up immediately because she couldn't keep up with her breathing. Gradually, Xin Yan felt sensation in her private parts; Cheng's stimulation had aroused her sexual desire, stimulating the sensitive nerves in her private parts. She didn't know what to do anymore, and could only desperately twist her body, making loud "uh...uh..." sounds, hoping this beast would stop quickly. But Xin Yan's struggles and "screams" only stimulated Cheng's senses, and he caressed Xin Yan's body even more enthusiastically. At this point, Xin Yan could no longer control herself and could only let this pervert torment her. Xin Yan felt like she was about to faint. Seeing that Xin Yan was about to give up, Cheng stopped and sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying watching Xin Yan's labored breathing. By this time, Xin Yan was exhausted and soon fell into a deep sleep. In her dream, Xin Yan was walking on the street when suddenly it was as if a veil had been drawn before her eyes, and she couldn't see anything clearly.Her flushed face was revealed as she sniffled, gasping for the long-awaited air, her mouth agape, emitting muffled "hmm, hmm" sounds. Cheng's actions had made it clear to Xin Yan: do not try to resist; he held absolute power of life and death. And it worked; Xin Yan offered no resistance, only letting out a soft moan or two, barely audible through the gag in her stockings. After showering and drying Xin Yan, Cheng wrapped her in a large bath towel and placed her on a chair. He began feeding her breakfast. The towel seemed too thin; Xin Yan trembled. She quickly finished the hot food Cheng fed her, not noticing no sleeping pills, and soon drifted off to sleep. Cheng carried Xin Yan back to bed and pulled out a box of things he had brought back the night before. It contained several pairs of pantyhose, a bodysuit, and tight gloves. Looks like a big project is about to begin. He first stuffed some cotton into Xinyan's urethra, then applied sanitary napkins and put on ultra-thin pantyhose; next, he stuffed stockings into Xinyan's mouth; then came a full-body, flesh-colored bodysuit, tight and very elastic. After putting it on, Cheng used a small sewing machine to sew up the opening at the back, so that even if Xinyan wasn't tied up, she couldn't remove this soft, close-fitting yet incredibly tough specially made full-body bodysuit without tools. Through the stockings, Cheng used another thigh-high stocking to cover Xinyan's mouth. The stockings didn't affect Xinyan's face shape, only her lips protruded slightly, but it didn't affect the overall smoothness. Then he put another layer of flesh-colored bodysuit and a layer of white bodysuit on Xinyan, both neatly covering her from feet to neck. Then he used elastic bandages to seal her entire lower body tightly. In this way, the bodysuit covered Xinyan's entire body, revealing a mysterious allure. Cheng then took out a pure white, tight-fitting, elastic leotard and carefully helped Xin Yan put it on, smoothing out every wrinkle. The white, semi-transparent leotard clung tightly to Xin Yan's bodysuit, gleaming with a seductive sheen. Next, Cheng put on white, tight-fitting elastic gloves that extended past Xin Yan's elbows. Cheng then blindfolded Xin Yan with another pair of thigh-high stockings, took a delicate, ultra-thin elastic stocking hood, covered Xin Yan's head, and connected it to the bodysuit and bodysuit, then sewed them together with a miniature sewing machine. Cheng's hands greedily caressed Xin Yan's body from head to toe. With Cheng's "help," Xin Yan gradually donned these exquisite and sexy outfits: a pure white swimsuit-style bodysuit, bodysuit, and elbow-length tight gloves. Next came the tight binding. Cheng grabbed several long strips of cloth and bound Xin Yan up as before, reinforcing the bindings at crucial points, making escape impossible. However, this time he didn't put Xin Yan in a sleeping bag; he had another plan. Cheng slipped a large white thigh-high stocking over Xin Yan's legs, extending all the way up to her buttocks and down to her waist. The restraint wouldn't end there. He turned and took another pair from a large stack of identical pantyhose, beginning the second layer of binding. This continued until all five pairs of pantyhose were on her legs. The excellent elasticity of the multiple layers of pantyhose provided the strongest restraint, completely binding Xin Yan's legs together. To maintain a balanced figure, her upper body was also bound. Cheng took out several more white thigh-high stockings and, starting from the top, slipped them over Xin Yan's upper body, including her bound arms, down to her chest, abdomen, and finally to her buttocks, tucking them into the stockings and sewing them in. Of course, wearing five layers ensured the same tight restraint on her upper body, making Xin Yan feel like a cocoon of stockings. In the cold autumn day, it seemed so warm and gentle. Xin Yan's current situation could only be described as "worst": her eyes were blindfolded, her mouth was completely gagged, and with the