SM bondage training for female spies

Winter comes late in the South; it was already late November, and people were still wearing short sleeves at midday. A few days ago, the school held its sports meet, and I won the women's heptathlon championship with a record-breaking performance. That day, I was in class when my department counselor called me to the dean's office, saying the dean wanted to see me. The dean wanted to see me? I was a little surprised. I was just an ordinary student; what did the dean want with me? Full of questions, I went over. I knocked on the dean's door and saw the school leader talking to two people I didn't recognize. Just as I was about to leave, the leader stopped me and said, "You must be Lin Jie! These two are from the National Security Bureau; they need to see you." After saying that, the dean left the office.

I was a little surprised. The National Security Bureau! Isn't that a counter-espionage agency? What did they want with me? I carefully examined the two men. The man was about forty years old, about 175 centimeters tall, and had an ordinary appearance. The woman was around thirty years old, tall and slender, about 165 centimeters, with a beautiful face. She wore light makeup, a well-fitting white suit, flesh-colored shimmering stockings, and white high heels. She was sexy yet dignified. (Later I learned they were a couple.) At that moment, the woman beckoned me over, and I sat down. The man took out his identification and said to me, "We are from the National Security Bureau. These are our identifications. We need to speak with you."

"What is it?" I asked.

The man stood up, took out a device from his bag, gestured around the room a few times, and then nodded to the woman. He said, "Nothing."

The woman then spoke: "We are from the National Security Bureau. My surname is Yi, my name is Ni Chang, and this is Lao Han. We have seen your file. You are an orphan, raised by the state, and sent to university. Is that right?" "We hope you will carefully consider what we are discussing with you today. Whether you agree or not is entirely up to you. But you must keep it absolutely secret. Can you do that?"

I nodded. She continued, "Here's the thing, the National Security Bureau is planning to recruit a group of female agents to handle special situations, and we think you fit the bill perfectly: First, you have a considerable level of foreign language proficiency; second, you have the skills of an athlete; third, you have a simple social background; fourth, you have outstanding looks." (Yes, I'm very confident in my figure and appearance. I'm 168cm tall, weigh 50kg, and my measurements are 90-60-90, with a D-cup bra. You could say I'm perfectly proportioned. Everyone says I look like Song Zuying. Once, several people even surrounded me on the street, asking for my autograph, thinking I was a celebrity.) "Think it over carefully, and call this number when you've made up your mind. No matter what your decision is, don't reveal what we talked about today." After saying that, she gave me a phone number. That was the end of the meeting.

That night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. The next morning, I called that number and said I agreed. Things were much simpler after that. First, I moved out of the school dormitory and into a place specially prepared for us. (It was a basement in a residential building, accessible only by one elevator. Emerging from the elevator, the first thing you saw was a training hall of over 400 square meters, with mirrors on all four walls. Next to the elevator were the equipment room and the coaches' lounge; opposite was the medical room and Sister Yi's (we called Yi Ni Chang) office. On either side were two corridors leading to our dormitories, bathrooms, and two storage rooms, along with various electronic instruments and exercise equipment; there were also coaches and doctors.) Soon, Ye Mei and Zhang Huihong (also slender and sexy, with beautiful faces) moved in as well.

The initial training focused on physical fitness and flexibility. After the doctor examined us with instruments, he gave us a pill, telling us it could exponentially improve our physical fitness and flexibility. We also did some combat training. Three months passed in a flash. My physical fitness and flexibility were already good, but now they were even better. My body had become so flexible that I could perform contortion. During this time, Sister Yi wasn't often there.

One morning in late February, around eight o'clock, Sister Zhong and Lao Han arrived. Sister Zhong was still wearing light makeup, a short white wool dress that only reached her upper thighs, with shimmering flesh-colored stockings and white high-heeled shoes. She was dressed very sexily.

She called the three of us to the infirmary and said, "After this period of training, you have a solid foundation. It's time to enter the formal special training phase. Now it's time to tell you the purpose and some methods of the special training and let you choose."

“Your training is primarily to deal with a foreign terrorist group, one specifically targeting our country. The leader is an extremely fanatical Taiwanese independence activist named Akira Teng-hui, whose father is Japanese and mother Taiwanese. He was born in Taiwan but grew up in Japan. His father is a Japanese far-right extremist who has been advocating for Taiwan's independence by any means necessary. Based on our intelligence analysis, he is planning a terrorist attack against our country in Japan, possibly around National Day. It's February now, and we'll spend three months training before going to Japan. We aim to infiltrate them before July, obtain their operational plans, and eliminate him. However, he's very vigilant. Our agents have tried to approach him several times before, but all attempts failed, and several comrades were lost. So we're going to try a special method—using the three of you, and of course, me.” At this point, Sister Yi's face suddenly flushed. She said to us, “Wait a moment, Lao Han and I will prepare first.” Then she and Lao Wang went into the equipment room across the street.

The three of us felt a little strange; wasn't this supposed to be a mission briefing? What was she preparing? It took a while for Sister Yi to return alone. She was still wearing the same clothes, but something seemed off about her. Her face was even redder, and the sleeves of her dress were hanging loosely; were her hands tucked inside? Had she been gone all that time just to prepare? Sister Yi noticed our confusion. "Want to know what I've prepared, don't you? Don't rush, Huihong, close the door first," Sister Yi said.

"I'm going to tell you about the training methods now. My preparation is to be a model. Xiaomei, come here, help me take off my dress."
Ye Mei walked behind Sister Yi, pulled down the zipper of her dress, and suddenly gasped in surprise, stopping her movements.

"Don't just stand there, take it off!" Sister Yi ordered. Ye Mei pulled the dress off Sister Yi's shoulders, and it slid down to Sister Yi's feet.

"Ah!" Huihong and I also gasped in surprise. It turned out that Sister Yi's hands were tightly bound behind her back with hemp rope. I had never seen this kind of binding before. (I had only ever seen people bound hand and foot in movies and TV shows. This was the first time I had ever seen a real person bound in real life, and in such a unique way.) I saw that Sister Yi's upper body was wrapped with a long hemp rope. The rope was double-stranded and went down around her neck, with five knots in front (the top knot was at her collarbone, and the bottom knot was vaguely visible, embedded in her pantyhose). Then it went around her crotch to her back, and from there, the rope returned to her front from both sides, forming four diamond shapes. The hemp rope was wrapped so tightly that the part that went under her crotch was deeply embedded in her pantyhose and invisible. (No wonder Sister Yi's walk seemed strange.) There were also several loops of rope wrapped around her breasts. At this point, Sister Yi was only wearing a white lace bra and panties, flesh-colored sheer pantyhose, and white high heels. The brown hemp rope was knotted into diamond shapes on her upper body. The bra was transparent, and through it, I could see that Sister Yi's nipples were erect. The panties were silk with openwork embroidery and were quite transparent, revealing a tuft of dark pubic hair underneath. At this point, the blush on Sister Yi's face subsided somewhat. She spun around twice, showing us her front and back. A hemp rope emerged from her buttocks (the back of the small thong was only a single thread, hidden by the rope; from behind, it looked as if Sister Yi wasn't wearing any underwear. Later I learned this type of panty was called a thong), tied in a knot at her waist, then spread out in front, forming a diamond shape, before returning to her back and intertwining again, repeating this process until it reached behind her neck, passed through the loop around her neck, and tied her hands tightly. Her hands were now suspended high behind her back. The second rope was first used to tie her wrists, then wrapped around her breasts, tightening to make them more prominent. So intricate and tight—no wonder Sister Yi had prepared for so long.

"This is 'BDSM,' a very popular sex game in Japan. The leadership even specially approved bringing in some materials from East Asia. We need to carefully imitate the techniques from there. Take a look when you have time and learn more," Sister Yi said after the demonstration. "It mainly involves binding young women to stimulate men's senses and bring them to orgasm. Of course, women also experience sexual pleasure and orgasm. Today I've shown you two Japanese binding methods: diamond binding and back binding. These are very common tight binding methods in Japan. Diamond binding stimulates the clitoris, while back binding stimulates the breasts—both sensitive areas for women, making it easy for them to reach orgasm." As Sister Yi spoke, she paced back and forth in the medical room. Soon, the flush on her face returned, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

This was February, and although there was air conditioning, the temperature was only around twenty degrees Celsius. I observed her closely for a while. It turned out that with each step Sister Yi took, the rope deeply embedded in her genitals stimulated her. Sister Yi was already aroused; the crotch of her white panties was wet and became even more transparent.

Sister Yi noticed my attention and seemed somewhat shy. “Look at my crotch,” she said. “I know you are all girls and may not fully understand female physiology. Just now, I was walking back and forth to let the rope stimulate my genitals, causing my vagina to secrete a lot of fluid, commonly known as vaginal lubrication. You can see my panties; isn’t the crotch wet? The training you will receive is to achieve female orgasm when you are bound, just like me. But this is only the first step. You also need to learn to remain conscious during orgasm and complete the task.” Sister

Yi paused here, seeing our confusion, and continued, “This…” (The last sentence appears to be a separate, unrelated statement .) His profession is a high-level bondage master, someone who specializes in binding women. He runs a bondage club, frequently recruiting beautiful mainland female illegal immigrants from human traffickers to serve as sex slaves at his club. He then cruelly tortures them, and we've learned that several of our compatriots have been killed by him. Each time he kills one of our compatriots, he eats them. The victims are never found, their remains never recovered. Our goal is to use connections to disguise ourselves as illegal immigrants and infiltrate his club. Then we'll get close to him, learn about his terrifying plans, and eliminate him when he's off guard. The only way we can get close to him is to become his sex slaves. We'll find an opportunity to strike when he's binding us.”

“But we're bound, how can we kill a strong, healthy man?” I asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Please note!” After Sister Yi finished speaking, she executed a spinning back kick, her high heel striking my temple before I could even react. So fast! “That's the first method, hand-to-hand combat! The second method is…” Sister Yi said, her mouth closing, a sharp blade between her lips. She opened her mouth, and the razor blade disappeared again. "Of course, there are third and fourth methods, which we need to learn and master in training. Whether our hands are bound or not isn't the main factor; the important thing is whether we can get close to him."

