The Story of Peony (from a classic SM novel)

The Story of Peony (Part 1)
The morning mist of spring, like white ribbons, drifted along the mountainside, making the small village atop the mountain appear quiet and mysterious.
In a farmhouse with blue brick tiles, lay a young man. Beside his pillow lay a holstered pistol and a pile of women's clothes. His name was Yang Wei.
The door to the next bedroom was locked.
He was already awake but wanted to lie on the kang (heated brick bed) for a while longer, as he was too sleepy.
These past few days, he had been wandering alone through these mountains in pursuit of two fugitives, a truly arduous task. Yesterday, he finally captured them. To prevent their escape, he stripped the suspects naked and locked them in the inner room.
With the clanking of chains, Yang Wei pushed open the inner room door and threw in a pile of clothes.
"Quickly get dressed and get ready to go!"
"Creak—"
The inner room door opened, and two slender girls emerged.
The taller one had long, flowing hair. She had a fair face with bright, dark eyes. One wore a black silk collarless top, a thin, shiny black leather belt around her waist, jeans, and high heels. She had a full bust and a firm, shapely bottom.
The other, slightly shorter, had long, black, curly hair that cascaded down her back. She had an oval face, a small mouth, thin eyebrows, and a pair of pleading eyes. The other wore a blood-red cashmere sweater, and a leather skirt clung tightly to her pert buttocks, her two shapely white legs gleaming beneath the shiny leather. Both women had clearly washed and put on makeup.
"Handcuffs or rope—"
Yang Wei sometimes showed tenderness, sometimes ruthless cruelty. He didn't know whether to "tenderly" or "ruthlessly" today.
Yang Wei thought for a moment and decided to use handcuffs first, then rope. He took out two pairs of handcuffs from his waist, gave a wicked smile, and squinted at the two beautiful female prisoners.
"Jeans" turned her back to Yang Wei, crossed her arms behind her back, glanced at him, and then lowered her head. "Leather Miniskirt" muttered something under her breath and turned her face away, her arms outstretched flat. Yang Wei glanced at "Jeans," then walked up to "Leather Miniskirt," handcuffed her right wrist, and twisted it forcefully with his right hand. "Leather Miniskirt" instinctively spun around and fell into Yang Wei's arms, her left arm being handcuffed by him. "Leather Miniskirt" groaned in pain. Yang Wei held her arms, staring blankly at her neck. He was starting to believe the saying that a woman's most beautiful feature is her neck. Her head was lowered, her small, curly hair framed a jade-white neck, delicate ears, and especially the area hidden behind her ears by fine hair—it was so tender, so beautiful.
Then Yang Wei handcuffed "Jeans'" hands behind her back as well. He squeezed "Jeans'" delicate, handcuffed hands, turned her around by her shoulders, brushed aside her long hair that covered her beautiful face, and gently lifted her chin with his index finger. Her red lips were tightly closed, her long eyelashes were shut, and her nostrils twitched slightly, seemingly excited. Yang Wei whistled, then released her.
He placed two exquisite handbags into his large backpack, slung his gun under his left arm, and put on his suit.
"Listen up, you two! Don't even think about playing that trick from yesterday. If anyone tries to struggle, resist, or even escape, I have plenty of ways to deal with them. Understand?" "
Leather Miniskirt" simply nodded slightly. Her eyes were filled with tears, looking pitiful. Perhaps Yang Wei had hurt her wrists when he handcuffed her, making her feel wronged. "Jeans," on the other hand, seemed indifferent, standing at ease, her long hair covering half her face, her eyes revealing an unwillingness to submit.
One was delicate, docile, and beautiful; the other was athletic, wild, and striking.
The warden had only told Yang Wei that two suspects had escaped to the mountains and that he was tasked with their capture. Since they were both women, only one of them needed to go. The mountains were high and the roads long, and Yang Wei thought it would be a tough job. But yesterday, when he caught the two women, he suddenly felt it was a wonderful opportunity. Two beautiful young women were at his disposal, to be processed, and trained. This kind of opportunity was rare, and he had to cherish it.
There were only a few people in the station. Each one was more ruthless and lewd than the last. They all had dirt on each other, so no one spoke out. Most of the female prisoners they caught were drug addicts or prostitutes. They wouldn't be released until they completed all their "education" courses. The courses included Japanese, Chinese, and European styles. Which courses they studied was determined by the instructors' preferences. Because the female prisoners had cases against them, they could be released or arrested at any time, so their "learning" attitude was generally very serious. Like captive prey, the women had little will to resist. Occasionally, a woman deemed virtuous was encountered, but she was hung up, whipped with a belt, bound with rope, and stripped naked, fitted with a specially made pencil skirt and shoes. Within half a day, she was completely submissive. These skirts and shoes were called "kneeling skirts" and "kneeling shoes." The "kneeling skirt" was simple: a leather skirt was turned inside out, covered with small thumbtacks using super glue, then turned back inside out, leaving no visible trace. The "kneeling shoes" were made similarly: a pair of large leather shoes, with thumbtacks glued into the soles. For disobedient women, the "kneeling skirt" was simply wrapped around them, belted, and the "kneeling shoes" tied, their hands handcuffed behind their backs with women's handcuffs. She couldn't stand, sit, lie down, or recline; she could only kneel upright. After a short while, she would be calling out "government," "boss," and "big brother" incessantly. After taking off her skirt, she collapsed to the ground.
The police chief was a lecherous scoundrel. There were two girls he had "educated," both very beautiful and seductive. They would often voluntarily return for "re-education" after being released. The chief enjoyed Japanese-style games, bondage, hanging upside down, wax dripping, and enemas, making the two women scream incessantly. Yang Wei usually envied them. How wonderful it would be if he could train these two pretty girls into his own toys. Thinking of this, Yang Wei was extremely excited.
Actually, doing these things was very safe. These women were eager to befriend the police, to have a "sworn brother." It would be good to have a way to get things done after committing a crime. Even if it got out, it wouldn't be a big deal. It was said that the police were not allowed to torture and extract confessions, but would these women confess without torture? If a woman who had been "educated" reported it, there was no need to worry. Who had ever seen a prostitute accuse someone of rape?
Before leaving, the chief gave Yang Wei a brief introduction to the case. These two women were suspected of being involved in a criminal gang case. One was named Li Ting, and the other was named Wen Li. Li Ting, a graduate of an arts school and skilled in martial arts, served as the gang leader's bodyguard. Wen Li, also an arts school graduate, possessed a sweet voice and sang well; she was the gang leader's secretary. In the underworld, they were known as "Black Peony" and "Red Peony." All the gang members had been apprehended, but these two women had managed to escape. The police chief ordered him to capture them as soon as possible. It took Yang Wei several days to finally capture them. He now realized that the slightly taller woman in jeans was Li Ting, and the one in the leather miniskirt was Wen Li.
Yang Wei escorted Li Ting and Wen Li out of the village. They encountered several villagers who watched them with suspicious eyes from afar. The spring sunshine was pleasant; the mountains were covered in fields of yellow rapeseed flowers, their fragrance carried on the breeze, and birds chirped occasionally in the roadside trees. It was a two-day journey to the city, so Yang Wei wasn't in a hurry, walking leisurely behind them. Yang Wei, feeling bored and looking for some amusement, was startled when Li Ting, who was walking ahead, suddenly started running. Yang Wei panicked and quickly chased after her, but after a few steps, he turned back and saw Wen Li running behind him. Which one should he chase? Wen Li was wearing a pencil skirt and couldn't run fast, so he'd chase her first. Yang Wei grabbed Wen Li and shoved her to chase after Li Ting. Because Wen Li couldn't run fast, Li Ting was getting further and further away. Yang Wei took out a rope from his backpack and tied it around Wen Li's knees, then started chasing Li Ting. Li Ting, after all, had studied dance and martial arts, so catching up wasn't easy. With her hands cuffed behind her back, Li Ting slowed down after running for a while, and was finally caught by Yang Wei in the rapeseed field. When Yang Wei brought Li Ting back, Wen Li was standing on the road, panting.
"Big brother, I won't run anymore," Wen Li pleaded.
"Stop talking nonsense, you two stand back to back!"
Yang Wei unlocked Wenli's handcuffs and handcuffed Wenli's left hand to Li Ting's right hand. Then he unlocked Li Ting's handcuffs and handcuffed Wenli's right hand to Li Ting's left hand. They were now handcuffed back-to-back. They could only walk side-by-side, each with one hand behind their back. This made running impossible; even walking without close proximity caused their hands to ache from the handcuffs.
"Go!"
The path ahead led through a peach grove.