layers of stockings, making it impossible to speak or breathe was restricted. However, the stockings were relatively breathable, so as long as Xin Yan didn't struggle violently and become breathless, her breathing was fine. Xin Yan couldn't see anything, couldn't speak or move; perhaps only her brain could function. Cheng rubbed against Xin Yan, now just waiting for her to wake up… After a while, Xin Yan woke up. Although her head was still dizzy, she quickly realized she was wrapped in layers of stockings. Xin Yan wanted to take off all the stockings, but she soon found it impossible, because she was bound even more tightly, only able to writhe her graceful body on the bed. Suddenly, she felt the man press tightly against her, constantly caressing and rubbing her breasts. Xin Yan struggled desperately, but had to give up immediately because she couldn't keep up with her breathing. Gradually, Xin Yan felt sensation in her private parts; Cheng's stimulation had aroused her sexual desire, stimulating the sensitive nerves in her private parts. She didn't know what to do anymore, and could only desperately twist her body, making loud "uh...uh..." sounds, hoping this beast would stop quickly. But Xin Yan's struggles and "screams" only stimulated Cheng's senses, and he caressed Xin Yan's body even more enthusiastically. At this point, Xin Yan could no longer control herself and could only let this pervert torment her. Xin Yan felt like she was about to faint. Seeing that Xin Yan was about to give up, Cheng stopped and sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying watching Xin Yan's labored breathing. By this time, Xin Yan was exhausted and soon fell into a deep sleep. In her dream, Xin Yan was walking on the street when suddenly it was as if a veil had been drawn before her eyes, and she couldn't see anything clearly.The stockings were fairly breathable; as long as Xin Yan didn't struggle violently and become breathless, her breathing was fine. Xin Yan couldn't see anything, couldn't speak or move; perhaps only her brain could function. Cheng rubbed against Xin Yan, now just waiting for her to wake up… A short while later, Xin Yan woke up. Although her head was still groggy, she quickly realized she was wrapped in layers of stockings. Xin Yan tried to remove all the stockings, but she soon found it impossible, as she was bound even more tightly, only able to writhe her graceful body on the bed. Suddenly, she felt the man press tightly against her, constantly caressing and rubbing her breasts. Xin Yan struggled desperately, but immediately had to give up because she couldn't breathe. Gradually, Xin Yan felt sensation in her private parts; Cheng's stimulation had aroused her sexual desire, stimulating the sensitive nerves in her private parts. She was at her wits' end, and could only writhe in despair, moaning and groaning, hoping this beast would stop. But Xin Yan's struggles and cries only aroused Cheng's senses, and he caressed her body even more passionately. At this point, Xin Yan was beyond control, and could only let this pervert torment her. She felt herself about to faint. Seeing that Xin Yan was about to collapse, Cheng stopped and sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying watching her struggle to breathe. Xin Yan was exhausted and soon fell into a deep sleep. In her dream, Xin Yan was walking down the street when suddenly her vision blurred, and she couldn't see anything clearly.The stockings were fairly breathable; as long as Xin Yan didn't struggle violently and become breathless, her breathing was fine. Xin Yan couldn't see anything, couldn't speak or move; perhaps only her brain could function. Cheng rubbed against Xin Yan, now just waiting for her to wake up… A short while later, Xin Yan woke up. Although her head was still groggy, she quickly realized she was wrapped in layers of stockings. Xin Yan tried to remove all the stockings, but she soon found it impossible, as she was bound even more tightly, only able to writhe her graceful body on the bed. Suddenly, she felt the man press tightly against her, constantly caressing and rubbing her breasts. Xin Yan struggled desperately, but immediately had to give up because she couldn't breathe. Gradually, Xin Yan felt sensation in her private parts; Cheng's stimulation had aroused her sexual desire, stimulating the sensitive nerves in her private parts. She was at her wits' end, and could only writhe in despair, moaning and groaning, hoping this beast would stop. But Xin Yan's struggles and cries only aroused Cheng's senses, and he caressed her body even more passionately. At this point, Xin Yan was beyond control, and could only let this pervert torment her. She felt herself about to faint. Seeing that Xin Yan was about to collapse, Cheng stopped and sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying watching her struggle to breathe. Xin Yan was exhausted and soon fell into a deep sleep. In her dream, Xin Yan was walking down the street when suddenly her vision blurred, and she couldn't see anything clearly.