"What if the mission fails?" Ye Mei suddenly asked.

"Failure?! We will be eaten by him just like those of our compatriots who were murdered." After saying this, Sister Yi's tone became serious: "This mission is very difficult and dangerous. We have no backup; everything depends on ourselves. Even if we succeed, we will pay a heavy price. Before we even see Akimichi Tenghui, we will definitely be bound, tortured, and raped by his men. If our training level is low, we might be tortured to death before we even see Akimichi Tenghui, or we might be too weak to move when we do see him. And after we complete the mission, our escape will also depend on our own efforts. We might not be able to escape and will be killed. So this mission is a matter of life and death. If we complete the mission…" Not only will it thwart the enemy's terrifying plot, but it will also avenge our murdered sisters. Due to the arduousness and danger of the mission, we are considering letting you decide for yourselves whether to participate. If you do not wish to participate, the organization will not force you. That's all I have to say. You can think about it first. Once you've made up your mind, come find me. I will be waiting for you in my office today and tomorrow. Tomorrow at midnight, I need to return to headquarters to report. If you do not come before then, it means you have withdrawn from this mission. In that case, you should go back to where you came from. But you must keep it absolutely secret.”

After Sister Yi finished speaking, she said to Ye Mei, “Xiao Mei, come help me put on my dress.” Sister Yi left, and the three of us fell into thought. To Go or Not to Go: Chapter Two - The Female Agent's SM Training (After Sister Yi left, the three of us fell into deep thought. To go or not to go, we might face death. And this kind of training was unheard of. Not going, however, made our conscience uneasy with patriotism and a sense of mission.

After a long, long time, the stubbornness and fighting spirit in my blood surfaced, and I decided to join. So I said to the two of them, "I've decided to follow Sister Yi's example and complete this mission." I walked out of the infirmary and went to Sister Yi's office.) I knocked on the door, but there was no response. Was Sister Yi not here? I gently pushed the door open, and the scene before me shocked me once again. Sister Yi was still dressed the same as she had been in the infirmary, but this time she was suspended in mid-air like a duck swimming in the cold. A red plastic ball was stuffed in her mouth, with black leather straps on both sides pulling it behind her head and fastening it tightly. Hearing the noise, Sister Yi raised her head, and when she saw me come in, she nodded, her eyes showing relief and approval. Sister Yi's small mouth was distorted by the ball. She couldn't close her mouth, drool dripping from her chin onto the ground. We'd been considering this for three or four hours, so it seemed Sister Yi had been hanging there for three or four hours too; a large puddle of drool had accumulated on the ground. I went over, untied the rope, took the plastic ball out of Sister Yi's mouth, and said to her, "I've decided, I want to be like you."

Sister Yi swallowed and said to me, "I knew you would come. Go to the equipment room and find Lao Han; he'll help you get started." I turned to leave, but Sister Yi spoke again, "Come back, and gag me again like before." The ball was huge; it almost wouldn't fit into Sister Yi's cherry-like mouth. I stuffed the ball in, tightened the rope, and went to the equipment room.

Lao Han was already waiting there. Seeing me come in, he picked up the rope he had prepared and came to my side. I was excited and said, "Wait a minute, I want to dress up and be tied up like Sister Yi."

Lao Han went to a wardrobe, opened it, and said, "Change yourself." I went over and looked inside the wardrobe... There were women's underwear, stockings, and over a dozen pairs of high heels. I also picked out a set of white silk underwear and flesh-colored shimmering stockings, along with a thong. A pair of white high heels, the heels about thirteen or fourteen centimeters high. I had never worn such high heels before. After taking my clothes, I glanced at Lao Han, who didn't seem inclined to look away. My face flushed, and I almost asked him to leave, but then I thought, if I really went to Japan on a mission, what did it matter if Lao Han saw my virginity? So I... I changed my clothes calmly in front of Lao Han.

After I finished, Lao Han walked towards me with a rope, and I felt my blood boil. The rough rope around my neck sent a chill down my spine. Lao Han skillfully threaded the rope between my legs and tightened it. Even through my pantyhose and underwear, the rough rope stung my genitals painfully. One knot was stuck right in my genitals. I instinctively squeezed my legs together. The rope moved over my body, and soon Lao Han... With my hands crossed behind my back and stretched upwards as far as I could, I felt the rope pass through the loop around my neck, pull downwards, and tighten around my wrists. I tried to move; my hands could hang down, but pulling the loop around my neck downwards pulled the rope in front of me upwards, tightening the rope binding my genitals. It was so uncomfortable; I almost collapsed.

After one rope was tied, Lao Han took out a second one, this time for binding my hands behind my back. Lao Han walked behind me, feeling the rope wrap around my wrists, wrapping it several times, tightening and knotting it. Then the rope went around my chest, first wrapping it four times around the upper part of my breasts, tightening and knotting it behind my back. Then another rope came up, wrapping it four times around the lower part of my breasts, then passing between my arms and body, tightening it even more. I felt my nipples become erect; I looked down and, sure enough, through my lace bra, I saw that my nipples were erect.

Then, it seemed Old Han took out a fourth rope. He first tied a knot on my left forearm, then pulled the rope up to my right shoulder, down over my right shoulder, across my cleavage, through the rope under my breasts, then pulled it back to my left shoulder, back behind my back, and tied it together with my right forearm. The remaining rope wrapped around my body several times, securing my arms to my body. Finally, the binding was finished. The ropes were tied in front of me in four diamond shapes and a sheep shape. My hands were tied high behind my back. The ropes were tied very tightly, and my upper body couldn't move at all. If I tried to struggle, it would only intensify the stimulation of my breasts and genitals. Although my hands were tied high, I didn't feel very uncomfortable. I then realized what Sister Yi's purpose was in having us practice flexibility.

Old Han didn't seem to be finished yet; he took out another white plastic ball, the same one that had been stuffed into Sister Yi's mouth. I knew its purpose, so I opened my mouth wide. Old Han shoved the ball into my mouth while saying, "This is a gag; it'll make you sexier." Once it was in, the leather straps were fastened, and I felt my mouth instantly fill with saliva, which kept dripping down my cheeks. Then Old Han said, "Okay, you can go rest now."

Rest? I could rest! I gave a wry smile. I walked out of the equipment room; outside was our training hall, with mirrors on all four walls. I looked in the mirror and saw a girl, her upper body wrapped in ropes, her hands tied behind her back, tightly bound with rough hemp rope. Her hands and arms formed a giant "W" behind her back. She wore high heels. To maintain balance, she had to stand with her chest out. My breasts were already large, and with the ropes, they were even more prominent. And her lower body—the hemp rope was deeply embedded in her pantyhose and underwear. Her originally beautiful mouth was stretched wide by the gag, somewhat distorted, but it certainly looked very sexy. Old Han wasn't wrong. No wonder the Japanese are so fond of these kinds of sex games; it makes sense now. With this discovery, I suddenly had the urge to show Xiaomei and Huihong what I looked like. So I walked towards the infirmary. Although the lobby was only about twenty meters away, it felt like twenty kilometers to me. I knew why Sister Yi had been sweating when she was walking back and forth earlier. With each step, the rope between my legs stimulated my genitals; after only a few meters, my whole body was heating up, and my forehead started sweating too.

Entering the infirmary, Xiaomei and Huihong were still staring at each other, wide-eyed. I deliberately increased the weight of my steps, making a clattering sound on the floor with my high heels. Xiaomei and Huihong were indeed startled, looking up at me with wide eyes. I deliberately walked in front of them with a model's catwalk, chest out, and exaggeratedly swaying my hips. Xiao Mei's eyes showed a strange surprise. She walked up to me and said, "Sister Lin, you're so sexy!" I nodded to her, indicating that I had something to say. Xiao Mei understood my signal, removed the gag from my mouth, and I moved my cheeks, swallowed, and said to them, "Do I look pretty?"

Hui Hong nodded and said, "Pretty!" Xiao Mei nodded vigorously as well.

"Don't hesitate, say yes, for the country, for the sisters who were murdered, and for Sister Yi," I urged them.

They looked at each other, nodded, and clasped their hands together. "Okay!"

"Come on, gag me again, I'll take you to see Sister Yi." Xiao Mei put the gag back in and tightened it.

Although it was only a short walk of about twenty meters across the training hall from the infirmary to Sister Yi's office, every step I took was accompanied by the chastity belt stimulating my genitals. The intertwined sensation of sharp pain and tingling was unbearable. I tried to use my hands to help, but they were tightly bound. The stimulation caused my hands to alternate between forcefully opening and tightly clenching into fists

, leaving me feeling utterly helpless. When we arrived at the infirmary, the two girls reacted to Sister Yi with the same surprise I had shown them before. Sister Yi nodded approvingly when she saw us enter, then nodded with great effort towards the equipment room, managing to utter a few syllables through her tightly gagged mouth, as if to say, "Go." I knew Sister Yi wanted us to go there, so I nudged them, signaling them to follow me, and led them to the equipment room.

I was once again subjected to that heaven-and-hell-like ordeal, leading them to the equipment room. When Old Han saw us arrive, a smile appeared on his face. "You've decided so quickly, great job!" He then led the two girls to the wardrobe and said, "Choose your own clothes to change into."

Xiao Mei picked out a set of red underwear, black stockings, and red high heels; Hui Hong chose all black. After hesitating for a moment, the two girls quickly changed their clothes. Old Han then began to bind them, and I stood at the door watching. By this time, the parts of my body tightly bound by the hemp rope no longer felt pain, only numbness, and my mouth, stretched wide by the gag, was numb. I looked down and saw that the drool had soaked my bra. The movement I had just made had stimulated my genitals, causing me to produce a lot of vaginal fluid; I felt that the crotch of my underwear was completely soaked, and a lot of vaginal fluid had flowed down my thighs, leaving a sticky feeling.

