The Secret Female Detective: Policewoman's Purgatory (Episodes 1-8)

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A sudden, urgent phone call jolted me awake from my dream, forcing me to leave my warm bed to answer it. It was
another murder case. I quickly dressed, ran downstairs, jumped into the police car that had just arrived to pick me up, and sped to the crime
scene .

The crime scene was in a grove of trees in a park. The victim was male, of medium build, dressed
casually with no fatal wounds, only a few red marks on his hands and ankles. This wasn't the primary crime scene; the only thing
that caught my attention was a magazine.

Back at the station, the captain told us, "You guys always say you don't get a chance, but this case is
yours now. Solve it as quickly as possible." We were overjoyed. Our group was all young, three men and two women,
the longest-serving officer with only three years of experience. We'd always been overlooked, and if we hadn't been short-handed,
we .

We huddled together to discuss the case, and quickly divided the tasks: Zhang and Wang
would go to the city police station to check the victim's fingerprints for a criminal record; Hei and Feicheng
would check the missing persons records at various police stations; and I would go check the magazine. Since it was still dark, I went home after they left to study
the magazine.

The cover was ordinary, featuring several beautiful women. When I opened the first page, I couldn't help but blush.
A curvaceous woman wearing pink lace lingerie was bound hand and foot, her mouth taped shut, and
her breasts slightly protruding... There must be something stuffed inside.

Turning the page, there was another similar photo, except the woman was wearing a tight black outfit,
her hands and feet bound together, her body arched, and a green ribbon in her mouth. There were over ten color pages, with content
similar to pages 1 and 2, including articles about men binding women, the feeling of women after being bound
, bondage, SM, and many other unfamiliar terms.

As a woman myself, seeing the comfortable expressions on these men's faces after being bound made me a little itchy. Could it
really feel that good? If I had the chance, I would definitely try it. Looking more closely at the magazine, I found
no ISBN, printing company, editor, or publisher, but on the last page, I found a phone number. After checking by phone,
all I knew was that the registered person was named Li Yanchun, and the address was No. 45, Lane 7, Xishan Road. I decided to visit alone at night. I got
dressed , but found my pistol at the police station, so I had to carry a fruit knife instead.

When I arrived at No. 45, it was about 3 a.m. I noticed a faint
light coming from the window, and two large wolfhounds in the yard staring at me with their blue eyes. It seemed impossible to sneak in. What should I do?
Suddenly, I saw the magazine in my hand, and an idea struck me—the light was on inside! So I casually rang
the doorbell. Someone quickly came out, and I waved the magazine in my hand. The person
opened the door without saying a word, and I went in, heading straight for the door.

Inside was a small square room. Just as I was about to walk in, the person behind me spoke: "What, forgot
the rules?" "Oh, right." Actually, I didn't know what the rules were, so I just pretended to read the magazine and stood
there. Then two men came up and started to take off my red jacket. I was startled and about to resist, but then I remembered that the women in the
magazine were only wearing underwear, so I let them do as they pleased.

Were they going to treat me like the women in the magazine...? A policewoman, alone in danger, with her hands and feet
bound, it must be quite a scenario, but I kind of wanted to be tied up quickly. Maybe I have a masochistic
complex deep down. I took off my jacket and jeans, revealing the yellow, tight-fitting nylon workout clothes I was wearing underneath (my nighttime outfit
for a secret infiltration). My curvaceous figure, snow-white skin, pretty face
, and sweet smile made the two men swallow hard; heaven knows what they were thinking.

They pulled out a bunch of ropes, picked out a short green one, and said, "This color
matches your clothes well." Then they put my hands behind my back, palms facing out, backs of hands together, and tied them
tightly with the short rope. It was tied very tightly, and I couldn't help but regret it. Looking at the pile of ropes on the ground, were they going to use them all
on …? I felt a surge of panic, but with my hands bound, it was too late for regrets.

Another rope was tied to my ankles, about 30 centimeters long in the middle, so I
could only take small steps forward. That's all? I felt a little disappointed. What was wrong with me? Then the two of them
pulled out another rope, wrapped it around my elbows, and pulled hard. I felt my arms tighten, pulling them together
, my shoulders pulled back in excruciating pain. At the same time, I had to straighten my chest and lift my head. My breasts, bound by my workout clothes, were almost spilling out,
making my already full breasts appear even more perky and alluring. So tight, so painful! Can you loosen it a little?