She tried to remove the object blocking her view, but found her hands were completely immobile. She tried to call for help, but no sound came out. Seeing the passersby walk away, she tried to chase after them, but
found herself unable to take a step. Suddenly, everything disappeared, leaving only darkness. Xin Yan woke up, moved her body, and at this point, she seemed unable to distinguish between reality and nightmare. Xin Yan couldn't help but cry, but the layers of stockings held her back, preventing her from making a sound. She didn't understand why that pervert had kidnapped her, why he had deprived her of her freedom, and why he had to tormented her like this
. At noon, Cheng didn't feed Xin Yan, nor did he intend to untie her. He couldn't bear to unwrap this perfect package, letting Xin Yan struggle with her "uh...uh..." sounds. The beautiful sight before him made Cheng's blood rush, and he couldn't resist pouncing on Xin Yan again, constantly stimulating her
senses. After a long time, Xin Yan could no longer endure it, struggling frantically, desperately trying to cry out with "uh...uh..."
sounds, but all in vain. Xin Yan struggled for a while, then stopped moving. She had fainted due to excessive emotional distress and lack of oxygen. Cheng quickly blew air into Xin Yan's nose through the hood, performing
artificial respiration. What a pervert! Even now, he wouldn't remove the restraints, not even to make her breathing easier. Perhaps Cheng expected Xin Yan to be alright, because he wasn't worried at all. Sure enough, Xin Yan recovered quickly. She no longer had the strength to struggle, and
the thought . Cheng covered Xin Yan with a blanket, and she quickly fell asleep. She slept for a long time before waking up, woken by the urge to urinate. Gradually, the urge became more and more urgent, and with the cotton plug in her urethra irritating her, Xin Yan soon felt she could
n't control this damned urge. She strained to urinate, her body twisting and turning on the bed. Cheng understood Xinyan's meaning and said with a sly smile, "Want to pee again? I won't let you. If you dare pee on my
bed, I'll definitely rape you. You'd better watch yourself! I really don't want to untie you, and I don't want to let
such a beauty like you go..." Xinyan was terrified. She remembered the descriptions in novels of girls being forced to urinate in front of their kidnappers
and then being raped. She desperately held back her urge to urinate, not knowing how much longer she could hold on, only knowing that every little bit
more time meant a little more hope. Xinyan desperately squeezed her legs together, which were impossible to separate. After struggling for a long time, she finally couldn't resist the physiological urgency any longer and urinated. However, due to the obstruction of the cotton and the layers of sanitary napkins, stockings, and bandages tightly binding her, a large part of the urine
was blocked in her urethra and could only flow out slowly. The more Xinyan urinated, the more urgent the urge became, and she couldn't stop even if she wanted to
. The urine slowly soaked through Xinyan's clothes and wet the bed. Just as Xin Yan was filled with terror, Cheng pulled down his pants and pounced on her, hugging and
rubbing against her almost frantically. Then he climbed up and greedily sniffed and kissed her stockinged feet, soaking them
. Next, Cheng pressed Xin Yan's feet onto his penis. Xin Yan struggled, her beautiful, tightly bound feet
moving incessantly, intensely stimulating Cheng's lust. Soon he ejaculated, his milky white fluid staining Xin Yan's feet. Just when Xin Yan thought she was doomed, she smelled the drug again and, before she could struggle any longer,
fainted. Actually, Cheng didn't rape Xin Yan in the end. After he finished, he removed all of Xin Yan's restraints… She didn't
know how long she slept, but when she woke up, she found herself lying in her warm bed, all her restraints
gone . Her skin felt as if it were wrapped in soft, comfortable, and warm silk fabric—a long-lost comfort. Xin Yan smelled sweet, clearly having just taken a shower. Was it just a nightmare? No! Xinyan discovered she was only wearing a clean, ultra-thin white
pantyhose , with faint marks on her wrists. Terrified, she scrambled to her feet and struggled to remove the pantyhose
. Looking down, she realized she hadn't been raped and breathed a sigh of relief. Xinyan made an excuse to move with her parents, and her life gradually returned to normal. Despite the ordeal