About half an hour later, the two girls were bound up like me. After gagling them both, Lao Han said, "Go to Sister Yi's office, I'll be there in a bit." Huihong usually walked with a model's catwalk, very gracefully, but this time she couldn't walk. The stimulation of the rope on her genitals made her walk unsteadily, completely lacking her usual elegance. Xiao Mei was even more exaggerated; after walking only five or six meters, she swayed and fell to the ground. She struggled for a while before getting back up. After walking the twenty-odd meters, the three of us let out a long sigh of relief, our faces flushed and beads of sweat on our foreheads.

Sister Yi had been hanging for over four hours. Hearing the noise, she struggled to lift her head, looked at us, a slight smile appearing in her eyes, before lowering her head again. Seeing Sister Yi in such pain, we all went to her side and gently rubbed our faces against hers to express our respect. Sister Yi responded to us.

Heavy footsteps came from outside the door; Lao Han had arrived. We stopped comforting each other and looked towards the door. Old Han came in. He went to Sister Yi first, gathered her long hair, tied it tightly with a thin hemp rope, threaded the other end through the large iron ring suspending her, pulled hard, and tied a knot. Sister Yi's head was forced up. Then he went to his desk, turned on the computer, and soon a video started playing on the 19-inch flat-screen color monitor.

Although it was already past 1 p.m., we weren't hungry in our extreme excitement. It was then that I noticed that our usual physical trainer, martial arts coach, and doctor were all gone. Old Han turned Sister Yi around so that her head was facing the computer, and then had us stand next to her, close to her, to prevent her from turning around.

The film was about binding women. While the people in the film were binding, Old Han explained, "This is tortoise shell binding, this is back hand binding, this is diamond binding..." The film showed binding, whipping, wax dripping, enemas, gang rape, and... there were dozens of punishments in the film, and our eyes widened. We had to try all these punishments, and just thinking about it made my scalp tingle.

More than an hour later, the film ended. Old Han spoke: "The content in the film is our training content. It looks a bit terrifying, but once you try it yourself, you'll find it's not like that at all. You can get a lot of fun from it; it's not as scary as it looks. From today onwards, this will be your standard attire every day. You'll only have one hour of free time after dinner each day to shower and change. You need to adapt as quickly as possible. Alright, it's getting late, almost three o'clock. I'll have someone bring you lunch." After hearing Old Han's words, I finally felt a little hungry.

After finishing his call, Lao Han put Yi Jie down. She slumped into her chair, taking a while to recover. Lunch arrived: milk and small steamed buns. Lao Han divided them into four large plates, removed the gags from us, and left. We looked at Yi Jie, asking how she could eat with her hands tied behind her back. Yi Jie glanced at us, walked to the plates, lowered her head, and began licking the milk like a dog. My mouth was already dry from drooling, so I followed Yi Jie's example, licking the milk and then slowly chewing on a small steamed bun. This meal took me a full hour, and I drank three large plates of milk. When I finally swallowed the last sip of milk and looked up, Yi Jie and the others had already finished eating and left the office.

I quickly went outside and saw that their mouths were gagged again—Yi Jie and Xiao Mei had red gags, and Hui Hong had a black one. They were practicing catwalking under Lao Han's direction. I hurried over, and when Lao Han saw me, he took my old white gag and gagged me, gesturing for me to walk like Sister Yi and the others.

Although it was early spring, February, and we were dressed scantily, we were all sweating profusely in no time. (The hall was heated, but the heating wasn't enough for the 400-square-meter space, so the temperature was only about 17 or 18 degrees Celsius.) The stimulation from the ropes was just too intense. Constant stimulation, constant climaxes. How could anyone feel cold? We only felt our mental and physical strength were about to be exhausted. Xiao Mei couldn't walk anymore and collapsed on the floor. Lao Han, afraid she'd catch a cold, carried her to the infirmary. Soon, Hui Hong couldn't hold on any longer either. Hui Hong was taller than Lao Han, so he carried her into the infirmary. Only Sister Yi and I were left. Because of my years of track and field training, I was in better physical condition and could continue. Sister Yi had trained for a long time, so she could also keep going.

Chapter Three: The Female Agent's SM Training (Part 3) At this moment, the three large plates of milk I drank for lunch caused trouble. Because I drank too much water, I felt the urge to urinate. So I went to Lao Han, intending to signal him, but he immediately saw through my intention. He shook his head and said, "I won't untie you. If you can't hold it, just go to the toilet."

Seeing that Lao Han had no intention of untying me, I had no choice but to desperately hold back the urge to urinate. But after a while, I couldn't hold it any longer, so I had to go to the toilet. As soon as I sat down... The urine in my bladder gushed out. My genitals, already aching from the chafing of the hemp rope, were even more painful from the urine. It took a while for the pain to subside a little. But my wet underwear and pantyhose clung to my crotch and thighs, which was incredibly uncomfortable. The pungent smell of urine kept wafting up, almost knocking me over.

When I returned to the hall, Huihong and Xiaomei were back, resuming their training. This time, I couldn't walk the catwalk anymore; instead, I walked with difficulty, legs spread apart. Suddenly, a "thud"... My buttocks burned like fire. "Walk like a cat!" A thunderous voice boomed in my ear. I jolted, turned around, and saw Old Han standing beside me, a leather whip in his hand. He'd just given me a hard lash. I quickly resumed my catwalk. As I passed them, I noticed they were both staring at my crotch. Xiao Mei even deliberately gasped for breath; I knew they were laughing at me for wetting my pants. I glared at Xiao Mei and continued walking like a cat. Reaching the wall, I turned and glanced at myself in the mirror. Through the thin stockings, a red welt was clearly visible on her buttocks.

Then, Old Han took out several ropes and called Sister Yi over. He half-suspended her from the ceiling (there were five hooks on the ceiling of the hall; at first I thought they were for hanging ceiling fans, but now I know they were for suspending us). Then he tore off Sister Yi's bra, ripped her panties and stockings, leaving her completely naked except for a few pieces of tattered stockings on her legs. Then he called us all over to watch. He made Sister Yi stand with her feet apart, then began to whip her. One lash after another struck her inner thighs, breasts, and buttocks. With each lash, Sister Yi convulsed in pain, letting out a muffled groan from her gagged mouth. In just a short while, Sister Yi's body was covered in red welts.

The whipping continued for more than half an hour before Old Han finally put Sister Yi down. Sister Yi, unable to withstand it any longer, collapsed to the ground as soon as she was put down. We rushed over to check on Sister Yi's injuries. Seeing us approach, Sister Yi struggled to her feet. Old Han spoke: "This is your first training session, so we'll stop here for now. Everyone, go back to your dorms and rest."

Back in the dorm, I glanced at the clock; it was almost seven o'clock. I'd been bound for over seven hours. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed, the scenes from the day flashing before my eyes, my heart churning with emotion. I looked up and saw Xiao Mei and Hui Hong also lying on the bed. Tap, tap, tap—I heard the sound of high heels hitting the floor. Sister Yi was here! We quickly sat up. Sister Yi was still completely naked; the rough hemp rope, without the barrier of stockings and underwear, was directly constricting her delicate skin. The stimulation to her vulva was even greater on her labia. The red welts on Sister Yi's breasts, abdomen, and inner thighs were still very noticeable. However, a cool medicinal smell wafted from them. (It seemed Old Han had taken Sister Yi to the infirmary for treatment first.) Sister Yi had come to visit us. Although she couldn't speak, we could see her concern and comfort in her eyes. Looking at Sister Yi, I couldn't help but cry. Sister Yi had suffered ten times more than us. Before we were tied up, she had already been bound and suspended for three or four hours, and then walked with us for several hours... She walked with a cat-like gait, and was even whipped for over half an hour. Yet she still had the energy to comfort us. Her spirit was truly remarkable. Xiao Mei and Hui Hong were also moved by Sister Yi's spirit.

Sister Yi came to my bedside, sniffed, and shook her head with a smile. Sister Yi was also laughing at me for wetting my pants. I couldn't help but laugh too, my face instantly turning crimson. Sister Yi rubbed her nose against my face, wiped away my tears, and then sat down next to me. I rested my head on Sister Yi's shoulder, feeling as if I had found warmth and support. Xiao Mei and Hui Hong also came over; Hui Hong, with her long legs, quickly sat down on the other side of Sister Yi. I rested my head on Sister Yi's shoulder. Xiao Mei had no choice but to climb onto the bed and lean against Sister Yi's back. The three of us surrounded Sister Yi and sat quietly.

After what seemed like a long time, Lao Han brought in dinner: milk, vegetable puree, fish chunks, and rice. He laid the dinner on the floor, removed the gags from our mouths, and left. We had no choice but to sit on the floor, crawl, and lick our faces until we finally finished eating. After we finished, our faces were covered in food scraps. Sister Yi said, "Come on, let's wash each other's faces." She started by licking the food scraps off my face, and then I helped her... Sister Yi licked the food off. Xiao Mei and Hui Hong followed our example, licking the food scraps off each other's faces.

Shortly after we finished eating, Lao Han arrived, this time with a very robust woman. After cleaning the floor, they brought a set of bedding and made up the empty bed in the dormitory. I had been wondering why there were four beds when there were only three of us in the dormitory. It turned out those were for Sister Yi.

Around 8:30, Lao Han and the robust woman returned. Lao Han introduced her to us, saying, "This is Ma Yin, my assistant." Then, the two of them began to loosen our clothes... Tie it up. My hands had long since lost all feeling; as soon as they were untied, I couldn't move them at all. It took a while for me to regain some feeling, and the stinging pain made me gasp. Old Han said, "Go to the bathroom for a medicinal bath; it'll help with blood circulation. I've already prepared the medicine for you." Sister Yi said to us, "Let's go to the bathroom."