"What? Can't take it already? The real test is yet to come!" I blushed. I hadn't realized my
breasts were this big. At the same time, I felt a tightness in my arms, accompanied by an
equally intense pleasure. But my ordeal hadn't even begun.

The two men took out a small bag, pulled out a piece of silk cloth, and forced it into my mouth. I desperately tried
to pull away, struggling in terror. But my hands were already tightly bound; there was no
room to move. Soon, my mouth was completely full, the silk cloth seemingly reaching my throat. A red silk
strip was then tied around my mouth, preventing me from swallowing the cloth.

Then they took a long rope, folded it in half, wrapped it around both upper arms, then around the top of my breasts,
crossed it behind my back, then around the bottom of my breasts again, and tied it tightly behind my back. This constricted my breasts, making them protrude forward,
making them appear... Her breasts were exceptionally large. I felt a sharp pain, but all I could make were muffled sounds
, meaningless and even provocative.

The two men tightened their grip. They wrapped the remaining rope around my body again and again, making me feel as if I were wearing
a rope garment. Two more ropes were tied around my knees, one above and one below,
further restricting my movements. My delicate wrists were chafed raw by the rough ropes, and I was drenched in sweat. A knotted
rope was passed through my crotch, and the burly man pulled it up, pressing the knot tightly against my private parts.

Despite the training clothes and underwear, this virgin had never experienced such humiliation before, and I was overwhelmed
with shame. The rope was tied upwards to the rope around my wrists, further restricting my hands
. Every movement of my hand would pull on the knot at my private parts, and I felt the pleasure of the thin rope digging into my flesh, my face flushed.

"Alright, it's time to go." Two burly men shoved me, and I struggled to walk.
My body, touched by men multiple times, was unusually sensitive, and the stimulation in my lower body made each step difficult. Waves of pleasure surged
up , stimulating my entire body until it was numb and itchy, my body went limp, and I was wet with desire. My whole body felt an indescribable
heat and urge. If the burly men hadn't been supporting me, I would have collapsed to the ground by now.

Passing through the small hall and pushing open the door, my eyes lit up. What a magnificent hall! Exquisite

Persian carpets, elegant tableware, and a magnificent ceiling with glass lamps hanging from it, hundreds of
colorful lights emitting a soft glow. There were many people in the hall, many women, all with their hands bound, just like mine.
But the ways they were bound were all different: some had their hands above their heads and tied behind their backs; some had their hands in a W shape; some wore
iron shackles and leg irons. Their clothes were all different, but they were all either tight-fitting or close-fitting underwear, and some were even naked. As

soon as I entered the hall, everyone looked at me. I was very surprised. My clothes were no different from theirs,
so why did they look at me like that?

Two big men said, "A policeman has arrived." I was shocked. How did they know? I
didn't give anything away. But my mouth was blocked, and I could only make muffled sounds. What was even more terrible was that
I had no ability to resist.

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Last time, I mentioned that I lost the ability to resist, and the other party recognized me as a policeman.

In my muffled sounds, a gentleman came to me and lifted my chin with his hand to look at
me carefully. "Not bad! You're quite pretty." "Take me to my room." The two men pushed me hard, and my lower body
was even wetter. I could feel my underwear was soaked.

