Mysterious Manor

Where am I? When I woke up, I found myself in complete darkness, unable to move, and surrounded by the strong smell of medicine. What happened? I tried to remember.
I'm an orphan, raised alone since childhood, which instilled in me a stubborn and strong-willed personality. But God also bestowed upon me stunning beauty, a fact I'm well aware of. Long, naturally curly black hair, fair skin, and a captivating figure. I've never lacked admirers, but I've never been moved; those cowardly men, I never paid them any attention. Until that day.
Because my paintings sold for a large sum of money, I decided to take a long vacation. Without informing anyone, I flew to Turkey. Many men approached me, but I ignored them. I drank alone in a disco, enjoying the powerful music. As the alcohol took effect, I decided to go to the dance floor and let loose. That day, I wore a backless long dress, my hair flowing naturally, and an armband on my arm sparkling. As cheers erupted, I danced with abandon on the dance floor. All the men were staring at me, except for one. The man was lounging on the sofa, sipping his drink, while a stunningly beautiful woman—oh my god, she was kneeling before him! This discovery made me stumble; I almost fell. Then he noticed me and raised his glass towards me. I glared at him fiercely. Who do you think you are, treating a woman like that? I'm not buying it!
That look left a deep impression on me; he was really handsome. Eurasian, with striking features, and his clothes, though casual, were clearly expensive. He was sitting there, and I didn't know his height. He seemed to know my guess and stood up, walking towards the bar. Wow, at least 185 centimeters tall. I lost all interest in dancing, returned to my seat, and sipped my drink, grumbling about that awful guy. Suddenly, everything went dark; someone had blocked the light. It was him! I looked up and was surprised to find him standing in front of me. I glanced at his seat; the beautiful woman was still kneeling there, seemingly unperturbed, not moving an inch. He extended his hand to me, and I looked at him coldly. He spoke, "Could I buy you a drink?" I noticed he was holding a colorful cocktail that looked delicious. I took the glass and gestured out of the corner of my eye to his kneeling girlfriend. He looked knowing. "Oh, that's my slave." I gaped in disbelief. In the year 2000, were there still slaves? As if to prove it to me, he pulled my hand and led me to his seat. I followed him obediently,
as if bewitched. As we got closer, I almost screamed, but thankfully my nerves held back. Now I knew why she hadn't even looked back. The beautiful woman kneeling on the carpet was tightly bound. Her mouth was stretched open by a large gold ring, with thick black leather straps, about the thickness of a thumb, attached to either side of the ring, looping around the corners of her mouth and fastening behind her head, making her mouth so wide she couldn't close it at all; I could see her tongue moving inside. Around her neck was a thick collar—the kind I'd only ever seen on dogs, never on a person. The thick collar pressed against her chin, preventing her from lowering her head. Large gold earrings adorned her ears, locked together with the smaller rings on either side of the collar, completely immobilizing her head. I looked at her with pity, but she didn't seem to be in any pain. Upon closer inspection, I noticed she had paraffin earplugs in each ear, completely sealing them. I waved my hand in front of her eyes, but she didn't react. A male voice sounded in my ear: "She's wearing opaque contact lenses; she can't see you at all." I couldn't suppress my curiosity and continued observing her. Her hands were behind her back, encased in a strange, long leather glove, effectively merging her two arms into one. The glove had numerous clasps running from her fingers to her upper arms, allowing it to be tightened or loosened. Now, her arms were firmly bound inside, as if tightly tied behind her back. Two thick leather straps at the top of each glove secured the long gloves to her shoulders, rendering her hands completely useless. Looking closer, I noticed she was wearing a low-cut evening gown, exposing most of her breasts. A glittering gold ring was visible on each nipple, connected by a gold chain and hanging outside the gown—anyone could easily pull it, as the woman was utterly powerless to resist. Leather shackles were also worn on her knees and ankles, and her 7-centimeter heels made me question whether she could walk normally. Seeing all this made me feel hot all over. The scene was so obscene, yet why did I feel a strange excitement? I helped the woman up; she stood up helplessly, looking completely lost, which only made me feel more sorry for her.
I glared at the man beside me, "Why aren't you untying her, you monster!" He still had that indifferent look on his face, "Miss, shouldn't you ask her opinion first?" I dug the earplug out of her ear and asked her, "Shall I take it out for you?" She hesitated for a moment. I thought she couldn't move her head, so I told her to shake her shoulder if she agreed, and not to move if she disagreed. After waiting for a long time, she didn't move at all. Helpless, I had to put the earplug back in her ear. I looked at this handsome man and shouted, "Why are you treating a woman like this? You think you can treat her however you want just because you have money? You're too wicked. I won't fall for your tricks. Get out of here, get out!" He smiled at me, "Miss, what kind of logic is it to tell me to get out from my seat?"