The large bathtub, two meters in diameter, was indeed filled with hot water, the steam thick with the smell of medicine. My wet underwear and socks were already unbearable, so I quickly took off my clothes and shoes and jumped into the tub. Xiao Mei and Hui Hong's underwear were also soaked with... Soaked to the bone, we quickly took off our clothes and jumped in. The places where the ropes had bound us were excruciatingly painful at first, but the pain subsided quickly. Soon the pain was gone, and the red marks from the ropes disappeared. I don't know how long we soaked, but just as we were enjoying the hot bath, Ma Yin suddenly came to call us. She said it was almost time to relieve ourselves and we needed to change. So we climbed out of the tub, took a shower, dried ourselves off, flushed in the toilet, and relieved ourselves. Then we went to the equipment room to change.

This time, I chose a pink lingerie set, flesh-colored sheer stockings, and white high heels. Xiao Mei and Hui Hong didn't change their outfits. Yi Jie changed her attire, wearing only a black leather breast support with just a frame to hold her breasts up and prevent them from sagging, while her breasts were completely exposed. She wore black garter belts, black stockings without panties, and black high heels. Seeing that we were all dressed, Lao Han had us put on makeup. After we were all made up and looking our best, Lao Han and Ma Yin tied us up again, just like during the day, tightly. Only Yi Jie was a little different.

Lao Han and Ma Yin tied up the three of us first, and then tied up Yi Jie. Before tying up Yi Jie, Lao Han took out a few things from a cabinet. First, he took out two small bells with iron clips on them. He clipped the bells to Yi Jie's nipples, and then took out a rubber dildo, which was more than ten centimeters long and as thick as a woman's wrist. There was an iron ring at the bottom. Old Han squatted down and carefully inserted the dildo into Sister Yi's vagina. The long dildo went all the way in, leaving only the iron ring outside. Old Han turned the dildo so that the rope could just pass through the iron ring. When Old Han tightened the rope, the dildo was pushed even deeper. I saw Sister Yi clench her teeth, enduring the pain.

Old Han showed no mercy, binding the rope very tightly. By the time he finished binding her, Sister Yi was covered in cold sweat. Only then did Old Han put a black transparent thong on Sister Yi. After binding us all, Old Han took out a gag and gagged us all. Then he said to us, "I hope you have sweet dreams tonight. There's more training waiting for you tomorrow." After saying that, Old Han and Ma Yin left. When we walked out of the equipment room, Old Han and Ma Yin had already turned off the lights and gone up the elevator. The spacious basement was left with only the four of us women, bound by ropes. The training hall was pitch black with the lights off, except for a sliver of light coming from the corridor across the hall leading to our dormitory. So we groped our way there

in the dark. The only sounds in the empty space were the "tap-tap-tap" of our high heels hitting the floor and the "jingle" of Sister Yi's breast bells. The more we listened, the more anxious we became, wishing we could get to the light as quickly as possible. We groped our way back to our dormitory after a long time in the dark. When we got back to our beds, I looked at Sister Yi and realized that even that short walk of ten or twenty meters had caused her immense suffering. Her underwear was completely soaked. The insides of her stockings were also completely wet. It was all from the vaginal fluid secreted by Sister Yi. Our high heels had buckles and couldn't be taken off, so we had to get into bed with them on. After we got into bed, Sister Yi got up again, went to the door, closed it, and then turned off the light with her mouth. Although we were exhausted today, we didn't sleep well at all last night. The ropes and gags kept us awake. If it were just these things, Sister Yi might have been able to sleep, but the dildo inserted into her vagina kept her awake as well.

Chapter Four: Female Agent's SM Training (Part Four) The next day, around seven in the morning, Lao Han and Ma Yin arrived. As soon as they arrived, they woke us all up. By then, we had been tied up for ten hours. But Lao Han showed no intention of untying us.

Soon, breakfast was laid out on the ground: milk, bread, and Western-style sausages. After they removed the gags, we ate as we had the night before. After breakfast, Sister Yi said to us, "I'm going to report to headquarters with Lao Han now. You guys practice with Ma Yin first." "The three of us were gagged again, while Ma Yin helped Sister Yi wipe her face clean with a towel, then put on makeup. Old Han brought a red coat and draped it directly over Sister Yi's shoulders. The sleeves of the coat were stuffed with long, inflated balloons, and the cuffs were sewn into the pockets. After Old Han buttoned up Sister Yi's clothes, at first glance, it seemed as if Sister Yi was afraid of the cold and had put her hands in her pockets. You really couldn't tell that Sister Yi's hands were tied behind her back with rope.

Sister Yi and Old Han left, and we repeated yesterday's practice: walking the catwalk." Later, Sister Yi told us about her trip to report. It was quite interesting. Here is what Sister Yi recounted. After leaving, Sister Yi and her companions got into the car that was already waiting there and quickly arrived at headquarters. Because the artificial penis inserted into Sister Yi's vagina was so large, Sister Yi dared not keep her legs together when walking, but walked with her legs apart, and only dared to walk slowly step by step, so her walking posture was very strange, somewhat like a duck's walk. Moreover, the nipple bells sometimes made a hoarse sound, which attracted even more attention. So when she walked around the headquarters building, people who saw her looked at her with strange eyes. Every time Sister Yi met someone, she would smile and greet them as if nothing had happened. After a while, they arrived at the office of Director Liu, the commander-in-chief of this operation. Old Han knocked on the door, and after a response from inside, the two went in.

Once inside, Sister Yi was already covered in sweat. Director Liu saw that Sister Yi was covered in sweat and said, "It's so hot, Ni Chang, why don't you take off your coat?" Sister Yi smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Director, I'm not hot."

"Not hot! Look at you, all sweaty! You're not hot?" Director Liu said, somewhat surprised. Old Han said ambiguously, "Director, she's not hot. There's another reason she's sweating."

"Oh, what are you two up to? Alright, sit down. How's it going? Tell me."

"Everything's going smoothly. We started training yesterday."

"Great! You're quick. I really want to see your training." Director Liu looked greedy.

"You really want to see?" Sister Yi asked.

"Of course I want to see." Director Liu put on a serious face.

"I knew you had ulterior motives, trying to use your position for personal gain." Sister Yi teased.

"Alright, no need to go. Today, let Ni Chang give you a demonstration here, so you can experience what special training is like. But first, you need to get us some more equipment."

"What equipment?" Director Liu asked.

"Here's the list. Please take a look. If you agree, sign it." Director Liu looked at the list and read softly, "Electric heater, sexy lingerie..."

“Yes, there’s an electric heater. Although there’s air conditioning, the hall is too big, and the air conditioning isn’t powerful enough, so it’s still too cold. Ni Chang and the others are easily chilled and will get sick. How about it, sign it. Once you sign, Ni Chang will give you a performance report.”

“Yes, hurry up and sign, otherwise my girls will freeze.”

Director Liu shook his head: “I really can’t do anything with you guys.” He then signed the list.

Old Han took the list, had Sister Yi stand up, and with her back to Director Liu, helped Sister Yi unbutton her coat. Then he said to Director Liu, “Enjoy your performance, I have to take care of business.” He opened the door to leave.

“Wait, you really want Ni Chang to perform for me here?” The director was somewhat surprised.

“Of course, who told her to come up with such a crazy idea? Let her suffer the consequences.” Old Han replied.

“Just me? You agreed too.” Sister Yi complained.

Old Han smiled and said, “Ni Chang, give it your all!”

"Pah! You jinx!" Sister Yi pouted. Old Han left.

Sister Yi slowly turned around, her face flushed, and said to Director Liu, "Please lock the door first, so no one can barge in and cause a misunderstanding."
"Is it that serious?" Director Liu walked to the door, looking puzzled, and locked it. When Director Liu turned around, he was stunned by what he saw. Although he knew a little about "SM," he was still taken aback by his colleague's live performance.

It turned out that after seeing Director Liu lock the door, Sister Yi shook her coat off. Director Liu turned around and saw Sister Yi's body, bound by ropes, and her sexy attire. She wore black leather braces supporting her two full breasts, with two small bells hanging from her nipples, which jingled melodiously with every movement. She wore black, sheer panties, and black garters held up her long black stockings to prevent them from slipping down. Black high heels, with heels at least four inches high, made her breasts appear even more prominent, and her figure taller and slender. She was truly sexy and alluring. The rough hemp ropes dug deep into her fair skin, evoking a sense of pity. Director

Liu stared at Sister Yi for a full ten minutes. Before she could finish speaking, she said, "What a beautiful flower! This Han Feng is truly blessed but doesn't know how to appreciate it. He has no sense of chivalry whatsoever. How could he agree to let you carry out such a mission! Japanese men know how to enjoy life so much; they're so lucky."

Sister Yi spun around a few times, letting Director Liu see her clearly from all sides. When she turned around, it was clear that her hands were tied high behind her back, making her look utterly helpless. Then she laboriously began to walk with a cat-like gait. Hearing Director Liu say this, she replied, "Director Liu, stop pretending. Han Feng is very good to me. If it weren't for the incompetent people you sent, I wouldn't have had to take such a risk! Besides, my appearance was originally meant for him alone, but now you've had your fill, which shows his selflessness. And you're still speaking ill of him. Just sit down and watch the performance quietly."

"I'm sorry, I know you two are a loving couple. I misspoke. I'll just watch your report performance quietly and won't say anything."
"Come help me, I need to put on a small accessory. It's in my coat pocket, take it out and help me put it on." Sister Yi said to Director Liu.

"Is it this?" Director Liu took out a red gag from Sister Yi's coat pocket.

"Yes!"

"How do I put it on?"

"It's a gag. You put the ball in my mouth, fasten the belt, and that's it."

So Director Liu put the gag in Sister Yi's mouth, fastened the belt, and then sat on the sofa to continue watching Sister Yi's performance. After Liu sat down, his low position allowed him to make another discovery. He noticed that besides the rope binding Yi Jie's genitals, there seemed to be something else. He quickly pulled Yi Jie closer, squatted down to examine her more closely, and finally saw that there was a foreign object inserted into her vagina. He was even more shocked, saying, "No wonder you walk so awkwardly. Look, you're still defending Han Feng. How could he be so cruel? How could he treat you like this?" He then stood up to untie Yi Jie. Yi Jie quickly struggled free, shaking her head violently, indicating that she shouldn't be untied.