, Xinyan's fascination with pantyhose remained unchanged; she couldn't even bear to take them off while showering. To be precise,
she never took them off unless they were torn. Showering cleaned them easily, and they dried quickly
, so there was no need to remove them. Pantyhose had become a second skin for Xinyan's lower body. She often recalled the feeling of being wrapped in layers of pantyhose, but later she became
afraid of ; being tied up was too uncomfortable. However, her story of being bound was far from over… The following summer, the school organized
a trip. Today, Xinyan was still wearing pantyhose, but instead of a skirt, she wore athletic shorts. The friction between the stockings and shorts felt comfortable to Xinyan. On the way down the mountain, Xinyan gradually fell behind the group, so she told her classmates to go ahead, saying she was tired. Actually, it was because Xinyan's shoes were too tight; her feet ached after walking all day, and she couldn't walk fast. Just around a bend, a figure flashed behind Xinyan, followed by a towel covering her
mouth and nose. Her first thought was that she had been kidnapped. Remembering her previous experience, Xinyan struggled desperately, but
her consciousness quickly faded. When she woke up, she found herself tightly bound to a large chair, unable to move, surrounded
by darkness, her eyes blindfolded. "Ugh. Ugh." Xinyan struggled in terror, but the ropes wouldn't budge. Then she felt someone pinching her face. Was it another pervert? "Ugh ugh," Xinyan cried out in despair. "You can't escape, don't waste your energy," a man's voice said, before locking the door and leaving
. At this moment, Xinyan struggled helplessly, the ropes tightening painfully around her. The room was stiflingly hot, and Xinyan was already drenched in sweat, her clothes soaked through, her stockings clinging
tightly to her legs. After a long time, Xinyan, gagged, was incredibly thirsty, exhausted, hot, and hungry; she felt she
couldn't hold on any longer. Just then, someone entered, ripped off the gag, and without a word, fed her
some food and poured several bowls of water down her throat, almost bloating her stomach. Then, the person gagged her again and left
. That night, mosquitoes swarmed throughout the room, biting poor Xinyan until she was covered in welts. Her clothes were sticky and smelly, and her feet ached from being squeezed by her shoes. After sitting for most of the day, her buttocks ached, and after drinking so much water, she gradually felt the urge to urinate. Actually, Xinyan was afraid not only of being tied up, but also of being gagged, blindfolded, and the urge to urinate. In the morning, Xin Yan was about to burst into the bladder again, but no one came. She held on for a long time, but finally urinated
, soaking her stockings and pants. Just as she was about to despair, the police broke down the door and rescued her. It turned out her classmates had been waiting for her to return for a long time and, worried something had happened to her, had called the police. The kidnappers hadn't actually kidnapped Xin Yan; they had arrested the wrong person. After this experience, Xin Yan became even more terrified of being bound, but the cheerful girl quickly forgot about it…
University life passed quickly, and one late autumn evening, Xin Yan was walking home after a dance. She was still the incredibly beautiful girl, only now she had lost some of her childishness and gained a more mature
beauty, making her even more captivating. She had no idea that tonight awaited her a long period of bondage and restraint. Reaching a deserted street corner, Xin Yan instinctively quickened her pace. Suddenly, a dark figure flashed behind her. Before Xin Yan could react, she smelled medicine,
struggled a few times, and quickly lost consciousness. The man dragged Xinyan into a car parked by the roadside and sped away. The car eventually pulled into a villa, where the man carried Xinyan upstairs and placed her on a soft, large bed
. Then he gave Xinyan some more sedatives; it looked like another big project was about to begin. Sure enough, he pulled a large pile of things out of the closet—stockings and such—once again, Xinyan had been kidnapped by the city.
Yan. He picked up a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose that were so thin they were almost transparent, and smiled smugly. This time, Cheng wasn't using ordinary pantyhose, although they had the same quality as high-end pantyhose sold in the market.