I was speechless for a moment and could only walk away angrily. Sitting in my seat, watching him, I saw he had already helped the woman to her seat and was feeding her water, still without removing the gold ring from her mouth, just feeding her like that. The more I watched, the angrier I became. I called the waiter over and secretly asked him who the man was. After receiving my ten-dollar tip, the waiter secretly told me. It turned out his name was David, the younger brother of the Turkish Sultan, who had studied in the US since childhood and never cared about what others thought. Plus, he was incredibly wealthy, so many women were devoted to him. Hearing this, I thought, "I'm here on vacation, and this man's identity is so special; I shouldn't get myself into trouble. I'd better get out of here!" I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye; he was looking at me too, which startled me. His gaze was peculiar; I knew he was interested in me. I should go back home.
Back at the hotel, I took a shower, tidied up, and because I was so tired, I quickly fell asleep, quickly forgetting about the whole thing. The next day, I took a taxi to the airport, only to discover I was being followed. I told the driver, and this reckless guy drove incredibly fast. The only thing I remember is the car crashing into the roadside guardrail, and that's how I woke up.
I recalled everything; it was all that jerk's fault, causing me to end up like this, lying immobile in a hospital bed in a foreign land. Someone came—was it a nurse? I had so many questions, but I couldn't utter a single one. Was it because of the oxygen mask? I felt my jaw was firmly fixed in place, my eyes were completely bandaged, and I couldn't see anything. My whole body ached, wrapped in bandages, and I couldn't move at all. Oh God, am I blind? I shifted my body anxiously. "She's awake," I heard someone whisper beside me. That voice sounded so familiar. Oh God, it was that jerk's voice. Someone was holding my hand. I wasn't used to someone being so intimate with me, and I weakly tried to pull away. But the man gripped my hand tightly and whispered in my ear, "Don't move. You're badly injured. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have followed you. I'll make it up to you. My name is David, and I won't hurt you." My God, he'd hurt me like this, and he still wouldn't hurt me? I was devastated!
In the days that followed, I gradually learned the extent of my injuries. Thank God, I wasn't blind, lame, or disfigured. Once I recovered, I was determined to settle the score with him! However, since I had no family, I relied entirely on David. He dismissed all the nurses and insisted on caring for me alone. The worst part was that I also had to rely on him for toileting; I was powerless to resist. I grew increasingly accustomed to his daily comings and goings, comforting and cleaning me. Because of the intense pain, I often threw tantrums for no reason, but he never said a word. When I temporarily lost my sight, he led me in rehabilitation exercises. Three months passed quickly, and I was almost fully recovered, except for my eyesight. I insisted on returning home. David couldn't persuade me otherwise and finally agreed, but he insisted on booking my plane ticket and accompanying me. On the plane, I spoke my mind, "David, if you didn't have those sadistic tendencies, I actually quite like you." He didn't reply. Suddenly, I realized that there seemed to be no one else on the plane besides the two of us. I became alert and shouted, "Where are you taking me?" He still didn't answer. I panicked and stood up to run, feeling utterly helpless with no direction or anything in sight. He grabbed me and suddenly kissed me. I struggled a few times, but finally collapsed weakly into his arms. Holding me tightly, he whispered in my ear, "Actually, I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you. Your dance was so wild, so unrestrained, and there was a loneliness in your eyes. I've been watching you, but I deliberately didn't let you know. You were injured because of me, and seeing you lying there, I hated myself. You looked so pale, so pitiful, not at all like the strong person you pretended to be. I've already ordered our intelligence agency to investigate; you have no relatives in China anymore. Stay, stay with me, I really care about you." At that moment, I felt dizzy and my ears were ringing. He said he loved me. Oh my god. I still couldn't be sure of my feelings. Did I really care about him that much, willing to abandon my homeland and come to a completely unfamiliar place for him? I suddenly recalled the scene in the disco. No, never! I couldn't become that woman's slave. My pride and self-respect couldn't accept what I had witnessed. Although I had some inexplicable impulses at the time, I would rather die than become like that. I shook my head frantically, "I don't love you! I will never be with you! Where are you taking me? Let me go! I want to go back home!"