Director Liu had no choice but to remove the gag from Sister Yi first, asking, "Why? Aren't you uncomfortable?"

"I am uncomfortable, but Akimichi Teng-hui is ten times more cruel than Han Feng. If I can't even endure this, I'm afraid I'll become Akimichi Teng-hui's meal when we go to Japan. Okay, Han Feng has given me a task that requires your cooperation. Are you willing?"

"There's more? What task?"

"You have to take off your trousers first before I can perform for you."

"Take off my trousers!"

"Yes, take off my trousers. What, are you afraid? Afraid I'll eat you?"

Director Liu hesitated before taking off his trousers, leaving him only in his underwear. Sister Yi walked over and knelt at Director Liu's feet. Director Liu's little brother was already standing tall. Sister Yi looked up at Director Liu and said, "Look, you hypocrite, you couldn't hold back for a long time." Her words made Director Liu's face turn completely red. She hurriedly explained, "You're so sexy and beautiful, who could resist? I haven't ejaculated yet, I'm already showing great restraint."

Sister Yi found Liu's explanation agreeable, so she said, "Then I'll let you ejaculate." She lowered her head and began sucking on Liu's penis through his underwear. Then, she used her mouth to pull Liu's underwear down to his knees and sucked on his penis again. After only a few sucks, Liu couldn't hold back and ejaculated. He grabbed Sister Yi's hair tightly, pressed her head firmly against his crotch, and shoved his penis entirely into her mouth. The hot semen shot into Sister Yi's throat, but she didn't struggle and swallowed it all. Then she carefully licked Liu's penis clean.

Liu Chu, satisfied, sprawled on the sofa and said, "This is the task Han Feng gave you? What's the explanation for this?"
"Yes, otherwise how could you say you're abusing your power for personal gain? Han Feng knew you all said my marriage to him was like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung. So he gave me up so everyone could taste the beauty of a flower." Sister Yi said, standing up.

Liu Chu quickly protested, "I never said that. I know your training must have another purpose."

Sister Yi sat down in Liu Chu's lap, saying, "Director is Director, just kidding. The purpose of our training is..."

Before she finished speaking, a specially made, sharp knife was seen between Sister Yi's lips.

Liu Chu was startled and asked in surprise, "That knife was in your mouth the whole time?" He instinctively covered his lower body.

As Sister Yi gently kissed Director Liu's earlobe, she said, "Don't worry, even if I can't control myself, I won't do that. If you cut off our Director's precious thing, I'll be in deep trouble." Director Liu couldn't resist such teasing. He cupped Sister Yi's face and kissed her passionately. Their tongues intertwined. While kissing her, Director Liu also played with the bell hanging from Sister Yi's nipple. Before long, Director Liu's penis was hard again. Sister Yi knelt down again and began sucking on Director Liu's now-erect penis.

Chapter Five: The Female Agent's SM Training (Part 5) Suddenly, a knock came at the door, and Director Liu's little brother immediately went limp.

"Who is it?"

"It's me!" It was Li Yan, the department's confidential secretary.

"What is it?"

"There are a few documents for you to sign. Director Liu, are you alright? Why haven't you opened the door yet?"

"Coming."

"What should I do?" Director Liu asked in a flustered voice.

"Don't worry, I'll hide under your desk. You go open the door and see what it is," Sister Yi replied.

After saying that, Sister Yi put on her coat and hid under Director Liu's desk. Director Liu quickly put on his pants and went to open the door.

Li Yan was the department's confidential secretary, and she was quite good-looking. After Li Yan came in, she handed the documents to Director Liu and asked, "Director Liu, are you alright? Why did it take you so long to open the door?"

"Oh, nothing, I was just dozing off."

"Huh! What's this?" It turned out the two had dropped the gag on the sofa in their haste, and Li Yan had found it.

Li Yan went over, picked it up, and examined it. "It's still wet. What's it for?"

Director Liu's face flushed red and then turned pale, looking quite unwell. He stammered, "Han Feng and the others brought it. They said it's training equipment."

"Training equipment? How do you use it?"

"Little one, why are you asking so many questions? Do you want to try it out?" Director Liu finished signing the documents, handed them back to Li Yan, snatched the gag, and said.

Li Yan took the documents and said, "Okay, I'll try it."

"Alright, open your mouth," Director Liu commanded.

"What for?"

"Didn't you want to try it? Open your mouth, open it wider."

Li Yan curiously opened her mouth wide, and Director Liu stuffed the gag into her mouth and tightened the belt.

Startled, Li Yan quickly threw the documents onto the sofa and tried to remove the gag from her mouth. Director Liu grabbed both her hands, preventing her from moving. He said, "You wanted to try it yourself, don't move."

Li Yan shook her head vigorously, looking at Director Liu, who then released her hands and removed the gag.

"So that's what they call a gag, it's so uncomfortable. So this is how Han Feng and the others train."

"Don't forget the rules, don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

"Yes!" Li Yan stuck out her tongue and quickly left. Director

Liu breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door again. "That was close, come out now." Sister Yi crawled out from under the table. "Shall we continue?" Liu asked.
"No, it's too dangerous. I'll watch your report performance when I visit you later."

"Trying to use your position for personal gain, huh? Fine then, but Han Feng instructed me to take a token back with me. I'd appreciate your help, Chief."
"No problem, what token?"

"Your underwear."

"Ah!"

"Didn't you say it was no problem?"

Chief Liu had no choice but to take off his underwear, and was about to put it in Sister Yi's coat pocket. Sister Yi said, "Not there, I'm putting it in my mouth. You put the underwear in my mouth. Han Feng instructed me that this is the only way I can take the token back."

"How can that be? Everyone will see it."

"No one will see. I have a mask in my coat pocket. After you put it in, help me put the mask on properly, and no one will be able to see it."
Chief Liu crumpled the underwear into a ball and stuffed it into Sister Yi's mouth. The first time, he didn't stuff it in properly, and a large part of the underwear was still sticking out of her mouth, making the mask bulge. Anyone could see it at a glance, so he had to stuff it in again. Director Liu was very burly, and his underwear was very loose, so it took him a while to finally manage to stuff it in. After putting on his mask, it was barely visible. But it made Sister Yi choke and tears streamed down her face.

Director Liu helped Sister Yi wipe away her tears, buttoned up his coat, carefully put the gag in his coat pocket, and then said to Sister Yi, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Sister Yi nodded, followed Director Liu out of headquarters, got into his car, and drove back to the training base in silence.

Sister Yi was gone for the whole morning. That morning, the three of us practiced walking like cats, walking for about an hour and a half before Ma Yin let us rest for a bit. Then he hoisted us up. When Sister Yi returned, the three of us were hanging in mid-air like ducks swimming in the cold. And Ma Yin kept swinging us around and turning us around. As soon as Sister Yi returned, Ma Yin immediately took off her coat and mask, and also hoisted her up. Around noon,

Lao Han returned. He brought back four electric heaters. He had Ma Yin unpack them and connect them to the power source, then went to Sister Yi and asked, "Have you completed all the tasks I assigned?" Sister Yi nodded. "Let me check." After saying that, Lao Han took the gag out of Sister Yi's mouth. Only then did we notice that it wasn't a gag, but a man's underwear.

"Very good! Now take a rest and get ready for lunch." After saying that, Lao Han put us all down and removed the gag from us.
After lunch, Lao Han let us rest for about an hour, then gagged us again (Sister Yi's mouth was still gagged with the underwear), and hoisted us up, this time upside down. The rope was only tied to our ankles, lifting us off the ground. This kind of hoisting was more uncomfortable than swimming in the cold water, because all the blood rushed to the brain, and soon we felt dizzy and lightheaded. About every half hour, Lao Han would put us down to rest, and then hoist us up again. That wasn't all. While they were hanging us up, Lao Han and Ma Yin would whip us. They beat us until we were covered in bruises and tears streamed down our faces.

Finally, we endured that cruel afternoon. After dinner, we were finally able to take a bath. All three of us had wet our pants that day. (Because we had been bound for over twenty hours) While showering, we all cried looking at the bruises on our bodies. Xiao Mei threw herself into Sister Yi's arms, crying, "Sister Yi, I can't take it anymore! What kind of training is this? It's just mistreatment! Why do we have to train like this?"

Sister Yi stroked Xiao Mei and said, "Yes, our training involves being mistreated. Think about it: Akira Toki was ten times more cruel than Han. If we can't even endure that, we'll all be either dead or crippled when we get to Japan! We're training to be unafraid of any kind of cruel torture." After a pause, Sister Yi continued, "There will be even crueler punishments later. Just like I told you at the beginning, if you can't bear it, you can quit. We will never force anyone."

"No, I will never quit!" I replied. "I won't quit either. I just wanted someone to comfort me," Xiao Mei said, sounding a little aggrieved.

"I know you're all great, you won't back down. Okay, let's hurry, time's almost up."

Free time is always precious and short, and soon we were back in the equipment room getting dressed. This time, Lao Han had prepared outfits for us: bras, garter belts, stockings, sheer thongs, and high heels. Then he told us, "Don't wear underwear yet, change quickly." After we were dressed, Lao Han and Ma Yin tied us up again. This time, without underwear to pad our genitals, the rough hemp rope directly constricted our genitals, making the stimulation of our delicate labia even more intense. And Yi Jie still had a dildo inserted into her vagina. After tying us up, Lao Han clipped bells to our nipples. When he tried to help us put on our underwear, I refused, saying, "It's transparent anyway, what difference does it make whether I wear it or not? I won't wear it, to avoid trouble when I go to the toilet."

"You think this is just to cover your shame? This is sexy underwear, meant to attract men's attention, to make you look sexier. Especially when you get it wet, it'll look even sexier. Put it on!" With that, Lao Han put the thong on me. Then he gagged me. My hands were tied, and my mouth was gagged. Lao Han and Ma Yin turned off the lights and left. So the four of us, with our hands tied high behind our backs, gagged, and wearing four-inch heels, walked back to our dormitory in the dark, just like the night before.