(Peony Story (Part Two))
Arriving in the peach grove, "Stop!" Yang Wei said.
Wenli knelt under a peach tree, hugging the trunk with her hands handcuffed by Yang Wei. Li Ting's handcuffs were removed, and she stood under a peach tree.
"You, Yang, just kill me!" Li Ting said.
"Still not convinced? Show me your skills!"
Li Ting rubbed her sore wrists and threw a punch at Yang Wei. Yang Wei parried with his palm and then kicked out, which Li Ting dodged. Yang Wei threw a straight punch, but Li Ting sidestepped and executed a side kick, landing squarely on Yang Wei's right cheek. Yang Wei was startled; luckily, he had boxing experience and could withstand the blows, otherwise he would have been knocked down. Yang Wei thought that a few punches and kicks wouldn't be enough to subdue her, so he decided to spar with her for a while—that would be more exciting. Li Ting's legwork was excellent; she was skilled in whirlwind kicks, double kicks, spring kicks, and vertical sweeping kicks. However, being a dance major from an arts school, her movements, while graceful and elegant, lacked power. Yang Wei felt that a man would be captivated and moved just by watching her performance, let alone sparring with her. After a few exchanges, Li Ting's long fist technique was no match for Yang Wei's armed police grappling, and she was forced to kneel on the ground with her arms twisted behind her back. Li Ting twisted her body a few times but couldn't break free. She breathed heavily, her full breasts heaving, a few strands of hair tucking into her tightly closed lips, and beads of sweat appearing on her nose. The black silk blouse that had been fluttering in the wind clung to her body, making her breasts appear even larger and her waist even slimmer. Her head was lowered, her long hair falling from her shoulders to the ground, revealing her fair neck. She no longer had the strength to struggle. Once Li Ting had completely given up resisting, Yang Wei handcuffed one of her hands, which was twisted behind her back, and the other hand, which was brought around to the front and raised behind her head, was also handcuffed. Poor Li Ting was thus handcuffed in a "Su Qin carrying a sword" style. Her two hands had to be kept tightly together at all times, and if they loosened even slightly, the two thin blades on the edges of the handcuffs would cut her wrists. According to regulations, this method of handcuffing was not allowed on female prisoners, but it was the only way to deal with a woman like Li Ting. Next, it was time to deal with Wen Li.
When Wen Li saw Yang Wei walking towards her, she cried out in fright, "Brother Wei, spare me!" Yang Wei thought to himself, this little girl has a sweet tongue. Big Brother has changed to Brother Wei now. Brother Wei is not bad. I won't have to take American "Viagra" anymore. Using a key, Yang Wei unlocked the handcuffs on one of her wrists, helped her to her feet from the front, embraced her face-to-face, and re-cuffed her hands behind her back. He gently placed Wenli's head on his left shoulder, beginning to stroke her dark, curly hair, then her back, waist, and her handcuffed hands. Reaching the handcuffs, Yang Wei forcefully pulled them upwards, and Wenli let out a soft cry, naturally tilting her head back. Taking advantage of the moment, Yang Wei kissed her delicate, rosy lips, his hands beginning to caress the leather skirt on her buttocks. He kissed and caressed her, hopping a few steps. Suddenly, Yang Wei shoved Wenli to the ground, unlocked the handcuffs, quickly took a white rope from his backpack, tied Wenli's wrists behind her back, and pushed her down under a tall peach tree. He swung the remaining rope over a thick branch, pulled it downwards, and Wenli was immediately hoisted up. One end of the rope was tied to the tree trunk, the other end suspending Wenli's hands high above her head. Yang Wei broke off a branch laden with peach blossoms and held it in his mouth. He then rolled Wenli's short leather skirt up to her waist and began whipping her buttocks. Wenli writhed and cried out. Peach petals fluttered down from the tree as Wenli shook them… A lash of peach blossoms, a shower of falling petals.
Wenli was released. When the ropes were untied, she collapsed to the ground.
Li Ting remained kneeling, her gaze towards Yang Wei softening.
A picture of a courtesan carrying a sword, a heroine kneeling before a hero.
After resting for a while, Yang Wei decided it was time to set off.
"Hmph, since you two aren't behaving yourselves, I'll just have to change your clothes,"
Yang Wei said, unlocking Li Ting's handcuffs and helping her up. He took out a red rope from his backpack and began binding her. Li Ting was rather plump, so Yang Wei used a tight, elaborate binding.
"Big brother, no, Master! I surrender, I won't run away anymore!"
"Shut up!"
Two ropes crossed in front of her chest, descending from her shoulders and tying her back from her ribs. Three or four ropes were wrapped around her upper arms below her shoulders. There was a large knot at her back, from which five ropes branched off: two from the sides of her neck, two tied evenly to her arms, and one tied her forearms together at her back. The black, close-fitting clothes were bound with red ropes, a harmonious and beautiful sight. Li Ting, who had been silently accepting the bindings, finally spoke.
"Good Master! It's too tight, can you loosen it a bit?"
"Trying to fool me? Giving in like this? I'll make you suffer a bit."
But Yang Wei was secretly pleased. So, Big Brother is now calling me Master. He thought to himself, having a beautiful female disciple isn't bad. Master will not only teach you martial arts, but also bedroom skills; Master is truly first-rate in bed.
After being bound, Li Ting stood under the peach tree awaiting orders. Next, it was time to process Wen Li.
She was now kneeling, rubbing her buttocks, which were covered in red welts from being slapped. Yang Wei didn't want to tie her up until she passed out; a little decoration would suffice. Li Ting, on the other hand, had to be tied up tightly. Wen Li obediently stood up. Her brows were furrowed, tears streaming down her face, as she sobbed and rubbed her buttocks.
Yang Wei walked behind her, folded the white rope in half, and draped it around her neck. The rope passed under her armpits from her shoulders, wrapped around each arm seven or eight times, all the way to her wrists, and then tied her wrists together behind her back. He pulled the rope up, then through the rope behind her neck, and with a pull, Wen Li's bound hands were hoisted high. Finally, he tied a knot at the back of her neck. Her red top, decorated with the white rope, made Wen Li appear even more vibrant and delicate. She had been crying softly throughout the process of tying her up.
Yang Wei led the two bound girls on their way again.
Yang Wei recalled admiring peonies at Wangcheng Park in Luoyang that year. There was a very precious peony called Er Qiao, with some flowers being light red and others black (a very dark red). Today, these two women, one dressed in black and the other in red, if tied together, wouldn't they become Er Qiao Peonies? No wonder their nicknames were Black Peony and Red Peony. Thinking this, Yang Wei untied the excess rope from Wenli's back and tied it to Li Ting's back.
"Why are we chained together?" Li Ting said,
"If you two split up and run away again, which one should I chase?"
The mountain path was already difficult to walk on, and with their hands tied behind their backs, maintaining balance was even harder. Being chained together meant they had to look after each other, making their progress even slower. The uneven mountain path caused the two women's breasts to bounce as they walked, one step higher than the other. Soon, beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads. After
walking for a short while, Wenli squatted down, unwilling to go any further. She tossed her head back, brushing aside the hair that covered half her face.
"Brother Wei, I can't walk anymore! My hands are numb, untie me! I'll be a good girl!" Wenli said.
Yang Wei looked at her pitiful appearance and was somewhat tempted. But he still couldn't do it. If he untied the ropes, it would take them a lot of effort to escape. Besides, Yang Wei planned to gradually tame them until they wouldn't even think of escaping when they were untied.
"Get up! Don't try that on me!"
Wenli glared at Yang Wei, showing an expression that said, "I won't get up, let's see what you can do to me."
Li Ting twisted her body, trying to loosen her numb hands.
"You're not getting up? Then don't blame me for being impolite!"
Yang Wei took a thin bundle of nylon thread from his backpack and rolled up Wenli's red cashmere sweater, pushing her bra up as well, revealing her two firm and perky breasts.
"No! Don't! What are you doing?" Wenli exclaimed.
Yang Wei tied two ends of the thread to each of her nipples. When Yang Wei stood up, Wenli stood up as well. The little girl, of course, understood what he wanted to do.
"Will you be obedient?"
"Yes."
"Will you be good?"
"..."
Yang Wei gently tugged at the thread in his hand
. "Good, good, I'm good!" Wenli cried, tears welling up in her eyes
. And so, Yang Wei led Wenli and Li Ting on their way again.
A winding mountain path stretched down the mountain, and Yang Wei walked along the path with his hands behind his back, leading the two tightly bound girls.
"Selling women! Cheap and pretty!" Yang Wei shouted loudly with a laugh. The echoes reverberated in the empty valley. The two girls, their breasts heaving and their beautiful eyes pouting, were furious.
The two women were dragged along in a hurried, short stride. The peach blossoms and leaves were scattered after the rain, leaving them only panting and drenched in sweat.
In the valley lay another peach grove. The only sounds were birdsong and the gentle murmur of flowing water. Yang Wei thought how pleasant it would be to take a bath in this mountain stream.
"You two stand here and behave yourselves!" he said.
The two women looked utterly exhausted, too tired to run away.
Beyond the peach grove was a clear pool, beside which stood a large peach tree. Peach petals fell onto the water's surface. It was serene and beautiful.
They were led to the pool, and Yang Wei untied the silk threads and ropes.
"How about a bath?"
The two women slumped to the ground, silent.
Yang Wei began to undress them, and they didn't resist, obediently cooperating. In no time, they were stripped naked. Wenli's arms were marked with red rope marks, and Li Ting's cleavage was marked with a crisscrossing red mark. Looking at the red rope marks on their fair skin, Yang Wei felt a surge of pity. The two were handcuffed and pushed into the water. Once in the water, they became excited, playing and shouting.
Yang Wei thought, "What a beautiful scene, a peach blossom valley, a peach blossom forest, washing peach blossoms in a peach blossom pool."
Both their hands were cuffed in front, making washing the front of their bodies easier, but washing their backs was difficult.
"You two silly girls, wash each other's backs!"
Seeing them bathing in handcuffs, especially when they raised their hands to wash their necks, was truly beautiful! Restraint and freedom, tenderness and cruelty—extreme contradictions created ultimate beauty!
"Brother Wei, come down too! Li'er is waiting for you!" "
Master, let's bathe together!"
Yang Wei hid the key to the handcuffs and his pistol, stripped naked, and jumped into the water. A scene of one dragon playing with two phoenixes unfolded… Later, on the lawn by the pool, Yang Wei laid out a carpet and had another round of passionate lovemaking with the two women. Amidst erotic songs and soft, warm embraces, they were exhausted and collapsed onto the carpet, covered in semen, motionless.

The Story of Peony (Part Three)
Dusk had fallen, and in the pine forest at the mountain pass was a "Red Lantern Villa." The proprietress was a shrewd businesswoman, and her business was booming. Yang Wei had heard of this villa; it was said to be quite fun. The proprietress was an old woman, always smiling broadly.
"Boss, I'd like to stay," Yang Wei said.
"What are you doing here...?" The proprietress glanced at the two handcuffed girls behind him.
"I'm a policeman; I caught two fugitives."
The proprietress wasn't nervous at all, because policemen often came here; police and criminals were in cahoots, and police and prostitutes were in cahoots too!
"Young man, such beautiful girls, they're not fugitives! They're prostitutes, aren't they? How about selling them to me?"
"Alright! Being a human trafficker for a while wouldn't be bad!" Yang Wei turned back to the two women and said with a smile.
"You dare?" Wenli said.
"Sure!" Liting said
. "No joke, let's get a room," Yang Wei said. The landlady smiled and went to make arrangements.
"What kind of entertainment do we want to play tonight?"
"Whatever you say! We're yours now." The two said with smiles.
The villa was a large courtyard with two large red lanterns hanging at the entrance. The upstairs in the courtyard was brightly lit, and there was a gatehouse at the entrance with two pillars. The pillars were about the thickness of a cup and were made of two stainless steel pipes.
Yang Wei carried two ropes and led Liting and Wenli, who had been handcuffed, to the pillars in front of the building.
"Let you two cool off for a bit,"
they said, looking like they were at his mercy.
Wenli was tied to the pillar with her hands above her head, and the rope crossed in front of Liting's chest and wrapped around her arms, her hands wrapped tightly around the pillar. The two looked like they wanted to cry but couldn't.
"Boss lady, how about I arrange two free hostesses for you?"
"Okay, okay! Is this how you treat prisoners, young man?" the boss lady said
. "Yes! But they can only do advertising, not entertain guests!"
The mountain breeze was cool at night, and their hair was blown into disarray. The two women twisted their bodies, not intending to struggle, just wanting to be more comfortable. Li Ting wore a light green cheongsam, and Wen Li wore a pink cheongsam, both wearing high-heeled, thin leather shoes. Yang Wei had borrowed these clothes from the boss lady.
It was completely dark. More and more cars were arriving at the entrance of the resort. Guests came in in twos and threes. Seeing the two girls, one in red and one in green, tied to the steel pillars, they were all beaming with delight. Some went up to pinch their delicate cheeks, others touched their firm breasts. Li Ting and Wen Li simply frowned slightly, their eyes tightly closed, accepting the "admiration."