At that moment, I completely lost my mind, running around wildly, and suddenly crashed into something hard, then lost consciousness. I don't know how much time passed. Oh God, my head hurt so much. I could feel someone holding me tightly. I smelled a familiar scent—it was David. I instinctively tried to break free, but to my horror, I found myself trapped in that immobile state again. What was happening to me? Blind, I was terrified and utterly helpless. David kissed my forehead, "To prevent you from hurting yourself anymore, I had to do this to you. Please forgive me." I immediately calmed down, and then felt myself being tightly bound. I opened my mouth to yell at him, but as if guessing my intention, he quickly shoved a large, slightly elastic, rubbery-smelling object into my mouth. My anger instantly turned into nasal "mmm" sounds. Besides being unable to move my entire body, my mouth had also lost its function, compounded by my blindness. God, I had never felt so helpless. From childhood, I had lived alone, accustomed to independence and self-reliance, never allowing myself to be in such a passive situation. I struggled desperately, trying to spit out what was in my mouth. David noticed my attempt and snapped his fingers. I heard someone approaching. Was there someone else? Would he help me? I struggled even harder, the object in my mouth becoming loose from being pushed aside by my tongue. But just then, "Help her," David said. The person came forward, and I calmed down slightly. The person's fingers lightly touched my chin; I felt him straighten my hair and then put on a wig. Suddenly, sticky bandages began to wrap around my head, starting from my mouth and wrapping around my head seven or eight times, then from my chin to the top of my head, wrapping around it seven or eight times. Then two earplugs were inserted into my ears. Seven or eight more bandages were wrapped around my head from my eyes towards the back of my head. My head instantly resembled that of an injured person, I guessed. But the most direct consequence of this was that the things in my mouth were firmly fixed in place by the bandages, and I could no longer push them out with my tongue. My jaw was also completely immobile. The earplugs in my ears were also firmly fixed in by the bandages. Except for breathing through my nose, I had lost all hearing, vision, and the ability to speak. I thought dejectedly, how could this have happened? I hated David to the core. If I could move either my hand or foot, I would definitely beat him up, regardless of whether he was the Sultan's brother or not.
But at that moment, he was still holding me tightly. I could feel his body temperature and his scent. Although I hated him to death, there was still a hint of sweetness in my heart. The plane seemed to land. David wrapped me from head to toe in something like a cloak and carried me in his arms. After getting off the plane, I had no idea where I was, or if the people at the airport would see me in this disheveled state. I tried to struggle, but his strong arms prevented any possibility of escape.
It felt like getting into a car; the jolts were very slight, almost imperceptible. Several hours later, the earplugs were removed from my ears. David whispered in my ear, "We're home! The cheers were all for you!" I snorted angrily, but there was nothing I could do. I could only think of another way to escape later.
I was carried out of the car, the cheers still ringing in my ears. David carried me into the room, placed me on a soft bed, and sternly ordered the maid to wash me, dress me, and then bring me to see him. I could feel the damned sticky bandage on my head being removed, all the bindings being taken off, and all my clothes being stripped away. Like a newborn baby, I stood in the center of the room. I could hear the exclamations of the maids around me, "So beautiful! Master has such good taste!" Then they hurriedly put me in a fragrant bath, washing my hair and massaging me. I counted; it seemed like eight people were serving me. Escaping from them was practically impossible since I couldn't see. I simply lay there, comfortably enjoying myself, and surprisingly, I even fell asleep.
I woke up to complete silence. I found myself suspended in mid-air, my legs spread apart and fixed to the ground in a starfish position. I was completely naked and unable to move. I was terrified and tried to scream, but my mouth was tightly sealed with tape, preventing any sound. A woman's voice came from beside me, "Help her get an piercing." Before I even realized what was happening, a piercing pain shot through my left nipple. A scream escaped my gagged mouth, but all I heard was a soft "mmmm." Then came my right nipple. I was drenched in sweat from the pain. Cold metal pierced my nipple, pressing against the sensitive skin. "Weld it," came the same female voice. The cold metal instantly became scalding hot, and that's when I realized what they were doing to me. Nipple rings! I cried out in agony. Once welded on, they would never be removed. I was now like an animal, wearing nipple rings. But no one showed me any pity. Next, my poor labia were also pierced and welded with metal rings. A burning pain spread throughout my body. And my lower body, uncooperatively, was flowing with fluid. Just before I lost consciousness, I heard David's anxious voice, "Stop!"