With each step, I was stimulated. I couldn't take it anymore. I really hoped that someone would fuck me hard so that I could really get my fill. I really wanted to shout to vent my mental torment, but I could only make muffled sounds
from my tightly blocked mouth . 　　After struggling up a dozen or so steps, I saw the scene in the entire hall. Although I was currently undergoing double torment, the scene in the hall still drew me in for a closer look. 　　The hall was large, but it was roughly divided into four areas in the four corners. One corner was the torture area (as I defined it), and it was also the most crowded. In that corner, a row of more than a dozen racks were filled with women. 　　Some women were bound hand-to-hand, legs spread apart and tied to either side, their bodies wrapped in ropes, with a leather belt around their mouths; others were strung up in a spread-eagle position, their bodies piled high with desserts; some had their hands tied behind their backs, only their heads pressed to the ground, their legs raised, and large, frightening clamps on their breasts; some were tied to a chair, hands behind their backs, legs spread apart and tied together at the ankles and thighs, their genitals exposed, with two thick black rods clearly visible inside; 　　still others had three women bound hand-to-hand and foot-to-foot, strung up side-by-side to form a mourning bed, while a man sat on smoking, reading a book, leisurely; in short, there were all sorts of forms, fully demonstrating the ingenuity of humankind . Others were similar, too numerous to describe. 　　One corner was a bar counter, another a movie area, the films shown were not detailed here. The last corner was probably an exhibition area, where each man had bound his woman into bizarre and varied ways, observing, commenting on, learning from, and showing off to each other. 　　What kind of world was this? What would become of me? I… I had lost control. 　　Finally, I arrived at my destination and collapsed to the ground. The limited space in my mouth made it difficult to breathe; I gasped for air to calm my rapidly pounding heart. 　　When I recovered slightly, I saw a woman lying not far away. She wore only a white silk blouse, her hands bound behind her back and connected to her feet, forcing her body into an arched shape. A small red plastic ball was in her mouth, tied behind her head with a belt. 　　A wide band covered her vulva, the ends connected to a belt around her waist, forming a T-shape. She kept rolling around, making muffled sounds, though they sounded somewhat hysterical. I was a little confused; her bindings weren't that heavy. Was she enjoying herself too much? 　　Just then, the gentleman came to me, and two burly men pulled me up. The gentleman said to me, "Do you know how your identity was exposed?" 　　I shook my head. "It's simple. There are always at least two people coming to my place, at least a man and a woman. And that magazine you're holding was something I left at the scene." 　　"Waaah..." 　　"Unexpected, isn't it! How did that man die? It's simple, he just had a heart attack from being too excited ." 　　"I never thought our first case would be like this, and it even dragged me into it." 　　"As for the phone number, it's useless. It's not evidence. I'll search your house thoroughly and create a fake crime scene, so you're just missing." 　　"Waaah..." 　　"Looks like you really want to talk. Don't worry, you have something to say. Did you see that woman? You'll soon find out why she's like this." 　　"Let her try it." 　　The two men led me to another room. Except for the ropes on my wrists and the gag in my mouth, all the other ropes were removed . I could finally relax. My whole body felt sore and numb from being bound, but after being untied, I felt lazy and relaxed . 　　Before I could even relax, two burly men appeared before me, grabbed my clothes, and ripped them off forcefully. A large piece of clothing came off, and I was shocked. What were they doing? "Ugh..." My whole body was numb and sore, and I didn't have the strength to struggle. After all, this was my first time being tied up, and my virginity was gone. 　　Soon, all my clothes were torn off, and all I could do was bend my legs to cover my private parts. The two men brought out something—three items connected by a white transparent plastic strip: First, what caught my eye was a semi-transparent white rubber rod, only slightly thinner than a child's arm, covered with bumps of various sizes; 　　not far from it was another white transparent rubber rod, radish-shaped, thin at the tip, gradually thickening towards the base, and then suddenly thinning again near the plastic strip, also covered with small bumps ; next to the large white prosthetic penis on the other side was another rubber rod, but thinner than a little finger.

Slightly longer than a little finger, the tips resembled scaled-down penises. These three rubber rods of varying thicknesses were
fixed at the base to a plastic strap. One end of the strap had a buckle, and the other end was a T-shaped band,
the ends looked no different from a regular belt. But I already had a bad feeling. That woman,
was that woman really like this…? I couldn't imagine.

Two burly men with lewd grins came up to me, grabbed me, and inserted the three rods into my three
holes . The rubber rods were very long, seemingly reaching the end of my uterus and rectum. There
was a sharp pain at the urethral opening as well; it seemed the thinner rubber rod had been deeply inserted into my urethra.

Now all three holes in my groin were filled, and the muscles in my lower body seemed to have lost control. My virginity
, my first time, was like this! It was this thick dildo that broke my hymen. My years
of fantasy, my years of longing, my years of pursuit, were all over.

When the rubber rod was fully inserted into my body, the two burly men pulled hard
on my thong, causing the crotch to sink into my flesh. The thong was woven into the waistband on both sides of my body, with a hole in the front
revealing , while the back completely exposed my buttocks. The pain in my lower body and the waves of wetness made me feel completely
broken.