"What a beautiful face, miss!"
"Such long eyelashes! Are they fake?"
"Big brother will untie you, how about you keep me company?"
The two girls' red lips were slightly parted, their beautiful eyes half-closed, their breasts heaving, and they were panting softly.
"Boss lady, is this your new program?"
"No! A policeman just came and tied this up."
"A policeman? Probably a human trafficker! Ha-ha-!"
"Gentlemen, there are plenty of good programs inside, hurry up and go in!"
Yang Wei had disappeared, leaving these two girls to suffer here. Every time a few came in, he couldn't help but tease Li Ting and Wen Li.
At this moment, Yang Wei was upstairs "inspecting".
There were many rooms upstairs, and each room had a sign on the door. The names of the signs were very special, and you could roughly tell what the room was about at a glance. The names of the signs were changed all the time, and the content was always fresh. There were many karaoke bars and dance halls in the city, but they were all the same. Different girls, the same clothes, the same games. There was nothing fancy except singing, dancing and sex. The girls rarely wore sexy patent leather outfits or glittery clothes; they mostly wore shirts and trousers, and more revealing clothes like halter dresses and evening gowns were also rare. After observing for a while, Yang Wei thought they were a bunch of fools. The girls here were truly dedicated, and their attire was professional. The business here was booming because the proprietress had invented novel and unique programs, a first in China and leading the world, unique to this establishment. The programs here could create a romantic atmosphere and a sense of time and space for guests. Please see the signboard name—
"Yinxu Daji" – Decoration: Wooden beams and pillars, oil lamps and straw mats. Women's attire: Straw-woven skirt, straw-woven bra, long flowing hair, barefoot. Guest attire: Tiger or leopard skin apron, bare-chested. Activities: Self-made.
"Tang Dynasty Imperial Concubine" – Decoration: Tang Dynasty palace. Women's attire: Tang Dynasty palace maid attire, vibrant and colorful, cleavage visible, peony flowers in her hair. Guest attire: Tang Dynasty civil or military official attire. Activities: Listening to music, watching dances, drinking wine.
"Suzhou and Hangzhou Talented Women" – Decoration: Song Dynasty brothel. Women's attire: Courtesan attire, cloud-like hair, slender waist, long flowing skirt, holding a folding fan or round fan. Guest attire: Song Dynasty scholar attire. Activities: Tea tasting, listening to music, reciting poetry, painting.
"Western Bar Girls" – Decoration: French bar style. Women's attire: Evening gowns or sexy leather outfits; the girls here are specially selected for their fair skin, tall stature, and hair dyed gold, red, or blue. Guest attire: Suit and tie. Activities: Striptease, escort services.
"Future Goddess" – Decor: Spaceship cabin. Women's attire: Silver or gold spacesuit. Guest attire: Black or blue spacesuit. Activities: Training ballistics, gynecological examination.
"Starry Night" – Decor: Lobby carpet and sofa. Women's attire: Bra, panties, stockings, handcuffs on both wrists. Guest attire: Self-selected. Activities: Choose a key with different price tags, go to the lobby with a dozen or so girls, try to unlock the handcuffs. Take the girl whose handcuffs are unlocked to your private room.
The building has a basement with a relatively hidden entrance, separated from the outside by a thick iron door. A dim red light shines in the doorway, giving a dreamy and thrilling feeling. There is a computer keyboard next to the door. Customers here must be regulars; the table fee and tips for the girls are the highest. Entry requires the boss's permission and a password. Upon entering, guests must abide by the rules and not injure the women; otherwise, they will be heavily fined, as all the programs here involve sadomasochistic themes. It is said that the proprietress's backer is Director Hu of the Public Security Bureau, so guests are very disciplined. After entering the password, the thick iron door opens automatically, and the faint screams and moans of young women can be heard. Program:
"Dali Temple Women's Prison" – Decoration: A women's prison from the Qing Dynasty. Women's clothing: Manchu girl's attire. Guest attire: Soldier's uniform with the character "禁" (forbidden) on the front and back. Activities: Execution, torture, forced confessions.
The main feature here is allowing guests to use various classical Chinese instruments of torture. Main instruments include: handcuffs, shackles, neck cangues, iron cages, and prison carts. All instruments are made of thin stainless steel sheets, with a reflective, mirror-like effect, and are relatively lightweight. Two rectangular plates each have two semi-circular holes on their edges; the four semi-circles are joined together to shackle the female prisoner's hands and lock them with iron locks; this is the handcuff. The hand and foot cangues were larger, with four round holes for binding the female prisoner's wrists and ankles. A female prisoner wearing these cangues could only sit on the ground with her legs outstretched, her upper body bent forward, and her hands reaching for her toes – a very painful position. The neck cangue came in fixed and walking versions. The fixed version was a four-legged platform fixed to the ground. On the platform was a cangue board with a large round hole in the center and two smaller round holes on either side, binding the female prisoner's neck and wrists. The platform was about waist-high, so the female prisoner could only stand with a 90-degree bow; she couldn't squat, kneel, or straighten her back. The walking neck cangue came in two types: one binding both the neck and hands, and another binding only the neck with the hands chained. The walking cangues came in various shapes, including square, oval, butterfly, chrysanthemum, and carp. The carp-shaped cangue was the same as the one used in the opera *Su San Qi Jie*.
"Southern Song Dynasty Female General" – Decoration: Military camp tent. Female attire: Silver helmet and armor, hands bound behind her back. Guest attire: Jin Dynasty military general's uniform, brocade robe and felt hat, two sable tails hanging by her ears. Play: Torture, rape.
"Martial Arts Heroine" – Decoration: Buddhist hall, Guanyin seated, incense smoke swirling. Female attire: Black night clothes, carrying a sword. Guest attire: Martial arts training clothes. Play: Subdue the heroine with a broadsword, longsword, or bare hands, tie her to a large pillar; whip, tear her clothes, rape.
"Military Intelligence Flower" – Decoration: Torture room, iron hooks and chains hanging from the ceiling, ropes and whips on the walls, tiger bench and "X"-shaped execution rack inside. Female attire: Nationalist Army female lieutenant uniform, military green shirt and tie, military boots, boat-shaped hat, long wavy hair. Guest attire: Japanese officer's uniform. Gameplay: Execution, torture, rape.
"White-Collar Secretary" – Decor: Clerk's office, computer desk, computer chair. Female attire: Suit, shirt, tie, pencil skirt. Guest attire: Suit. Gameplay: Tie up the woman, method of tying up is optional, watch adult films together on the computer.
"Policewoman in Distress" – Decor: Warehouse, a luxury motorcycle. Female attire: Full police uniform, peaked cap, hands cuffed behind her back. Guest attire: Black leather suit, sunglasses. Gameplay: Cuff the policewoman to the motorcycle, insult and rape.
"Female Prisoner on Death Row" – Decor: Large iron cage. Female attire: Dress, handcuffs and shackles. Guest attire: Armed police uniform, submachine gun. Gameplay: Rape, binding before execution, rope chained to the feet, taken to the corridor for execution by firing squad.
Yang Wei was excited by the "inspection." He decided to calm himself down and then slowly play with the beauties he had brought.
Li Ting and Wen Li were finally freed, both extremely hungry and thirsty, and utterly exhausted. Yang Wei took them to the restaurant for a hearty meal. Back in their room, Yang Wei lay back on the Simmons mattress smoking, while Li Ting and Wen Li sat on the sofa drinking beverages.
"I'll be taking you two to the station tomorrow to report! What are you thinking?"
"Brother Wei, I'm already yours! How can you bear to let Li'er go to jail?"
"Master, no! I'll call you Boss! It's more comfortable for me that way. There aren't many men I'm interested in, and you're the best. Please let me go! I don't want to spend the best years of my life in prison."
"Li Ting, I heard your case is serious! You were involved in a murder."
"Boss, you believe those people? If something happens, they'll blame me, a weak woman!"
"Wen Li, your case isn't light either!"
"Brother Wei, nothing like that! I just do some secretarial work, the boss never takes me seriously. I've never done anything illegal!"
"I believe you two! I'll keep you here for now, and come back for you when things calm down. But how will you two repay me?"
Upon hearing this, the two women stood up from the sofa and knelt by the bed, their eyes filled with tears of gratitude.
"Brother Wei! Li'er's body and soul belong to you, and my life belongs to you too!" Wen Li said.
"Boss! Ting'er will always be with you. Do whatever you want, I won't complain!"
"Alright! Who told me to be so chivalrous!"
Yang Wei looked at the two girls kneeling on the ground with tears in their eyes, and a pang of pity rose in his heart. He planned to go back to the station alone first, claim that he hadn't caught them, and release them if they didn't commit any serious crimes. If their crimes were serious, he would come back and take them back. No one dared to joke with their heads!
Men have sweet words, gifts, fashionable clothes, and high-class displays to please women. As long as their material desires and vanity are satisfied, they will be obedient. Women, however, only have one way to please men: sex. When men hold the power of life and death, women become more docile than sheep waiting to be slaughtered, more begging than puppies. Now they won't run away, and they won't leave even if you try to drive them away!
After Yang Wei finished showering, he came out of the bathroom to find the two women reading Playboy magazine.
"You two go take a shower!"
"Yes, Brother Wei!"
"Yes, Boss!"
After they finished showering, Yang Wei had them put on their cheongsams and high heels. Li Ting wore her light green cheongsam, while Wen Li wore her pink one. The cheongsams were sleeveless, and the shimmering fabric accentuated their fair necks and arms. Having just showered, they looked like lotuses emerging from the water, even more radiant. Yang Wei then took out a rope from his large backpack.
"Are you still going to tie us up? We won't run away, and we won't leave even if you try to drive us away!" Li Ting said .
"Silly girl, don't you understand? Ropes are a woman's adornment. A woman who is tied up is more beautiful, possessing an extreme, poignant, tragic beauty. She's also more sexy, and it can arouse a man's primal urges."
Wen Li blinked her bright eyes, seemingly understanding yet not quite. Li Ting nodded. Since being captured by Yang Wei, bound and handcuffed along the way, she had experienced a feeling, a feeling she had never had before. Due to a woman's inherent passivity and shyness, she naturally wouldn't say it aloud. Whenever Yang Wei tied her up, she felt a strong desire, hoping to be tied up tighter, then tortured and violently raped. At first, she would involuntarily resist and struggle, but when she was exhausted, she felt a sense of security. Li Ting couldn't understand what her body really needed! Was it a desire to be tied up or an escape from being tied up?
Yang Wei, of course, understood. He knew that Li Ting appeared stubborn on the surface, belonging to the cold beauty type. But often, beneath the cold, aloof exterior lies a volcano of intense heat. Such women, once tamed, become more loyal and passionate. Many women fantasize about being raped; these women are generally passive at heart. It is precisely this passivity that prevents them from actively seducing men, while their physical sexual desires remain unfulfilled. This contradiction leads to their indifference towards men. Once this cold, glamorous outer armor is breached, they become helpless and completely collapse. Such women are most afraid of being called sluts. A man's forceful attack and violation provides them with a psychological excuse to avoid the embarrassment of actively throwing themselves at him. Yang Wei believes that binding a woman with rope is not the most skillful method; the most skillful method is to bind her without rope, with just a glance, a hint, binding her soul, making her actively beg for binding—that is true skill. Of course, this takes time.
The two women were beautifully bound while standing. Yang Wei used the traditional Chinese binding method: "multiple loops around the arms, hands behind the back, high binding." Each of them wore a black leather collar around their neck, studded with round metal nails, with metal chains attached. Finally, their eyes were blindfolded with black cloth strips. Yang Wei pulled them out of the room, holding the chains.
"Let's go! Let's take a walk in the hallway."
Because their hands were tied high behind their backs, crossed and bound, and they were wearing extremely high heels, the two women could only walk by lifting their buttocks and chests, almost feeling their way on their tiptoes.
Li Ting's eyes were blindfolded, and she couldn't see anything in the darkness. She heard several guests walking past her. She was terrified that the guests would touch or pinch her, because she was bound like this; there was no way she could resist or even dodge, and she would immediately fall if she tilted her body.