I slowly woke up, lying on the soft bed. David's anxious voice reached my ears, "I'm sorry, they thought you were a new slave, so they did what they always do, piercing your nipples and labia. I'm so sorry." I burst into tears, partly from the pain, partly from the humiliation. I grabbed everything around me and threw it towards the direction of David's voice. Then I was forcibly pinned down by a group of people. The cold voice of the woman who pierced my nipples rang out again: "Master, if you keep such an uncouth woman with you, the Sultan will blame me." David's dejected voice said, "Madam Mary, I must keep her. You must help me." Mary's voice rang out again: "Then you must give her to me for a week." "No, I don't belong to anyone. You can't treat me like this." My voice was muffled by a large ball of cotton, almost suffocating me. I choked and bent over, coughing violently. David said anxiously, "Be gentle." The cotton ball was removed, and I yelled at David, "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this situation! And you're still crying crocodile tears!" Mary's vicious voice rang out again, "Shut her up!" My mouth was stretched open to its maximum by a leather ring, then locked tightly behind my head. I heard a "click," which meant I couldn't possibly remove it myself. I tried to close my mouth, but there was definitely a metal ring inside the leather ring; my mouth was stretched wide open and I couldn't close it at all. After a while, saliva started dripping involuntarily. I was both ashamed and angry, but helpless. Then another rubber ball was inserted into the ring, stopping the saliva from flowing and preventing me from making any sound. If I could see David, I believe my venomous gaze could kill him. But now I couldn't see anything, and I couldn't say anything. David's voice rang out: "Mrs. Mary, please, you mustn't hurt her. I care about her deeply. You can help me train her, but you absolutely mustn't hurt her again. The doctor will treat her eyes every day!" Mary obediently agreed.
As I listened to David's footsteps slowly receding, I trembled uncontrollably. I had fallen into the hands of a terrifying woman. What would she do to me? What exactly was this so-called training? Mary's voice: "Don't think you can act like a princess just because your master dotes on you. Someone, serve me well." My fingers were wrapped in layers of elastic tape, my arms were pulled behind my back, and I was forced to lie face down. Then, thumbs were bound together, and the other eight fingers were treated the same way. Soon, my palms were also bound together with tape. My fingers couldn't bend at all. My wrists were tied together with rope, then my elbows. The person doing this used a lot of force; my elbows were almost pressed together. I was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on my nose, and I no longer had the strength to struggle. I just lay on the bed, panting. They didn't let me go. A heavy collar was placed around my neck, pressing against my chin, forcing my head high. To prevent my head from swaying, my earrings were replaced with hoop-shaped ones connected to the collar, making it impossible for my head to move.
Next were my breasts. First, cotton rope was tied several times above my breasts, then below, and finally several times between them. With a sharp pull, my breasts were squeezed out, forming a horizontal figure eight, making it difficult to breathe. The ropes at my elbows were tied together with the ropes binding my breasts. Then a tight vest was put around my waist. To make it more comfortable, I tried to inhale deeply, but the more I inhaled, the tighter the vest became, until I could barely breathe, at which point it was finally fastened behind my back. I felt dizzy, my breathing became extremely difficult, and I had no time to care about anything else. The ropes around my wrists were tied to the buckles at the back of the vest. My upper body became solid; I couldn't even move a finger. I felt miserable and sorry for myself. Then, several fingers, dipped in a cold ointment, rubbed it against my genitals. I groaned; no one had ever touched me there before. One finger even tried to insert itself. I clenched my muscles, resisting in vain. Suddenly, a cold rubber object slowly burrowed into my vagina. I twisted my hips futilely, but it did nothing to slow its penetration. I felt as if my vagina was about to split open, and tears welled up in my eyes. Finally, it stopped. They then put a chastity belt on me, tightening it tightly, making it impossible for the object inside to slip out. I groaned in pain. Next, they shackled my knees and ankles, leaving only a step's width of chains.
Then they helped me up and ordered me to walk forward. My hands were completely useless for maintaining my balance, and the shackles on my feet and knees further restricted my movement, not to mention the damned thing inside me. I staggered along, not knowing where they were taking me; I felt like I was in hell. I hadn't walked far, down a dozen or so steps. The steps were too difficult for me; I almost fell several times. Finally, I reached level ground. They made me kneel, and I couldn't resist, so I knelt down; there seemed to be a carpet under my knees. I could feel them busy at work. First, they tied my forehead with a thick leather strap to a vertical wooden pole behind my back, securing my collar to it as well. Then they untied the shackles on my knees and ankles, propped my knees open with a wooden stick, and tied them firmly to the same pole. My feet were fixed to iron rings on the ground. I knelt there, legs spread apart, unable to move. Chains dangled from the rings around my nipples and labia. I could feel the weight of the chains; my poor nipples and labia were in unbearable pain. Mary's voice rang out, "You'll reflect on your actions here tonight; you'll have a physical exam tomorrow.