Tonight, besides the sound of our high heels, the hall was filled with the jingling of the nipple bells hanging from our nipples. Unlike last night, where only Sister Yi's bell jingled, tonight all four of us wore them, so the jingling was quite loud. However, tonight the hemp rope was stimulating our labia much more than last night, because it was directly constricting our genitals. Halfway there, Xiao Mei couldn't take it anymore and fell, so the four of us, one after another, fell to the ground like dominoes. It took us a while to get back up. We had another sleepless night.

Chapter Six: The Female Agent's SM Training (Six) Another morning arrived, and Lao Han and Ma Yin came to the training ground early again, bringing us breakfast. But none of us had an appetite; we all forced down some milk and then stopped eating. Lao Han, seeing this and looking at our faces, knew we were exhausted. So he didn't immediately shut us up and make us continue training. Instead, he discussed it with Sister Yi for a while and then made a phone call. About fifteen minutes later, our doctor, Mao Fang, arrived. Although she was a little surprised to see us, she was used to it (having worked in the National Security Bureau for many years, what strange phenomena hadn't she seen!), and quickly calmed down, starting to examine us.

She soon had the results: we were overworked and needed to rest. She prescribed us a dose of traditional Chinese medicine to calm our nerves and replenish our energy. After Lao Han, Sister Yi, and Doctor Mao discussed it, they untied the three of us. Although Sister Yi was also very tired, she insisted on resting with the restraints on. Lao Han didn't force her.

We felt much more relaxed after being untied. But I felt empty inside. Did I really enjoy being bound? I was confused by this feeling myself. Ma Yin went out to buy the medicine with the prescription, while Lao Han and Dr. Mao went to prepare the bathwater. As we stepped into the bath, numbness, pain, and pleasure all rushed over us. As the discomfort subsided, weariness followed. I fell asleep in the bath.

"Get up! Get up! Go take your medicine and go back to bed." A shout woke us from our sleep. This was the first time I had fallen asleep in three days. I shook my heavy head and tried to open my eyes. I saw Sister Yi squatting by the bath, telling us to get out of the water. Sister Yi was still bound. Through the transparent thong, I could see the hemp rope still constricting her genitals, and the dildo was still inserted in her vagina.

Looking at Sister Yi squatting in front of me, I suddenly remembered a big problem. Sister Yi's current state was our next step in training, and I was still a virgin. Was my first time going to be given to that lifeless rubber rod? I froze, my eyes fixed on Sister Yi's genitals, completely forgetting why she had called us.

"Lin Jie, Lin Jie!" Sister Yi called me twice before I finally cried out, snapping back to reality. Sister Yi looked at me, then at her own lower body, and asked, "Xiao Jie, what are you thinking about?"

My face flushed instantly, and I whispered, "Sister Yi, we're still virgins..." I stammered the rest of my sentence. Sister Yi looked at me, then at her own lower body, and suddenly realized, saying, "It's my fault, why didn't I consider this? You two go eat and take your medicine first. I'll discuss it with Lao Han and try to meet your needs."

"What do we need?" Xiao Mei asked, still confused. Huihong was no longer a virgin, and she knew what I meant, so she answered for me: "Silly boy, are you a virgin?" Xiaomei raised her face and said, "Of course."

"That's right, we'll soon be training like Sister Yi. Are you really willing to give your first time to that dead thing?"
Upon hearing this, Xiaomei's face immediately turned bright red, and she shook her head frantically.

After we got up, we put on our clothes (the so-called clothes were bras, transparent thongs, garter belts, and stockings) and high heels, and returned to the hall. Breakfast was still there, and we were all feeling hungry. So we ate breakfast again. This was the most delicious meal we had in three days. While we were eating, Sister Yi came back and said to us, "After you finish eating, go to my office to call your loved ones (Sister Yi's office phone is usually unusable). We have the night off tonight, so you can go on dates. But you have to be back before midnight."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiaomei jumped up: "I'm finished eating!" and ran to Sister Yi's office. A moment later, I came out excitedly. I said to Sister Yi, "We've arranged to meet at Green Shade Pavilion for coffee at 7:30."

Sister Yi smiled and nodded, turning to look at me and Huihong. Huihong quickly said, "Sister Yi, don't worry about me, I've already been through it."
I looked at Sister Yi, unsure what to say. Although I didn't want to give my first time to an inanimate object, I also didn't want to give my most precious virginity to someone I didn't know or like. In university, I had many suitors, but they were all too far removed from my ideal partner. I grew up in an orphanage, and then went to school, without much contact with society, so I knew very few people. Who should I give my first time to?

"Sister Yi, I haven't decided yet, I'll tell you later, okay?" I hesitated for a while before saying to Sister Yi.

"Okay, everyone rest first, we'll talk about it after we wake up."

Dr. Mao had already prepared the Chinese medicine. After drinking the medicine, we went back to our dormitory to rest. After getting into bed, they quickly fell asleep. Sister Yi, having taken her Chinese medicine, also slept. But I couldn't sleep. Who would I give my virginity to? Zhang San? No good. Li Si? No way. Wang Wu? Too pretentious. Chen Liu? No depth… Old Han, yes! It's Old Han. Although he wasn't handsome, he was a good person. He was capable and decisive, yet meticulous and considerate. He seemed cold on the outside, but he was very caring and considerate on the inside… (At this point, I didn't know that Old Han was Sister Yi's husband; according to common sense, no one would guess.) It was him. With that decided, drowsiness immediately overcame me, and I soon fell asleep.

"Get up, dinner's ready." It was Sister Yi's voice again. I opened my eyes, stretched lazily, and slept really well. Sister Yi's spirits were much better too; sleep is truly a wonderful thing. Old Han had prepared a sumptuous dinner for us. (We slept from morning until six in the afternoon.) We were starving. Sister Yi was still tied up. We tried to feed her, but she refused, just licking the food like she had the previous two days.

After dinner, Xiao Mei changed her clothes and went on a date, while Hui Hong wanted to sleep some more. Sister Yi asked me, "Have you thought it through? Where are you going on your date? You need to be back before midnight."

"Sister Yi, I'm not going on a date. I'll just give my virginity to Old Han here," I said softly, head down, face flushed.
"Old Han!" Sister Yi asked in surprise. I lowered my head even further and nodded gently. Sister Yi spoke after a while, "Okay, I'll have Old Han come find you." Then she left.

It felt like a long time before Old Han arrived. He said to me, "Let's talk in the office." I followed Old Han to the office. Old Han stared into my eyes and asked, "You really want to give me your virginity?" I nodded.

"Have you thought it through?"

"I have!"

"Why?"

"You're the first man to see me naked since I became an adult." I was a little embarrassed and it took me a while to come up with this reason.
Old Han was stunned for a moment, staring intently at me. I was also a little excited (a virgin willingly giving you her first time, and you act like you've suffered a great injustice), completely forgetting my shyness, and staring intently at Old Han as well.

After a long while, Old Han looked away. He said, "I'm going to tie you up before I do that. You should be mentally prepared."
"Come on, I'm all prepared," I replied.

After hearing my answer, Old Han walked out of the office, and after a while he came back with a bundle of hemp rope. "Have you thought it through?"

I nodded. Old Han walked to my side, turned my body so that my back was to him, and I felt the rough hemp rope on the back of my neck. The rope went down my shoulders, back under my armpits, then wrapped around my upper arms twice, tightened and knotted behind my back, and then went up through the rope on the back of my neck. I knew this was the traditional Chinese binding method, so I obediently crossed my hands behind my back and stretched them upwards as much as possible. The rope quickly wrapped around my wrists, and I could feel it tightening. Soon, I was bound. Old Han seemed to want to punish me, hanging my hands very high behind my back, so high they almost touched my ears.

Chapter Seven: The Female Agent's SM Training (Seven) After being tied up, the foreplay began. Old Han hugged me from behind, one hand caressing my breasts, the other reaching towards my genitals, stroking my vulva through my underwear. Old Han's technique was very skilled; waves of tingling sensations rushed to my brain. "Ah! Ah!" I couldn't help but groan loudly. With a "hiss," Old Han tore off my thin, transparent thong. Then he loudly commanded me, "Open your mouth!"

The gag, both frightening and alluring, was back. I obediently opened my mouth, and the gag was inserted. I felt something wrapped around the gag, slippery, somewhat salty and somewhat sweet. It turned out that Old Han had wrapped my underwear, already soaked with arousal fluid, over the gag. His hands came again, his upper hand rubbing and pinching my breasts, occasionally pinching my nipples. His lower hand rubbed my vulva while slowly probing into my vagina.

It was so stimulating, so uncomfortable. I could feel the love juices gushing out of my vagina. "The apple is ripe," Lao Han said, turning me around and pulling me to Sister Yi's desk. He lifted me onto the desk in one go. One hand continued to rub and rub my genitals, while the other hand unzipped his pants. Lao Han's thing was revealed, and it was huge! Much thicker and longer than the dildo that was inserted into Sister Yi's vagina, like a giant python. He made me sit on the edge of the desk, positioned the head of the snake at my vaginal opening, and thrust forward. My labia majora, like a gaping mouth, swallowed the giant python whole.

It went in so smoothly, without the pain that people usually talk about. But the initial feeling deceived me. Soon, I felt the python encounter resistance, pause for a moment, and then, with a burst of force, break through the resistance. "Oh!" The sudden, intense pain made me scream. But the scream was muffled, and only a muffled nasal sound came out. The giant snake continued its advance, each wave of intense pain followed by waves of pleasure. Pain and pleasure intertwined! It was a truly wondrous feeling.