"Isn't this the doorman! Haha!"
"Would you like to keep your brother company later?"
Seeing that the two women were starting to struggle, Yang Wei led them back to his room.
"Wei-ge, stop playing around, Li-er is exhausted!" Wen-li said.
"Boss, let Ting-er and Li-er keep you company while you rest!" Li-ting said,
"Okay! Take off your clothes and come to bed!" Yang Wei turned the room lights down to a very soft tone.
Li-ting and Wen-li took off their cheongsams and kicked off their shoes as they came over.
"Take off your underwear too, and put on your high heels!" Yang Wei liked to have sex with girls who were completely naked except for their high heels.
Li-er and Ting-er used their mouths, hands, and breasts. They knew that to make a man remember you and fall in love with you, you had to make him ejaculate. Soon, Yang Wei's little brother was hard and erect. The two of them crawled side by side, kneeling and twisting their round buttocks, moaning and begging. Yang Wei took turns thrusting in and out. When he was thrusting into Li-ting, Wen-li shouted, "I want it! I want it! Give it to me!" When he was thrusting into Wen-li, Li-ting shouted again, "Boss, come quick! Punish me! Rape me!" Yang Wei was so busy that he didn't know which one to feed. Li Ting would sometimes groan softly, then suddenly jerk her head back, tossing her long, black hair behind her and moaning softly. Wen Li would sometimes slump her head onto the bed, then lift it up, her sweet little mouth crying out, "I'm going to die, I can't take it anymore!"
The frenzy subsided, leaving only panting. Li Ting and Wen Li's buttocks were covered in semen. The two were like peonies after the rain, drooping and crooked, lying motionless on the bed.
Yang Wei, with one on each side, slept soundly and deeply that night.
The morning air at the villa was clean and fresh. A faint floral fragrance drifted in through the window. Yang Wei opened his eyes, still lying in bed, unwilling to get up. Someone had opened the window. Yang Wei remembered that the window had been closed and the curtains drawn last night. The little beauty beside him was still sleeping peacefully, her breathing light and even. Yang Wei felt something was amiss, and turned his head to look. Wen Li was sleeping beside him, but Li Ting was gone!

The Story of Peony (Part Four)
Yang Wei was surprised to find Li Ting missing. He figured she couldn't have gone anywhere. He had promised not to bring them both to the station, and with the situation outside so tense, leaving would be even more dangerous—Li Ting surely knew that. Thinking this, he continued lying down. Last night was too crazy!
The door opened, and Li Ting walked in. She carried a plate filled with a sumptuous breakfast.
"Get up! You little sleepyhead!" Yang Wei nudged the sleeping Wen Li
to finish her breakfast. He told them he had to rush back to the station immediately, check the situation, and then come back for them.
He explained to the landlady that he had an urgent mission to apprehend a murderer in the mountains. He couldn't keep the two female prisoners with him and asked her to look after them temporarily for a few days. The landlady readily agreed.
The three of them arrived at the gate of the mountain villa.
"I've already told the landlady, you two just stay here and wait for me to come back!"
"Brother Wei, you can go without worry! Li'er is waiting for you."
"Boss, you must come back!" Li Ting said.
"Young man, you can go without worry! I'll keep a close eye on them." The landlady of the resort had also arrived at the door at some point.
"You're not allowed to do anything reckless!" Yang Wei said.
"Look at what you're saying, if even a single hair on their heads is missing, you'll hold me responsible!"
Yang Wei left the Red Lantern Resort. Along the way, he was a little worried about the two of them. He always felt that there was something indescribable about the landlady's smile.
That evening, Li Ting and Wen Li were watching TV and chatting in their room. The landlady hurriedly came in.
"Oh no! You need to hide. A police car has come into the yard, and several policemen are holding your photos and asking you questions." She said in a panic,
"How did they know we were here?" Li Ting said,
"I could tell that the young policeman wanted to release you. Maybe he went back and said he didn't catch you, so he sent a few more people to arrest you!"
"What should we do?" Wenli said
, "We're not in any big trouble, let them arrest us!" Li Ting said,
"I know what it's like to go in. They'll make trouble for you even if there's nothing wrong!" The landlady continued,
"What do you suggest we do?" Li Ting said to the landlady,
"It's because I'm soft-hearted. I can't just watch you two girls get arrested by the police!"
"Here's what we'll do! I'll take you two to a completely safe place. Hide for a bit, and come back when the police leave!"
"Okay!" Li Ting and Wenli
left through the back door of the villa. Li Ting and Wenli got into a small truck with a canopy, and the four men followed them in. One person got into the driver's seat and started the car, while three others climbed into the shed.
The car began to bump along the mountain road. Li Ting sensed something was wrong.Why were four men with the proprietress when she saw them off? The three men in the shed sat silently. Li Ting pounded on the driver's side window.

"What are you doing?" one of the men said
. "I need to relieve myself. Stop the car!" Li Ting said, and
the car stopped. Li Ting said to Wen Li, "You can relieve yourself too!"
"I don't need to!" Wen Li said.
Li Ting jumped out of the car, and the two men followed.
"What are you doing?" Li Ting asked .
"Hehe! Afraid you'll run away!"
Li Ting shouted to Wen Li in the car, "Wen Li, get out of the car!"
"Let me go!" Wen Li struggled. At this moment, Wen Li was tightly hugged around the waist by the man in the car and couldn't move.

"Get back in the car before I have to make a move!" one of the men said,
and the two men surrounded Li Ting from both sides. One of the men punched her chest with his right fist. Li Ting turned to the side, grabbed his wrist with her right hand, and supported his elbow with her left hand. With a twist of her right hand and a lift of her left hand, the man's right arm was twisted behind his back. Almost simultaneously, Li Ting kicked his right knee, and the man knelt on one knee. Just then, another man's punch reached behind her ear. Li Ting had no choice but to release the man she had restrained and turn to deal with the other. She parried the incoming punch with her right hand and chopped at the man's neck with her left, knocking him to the ground. The two men quickly got up.
"Quick—run!" one of the men shouted,
and the two turned and fled, jumping into the car.
The car started moving. Li Ting chased after the car, but a cloud of choking dust obscured her vision! Li Ting only heard a cry of "Sister Li! Help..."
Watching the receding headlights, the dark valley, where was the road, where was the cliff? Li Ting had no choice but to stop. She thought, "Wen-mei! You're in big trouble now! There's no way to save you."
Li Ting found a large rock, crouched down behind it, and waited for dawn...
She couldn't see anything in the carport, and Wen-li's heart was pounding in her throat. Something was stuffed into her mouth; the strong smell of sweat mixed with tobacco almost made her faint. She felt a man's arm tightly around her waist and arms, while another hand clumsily groped and pinched her breasts. The buttons were undone, her bra pushed up, and the man's fingers pinched her nipples, pulling and releasing them alternately, his hands moving, causing Wenli's breasts to bounce…
"Are you done yet! My turn!" a hoarse voice rang out in the darkness.
She was lifted up, and two other hands took her place. Just as she tried to use her free hands to remove something from her mouth, her hands were immediately twisted behind her back, a strong hand gripping her wrists tightly. She felt as if she were sitting between the man's thighs, his stiff beard pricking her delicate neck. She involuntarily bent forward, her scalp throbbing, and was forced to tilt her head back. A hand grabbed her hair and twisted it, forcing her head to the side. The hedgehog-like beard and the foul-smelling mouth attacked her smooth, delicate ears, cheeks, and jaw. The object in her mouth was suddenly pulled out. She had just taken a breath when she immediately closed her lips. A snake-like tongue licked and teased her warm lips. The snake hardened, pressing and ramming against her clenched teeth. She whimpered and struggled, her head shaking only slightly. A sharp pain shot through her scalp, as if it had been ripped off. At the same time, a sharp pain shot through her hands, which were clasped behind her back, and they were forcefully lifted up to almost touch her neck.
"Ah!" She only managed half a cry before the thick snake blocked the rest of the "ah" from her throat. The snake grew very, very long. She wanted to vomit but couldn't. A large snake was chasing, coiling, and forcing a struggling little snake to submit in the gentle cave.
"Give it to me!" Another voice came from the darkness as
the large snake retreated! She gasped for breath, almost suffocating. A pair of large hands grabbed her chest, and she was pulled into their arms. She was already feeling hot and itchy all over from the snake. Now her waist was bound again, a finger groping her private parts, circling, moving back and forth, trembling, pressing—. Her legs were tightly clamped together.
"Ah—!" She felt a piece of flesh being twisted off her inner thigh, and she had no choice but to slowly separate her legs. The finger continued its "dance," her breathing quickened, her body grew hotter, so hot she wanted to take off her clothes, but unfortunately, she couldn't move her arms at all. The spring began...!
She felt dizzy, her whole body weak. The finger left, she didn't know what it was doing. She lowered her head and breathed softly, she didn't know how else she would be tortured. The arms holding her loosened. She wanted to stand up, wanted to crawl away, but she couldn't move at all, her legs were no longer her own. Suddenly, her arms were gathered around her lower back by the man, lifted and brought together. A wide strap was wrapped around and bound her forearms behind her back, she felt it was a leather belt. She could only obediently sit between his thighs with her back to him, letting him bind her—. Suddenly, she felt a cool breeze on her buttocks, her slender waist was lifted up by two large hands, and then she was pressed down sharply.
"Ah—!" She felt as if she were sitting on a hot, upright, thick iron rod. This iron rod seemed to pierce her body from below. She was somewhat dazed, only feeling her body being thrown around, her long hair fluttering...