" I actually fell asleep amidst the pain and inexplicable pleasure. The next day, the doctor who treated my eyes came, examined me, and announced that my sight might be restored within the next few days. I was overjoyed and started planning my escape. But I couldn't escape my current state of complete immobility. It seemed I'd have to pretend to be compliant for the next few days.
After being released from the wooden pole, I was allowed to use the toilet and take a bath. Again, eight people served me, my body completely naked. The chains on my nipples and labia rings were removed, as were my vaginal plugs. Soaking in the jacuzzi, I was finally able to relax a bit. After drying off, I was tightly bound again. Pure cotton rope bound me from head to toe, forcing me to sit upright, completely unable to bend or move an inch. My mouth and ears were also tightly sealed. First, cotton cloth was stuffed into my mouth, almost up to my throat, then layer upon layer of wrapping, preventing me from making a sound or hearing a thing. A large robe was draped over me, and a headscarf was put on. I guessed they were going to take me out, and recalling Mary's words about the medical examination yesterday, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. What were they going to do to me? Recalling David's tenderness towards me in the hospital, a sweet feeling welled up in my heart, but then, thinking of his cruelty, I hated him even more.
Suddenly, I was placed in a wheelchair, secured to the chair with seatbelts and similar devices. I decided to doze off, conserving my energy for my escape. When I woke up, I suddenly realized I had regained my sight! I could see things again—how wonderful! But I decided to pretend I still couldn't see.
We arrived at a large hospital, bustling with people.
The hospital was lush with greenery, and streams flowed gently. "Does Turkey even have such modern hospitals?" I wondered curiously. Our group didn't go to the main building, but headed straight for a separate small building at the back. The small building was very clean, decorated with a strong Turkish style. Even the nurses weren't wearing their usual white coats, but long robes that partially covered their faces. I was led to a kind-looking old doctor. Mary whispered something in his ear for a while, and I saw him smile knowingly. My heart sank; it seemed they were definitely in cahoots. Sure enough, soon I arrived at an examination room. Unlike the other examination rooms, this one was filled with all sorts of SM equipment. Although I don't like sadomasochism, I do know a little about SM, and my heart jumped when I saw these tools.
The layers of clothing binding me were removed, and I was still being served by eight women—eight very strong Turkish women. The robes I wore didn't hinder their movements at all. They hadn't expected me to regain my sight so quickly, and they didn't even think about avoiding my gaze; they were just busy working on me nervously. All the bonds on me were removed, and I tried to struggle, but how could I possibly escape with sixteen hands? I sighed inwardly, deciding to let them be and try to escape once they relaxed their guard.
I was lifted onto a leather examination table, face up, completely naked. My self-esteem had long been trampled upon; how could I, in the past, have allowed anyone to treat me like this? My hands and feet were bound tightly to the side of the bed with wide leather straps, stretched out in a spread-eagle position, so taut I felt completely paralyzed. My nipples were covered with two round pieces of tape, the nipple rings concealed. My genitals had been shaved, moisturized, and then taped shut with large pieces of tape, the labia rings also covered. The cotton in my mouth was removed, I was made to drink some water, and then dental forceps were used to open and fix it in place. Looking up, the lamp, shaped like an eight-legged octopus, stirred my imagination. I was surprised to find that I wasn't as resentful as before; instead, I was anticipating something. Was David thinking of me? How should I treat him when I see him again in a week? Was he truly sincere towards me? Why did he put me in such a helpless situation, humiliating me and trampling on my self-esteem? Thinking of this, I hated him and decided to never speak to him again, no matter how sweet his words.
The doctor arrived, starting with my head: hair, nose, teeth, throat, breasts, abdomen. Good heavens, I felt like an animal! But I was powerless to resist. I had to accept my fate; who told me to mess with that devil David? At least for now, I had no control over my own life. An octopus-shaped lamp shone on every part of my body; I was exposed. In this monarchical country, the Sultan's brother enjoyed all privileges. It seemed the examination was finished. Mary's ugly face appeared before me; she was observing me. I couldn't let her realize I had regained my sight, otherwise I would have no chance to escape. Mary was grinning maliciously; what mischief was she plotting now? Mary spoke: "Beautiful lady, you've finally learned your lesson! Hmph, you won't get away with anything under my thumb. You'd better behave yourself. Don't you think you're beautiful? In a little while, you'll be about as 'beautiful' as me, hahaha!" Hearing her laughter, a wave of fear washed over me. Was she going to disfigure me? No, no, no! I don't want David to see me ugly! I sobbed silently, struggling futilely.