The giant snake writhed inside my vagina, thrusting in, retreating, and then thrusting again. My pleasure grew stronger with each wave, while the pain gradually subsided. Old Han was incredibly strong. He lifted me off the desk, made me wrap my legs around his waist, then released his grip, placing his hands on his hips, using the giant snake to support me. He walked back and forth in the office triumphantly twice before setting me down on the floor, making me kneel with my head on the ground and my buttocks raised. Then he began penetrating my cunt from behind, relentlessly fucking me until I was nearly dead, ejaculating three times in total. Old Han only ejaculated on my third ejaculation. The scalding semen shot into my uterus, and I fainted from excitement.

I don't know how much time passed before I felt someone moving me. I opened my eyes; it was Old Han untying me. I lazily looked up at the clock on the wall; it was already eleven o'clock at night. After untying me, Lao Han said, "Go get some late-night snacks, then wash up. You'll be back in gear at midnight."

As I stood up, I felt a lot of stuff flowing out. Looking down, I saw it was residual semen and my vaginal fluid—thick, sticky, and with a strange smell. I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe it clean before leaving.

Sister Yi and the others were already there; Xiao Mei's face was still flushed with excitement. Seeing me come out, Sister Yi smiled and said, "Xiao Lin, come quick, Xiao Mei's about to finish the food."

I went over, picked up the food, and Xiao Mei asked, "Sister Lin, how are you going to eat this?" Only then did I realize the gag was still in my mouth. After removing the gag, it took me a while to close my mouth. The late-night snack was exquisite and delicious, and we ate happily. Sister Yi stopped licking it and instead let us feed her. We all vied to feed her what we thought was the best food. While eating, Sister Yi teased Xiao Mei and me, "How does it feel? Isn't it great?" Xiao Mei and I stuffed food into Sister Yi's mouth to keep her quiet. Hui Hong watched the commotion, laughing so hard she almost fell over.

After finishing our late-night snack, Lao Han gestured for us to help Sister Yi untie herself. Lao Han tied her up so easily and skillfully, but untying her was so difficult for us. The knots were all tight, impossible to untie with our hands; it took several of us using our teeth to finally loosen them.

During the shower, we knew our relaxing time was coming to an end, so we showered very slowly. Lao Han seemed to understand our mood and didn't rush us. When we were all ready and arrived at the equipment room, it was well past midnight.

Lao Han and Ma Yin had already prepared everything for us; we put on our own nipple bras, garters, stockings, high heels, gags, and nipple bells. When Lao Han inserted the dildo into my vagina, even though it was coated with lubricating oil, I still felt waves of stinging pain and kept groaning. Lao Han comforted me as he inserted it, saying, "Your hymen just broke, so it hurts a bit, but I've put some medicine on it. Your injury will be healed tomorrow, and it won't hurt anymore." I could only nod to indicate I understood.

At this time, Sister Yi and the others were also getting ready. Huihong and Xiaomei had the same dildos inserted into their vaginas as me, but Sister Yi's was different. Her dildo had an electrical wire connected to a square box, and Lao Han put two batteries into the box. It turned out to be a battery box; Sister Yi's dildo was electric.

Once everyone was ready, it was time for the ropes. It was still the diamond binding and hand binding, with both hands still suspended high. The square box connected to Sister Yi's dildo was fixed to her abdomen. Lao Han fiddled with it, and we all heard a slight "buzzing" sound. Old Han and Ma Yin left, leaving the four of us, these sexy women bound together, groping around in the dark. Back in the dorm, we looked at each other; the thongs we'd last put on were soaked through again. The all-around stimulation, from the outside in, had already made our juices flow freely.

Everyone lay down and didn't move. The bell stopped ringing, and the buzzing sound coming from Sister Yi became even clearer. Although the stimulation was much greater than the previous two days, after resting and receiving treatment during the day, plus the monotonous buzzing sound like a lullaby, I finally fell asleep.

Female Agent Training (End) Chapter 8: Female Agent's SM Training (Part 8) The morning of the fourth day arrived. A shout woke me from my dream; it was Lao Han. As usual, he brought us breakfast early and urged us to get up. I shook my head and struggled to get up. I didn't hear the "buzzing" sound in my ears. It seemed the battery had run out of power overnight. After breakfast, Lao Han and Sister Yi went to the side to discuss something, and we saw Sister Yi nod. A little while later, Lao Han came back to us and said, "Ladies, from today onwards, the most arduous stage of our training officially begins. Compared to the training to come, the first three days are just a warm-up. Furthermore, we will be conducting assessments at any time during the training. If you fail the assessments, you will be punished. I hope you can successfully complete..." Training. "

These past three days have been miserable enough, but there's more to come. I really can't imagine anything more difficult than this." Soon, I found out. After Lao Han cleaned up and gagged us, I discovered that the physical trainer and martial arts coach, who had disappeared for three days, were back. (Lao Han, the bondage instructor; his assistant Ma Yin; doctor Mao Fang; physical trainer Xie Caixia; martial arts coach Jin Jin.) Lao Han then laid out our daily training schedule: breakfast at 7:00 AM, two hours of SM training from 8:00 to 10:00 AM, followed by leg strength exercises from 10:00 to 11:00 AM, martial arts training from 11:00 to 12:00 PM, lunch at 12:00 PM, and then a physical examination. Afternoon training began at 1:30 PM, starting with another two hours of SM training, followed by two hours of strength training, and finally... The training consisted of hours of martial arts practice, dinner at 7 PM, untying and bathing at 8 PM, a new round of binding at 9:30 PM, and then bedtime. The schedule was extremely tight. After Old Han finished speaking, the training officially began.

The discipline was no longer as simple as walking on a catwalk; it involved all sorts of binding, suspension, whipping, wax dripping, enemas, needle pricks… it was practically a complete guide to torture. We practiced almost every method provided in the materials. After the discipline, there was no rest; immediately, strength training followed, mainly cycling (indoor bikes), running (treadmills), and frog jumps. Cycling was limited; we had to ride a certain distance within a specified time. If we didn't reach the required distance, we would be whipped. The worst part was that Old Han adjusted the bike seat very high, forcing us to shift from side to side. To keep our feet from touching the pedals, Lao Han would fix our feet to them every time we rode the bike. Each pedal stroke forced us to move left and right, meaning we had to rub our genitals against the bike mat. We had artificial penises inserted in our vaginas, and thick hemp ropes binding our genitals. This rubbing was incredibly painful and numb; it was torture. To prevent us from falling off, Lao Han lowered a rope from the ceiling and tied it to our backs, creating a safety rope like a circus performer's. This forced us to pedal relentlessly, enduring the torture. Riding the bike was our biggest fear during daily training. After each ride, our genitals would be chafed and require medical treatment.

The second type of strength training is running, which isn't inherently difficult, but don't forget, we're wearing four-inch high heels with very thin heels. This makes running much more difficult because balance is hard to maintain. There's also the artificial penis inserted into the vagina and the rope binding the genitals; even when still, it's stimulating, but once we start running… Then there are frog jumps, which are relatively easier, but the legs are tightly bound together. So, during strength training, we produce more vaginal fluid than sweat.

Martial arts training mainly focuses on practicing leg and foot attack methods: front kicks, side kicks, spinning kicks, and back kicks (in practice, with the back against a sandbag, kicking from the head towards the sandbag behind, called a "back kick to the purple-gold crown" in Peking Opera). To achieve a fatal blow, the coach requires us to kick quickly and powerfully. We often have to perform a single movement hundreds or thousands of times.

Also, there's the practice of hiding things in our mouths, first with rubber, then with iron plates, and finally with specially made knives. At the beginning, our mouths and tongues were frequently cut.

When we changed into new equipment at night, there were always new things. We'd just gotten used to having a dildo inserted in our vaginas when they switched to an electric one. In short, the goal was to constantly stimulate us, preventing us from getting proper rest, but also to get us used to the stimulation so we could finally rest.

Once we were used to it all and could sleep well at night, new training began. We no longer had beds to sleep in; sometimes we'd hang there like ducks swimming in the cold, sometimes we'd spend the night riding on a saddlebag. Finally, we became accustomed to all the stimulation and discipline. After each training session, we could immediately use our full strength to kick and break the wooden boards, glass bottles, and other objects the instructors held. The arduous training finally yielded results.

Nearly two months of intense training passed in a flash. The first assessment finally arrived.

On the ninth day, after breakfast, Lao Han untied us. No training today? We looked at Lao Han in confusion. Lao Han gave the order: "Outdoor training today. Get ready immediately and come back in half an hour to change your equipment."

Outdoor training? Could our training be exposed? While we were washing up, we asked Sister Yi, who replied, "Don't worry, everything will be arranged properly. There won't be any exposure."

The items we were re-equipped with weren't much different: leather nipple supports, bells, garters, stockings, and high heels, though the heels were slightly lower, still about three inches high. The dildos were replaced with regular ones instead of the electric ones. The binding method had changed; instead of a single rope binding from top to bottom, our hands were bound first, using a traditional Chinese five-flower binding, suspending our hands high behind our backs. The rope was quite long, leaving some excess rope, which was then wrapped around our breasts to make them appear more prominent. Next, another rope was used to bind our lower bodies, creating a rope thong. For easy untying, the knots on the lower body were slipknots. After binding, we finally put on transparent underwear. This way, although we were wearing clothes, we were more attractive than if we were completely naked. There was no gag.

It was already late April. The southern climate gets hot early, so wearing a coat seemed excessive, and we only wore trench coats. When we emerged from the basement and onto the street, people around us stared at us strangely. Because the trench coats were thin, people could see our hands were behind our backs, but they couldn't believe we were bound with ropes, as we all seemed very happy, chatting and laughing. (We had been training in the basement for months without seeing the sun; how could we not be happy to finally be able to bask in the sun?) We didn't give the people around us time to scrutinize us further before getting into the van and setting off.

The van drove through the bustling city and all the way to the outskirts. We arrived at an abandoned construction site with only one large warehouse. A dozen or so armed police vehicles were parked around the warehouse. Dozens of fully armed police soldiers surrounded the warehouse about 70 or 80 meters away. Our van drove directly to the warehouse's large iron gate. There was another vehicle in front of the warehouse, equipped with a dish antenna.