The Story of Peony (Part 5)
"Screech—" The sound of brakes startled Wenli awake from her slumber. A man was untying the ropes binding her. Only then did she realize that she had been tied up and curled up in the car shed at some point.
It was already noon, the sunlight in the mountains was bright, and the air was fresh. When she was helped out of the car, she found herself in a valley, surrounded by mountains. The car turned around and drove away, leaving behind a man in a police uniform, holding a rope in his hand.
"Head down! Hands behind your back!" the man shouted.
Wenli lowered her head, her arms outstretched like a penguin, waiting. The man unfurled the rope, folded it in half, and tied a loop at the connected end. The rope was then draped around her neck, then wrapped around her arms from her shoulders, seven or eight times on each side, until it reached her wrists. The two ends were joined together, passed through the loop behind her neck, and finally tied to the rope suspending her arms behind her back. Wenli's hands were now bound behind her back.
She was shoved away from the main road and onto a winding mountain path.
Wenli looked back at the man escorting her; his police cap was askew, his collar open, and he had a full beard, squinting as he followed her. She remembered the large snake in the carport last night.
After a night and most of the day of bumpy travel, she was exhausted! She didn't know where she was, or what this man intended to do to her. She only knew that this was a group of bad guys, and the proprietress of "Red Light Mountain Villa" was no good person.
Wildflowers bloomed in profusion, and the mountain path wound its way forward. The two walked at a leisurely pace. Wenli was both hungry and thirsty, and fragrant beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her arms were beginning to go numb; the tightly bound arms had no strength left. She now understood why people were always bound by their arms. Arms tightly bound with multiple loops of rope had poor blood circulation; after being bound, they would quickly become numb and swollen, rendering them powerless to resist!
Of course, she didn't know that this method of binding had another advantage. Because it didn't completely block blood flow, prolonged binding wouldn't cause arm disability. Binding only the wrists, if too loose, allowed for easy escape; if too tight, the hands would turn purple and blue over time, and if not loosened promptly, could lead to permanent necrosis. Therefore, when someone is bound for an extended period, either the wrists shouldn't be bound, or they shouldn't be bound too tightly. One relatively safe method of binding the wrists is similar to handcuffing. First, loosely wrap the rope around your wrists five or six times, then tighten the rope in a cross shape between your wrists. Once tied, it resembles handcuffs made of rope. Other methods of binding restrict and fix the upper and lower arms, making them unable to move or unable to move.
The two arrived at the courtyard of a family on the mountaintop. A large walnut tree stood there, its canopy covering the entire courtyard. Wenli had washed her face and eaten; it was almost dusk. The bearded man pulled the naked Wenli from the house into the courtyard and secured her to the walnut tree trunk with rope. The sun was barely visible on the western ridge. Suddenly, many men were gathered in the courtyard. The earthen wall of the courtyard was low, and behind it, many children peeked out, watching the spectacle. Wenli lowered her head under the many gazes; her arms and waist were bound to the tree trunk with several loops of thick hemp rope.
"Fellow villagers! Who wants this girl? She's from the city! Such a beautiful girl will surely give birth to a big, healthy son! Look at those breasts, and that face—she's more beautiful than any fairy in a New Year's painting!" the bearded man said, lifting Wenli's chin and addressing the crowd.
Wenli wished she could disappear into the ground! Tied naked to a tree, stared at by a group of greedy, rude eyes, and surrounded by laughing, pointing, and whispering children, her heart pounded. She endured the humiliation with her eyes closed, hoping it would end soon.
"Open your eyes!" the bearded man commanded, pinching her red nipple hard. She forced her eyes open in terror.
"Look how big these eyes are, how long the eyelashes are, and how white and bright this body is!"
"Whoever offers a good price can take her home as their wife!" the bearded man continued his advertisement. Wenli now understood her tragic fate! She had fallen into the hands of a group of human traffickers.
"Two thousand yuan!" one man said.
"Three thousand yuan!" another voice cried. They were auctioning off their prey.
"Three thousand and one yuan!" yet another voice cried, followed by a burst of laughter!
...
It was already dark, and even darker inside the house. The door was locked from the outside.
Wenli sat on the earthen bed. There was nothing on the kang (a heated brick bed) except a tattered reed mat
. Through the gaps in the walnut leaves at the window, she could see the light of an oil lamp shining from the opposite room. The occasional sounds of drinking games could be heard. Wenli was lost in thought. What happened to Li Ting? Had she been caught? Where was Yang Wei now? Would he come to rescue her? Thinking of Yang Wei, a warm feeling welled up inside her. Although she had only spent two or three days with him, she always felt he was a good person, kind to both her and Li Ting. He possessed a power that both frightened and was irresistible to women. He was a terrible man, yet also a wonderful one. A sadist, yet also a passionate lover. Yang Wei might not be able to find her anymore. Perhaps he had another woman, or perhaps Li Ting had gone to find him, and the two of them might be whispering sweet nothings to each other now! Thinking of this, Wenli felt a chill in her heart, and a string of tears rolled down her cheeks. She thought how foolish she had been. Last night in the car, Li Ting had reminded her to escape, but she hadn't understood. She truly regretted it.
Her clothes were changed several times, but she was still wearing the same bright red cashmere sweater and black leather skirt. She rested her head on her tucked-in knees, hugging her legs, feeling sleepy. She couldn't take it anymore; she had walked so many mountain paths with her hands tied behind her back, and the humiliation she had just experienced…
"Clang—clang—" The sound of chains being opened brought her back to reality. A bright flashlight beam blinded her.
"Get down and come with me!" a strange man said. A rope was still binding her arms and body many times. The man carried her to a two-wheeled cart (common in rural northern China) and pulled it out of the courtyard. The mountain night wind was cool, and Wenli shivered. She knew the man pulling the cart was her "husband," and she was now his "wife"! She wanted to escape, but she didn't have the strength, and besides, with her hands and feet bound like this, escape was impossible.
The cart stopped in a new courtyard. A crescent moon hung in the sky, its dim light allowing Wenli to vaguely make out a few earthen cave dwellings. A few barks from a corner of the courtyard startled her. The cart driver carried her to one of the cave dwellings, where a light was on. There was a kang (heated brick bed), covered with a thin cotton quilt, and two large red satin quilts at the head of the bed. An oil lamp flickered, and several pictures of beautiful movie stars adorned the walls.
The ropes binding her were untied, and the man locked the door without a word. The silence was eerie, unsettling; not a sound could be heard. Wenli stared at the lamp's flame, listening to her own breathing… The quilts were soft, seemingly new. Wenli pulled one over herself and fell asleep fully clothed.
For several days, Wenli had been locked in the cave dwelling. Whenever she went out into the courtyard, someone always followed her. The family consisted of two people: an old woman with white hair and a man in his forties. Wenli knew there was no way to escape. She didn't know where she was or which direction to flee in. She could only pretend to be obedient and wait for hope.
Now she had been dressed differently. She wore a bright red satin blouse, bright red trousers, and red embroidered shoes. Her head was covered by a red veil. She sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) with her knees bent to the side. A large red "double happiness" character was pasted on the wooden lattice window. More than a hundred people, men, women, and children, had come to the courtyard, making a lively scene. A dozen tables of food and drink filled the courtyard. Every now and then, someone would come in, laughing and pinching her body, lifting her veil, and touching her face. She could only silently endure it. The veil was lifted and then covered again, revealing unfamiliar faces and strange smiles. She couldn't resist, but when someone pinched her breasts, she instinctively twisted her body. Her ankles were bound together with red cloth strips, her hands were tied behind her back, and her mouth was completely gagged with a wad of white cloth.
In the days that followed, Wenli was constantly shackled and handcuffed by her "husband" during the day and raped at night. Her "husband" was so ugly that she always resisted at night, which resulted in him binding her with ropes and whipping her.
She tried to run away twice, but was caught before she could get very far. After being brought back, she was tortured even more severely and was not given food for several meals, leaving her terrified of hunger. Moreover, she couldn't run at all during the day with her shackles on. The villagers here were used to buying wives; if any woman ran away, the whole village would mobilize to arrest her.
At night, after her "husband" finished with his act, sometimes he would tie her up and hold her to sleep, and sometimes he would leave her untied if he felt like it. When she wasn't tied up, she really wanted to smash this disgusting "husband" to death, but she didn't dare; she was afraid the villagers would cut her into pieces and feed her to the dogs. The handcuffs were made of wood, similar to the shackles worn by prisoners in ancient times—a thick wooden board with two round holes in the middle. I heard there's a carpenter in the village who makes handcuffs, leg irons, collar cuffs, and even wooden cages. Her "husband" used a newly bought, shiny dog leash as a substitute for the leg irons, wrapping both ends around her ankles and locking them with two iron locks.
Wenli was almost in despair; she couldn't escape, and she couldn't die. Besides, she really didn't want to die; she was only twenty! Her biggest fear was what if she got pregnant? Would she have to give birth to an incredibly ugly child for this stinking man? She couldn't imagine…
Now, Wenli thought of almost nothing, and seemed to remember nothing. The physical stimulation and pain made her only feel that she wasn't dead yet…

The Story of Peony (Part Six)
That night, after Li Ting escaped from the truck at Red Lantern Villa, she waited in the mountains until dawn. She originally wanted to settle accounts with the landlady and then find Wenli. But she knew the villa was a den of wolves; it was easy to get in but hard to get out, so she gave up in the end.
I wonder how Yang Wei is doing? What were the police planning for her case? If they were still after her, going to see Yang Wei now would only cause him trouble, so she didn't go.
Later, Li Ting came to a small city and found a job as a security guard, which was a temporary means of making a living. Her workplace was a nightclub.
The boss was a big fat man, not very tall, looking like a giant balloon; people called him "Fat Boss." The boss had powerful connections, deeply entrenched in both the legal and illegal worlds. A few days ago, it was rumored that higher-ups were coming to this small city for a meeting, and the police had to clean up the environment; many small dance halls, nightclubs, and hair salons had all closed. But this place was still bustling with activity, business booming, with girls running all over the place at night, and customers coming in droves. "Fat Boss's" biggest headache was that it was often fully booked, and later customers left unhappy because there were no vacant rooms.
"Fat Boss" was perhaps tired of the flashy escorts, but he found the aloof and beautiful Li Ting particularly intriguing. He put a lot of effort into her, showering her with money, cars, and houses, but Li Ting politely declined each time. This only fueled his interest; he was captivated by the rare, youthful spirit in her eyes, while secretly furious at her repeated rejections. However, he didn't want to push too hard. If he did, Li Ting would quit and leave, affecting his business.
His proud innovation was having a beautiful female security guard stand at the nightclub entrance.
Men are complex; he becomes a gentleman when he sees a saintly woman, and a lecherous wolf when he sees a wanton woman. The customers were all very polite to Li Ting, and some even became her friends. Perhaps these men, when they went inside the nightclub to have sex with the women, would fantasize that the women were Li Ting. In any case, since Li Ting arrived, the nightclub's business had flourished considerably.
Tonight, Li Ting stood at the door, looking radiant in her green uniform, boat-shaped hat, and shiny black high-heeled boots. Her uniform was similar to that of female secretaries and spies in the Nationalist Army during the 1940s. It had been specially made for her by "Fat Boss." Girls who practiced martial arts were often bold and resolute, while those with an arts background were often quiet and delicate. Li Ting possessed both styles, giving her a rare and captivating aura that made men swoon.
Several men who looked like police officers entered the room with an air of nonchalance. After a while, someone came out and told Li Ting that "Fat Boss" wanted her to go to his office. In "Fat Boss's" office, Li Ting saw the same policemen sitting on the sofa.
"It's her!" Fat Boss pointed at Li Ting with a cigarette butt between his fingers and said,
"Please come with us!" Several policemen stood up and asked Li Ting,
"What's the matter?"
"You'll find out when we get to the station!"
Li Ting thought that the previous case might still be unresolved. Just as she was thinking about what to do, a policeman pulled out handcuffs and walked towards her. Li Ting clasped her hands together and slowly raised them.
The policeman never expected to be kicked so hard in the stomach. The other policemen were also taken aback, not expecting this young and beautiful woman to suddenly attack a policeman. Several policemen on the sofa immediately pounced on Li Ting.
Li Ting had already reached the door when a policeman blocked it ahead of her. Li Ting threw a left punch at the face of the policeman blocking the door, which he parried with his hand. Almost simultaneously, Li Ting threw a right punch and a left kick at him. He dodged the right punch by turning his head, but took a kick to the groin. The policeman squatted down, his back against the door, which blocked the door shut. Just as Li Ting tried to turn around, someone grabbed her waist, then several policemen restrained her arms.
She had heard her martial arts teacher say that when facing multiple opponents, one cannot be entangled in close combat; one must strike quickly and ruthlessly, taking them down one by one. Li Ting knew she was finished! The policemen showed her no mercy, pressing her to the ground. One grabbed her long hair tightly, while another straddled her waist, twisting her arms behind her back and handcuffing her wrists with gleaming silver stainless steel cuffs. She tried to struggle, but it was too late! Two policemen, each holding one arm, dragged her out of the office. Just before leaving the office, the first person she had kicked slapped her hard across the face.
The nightclub was crowded. Li Ting, dressed in a green "Nationalist Army uniform," was led down the stairs with her hands cuffed behind her back. The customers and hostesses watched her silently. The loud music stopped, and the colorful neon lights flashed. Li Ting held her head high, her steps light, walking out of the lobby as if no one else was there.
Watching Li Ting being taken away, "Fatty" stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, muttering to himself, "Serves you right for being disobedient! If I can't have you, I'll destroy you!"
It turned out the newly arrived police officers had told "Fatty" that this crackdown on prostitution had a quota, requiring him to hand over a few women. They said they usually supported his business, and now he had to support their work, otherwise his men wouldn't be able to meet their targets. When the police entered his office, "Fatty" was sulking about not being able to seduce Li Ting the previous night. He didn't know why he had handed her over, and now he felt a pang of regret. An indescribable sense of loss made him lie on the boss's chair, lost in thought.
Night fell. Li Ting was still wearing that security uniform that resembled that of a female officer in the Nationalist Army, her hands cuffed behind her back, her feet bound together with heavy leg irons only worn by death row inmates. She sat on the bare wooden bed, lost in thought.
She didn't know what charges they would bring against her in the previous cases. Actually, she hadn't directly participated in the boss's affairs; she merely served as his bodyguard. Although she was called a bodyguard, the boss always had several male bodyguards with him when he went out, and despite her excellent marksmanship, she was never issued a gun. The boss treated her like an ornament.