The doctor came again, holding some strange things. A cotton swab was placed over my mouth and nose, instantly extinguishing my struggles, though my mind remained clear. The restraints on my hands and feet were removed, even the jaw clamps were taken off. Since arriving in Turkey, I hadn't been so "free," yet I still couldn't move even my little finger. A wet, cool thing was placed over my face, the nostrils hollowed out, and a pair of hands slapped my face. Then there was silence for a long time. After a while, the thing hardened, fitting perfectly to every part of my face. It was definitely plaster; as someone who works in painting and sculpting, I knew that. After being carefully removed, my upper body was treated the same way, and samples were taken from both the front and back of my body. Then my body was coated with oil and massaged endlessly. After what seemed like an eternity, I slowly began to regain some sensation, but I still pretended not to move. Mary came again, that hateful woman. She saw through my act immediately, ordering me to be grabbed by the hands and feet, and made to stand upright. Then she put a flesh-colored garment, seemingly made of rubber, on my body, very tightly. Starting from my head, she slowly rolled it down, bit by bit, down my neck, chest, and down to my toes. Rubber gloves were also put on my hands. My entire body was covered in rubber, very close to my skin, like another layer of skin, only this one was dark brown. My long hair was braided into a tight ponytail, protruding from a hole on the top of my head. It took a very long time to put this thing on. After we were dressed, even they were panting heavily, and my skin color made me look like a different person. My movements were also restricted; my hands were cuffed behind my back, and my elbows were also handcuffed together. The handcuffs were suspended from the ceiling of the examination room by an iron chain, and my knees and ankles were also tightly cuffed together. I could only bend over and keep my head down, relying on the iron chain for balance. They seemed to be waiting for something, and I could only wait.
Suddenly, there was a commotion. I instinctively looked up, and Mary appeared in front of me. She saw my eyes, which already showed expression, and knew that I was pretending to be blind. She was furious. She ordered her men to seal my eyes tightly, not allowing any light to pass through. Two thin pieces of cotton cloth were placed over my eyes, followed by two opaque plastic sheets, and then the edges were sealed with glue. Poor me, I was back in the world of darkness, completely at their mercy.

The shackles were unlocked, and eight people stood me upright with their arms and legs spread apart. I no longer wanted to resist, because without sight, I had nowhere to escape.
I stood on the ground, the rubber bodysuit clinging to my skin giving me a strange warmth. What they intended to do to me no longer mattered; it was simply to humiliate, torture, and subdue me. Before I could ascertain David's feelings for me, I refused to make any effort. In this situation, I was no longer myself, but merely a Turkish prisoner of war and captive. As long as my spirit and will remained unbroken, they could do nothing to me. I resolved never to surrender, never to shed a tear, no matter how I was treated.
I couldn't see a ray of light. Eight women gripped my hands, feet, and hair tightly, my movements restricted to the extreme by the almost inelastic bodysuit. The restless crowd quieted down. I wondered, had David arrived? I was wrong, as Mary's unpleasant voice rang out, "Beautiful woman, where has your snow-white skin gone? Where have your big, watery eyes gone? Your lithe figure will soon disappear too, hahaha." With her words, I felt a shell being fitted over my body, a hard shell, first in front, then behind, two pieces fitting snugly against my upper body and buttocks. My thighs were forcibly spread apart, and this thing was inserted. The clicking of padlocks echoed, dozens of times. Then my face was covered, with a mask pressed tightly against it, leaving only small holes for my nostrils. My chin was stuffed into the mask, and then the mask at the back of my head followed, again with the clicking of padlocks. I could no longer speak. Mary's triumphant voice rang out, "You can release her now, she can't escape." "You look beautiful now, you must be eager to see it yourself, let me describe it to you. You have a dark brown hard plastic mask on your face, matching the color and material of your body. Dozens of gold padlocks hang on both sides of your body, locking this mask and this body to you. Only I have the key, you'd better behave, or you won't see David again in a week." She shouted, "Guards, take her back to the manor!" My hands were shackled with three-inch-wide steel shackles and locked behind my back, and my feet were also hammered into steel chains, the connecting chains allowing me only half a step. I tried to lift my foot, the padlocks clanging against the plastic body with a crisp sound, and I gave myself a bitter smile. But tragically, my upper body couldn't move at all, my hands were locked behind my back, and my feet were spread wide apart by the body, I couldn't maintain my balance at all. I almost fell after taking just one step, but thankfully a maid caught me. They practically dragged me onto a wheelchair, secured me with bandages, and covered my head with a thick headscarf.