The car came to a stop, and Old Han turned around and said to us, "Your assessment today is—being tortured and murdered. There are twelve habitual rapists locked up in the warehouse, all of whom committed a series of rapes. In a little while, you will go in and first be subjected to the rape of these thugs. You are absolutely not allowed to resist until you receive the signal to do so. The signal to do so is three honks from the horn of this car at the door." As he spoke, Old Han honked the car horn, "Beep, beep, beep." "When you hear the three horn blasts, no matter what you're doing, even if you're experiencing an orgasm, you must immediately use all the skills you've learned to kill the thugs on top of you or surrounding you, understand? Also, no helping each other, each of you must deal with your own enemy. If there are ten people around you when the signal sounds, you fight all ten alone; if there's no one, you watch others take action. If you are ultimately subdued by the thugs, it means you've failed the test, and your fate might not be as simple as being raped. I'll ask you again, do you understand?"

"Understood!" After hearing our answer, Lao Han and Ma Yin took out gags and sealed our mouths. They made us get out of the car and go to the warehouse door. From another car came the martial arts instructor's voice: "You can go in now."

The door opened, Lao Han ripped off our trench coats, and pushed us into the warehouse. With a "bang," the warehouse's iron door slammed shut behind us. We nervously huddled tightly around Sister Yi. Twelve rapists—how would they deal with us?

The warehouse was large, easily six or seven hundred square meters. The twelve men sat in twos and threes against the wall. When they saw us approach, they widened their eyes in surprise: four young, beautiful women, dressed provocatively and bound with ropes, were locked up with us twelve rapists. What did this mean? Were they going to use us as test subjects? Did these four women have AIDS? The rapists were full of doubts, and none of them dared to make a move.

After observing from a distance for a while and seeing no movement, their courage gradually grew. Some of them walked up to us and began to examine us carefully, slowly reaching out to touch our skin and squeeze our breasts. They saw that our skin was smooth and our complexion was rosy, not like we had any terminal illness. Finally, one of them shouted, "I can't resist anymore! I haven't touched a woman in three years. Even if they have AIDS, I'll still have them. To die under a peony flower is to die a romantic death. To be able to have such beautiful women before I die, I've had my fill!" After saying this, he pounced on me. With one person taking the lead, the others pounced.

Everyone wanted to be first, so the four of us were pulled and tugged at. Some grabbed our hair, some pulled on the ropes binding us, and some hugged our bodies. We could only painfully endure their struggle.

"Stop!" someone shouted, and everyone stopped. A man who seemed to be the leader said, "If we keep fighting like this, no one will get anything. If you want to be fast, everyone needs to take turns. We'll divide into groups of four, and then rotate. There's no need to rush to be first. They're not virgins; they're all sluts. Look at their genitals; they're stuffed up inside." Everyone laughed. Once someone organized, they stopped fighting. Soon, they divided into four groups using rock-paper-scissors, and then used the same method to assign us to different groups, also using rock-paper-scissors to determine the order of arrival.

These men hadn't been with a woman for years, so they ejaculated quickly the first time, finishing in just over ten minutes. We didn't feel anything. They were obviously not satisfied, so they pinched and bit us, leaving us covered in welts.

"Hey, didn't everyone get a small bottle this morning? Could it be some kind of 'magic oil'?" one of them suddenly said.
"Yes! Yes! Quick, let's see!" Everyone frantically searched for something, and soon they all pulled out small plastic bottles, poured the liquid onto their hands, and applied it to their penises. Sure enough, everyone's penises became erect again. After exchanging us, they started again. This time, with the help of the "magic oil," they lasted a long time, almost two hours in total. I also had an orgasm under their brutal assault.

The second round of rape ended, and I felt some pain in my genitals. Looking down, I saw that my genitals were red and swollen. It turned out that the repeated, intense thrusting during their piston-like movements had swollen my vulva.

Their penises couldn't get erect for the time being, but they didn't let us off the hook. They picked up the fake penises they had carelessly thrown away earlier, reinserted them into our vaginas, tied our buttocks back up, and then made us dance.

"Slut, dance faster, wiggle your ass bigger, be more lewd! Look, this slut's pussy is wet." Our dancing quickly made their penises erect again, and the third round of rape began. This time, there were more variations. My group made me lie on my side on the ground, then one of them penetrated my vagina from the front, another from the back, and yet another untied my gag and made me give him oral sex. Although we had been played with by fake penises for a long time and our senses were somewhat dulled, there was still a big difference between fake and real. I was penetrated in three holes by the three of them at the same time, and soon I had another orgasm.

Two hours later, the third round of frenzy was over. Fake penises were inserted into our vaginas again, and the buttocks were tied back up. They rested, and we were forced to dance again. A lewd dance: hip twists, waist swaying, high kicks, splits. The only sounds in the warehouse were the slapping of our high heels on the floor and the jingling of our breast bells.

More than five hours passed, and we still hadn't heard the signal. Then, the rapists' fourth round began. Just as I was forced to stand with my legs spread and bent over, one guy behind me hugged my waist and penetrated my anus, while another grabbed my hair in front of me and shoved his large penis into my mouth, forcing me to perform oral sex, the signal rang. At that moment, I was about to climax, and I was hoping the guy behind me would thrust faster and harder!

Hearing the signal, the rapists froze for a moment. Without thinking, I bit down hard. The guy in front of me screamed and released his grip on my hair. I took advantage of the moment and tore his penis off, spraying blood all over my face. I felt nauseous and vomited. The guy behind me was still hugging my waist, unaware of what had happened. Seizing the opportunity, I desperately suppressed my nausea and delivered a powerful back kick to his forehead with my high heel. He screamed and released his grip. I quickly stepped forward, freeing my penis from his body. Then, with a spinning back kick, I struck him squarely in the temple. He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The third man couldn't believe his eyes. A woman who had just been a helpless victim of their rape and abuse had suddenly transformed into a murderous monster. He was terrified. I didn't dare to hesitate, fearing that if they regained their senses, I would be in trouble. A side kick sent the heel of my high heel piercing the third man's throat.

Seeing that I had subdued the three men, the fourth man came to his senses. He used his free hands and legs to fight me while picking up the rope that had been tied around our waists to use as a weapon, whipping me relentlessly. Because my hands were bound behind my back, I wasn't as agile as him, and his rope left my face and body covered in bloody welts. Finally, I seized the opportunity when he was caught off guard after one of his blows and couldn't reel in the rope. I kicked him hard in the waist, knocking him down. Seeing the situation was dire, he immediately lunged at my feet, grabbed my legs, and pulled me down as well. Then he climbed on top of me, trying to choke me. But as soon as he released my legs, I kicked him in the back. Then, with a strong thrust of my back, I yanked him off me and then choked him with my legs.

Finally, I had dealt with the fourth rapist. I slowly got up and saw that Sister Yi had also taken care of her four enemies, while Huihong and Xiaomei had each taken down three. Soon, we had dealt with all twelve rapists. It was the first time Huihong, Xiaomei, and I had killed anyone. Looking at the corpses on the ground, we couldn't help but vomit again.

Old Han came in. He picked up the rope and the gag from the ground, then draped a trench coat over us and took us back to the car. Old Han didn't say anything to us before driving away, leaving Coach Jin to handle the aftermath.

Back at the training base, Lao Han untied us and said, "You all passed this assessment. The fact that you were able to control your bodies, regain your composure, attack the enemy, and eliminate them immediately upon hearing the signal after being continuously raped for five or six hours and reaching orgasm proves that these two months of grueling training were worthwhile. Now, you'll have two days off, and we'll reconvene the day after tomorrow. After some more intensive training, we can head to Japan."

The holiday passed quickly, and we underwent another week of intensive training and two different assessments. Finally, we set off for Japan.
Postscript: After nearly three months of brutal training, we finally boarded a foreign cargo ship and went to Japan, successfully completing our mission. (The mission itself was much easier than our training.) Upon our return, we became official special agents. Ye Mei and I continued our studies while also working odd jobs. However, all three of us became addicted to bondage. So we begged Sister Yi to let us have Lao Han once a week. Actually, Sister Yi felt the same way, and given the friendship we had forged during training and missions, she readily agreed, letting us share her husband. So, whenever we had a vacation, we would gather at Sister Yi's villa to indulge in bondage. Our basic attire consisted of rope, a gag, a dildo, garters, stockings, and high heels. The most common bondage was the diamond bondage, where our hands were tied high behind our backs, a gag was stuffed in our mouths, a dildo was inserted into our vaginas, and we wore garters, stockings, and high heels. We would chase each other around the villa, using our bound hands to pull on the ropes binding others to increase the stimulation. Sometimes, we would take turns kneeling on the ground, sticking our buttocks up high, letting Lao Han penetrate our vaginas one by one from behind. However, our hands were always tied behind our backs and hung high. (Regardless of the method of binding: diamond bondage, back hand bondage, tortoise shell bondage, five-flower bondage, etc.) Sometimes when Lao Han wasn't around, we would use a dildo called a double-headed snake to comfort each other.

Later, another person joined us, the department's confidential secretary—Li Yan. It turned out that Li Yan had been acting strangely ever since the section chief gagged her. One summer Saturday after we returned from our mission, she went to Sister Yi's house alone, wanting to try it again. So, naturally, Lao Han tied her up like we were. However, this time she was dressed—a thin, white, short silk dress without a petticoat. Through the dress, you could see her white bra and white panties. After Lao Han tied her up, we all showed her what we looked like. Each of us was only wearing garter belts, stockings, and high heels. Not only was there a gag in our mouths, but we also had dildos inserted into our vaginas. The second time she came, she was exactly the same as us.

Sometimes, the six of us would go to the countryside. Usually, we went out at night, often wearing a thicker, long-sleeved dress, stuffing long, inflated balloons into the sleeves, and sewing the cuffs into the pockets. Because of the dim light at night, people often didn't easily notice the clues or realize we were bound with ropes. Then we got into off-road vehicles and continued our wild escapades in the wilderness and woods. This kind of crazy party continues to this day.

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