She regretted what happened today; she shouldn't have acted so impulsively. At least she would have been charged with resisting arrest, and it was hard to say how many months she would have been locked up.
When she was first taken to the police station, the police kicked her a few times, and her thighs and buttocks still ached. She thought about how she had come to work alone in another city, and in just a few years, she had encountered so much bad luck. The men she met were either unattractive to her, or those she liked treated her like a plaything; none of them truly loved her. Thinking of this, her eyes filled with tears. She didn't want the tears to fall, but she couldn't wipe them away with her hands, so she tilted her head back, and a few still rolled down her cheeks.
She thought of Yang Wei; she seemed to see something behind his eyes, but she wasn't sure. Adding to the previous prank Yang Wei played on her and Wenli, she couldn't completely trust him. However, she recalled the first time she saw Yang Wei, she had an unusual feeling, always wanting to look at him more. Being with him felt like having a fire beside her, making her feel warm all over and a sweet sensation in her heart. After being defeated by him in the peach blossom forest, she felt even more respect and dependence on him. Therefore, she always willingly allowed herself to be bound by him. Being bound gave her a sense of safe belonging. She knew her own personality; once completely conquered by a man, she would die for him.
She moved her wrists, the two thin blades on the handcuffs cutting like knives. She thought, if Yang Wei were handcuffing her like this, interrogating her and mocking her, the feeling would definitely be different. Unfortunately, he was probably dead somewhere now! Thinking about this, her eyes welled up with tears again. She drifted off to sleep. Several times in her dream, she tried to reach for something, but was awakened by the cold, stinging pain; she forgot that her hands were still handcuffed behind her back.
Daylight broke. A commotion erupted in the cell. The heavy cell door was flung open.
"Li Ting, cell number 69, come out!" a policewoman shouted.
The chains on Li Ting's feet rattled as they dragged across the iron threshold.
"Squat down!"
the policewoman commanded, then went to close the cell door. Li Ting squatted on the ground, thinking to herself, "Every time I step out of the cell, they order me to squat down. Isn't it to prevent me from being attacked by other prisoners when the police close the door? My hands are cuffed behind my back, and my feet are shackled. How could I possibly attack you?
" "Get up!"
the policewoman said, leading Li Ting down the stairs. Going down the stairs was difficult. If she walked too fast, she was afraid of falling. With shackles on her feet and her hands cuffed behind her back, a fall would be fatal, if not fatal. If she walked too slowly, she was afraid the policewoman would push her from behind. Because the chains on her feet were too short, she could only painfully move her feet one step at a time. With each step down, her ankles ached from the sharp rings of the shackles.
A group of brightly dressed girls stood in the courtyard. These girls were all very young and beautiful. Each of them had their hands cuffed to their sides with gleaming stainless steel handcuffs. Li Ting felt it was unfair; why was she the only one handcuffed behind her back, and then shackled on the ankles? Then it dawned on her—the police were giving her this special treatment because she knew martial arts.
Li Ting wore a leather jacket and jeans, and shiny black high heels. The morning breeze ruffled her long, flowing hair. Among the group of girls, she stood out—tall, elegant, and strikingly beautiful.
All the girls' handcuffs were removed. Li Ting had barely rubbed her numb wrists when a police rope was looped around her neck. Then her arms were bound behind her back, the ropes coming together at her wrists before being pulled tighter through the loops behind her neck. The other girls were also bound one by one, though they weren't strangled. Li Ting's hands were suspended high at the back of her leather jacket's collar, her arms aching. Lowering her hands slightly eased the pain, but the rope around her neck made it almost suffocating. She could only alleviate the pain by raising her hands as high as possible behind her back, puffing out her chest, and tilting her head back slightly.
Each female prisoner had a tag around her neck. Li Ting's tag read "Prostitute—Li Ting" in large characters. She felt extremely wronged, knowing she had been arrested as a prostitute. It must have been that despicable "Fat Boss" who framed her.
The bound female prisoners were loaded onto a large truck and driven out the gate.
A makeshift platform made of wooden planks was erected in the train station square, and all the prostitutes were brought onto it. Perhaps because there were too many female prisoners, two female police officers were assigned to each prisoner; there weren't enough female officers, so Li Ting was escorted by two very burly male officers. Li Ting wanted to lower her head, but the rope around her neck prevented her from doing so. She could only keep her gaze fixed on the tip of her nose, afraid to look into the distance. Every time she glanced into the distance, she couldn't bear the stares of the crowd and quickly looked away.
She could only hear people in the crowd occasionally saying: "prostitute," "ladies," "prostitution," "chicken," "whore," etc.
A leader from the judicial bureau was endlessly reading a report. It was nothing more than "anti-prostitution," "achievements," and "the general environment of reform and opening up"... Li Ting was starting to feel the strain; the rope was too tight, and because her leather jacket wasn't very breathable, she felt drenched in sweat!
The meeting finally ended. The female prisoners were then paraded through the streets on trucks. Li Ting was taken to the first car. The sign that read "Prostitute - Li Ting" was placed outside the car, and pedestrians on the street could clearly see the large sign on her chest and her pretty face. The car drove slowly, and some people followed the car to watch them. Li Ting was still in the same position, her full breasts held high, her chin slightly lowered. Her long hair was blown gently by the wind, and her originally fair face looked rosy. It wasn't because she was humiliated, but because of the rope around her neck...
She glanced at the crowd unintentionally, and her eyes suddenly lit up! It was too far away to see clearly. There was a person in the back of the crowd who looked a lot like Yang Wei. He wasn't wearing a police uniform, and a pretty girl next to him was talking to him. Li Ting opened her eyes wide to try to see clearly, but a stream of sweat flowed into her eyes, and she couldn't see anything...