The fabric, texture, and appearance were all exquisite, yet it was made of a special material. Originally invented for astronauts exploring Mars, it was unclear how Cheng had managed to procure this material from the United States. He had created these incredibly breathable, highly elastic, and self-cleaning, temperature-regulating, silky-soft yet remarkably durable bodysuits with a close-fitting curve. Like last time, they covered from foot to neck, complete with a hood made of the same material. Except for a small opening at the crotch that allowed for a tight fit, there were no seams throughout, not even on the gloves. It seemed Cheng didn't intend to remove these specially made bodysuits from Xin Yan for a long time. Cheng removed Xin Yan's shoes and socks, passionately sniffing, licking, and kissing her beautiful, stockinged feet, soaking them completely. He hadn't previously had a foot fetish, but since seeing Xin Yan's delicate feet last time, he had become deeply fond of them. After this moment of ecstasy, it was time to get down to business. He stripped Xin Yan of all her clothes and stockings, trimmed her nails, shaved her pubic hair, wiped her entire body with wet wipes, and then washed her hair with a special dry shampoo, even though Xin Yan already smelled quite nice. He took the specially made full-body pantyhose, the opening at the neck, the stockings were very elastic, and carefully slipped Xin Yan's feet into them, gradually pulling them up until her beautiful legs were encased in the stockings. After putting her feet in, he slowly pulled them up, the stockings covering her calves, thighs, buttocks, and then up to her chest. He carefully slipped Xin Yan's arms into them, laboriously putting her fingers into the gloves of the pantyhose, and finally the stockings covered her shoulders and neck. He carefully gagged Xin Yan with the stockings, tidied her hair, and put a hood of the same material but a darker color on her head. No man could resist such temptation, and Cheng pounced on Xinyan, caressing her passionately. Then, using the same method, he dressed her in a second and a third garment from head to toe. Xinyan felt as if she had been completely swallowed by this specially made, fully enclosed bodysuit; every corner of her body was perfectly covered, the stockings becoming her second skin. Because the specially made stockings were breathable and highly elastic, all the stockings were very close-fitting and tight. The glove covering was unnecessary, and since the hood was dark in color, three layers were already quite opaque, so the eye glove covering was also omitted. This way, all the lines of her body could maintain Xinyan's original curves. At this point, Xinyan's outfit could be described as flawless; it was impossible for Xinyan to remove this perfect bodysuit herself. This perfect bodysuit had a very delicately designed opening at the crotch for easy drainage, and the opening would close tightly without needing to be opened by hand. Cheng then parted Xin Yan's legs, opened the crotch opening, and tightly stuffed a small wad of sterilized cotton into Xin Yan's urethra, before covering it with a sanitary napkin. Next came the meticulous binding. Cheng grabbed several bundles of soft, long cotton rope and began binding her even more carefully and tightly than before. Cheng took a rope, threaded it under her armpit, and wrapped it several times around the upper part of Xin Yan's breasts. He then wrapped it around her arm, firmly binding the upper part of her upper arm to her side, and several times around the lower part of her breasts, connecting the lower part of her upper arm to her body. At the cleavage area, the ropes were pulled together, tied with another rope, and wrapped around her back, making Xin Yan's breasts appear even more alluring. Next, another rope wrapped several times around Xin Yan's waist, fixing her wrists to her slender waist. Then, the rope was tied around the middle of her lower arm, wrapped around to the remaining rope behind her back, and knotted, firmly fixing her entire arm to her body. Finally, he pulled two ropes from Xin Yan's wrists, threaded them through her private parts and tightened them, then wrapped them around her front and abdomen, tying them up like a rope thong. This way, if Xin Yan struggled even slightly, the friction of the ropes would be unbearable for her sensitive private parts. Cheng's binding method was extremely skillful. He had studied the human skeletal structure, blood circulation, and metabolism. Each knot of the rope was interconnected, none of them could loosen, and it didn't need to be tightly bound; just a slight tension was enough to ensure Xin Yan could never escape without affecting her blood circulation. He could bind her for as long as he wanted, as long as he was willing to take care of Xin Yan's eating, drinking, and