Once in the car, I tried to orient myself, but to no avail. The car zigzagged and drove for a long time, and I drifted off to sleep amidst the bumps. I don't know how much time passed, but I slowly awoke to find myself in a black and gold interior, mysterious and luxurious yet understated. For a moment, I was disoriented, but then I realized I could see again. My dreadful helmet was gone, and my rubber suit was no more. For a moment, I thought it was all just a dream. I was dressed in soft silk, lying on a Louis XIV-style bed. The floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a garden bursting with spring colors—flowers everywhere, the air pleasant. I longed to go outside and experience the spring sunshine, but I found my limbs were still immobilized, bound to the bed in a spread-eagle position by soft ribbons. My stomach felt incredibly hungry; I wanted to scream. I couldn't speak; a ribbon was tightly bound to my lips, effective but not overtly so. As if guessing my thoughts, a fragrant aroma wafted into my nose, and my stomach rumbled inconsolably. Just then, a Turkish maid entered, her attire completely different from any woman I'd seen before. She was entirely naked, her only adornment being the metal rings adorning her body. I had never seen anyone with so many rings: a nose ring, a lip ring, earrings, nipple rings (with small bells), a navel ring, a labia ring, and a clitoral ring. Her feet were bare, with ten gold rings welded together on each of her ten toes, connected by thin chains. She clasped her hands in a gesture of respect, her hands also bearing ten gold rings, the other four welded together except for her thumb. I blinked in return. She spoke, her English impeccable, "Would you like something to eat?" I nodded eagerly, but suddenly noticed a ring on her tongue as well. She then slowly and gracefully walked away. I looked down at my body, remembering the nipple rings and labia rings I wore, and my heart sank. What were they up to now?
A short while later, the maid returned, carrying a tray with a fragrant aroma wafting from it. I struggled frantically against the silk ribbons binding my hands and feet, unable to make a sound, only able to whimper through my nose. Even without me speaking, my stomach was already rumbling loudly. My face flushed with embarrassment, but the maid remained unmoved, calmly setting down the tray. She scrutinized me, noticing my urgency, and then said, "Chinese woman, you must know your manners. I'll untie your mouth, but you are not allowed to say a word, not a question, otherwise I won't feed you." Her tone was calm, but I could tell she was serious. Good heavens, what have I become? I have to be fed! But my stomach wouldn't cooperate, so I nodded helplessly. As I was being fed, I couldn't help but recall David's attentiveness and concern when I was in the car accident, and tears streamed down my face. This hateful man, what does he want from me to satisfy him?
After finishing my meal and rinsing my mouth, Mary's hateful old face suddenly reappeared in the room. I gasped, thinking I had escaped her clutches. She looked at me coldly, "Who taught her to be so ill-mannered?" The maid trembled with fear. "Guards!" Four burly Turkish maids rushed in. I thought they were going to deal with me again, but instead, they pounced on the maid. I cried out, "She forbade me to speak! I didn't listen! I can't—" Before I could finish, my mouth was tightly sealed again. First, a long ribbon wrapped around my mouth and the back of my head, about ten times, then duct tape was used to seal it, and then another ribbon was used to cover it, the same color as my pajamas. I didn't know what this meant; why the insistence on aesthetics? Would anyone come to see me? Mary chuckled coldly, "Hmph, pleading for her, trying to win people over? Let's see who dares to help you! Begin the sculpting!"
The handmaid had already collapsed in fear. I was still confused when the four of them started working. First, they strung chains of various sizes and thicknesses, the kind that glittered with gold. Starting with the handmaid's earrings, they threaded her nose ring, lip ring, and even her tongue, which was pulled out and strung together. Next came the rings on her collar, nipple rings, navel rings, finger rings, labia rings, clitoral rings, and anklets. When they reached the nipple rings, they put a bra on her breasts, also made of glittering fine metal, shaped like two cones, fixed to the nipple rings with screws. They also put something on her lower body that was the same material and shape as the one on her breasts, except that it had two rubber-like cylinders, one large and one small, fixed to it, inserted into her body, with two wires dangling from them. The handmaid could no longer move or speak, only looking at Mary pleadingly with tears and saliva streaming down her face. Mary remained unmoved, continuing to watch coldly. I was completely dumbfounded. They wheeled in a strangely shaped iron frame from the outer room and secured the handmaid to it, pulling her hands and feet to the maximum extent allowed by the chains and securing them with leather straps. Next came her head and other parts of her body, until the final result was that the handmaid couldn't move a single finger, only her eyeballs moved. They then put contact lenses on her; we could see her eyeballs, but she couldn't see us at all. I heard a faint "buzzing" sound, and I saw the handmaid's muscles tense up, twisting and turning desperately, but she couldn't move an inch. I stared at the handmaid on the iron frame, dumbfounded, but she was being treated so harshly because of me. I struggled frantically. Mary's attention turned to me, and she sneered, "Don't rush, you're next, hmph." The soft silk against my skin made me feel like I was dreaming, but Mary's laughter brought me back to reality. Suddenly the laughter stopped, and everything froze. I looked around, puzzled. A beautifully dressed woman slowly walked in through the doorway. Everyone knelt down, "Greetings, Your Highness." "Rise, all of you, leave."