The Story of Peony (Seven)
"Those two ran away long ago!" the owner of the Red Lantern Villa said to Yang Wei.
Yang Wei returned to the station and was entangled in affairs. Almost a month had passed in a flash. Today, he took some time to rush to the mountain villa at the mountain pass to pick up Wenli and Li Ting, but he didn't expect the landlady to say this to him!
"Young man! Don't blame me. I had people watching them the whole time, but they knocked out my security guard and disappeared!" (Li Family Courtyard)
"Where could they have gone?"
"I have no idea. Guarding prisoners isn't our job, but I kindly kept an eye on them for you out of kindness. Now I'm caught in the middle!"
"It's no use saying anything now that they've run away. I'll just catch them again!"
Yang Wei left the villa, intending to return to the city, but remembering the landlady's expression earlier, his professional intuition told him that she wasn't telling the truth. He decided to stay and investigate their whereabouts. He didn't want to take them back. He knew from the police chief that they weren't really in any serious trouble, and there was no need to issue a warrant for their arrest now. But he couldn't explain why he decided to stay and look for them. He just kept thinking about them over the past month, sometimes even dreaming about them. In his dreams, the two of them would come to him, like two adorable little sisters. Once, he dreamed that Wenli had a thick iron chain around her neck, being led by a fierce-looking man. Wenli struggled and cried out to him, "Brother Wei—save me!" Another time, he dreamed that Liting was bound hand and foot and kneeling on the ground, and an executioner was raising a large, menacing knife, aiming to cut her neck. Liting looked at him with tearful, mournful eyes, pleading for help.
Yang Wei tried everything, even using a bugging device. Finally, he figured it out: Wenli had been sold, and Liting's whereabouts were unknown. While at the police station, he often heard about human trafficking cases and knew the fate of the trafficked girls. He thought of his dreams and, not daring to delay, decided to go find Wenli immediately. He wanted to find her and then inquire about Liting's whereabouts.
After many hardships and twists and turns, Yang Wei finally arrived at the courtyard, which consisted of only a few earthen cave dwellings. There was no one in the courtyard. He went to the cave dwelling in the middle and listened, but there was no sound. Just as he turned to leave, he heard a crisp sound, like the metallic clang of chain links striking each other.
He tapped a hole in the window paper with his finger and looked into the cave. It was dark inside. He saw a woman curled up, lying on her side on the kang (a heated brick bed). Her feet were chained. Yang Wei found an iron fork, pried open the door latch, and pushed the door open. A musty smell hit him. He turned the woman's face and his eyes widened! It was Wen Li!
Wen Li opened her eyes, staring blankly at Yang Wei, without any expression.
"Hey! Don't you recognize me? I'm Yang Wei!"
Wen Li still looked at him indifferently. Yang Wei grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard. Wen Li removed Yang Wei's hands and lay back down on the kang. Yang Wei had no choice but to stand in front of the kang and quietly watch Wen Li. She had lost a lot of weight, making her eyes appear larger, her face paler, and devoid of any color. She was still wearing the same red cashmere sweater and shiny black leather skirt. She was barefoot, a long iron chain binding her ankles. Yang Wei stared, dumbfounded. He felt a pang of heartache; if he were lying alone in bed at that moment, he thought he would shed tears.
Wenli stirred, stretching her legs, the iron chains on her feet making a few crisp sounds. She turned to look at Yang Wei. Her eyes went from dull to bright, then to surprise. She looked Yang Wei up and down several times. Suddenly, she sat up, her eyes wide, panting, continuing to stare into Yang Wei's eyes. Finally, her eyes revealed joy. Seeing her bending her knees to sit up, Yang Wei quickly bent down to help her. Wenli threw herself into Yang Wei's arms, beginning to cry softly, the sobs growing louder until they became sobs. Yang Wei's shoulder was soaked with sweat…
By the time they left the courtyard, it was already dark. Yang Wei and Wen Li hurriedly fled out of the mountains. Yang Wei knew he was lucky to have rescued Wen Li. If Wen Li's "husband" were found, or if the villagers discovered them, they would be in big trouble! Even though Yang Wei was carrying a gun,
Wen Li was practically carried by him the whole way. The long period of imprisonment and abuse had left Wen Li's legs completely weak.
They arrived in the county town and found a guesthouse to stay in. Yang Wei bought Wen Li a suit: a beige fitted blazer and pencil skirt, and a pair of white high heels with very high heels. Wen Li loved these kinds of shoes, even though they weren't very comfortable for her.
A few days later, Wen Li had fully recovered her strength and was in much better spirits. She started laughing and talking again. Yang Wei was good at making up stories and telling jokes, always making her laugh so hard she was doubled over, breathless. Of course, sometimes he would also tell her some dirty jokes. What troubled Yang Wei was that Wenli always clung to him tightly during the day, pressing against him to prevent him from leaving, as if afraid he would suddenly disappear.
Yang Wei and Wenli stood on the train station platform. The station was small, and there were few people waiting for their trains. A light rain had just fallen the night before, making the air particularly fresh. A gentle breeze blew, causing Wenli's dark, wavy hair to rise and fall.
A beige suit made her look elegant, and her high-heeled shoes made her chest stand out even more. She liked to do one thing: first, she would tilt her head, then gently toss the hair that covered half her face, her eyes bright and focused as she looked at him. Wenli faced Yang Wei, their conversation neither too close nor too far. To onlookers, they would appear to be a couple in the throes of first love.
Yang Wei watched Wenli's hair-flipping movements with fascination. He thought the girl's movements were perfect! She casually lowered her head, then used it to complete the four movements of lifting, turning, flicking, and stopping. She managed to keep one side of her long hair still while the other side neatly fell behind her shoulder. It was truly amazing, so beautiful! The rhythm, the strength, the grace—it was like a poem!
The train arrived at the city station. The two of them walked out of the exit side by side. They saw a large meeting being held in the square, a scene rarely seen in recent years. Yang Wei saw a banner that read "Public Meeting to Deal with Prostitution and Solicitation," but he didn't want to look; he'd seen too many of these things. Wenli, however, seemed very interested; perhaps because she had been imprisoned for so long, everything seemed new and exciting to her.
"These girls are so pitiful! They don't rob, steal, or cheat; they don't harm or cheat anyone. Everything they do is consensual. Why arrest them? And why tie them up and parade them around? Besides, I only see prostitutes, not a single client!" Wenli said.
"Let me explain!" Yang Wei said .
"This is due to historical inertia. Sex in modern society has four functions: reproduction, affection, transaction, and entertainment. Historically, every nation has treated prostitutes with discrimination and slander, for one reason only: ineffective sexual activity. Because prostitutes' sexual activity is not for the purpose of reproduction. Historically, the top priority for every nation has been population growth; war, famine, and plague have had a huge impact on population numbers. But today, when population growth has become a disaster, are prostitutes still guilty? Before people's views were fully open, prostitutes provided society with the basic need for 'sexual partners.' In fact, marriage is also a kind of transaction. Purely emotional sex is highbrow, an ideal kingdom."
The two left the square, talking as they walked. A convoy parading a prostitute through the streets pulled up. The streets were instantly packed with people, and they had to stand at the back to watch the spectacle.
"Look who's that!" Wenli suddenly exclaimed. Several people around her turned to look at her, and she realized she'd been too loud. Yang Wei followed Wenli's finger and froze.
"My God, could it be her?" The woman looked so much like Li Ting!
"Look at that sign," Wenli whispered. The woman's sign read "Prostitute—Li Ting."
"Let's go take a closer look!" Yang Wei pulled Wenli through the crowd to the front. They saw Li Ting standing on the convoy, two male police officers on either side of her arms, her head slightly tilted back, eyes closed, chest puffed out, a white rope tightly pressing against her throat, the sign fluttering in the wind.
"Let's go!" Yang Wei said, pulling Wenli along. Wenli glanced back every now and then, her face filled with pity.
Li Ting sat on the wooden plank bed in her cell, which was completely bare. The headboard was made of heavy welded iron pipes. Her hands were still handcuffed, but now they were cuffed to her chest. The chain in the middle of the handcuffs pulled through the iron pipes, locking her to the headboard. Her feet were also cuffed to the ankles with the same restraints.
Li Ting only remembered that she couldn't hold on any longer at the meeting, she was sweating profusely, and finally she couldn't hear anything anymore. She only knew that she was helped off the table and into a car. When she saw Yang Wei, she thought it was a hallucination. If it was real, who was the pretty girl next to her? Yang Wei wouldn't remember her anymore; he already had someone else. Her eyes welled up with tears again. She had never shed tears in front of others, but these past few days, for some reason, she always felt sad secretly when she was alone.
A few days later, one morning, Li Ting's cell door opened.
"Li Ting, number 69, come out!" a policewoman ordered.
The police always said this, and hearing it always made her nervous; it never meant anything good. She was handcuffed to the bed like this every day, even at night, with the handcuffs only being removed for meals and to relieve herself. She moved her hands, making the chains clang against the steel pipe. The policewoman only remembered she was handcuffed to the headboard when she heard the sound and couldn't get out.
"You bitch! Women don't wear handcuffs, but you like to!" the policewoman said as she entered, unlocking the handcuffs. Li Ting got out of bed and stood up.
"Hands behind your head!"
Li Ting had no choice but to obey orders. She had already suffered enough from disobeying orders; sometimes, if she was a little slow and annoyed the officer, she would be severely punished. The policewoman pulled a pair of handcuffs from her belt, walked behind Li Ting, and first handcuffed one of her hands above her head, twisting it behind her back. Li Ting immediately put the other hand behind her back. After her hands were handcuffed, the policewoman pinched Li Ting's arm hard and cursed, "Slut!"
Li Ting was taken to the office. A man who appeared to be in charge sat behind a table, looking at another policewoman standing to one side. His gaze shifted to Li Ting, and he tilted his head slightly. The policewoman walked over and removed Li Ting's handcuffs and shackles.
"You can go! Don't blame me, I only found out recently. When you see Yang Wei, tell him Zhang Jian sends his regards!" the man said .
Li Ting stood still, and the man named Zhang Jian smiled at her.
"Go on! Someone's here to pick you up!" the policewoman said .
At the detention center entrance, Yang Wei and Wen Li waited for Li Ting to emerge. Yang Wei had used his social connections to find out that Li Ting had been arrested for prostitution and that she had fought with the police during her arrest. That was all, settled over a meal!
Li Ting emerged! She wore a shiny black leather jacket, faded jeans, and a travel bag slung over her shoulder.
"Sister Ting!" Wen Li called out excitedly. Li Ting looked at Wen Li with an intimate gaze. Then she walked up to Yang Wei. Yang Wei went to greet her and put his arm around her shoulder. Li Ting didn't say anything, but suddenly hugged Yang Wei's neck and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Hey! Hey! You two can't be intimate here!" Wen Li said
. Li Ting, with red eyes, let go of Yang Wei, turned her head and smiled at Wen Li.
The three of them got into a taxi and left the detention center.

The Story of Peony (8)
Yang Wei booked two rooms in a hotel. The three of them sat together and talked about their experiences. Before they knew it, it was evening.

"Li Ting has suffered these past few days! Get some rest and go to sleep early! I need to go to the club!" Yang Wei said.
The two of them were a little reluctant to part. After Yang Wei and Wen Li came out, Wen Li went into the guest room next door. Yang Wei went back to the detention center and saw that there was nothing to do, so he went back to the hotel.
He knocked on Wen Li's door, and Wen Li welcomed him in.
"Li Ting is still awake, right? Shall we go to her room and chat for a while?"
"Okay!" Wen Li said
. As soon as Yang Wei stepped out, Wen Li pushed the door shut.
"I'm not going, you go alone!" She only showed half her face and said,
"What's wrong?"
"My silly Wei-ge, don't you understand?"
"What's wrong? I really don't understand!"
"Sister Ting hasn't seen you in a long time, aren't you going to keep her company?" Wenli said, making a playful smile. After saying that, she closed the door.
"Wenli!" Yang Wei knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside. Yang Wei
stood at the door for a while, then turned around and knocked on Li Ting's door. He knocked a few times, but no one answered. He noticed that the door wasn't locked, so he gently pushed it open and went in.
Li Ting came out of the bathroom. A towel was wrapped high around her hair, and a bath towel was wrapped around her waist from her breasts. A pair of fair and delicate arms, one stretched from her chest to the side holding the bath towel, the other held behind her head to support the towel wrapped around her head, and two very elastic jade legs were exposed. The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and a pair of bright black eyes were staring straight at Yang Wei."Heh! You want to bewitch me?" "No!" Li Ting said sweetly.