toileting needs. Xin Yan's legs were also tightly bound together in a similar way. Her already beautiful legs, now bound with cotton rope, became even more sexy and alluring. In this way, the ropes gradually covered Xin Yan's entire body, as if dressing her in a rope garment. The restraints weren't over yet. Cheng took an extra-large white thigh-high stocking and tightly wrapped it around Xin Yan from head to toe, finally securing it with wide strips of cloth to prevent it from slipping down as Xin Yan struggled. Admiring the perfect restraint before him, Cheng could no longer suppress his urges and began groping Xin Yan's body. Now he just waited for Xin Yan to wake up so he could admire her beautiful figure as she struggled. Soon, Xin Yan woke up. The familiar feeling of the stockings immediately made her realize what had happened. "Ugh," Xin Yan struggled desperately. She didn't want to be tortured like last time, but she realized with despair that it was impossible to break free from these restraints. "Please, let me go..." Xin Yan pleaded, but could only let out weak, desperate "ugh" sounds. Xin Yan struggled desperately, gradually losing strength, and lay on her side on the bed, breathing heavily. "How does it feel? Comfortable, right? I let you go last time because I couldn't bind you perfectly, but this time it's different. I'm going to bind you like this every day. As for how many days, I don't know. Maybe it'll be a day, maybe a month, or even longer. It all depends on my mood." This familiar voice made Xin Yan even more desperate. It's that pervert again. Wasn't binding you like that last time enough? Who will save me? What should I do... Xin Yan couldn't help but cry, but she could only make low "mmm" sounds. She tried desperately to break free, otherwise she would be finished. She might really be bound and tortured to death. But how could she break free? The bindings and restraints were so tight. "Will you be my pet? I will take good care of you, but you absolutely cannot escape." "Mmm," Xin Yan struggled, naturally unwilling. "Oh, you agreed? Since you agreed, why are you still twisting and turning so unwillingly? Be good, I've knitted you a warm and cozy little nest with stockings and rope. Just enjoy it and don't keep thinking about escaping." Xin Yan couldn't refute him, and could only shake her head and twist her body in protest, but Cheng didn't care about any of that. Once I've tied you up, you can forget about being free. Who told you to be so beautiful? Suddenly, Cheng pounced on Xin Yan again, burying his head in the stockinged girl's breasts, rubbing greedily. The brand-new nylon mixed with Xin Yan's faint body fragrance, stimulating his nerves. He held her even tighter, and his legs came up to clamp Xin Yan down. Bound tightly, Xin Yan faced the sudden "violation." Her bound body could only clumsily roll from side to side to struggle, while her head shook desperately, and she made "uh-uh" cries for help, but the sound of her body rubbing against the bed was much louder because of the stockings. With each pull of his hand, the ropes relentlessly stimulated Xin Yan's private parts, and she quickly became aroused, slowly beginning to secrete fluid. Cheng finally stopped after a long time, by which time Xin Yan was exhausted. As she gradually calmed down, Xin Yan realized that without these bonds, wearing the pantyhose would actually be very comfortable—this damned bondage! As Xin Yan's thoughts wandered, she suddenly felt the urge to urinate again; she needed to hold it in, and Xin Yan immediately became frightened. The cotton stuffed into her urethra further stimulated the urge, and soon she felt it was unbearable. "Ugh," Xin Yan struggled, but dared not exert herself too much, because the two ropes would intensify her urge. "Ugh," Xin Yan hoped he would understand her meaning and carry her to the toilet like last time. But Cheng seemed to be deliberately playing dumb, putting Xin Yan into a sleeping bag like last time, locking the door, and leaving. "Ugh," Xin Yan didn't want to urinate on herself again, or she would be raped. "Ugh, ugh," Xin Yan struggled, the stimulation from the rope and cotton making her extremely uncomfortable. She didn't understand why that pervert wouldn't even let her go to the toilet; even pets should have the right to use the litter box. But the only sounds in the room were her own cries for help and the rustling of her sleeping bag against the bed. Xin Yan told herself she had to hold on, but after more than an hour, she finally couldn't take it anymore. In a fit of anger, she forcefully urinated, determined to empty her bladder completely. However, due to the cotton blocking her bladder, the urge to urinate became increasingly urgent, making it extremely difficult and uncomfortable, yet she couldn't stop. Finally, Xin Yan realized that although she had