She was breathtakingly beautiful, and her status must have been extremely high—presumably the Sultan's Queen, since Mary hadn't dared to utter a sound before retreating. She sized me up, muttering to herself, "David's taste is indeed good, but she hasn't been properly trained! Guards!" Two guards entered. They untied my hands and feet, but then tightly bound me behind my back with silk ribbons. I looked at her, confused. She ignored me and walked out first, saying to Mary, "I've taken her away. Train her properly and then return her to David. Tell him to behave, or he'll never see his beauty again!" Sitting in the magnificent carriage, I stared at her, wondering what she was going to do to me.
As the terrain rose, a white building appeared before us. The carriage traveled along an ancient tree-lined avenue for a full hour. I secretly wondered how wealthy the owner of this manor must be. I was led into a large room and found myself in an SM world. Everywhere were belts, chains, wooden or iron frames, and rough wooden tables. Thinking of my bleak future, I struggled with all my might. The princess smiled, waved her hand, and then sat down on a comfortable sofa to watch. In the blink of an eye, my feet were shackled, connected by nearly eight-inch iron bars. I was forced to spread my legs wide, and because they were bound behind my back, it was difficult to maintain my balance. They untied my arms, replacing them with iron rings suspended from the ceiling. I barely managed to keep my balance, watching in horror as they dressed me in high boots that reached my thighs. The heels were a good six inches high, and I felt like I was dancing ballet, supporting myself on my toes. The iron rings on the boots were tightened with screws, and there seemed to be steel bones inside the boots; my knees couldn't bend. At this moment, all the male guards retreated, and six strong women entered. They stripped me naked, and under the princess's gaze, I felt utterly ashamed. They wrapped a leather corset around my waist, likely with elastic steel frames inside, extending all the way to support my breasts. Three of them pulled in opposite directions. My waist was 18 centimeters, which was considered slender for my height of 168 cm, but they seemed dissatisfied with my waistline, stopping only when it reached 15 centimeters. Because my mouth was gagged and I couldn't breathe, I passed out. When I slowly awoke, I felt as if I had been split in two. Looking down, I saw a slender waist and prominent breasts—my figure was unbelievably perfect, but breathing had become a luxury; I could only breathe slowly. They were busy doing something behind me, tightening a gilded iron ring around my waist and securing it with a gold lock. A metal rod seemed to be fixed to the ring, extending upwards to the back of my head. Then, they lowered my arms and tied them tightly behind my back with leather belts. They also put leather gloves on my hands, forcing me to clench my fists; my fingers couldn't straighten. They tied them three times, starting from my wrists. Each strap secured me to an iron bar behind my back, making my arms and upper body a single unit. They pulled two iron supports from the iron bar behind my neck, holding my chin in place with screws, so my head could only point straight upwards, completely immobile. The silk gag was replaced with a dental mouth opener, which widened my mouth.
Then a person in a white coat entered, carrying a tray with what looked like surgical instruments. I struggled in vain; except for my eyes and tongue, I couldn't move an inch. He took out a small syringe and injected me in the cheek. A moment later, my entire mouth felt numb. Next, a pair of needle-nose pliers pulled out my numb tongue. Watching all this, I was terrified and almost wanted to scream, but all I could think about was that despicable David; he was the one who had put me in this horrific situation. A man who looked like a doctor showed me a very small, exquisite diamond flower. Before I knew it, he took out a punch and quickly punched a hole in my tongue. Although I was still numb, I guessed that he was putting a diamond flower on my tongue. I tried to pull my tongue back in panic, but to no avail. It wasn't over yet. He took out small gold rings with clips on both sides and carefully slipped them onto the base of my tongue with surgical forceps, inside the tongue stud near the base, clamping and adjusting the position. He put my numb tongue back into my mouth, then put down the mouth opener and had me put on a large gold ring, forcefully fastening the connecting strap behind my head. The numbness subsided, and a sharp pain shot through my tongue. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, and I couldn't move my tongue.
Next was my eyes. I guessed, and sure enough, they didn't want me to lose my sight completely, at least not yet. I was fitted with semi-transparent contact lenses, and everything became blurry. My hair was combed high and tied into a bun. It looked like it was finished. A light cloak was draped over me, and I stood on a small flower cart and entered the garden.

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