I writhed in agony, wanting to groan loudly, but only able to let out low whimpers.
Oh God ! What is happening? What have I done?! Before I could even adjust to the three
foreign objects inserted into my body, the last two objects suddenly began to swell and enlarge, especially the anus, as if it were about to burst,
accompanied slight twisting and electric shocks. I twisted my body desperately a few more times, but the swelling in my lower body not only
did not lessen at all, but became more and more obvious.

Simultaneously, the two rubber dildos inserted into my vagina and anus throbbed, the various bumps on them
rubbing against my vagina and rectum, sending waves of pleasure through me, making me cry
out with a soft "woof." The plastic surface of the dildo was covered in small bumps, and with the thong on, it pressed precisely against
my clitoris.

Even the slightest movement, even a slight muscle contraction, would cause those bumps to make
intimate contact with my sensitive clitoris, making my body go limp and causing me to leak fluids. I was almost out of control, and a strong urge to defecate was
also stimulating me; a warm flow rushed towards my urethra, but the exit was completely blocked. Soon
, a throbbing sensation drove me even more frantically. I twisted and turned desperately, shaking my head violently, making whimpering
sounds. I couldn't take it anymore; the intense heat and urge made me curl up. I wanted to stand up, but
the feeling of both pain and pleasure made it impossible to stop.

"Time to get up, let's go see our master." Two burly men put another collar around my neck,
a thin, bright iron chain attached to it, and then pulled me up. I moved with difficulty, the inconvenience not only in
my feet , but also in my groin and my whole body. The men dragged me like a female dog, forcing me to lean forward and
walk slowly.

In this unbearable situation, I saw the gentleman again. The gentleman looked me up and down
several times, and I saw that he already had a man's reaction in his groin, which frightened me. The gentleman walked up to me,
placed his hands on my shoulders, and felt around my shoulders and the ropes binding me. He said, "I like you very much,
but I hate the police. What do you suggest?"

"Waaah... what is it? (Of course, it's what I think, and that's all I can do)."

"Take her to my bed."

It was another difficult road, but I hoped it would be very, very long, preferably without end.
The two burly men lifted me up forcefully and threw me onto the bed like a bundle. I rolled around on the bed, and as I
fell , the thick rods in my genitals stirred even more forcefully inside me. A mix of pain and itchiness, an indescribable
sensation, made me neither laugh nor cry, and my whimpers grew louder. Then

the gentleman arrived. Heaven knows what he was up to; he looked at me with a strange grin. He was only wearing white shorts,
but carrying a bag. He slowly opened the bag, barely suppressing his excitement, and took out
something that looked like a feather. I found it somewhat amusing; this excited him, but I had no idea that my new
nightmare was about to begin.

He gently placed it on my breast and began to rotate it. A wave of intense itching immediately
spread throughout my body. My first reaction was to shudder and try to pull away. But I forgot that I
wasn't free; not only was I completely bound, but I also had several deadly objects in my genitals.

Instantly, the stimulation over my entire body made me forget everything, my mind went blank, and I started to roll,
convulse, and moan incoherently, but the result was only an even stronger heat and urge. That bastard pounced on me, pinned me down,
and tied me tightly to the bed with belts—a frightening number of belts, more than twenty from head to toe, and my hair was also tied to
the headboard. I was completely powerless to resist, and this torment gave me a sensation I had never experienced before. I couldn't move my whole body,
what was next?

He took out a bunch of ice cubes from his bag and placed them around my breasts. The coldness made my breasts feel numb
, ah, so good, it was a lifesaver for me at that moment! Just as I closed my eyes to enjoy it, a sharp pain jolted
me awake from my sweet dream. It turned out that he was putting nipple rings on my nipples and welding the metal seams. The ice had
almost melted, and the nipple rings were getting hot from welding, the hot and cold sensations torturing my breasts.

Then he took out a leather waist brace from his bag and tightly tightened it around my waist. I was already having trouble breathing, and the
constriction made my chest feel even more constricted. In my panic, I couldn't catch my breath and fainted, but soon the pain woke me up.
I looked down and saw that he had used a needle to prick the base of my breast with a number 15, and then painted it red. He said
triumphantly , "You are my number 15 love slave. From today onwards, you will serve me."

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