urinated, she wasn't wet at all. "Did he put a diaper on me? But I can only clearly feel that silky soft sanitary napkin," she thought. Never mind, as long as she wasn't wet, that was fine. Exhausted, Xin Yan drifted off to sleep. It turned out that the sanitary napkin was also specially made; a thin sheet could absorb at least a liter of liquid quickly through a series of internal reactions, which explained why Xin Yan hadn't gotten wet while urinating. This way, Cheng wouldn't have to go through the trouble of carrying Xin Yan to the toilet all the time. He only needed to let her have a bowel movement at night and change her sanitary pad. This would also minimize the number of times he had to loosen Xin Yan's restraints, even just a little bit. In the morning, Cheng would shake Xin Yan awake, remove the two layers of stockings and hoods, and flip the third layer up a little to expose Xin Yan's little mouth so she could rinse her mouth and he could feed her. "Please don't gag me, okay?""I promise I won't scream, please, I'll be good, gagging is so uncomfortable, I beg you, mmm." Cheng ignored Xin Yan's pleas; he loved hearing her "mmm" sounds, they were too stimulating. This time, he didn't immediately put the black hood over Xin Yan's head. He needed to let her eyes see some light, otherwise she would go blind in time. Through the semi-transparent hood, he admired Xin Yan's beautiful face. Xin Yan was also trying to see Cheng's face clearly, but through the stockings, she could only see a blurry outline. Xin Yan spent several days in despair. These specially made full-body stockings were indeed extraordinary; Xin Yan remained clean, exuding a unique girlish fragrance. However, after these days of restraint, Xin Yan gradually felt that her body no longer belonged to her; she felt as if she had lost control of her own body, no different from a cripple. Xin Yan was utterly desperate and gave up resisting. Although she had lost her freedom, Cheng took good care of Xinyan's daily life, and Xinyan gradually accepted the reality that she had become a "pet." Days passed like this, and her colleagues assumed she had resigned, so no one suspected anything. A long month went by, and Xinyan no longer hated the man in front of her so much, but she still fantasized about one day regaining her freedom. Having been tightly bound for so long, perhaps Xinyan could no longer even stand steadily. One day, as Xinyan was struggling, a group of police officers suddenly burst into the house. It turned out that Cheng's company had run into trouble, and he had swindled a large sum of money and tried to escape. His actions were exposed, so he killed her to cover it up. He was currently packing his things at home, completely disregarding Xinyan's life or death, treating her like a neglected pet. No wonder, with all his attention focused on Xinyan, this beautiful woman in stockings, and her tight bondage, it was no wonder his company collapsed, and the police came to arrest him. Xin Yan struggled desperately, making "uh-uh" sounds. When the police rushed into the room, they were stunned by the constantly writhing silk stockings before them. They quickly realized that this was a girl who had been tightly bound for a long time. So the male police officer left the room, leaving two female officers. It took them more than an hour to remove all the bindings and restraints from Xin Yan's body. She threw herself into the arms of a female officer and cried loudly... After a month of being tightly bound, Xin Yan could barely walk, but her figure had been sculpted even more alluring by the specially made full-body silk stockings. After a period of rehabilitation and psychological counseling, Xin Yan returned to that happy world. At this moment, she deeply felt how wonderful freedom was. Later, Cheng was sentenced to death, and Xin Yan was safe. But unfortunately, Xin Yan now missed the specially made full-body silk stockings very much. Although she was afraid of being bound, she still couldn't change her fascination with the stockings and longed to one day be able to wear them comfortably. A few days later, Xinyan received a large package. When she got home and opened it, she nearly fainted. Inside were five packs of those special sanitary napkins and three sets of those special full-coverage pantyhose with hoods. The difference was that the crotch area wasn't open. Xinyan composed herself and opened a letter inside. "I know I'll be arrested sooner or later. I believe these two kidnappings will be unforgettable for you, so I left you this. I believe you'll like it." The letter ended with Cheng Xiaosai's signature. Xinyan didn't have time to think much. With mixed feelings, she put on the pantyhose Cheng had given her, reluctant to take them off for a long time, unsure whether to love or hate…

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