Yang Wei's gaze was fixed on Li Ting. Wherever she went, Yang Wei's head followed.
"What happened to your arm?" Yang Wei said.
"Come and see!"
"How did you get these red marks?" Yang Wei saw many red marks on her upper and lower arms, one after another.
"It's from that day at the train station, when I was tied up too tightly. The marks haven't faded even after several days," Li Ting said pitifully.
Looking at Li Ting's heartbreaking appearance, and recalling that day, Yang Wei couldn't help but act impulsively. He pulled off his tie and threw it at Li Ting, then quickly began to undress. Li Ting looked at him calmly, smiling, seemingly quite pleased with her charm.
Yang Wei pounced on her, pinning her down on the soft bed, and tried to pull off her towel, but couldn't. Li Ting laughed and rolled over, and the towel fell off...
A dozen minutes later, Li Ting held up the tie from beside the pillow and handed it to Yang Wei. Taking advantage of Yang Wei's brief pause, she rolled over and knelt on the bed, her hands behind her back. She murmured, "Please! Tie me—tie me up! Quickly!—tie me up now!" Yang Wei skillfully bound her hands and embraced her smooth, plump buttocks…
"I'm going to float away!"
"Ha, ha, ha, I can't take it anymore!"
"I'm dying!"
"…"
Wenli pushed Yang Wei out of her room, feeling empty inside. She watched TV for a while, then turned it off. She slowly opened the door and tiptoed to Li Ting's door, hearing faint sounds inside. Her face flushed and her heart pounded. She pressed her ear to the door and listened for a while before returning to her room and locking the door.
She rummaged through her large suitcase and found a red satin sleeveless cheongsam and a white rope. She changed into the cheongsam, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to tie herself up with the rope. She draped the rope around her neck and wrapped it around her arms from under her armpits. First, she wrapped her left arm around her right arm, then her right arm around her left arm, and finally knelt in front of the dressing mirror
with her hands behind her back, staring blankly at herself. She would sometimes look up and gasp for breath, sometimes look down and moan… After a while, she took off her cheongsam, put on a three-piece sexy lingerie set, then put on high heels, and tightly bound a rope around her breasts many times, finally making a large knot at the end. She took another rope, folded it twice, and used it to pull at her crotch, one hand in front and the other behind. While looking at her swollen breasts, disheveled wavy black hair, and half-open, hazy, drunken eyes in the mirror, she sawed at herself with her hands. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and her hand movements became faster and more forceful.
"I can't take it anymore!" she murmured.
"Viagra! Please spare me!"
"I won't do it again! I, I, I can't take it anymore! Ha, ha, ha, ha—" She collapsed onto the carpet.
On the train platform, Yang Wei watched the train gradually disappear into the distance, reluctant to leave, only his trench coat fluttering in the wind.
Li Ting and Wen Li, feeling their case wasn't closed and fearing they would implicate Yang Wei, insisted on going south. Although Yang Wei wanted them to stay, he couldn't persuade them.
Once the train was out of sight, Yang Wei sighed, put on his sunglasses, and walked steadily towards the exit.
After arriving in a large southern city, Li Ting and Wen Li couldn't find satisfactory jobs. Many companies thought their college diplomas were too low. Their money was running out, and they were still unemployed, finding themselves in a predicament.
Just then, they encountered a former underworld boss who had worked for him. He couldn't stay in the northern city anymore and had come to the south. Because he had connections and money, he quickly established himself there.
The boss's nickname was "Old Black." Li Ting and Wen Li had no choice but to return to his side and work for him. Old Hei's methods were ruthless; he dealt in underworld business, but he was also very loyal and generous. Wenli worked in marketing, and Li Ting worked in customer service.
Old Hei had a secretary surnamed Tian, whom everyone in the company called Xiao Tian. One day, a local gang kidnapped Xiao Tian, intending to extort a large sum of money from Old Hei. Old Hei was unwilling to pay up or lose face. Just as he was in a state of panic, Li Ting said she could try to see if she could rescue her. Although Old Hei didn't believe she could do it, he had no better options and had to let her go.
Li Ting, wearing a leather jacket, stretchy pants, and high-top leather boots, carrying a briefcase, arrived at an abandoned workshop. She held her hands above her head while a man searched her, then opened the briefcase.
"Don't let things get ugly! Release our people! As for the money, you're asking for too much. Our boss can't raise it all at once, so this is just a token of our respect to you all!" Li Ting said
. "You think you can get rid of us brothers with this little bit of money? You're underestimating us!" A man who looked like a leader said,
"Your company is short of people, and Lao Hei actually sent a woman to negotiate?"
"Fine! I'll take the person, but he still wants to pay! Not a penny less!" He continued,
"Come on! Give this lady a good beating!"
A man came over and wrapped a rope around her wrists, which were clasped together in front of her abdomen, five or six times, tying a knot. Then he pushed her to a corner of the workshop. There was a control room on the second floor, with a railing outside. The railing was four or five meters high. Several men tied her legs together with a rope. The other end of the rope was swung over the round steel pipe of the railing and then pulled hard. Li Ting fell to the ground, headfirst, with the rope end tied to her calf. After hanging Li Ting upside down, the group went to the break room. As they left, a man gave her a push, causing Li Ting to sway back and forth in the air, her long hair trailing on the ground. Her hands only touched the ground when her body was at its lowest point.
As soon as Li Ting entered the workshop, she saw Xiao Tian, who was bound hand and foot in a corner, a white towel gagged at her. Xiao Tian had made a few muffled noises earlier, but now there was no sound. Li Ting was thankful that her hands were tied in front of her; if they were tied behind her back, escape would have been difficult. Because she was wearing leather boots, the ropes were tied outside the boots, so her ankles weren't in too much pain. However, the blood was flowing backward, and her head was throbbing. She knew that hanging upside down like this for too long would leave her weak, so she had to act quickly.
Seeing that there was no movement around her, Li Ting braced herself with her hands on the ground, took a breath, and curled her arms around herself, grabbing the rope binding her feet. Then, she used her teeth to bite open the knot, and her body fell to the ground, thankfully without making a loud noise. Sitting on the ground, she used her teeth to untie the ropes binding her hands, and finally untied the ropes binding her feet. She pulled a dagger from her boots and went to Xiaotian. Xiaotian's knots were tied too tightly, and she couldn't untie them immediately, so she had to cut the ropes with the dagger. She pulled Xiaotian and ran outside.
One evening, Lao Hei asked Wenli to accompany a big client to dinner at a hotel. She arrived at the hotel room but didn't see any client. Instead, she saw Lao Hei sitting on the sofa smoking.
"Go take a shower!" Lao Hei said with a stern face. Wenli had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom when Lao Hei
said, "Go change your clothes!"
Wenli picked up a large bag and went back to the bathroom. She opened the bag and was shocked! What were all these things? She had never used them before. Lao Hei had never let her use these things before. This wasn't the first time Wenli and Lao Hei had done this. Every time, he liked to spank her bottom, and she didn't dare to resist. She knew that if she couldn't satisfy him, Lao Hei was the kind of person who would do anything. Although she didn't like Old Black, she could only serve him cautiously, knowing in her heart that she was already his sex slave.
Wenli stood in front of the mirror, meticulously "arming" herself with pieces of jewelry, all made of smooth, shiny black plastic. First, she slipped on long gloves, up to her elbows. Then she put on a bra (two round bras with two holes in the middle), followed by a thong that clung tightly to her calves and buttocks. Next, she wore tall black leather boots and then a leather choker with small stainless steel rings around her neck. There was one more item—a round ball with many small holes—that she didn't know what it was for. She didn't dare ask Lao Hei, figuring it out herself. Finally, she figured it out. She opened her mouth wide, stuffed the ball in, and fastened the choker behind her neck. Wenli applied lipstick to her lips, making them a deep, bright red, and then tidied her long, wavy black hair. The final step, which she never skipped, was putting on shiny, thin chain shackles and handcuffs.
Wenli emerged from the bathroom with small steps. Old Hei sat on the sofa, fiddling with a shiny iron chain.
"Kneel down!" Old Hei whispered.
Wenli walked gently to him, bent her knees, and knelt between Old Hei's legs. Old Hei hooked her chin with his index finger, slowly lifted her head, looked into Wenli's bright and docile eyes, and leaned down to kiss her lips. Then he hooked one end of the chain onto the iron ring of the collar around Wenli's neck. He got up and pulled her to walk in circles on the carpet in the room. Wenli crawled, using her hands and knees to follow the chain. In Old Hei's hand, a leather whip appeared out of nowhere...
Another day, Wenli was reading the Southern Daily in her office, casually flipping through the newspaper.
"Li Ting! Come and see here!" she suddenly shouted
. Li Ting went over. There was a headline on the newspaper—"Police Release Prisoners, Become Prisoners Themselves"...

The Story of Peony (Nine)
Yang Wei Since Li Ting and Wenli left, he had devoted himself to his work, had no time to find other girls, and had no mood to do so. More than a month passed.
One day, the police chief called him into his office and told him that someone had reported him. The report claimed that during his last mission in the mountains, he had released two female prisoners he had captured at the Red Lantern Villa. Yang Wei replied that he had released them, and that the chief could decide what to do. This put the chief in a difficult position. The chief had no choice but to reluctantly charge Yang Wei with dereliction of duty and detain him in the police station's detention room pending investigation.
A week later, the chief came to see Yang Wei and said, "You're fine now! We found witnesses; the two escaped girls have turned themselves in!" Yang Wei was shocked!
By the time he rushed to the detention center, visiting hours had already passed.
After carefully questioning the chief, Yang Wei understood everything. He felt both resentful and grateful. He resented their foolishness; things would have been fine, but now they were in big trouble! He was grateful that they knew about his situation these past few days. Wasn't it obvious? They had come all this way to rescue him! He was puzzled as to why Li Ting and Wen Li were so loyal to him. How could they not have forgotten him after all this time?
The next day, Yang Wei rushed to the detention center, only to be told by his friend that he was too late! Wen Li and Li Ting had already been taken to the municipal bureau.
The crackdown on prostitution and illegal publications was not yet over. The leaders of the municipal bureau were anxious because the case involving organized crime was still unsolved. The judicial department was eager to close the case and intensified the interrogation of those arrested. Somehow, Li Ting and Wen Li were both identified as the main culprits and sentenced to death in the first instance. The case has now been reported to the High Court and is awaiting approval. Because Yang Wei's case was still pending, the warden instructed him to avoid the matter as much as possible. Therefore, he only met them once. He then learned that they had been tortured into confessing! At the same time, he learned from them that the ringleader of the organized crime case, Lao Hei, was in a city in the south.
Yang Wei explained the situation to the station chief, who sympathized with them but advised him not to waste his time, as the case had reached a point where he was powerless to help. Yang Wei truthfully recounted his experiences with them to the station chief, who was deeply moved. He told Yang Wei that if the ringleader could be apprehended, there was still hope for overturning the case. Finally, the station chief assigned Yang Wei an assistant to travel to the south.
Yang Wei rushed to a city in the south, sought cooperation from the local public security department, and quickly uncovered Lao Hei's background. Unable to wait for the local police to take action against Lao Hei, he took the evidence and Lao Hei's secretary, Xiao Tian, and hurriedly embarked on their journey home. Because Li Ting had saved Xiao Tian, Xiao Tian volunteered to go north with Yang Wei.
"Number 23, Li Ting, come out!" the policewoman ordered.
Li Ting dragged her heavy shackles out of the cell with difficulty. She held out her hands, her wrists locked.
"Wenli, number 24, come out!" Another command rang out
, and Wenli was also handcuffed, following behind Li Ting, her shackles slung over her shoulder as she slowly moved forward. The shackles were so heavy that both of them swayed as they walked. Armed police officers stood guard both upstairs and downstairs.
Several policewomen escorted them to the downstairs office and removed the shackles. Several male officers with grim faces came over and bound their arms behind their backs. Because they were binding death row inmates, the bindings were very tight, the ropes almost digging into their muscles. Li Ting groaned softly as she was bound, while Wenli's legs buckled and she almost knelt on the ground. Then, they tied their wrists together with red ribbons—a reinforcement measure only used on death row inmates. This way, their hands would soon lose sensation; even if they turned purple and necrotic after a while, it didn't matter, since they would be executed soon anyway! The male officers then took ropes and bound their legs tightly around their knees. This was to prevent the prisoner from losing control of their bladder due to fright during the execution. Next, their feet were tied together at the ankles with a thin rope, leaving a gap of about a foot between them. The final step was to make them stick out their tongues, which were then tightly bound at the base with a thin silk string. Once everything was secured, Wenli and Liting were unable to speak or move.
Several male police officers carrying submachine guns arrived, and two of them, along with one female death row inmate, dragged Liting and Wenli out of the office. Liting tripped over the rope on her feet, jumped quickly, and nearly fell, but was caught by an armed police officer holding her arm. Wenli, fearing she would trip, had to run because the officers were moving. The two were lifted onto a truck, and the back of the truck bed was closed. With sirens blaring, they drove to the execution ground. Wenli
wore a beige suit, and Liting wore a green suit. Two people were dragged from the vehicle and forced to kneel on the muddy ground. A long line of over a dozen prisoners were kneeling, awaiting execution. Li Ting and Wen Li knelt side-by-side.
Police officers were busy with something, occasionally running around.
Several reporters were busy taking pictures. One male reporter seemed particularly interested in the female condemned prisoners; he stood and squatted, repeatedly taking photos of the two from different angles. He even lifted their heads, parted their long hair, and snapped pictures of their faces for a while.
A jeep sped into the execution ground. Several policemen got out, one of them speaking to the captain of the execution team.
Wen Li was now in a daze. From the moment the death sentence was pronounced, she felt that everything she saw was like a shadow. She couldn't hear anything, just mechanically submitting to their will.
Li Ting's mind was still relatively clear. When her death sentence was announced, she shouted, "Innocent!" but no one paid any attention to her. After shouting for a while, she realized it was useless and stopped.
As she was being bound, she fantasized that she was being taken to a public trial. It wasn't until the car drove into the suburbs and she was forced to kneel on the ground that she realized she was about to die! At that moment, she almost fainted.
As she regained some consciousness, images of many people flashed through her mind. Some flashed by, some paused and then disappeared, seemingly disappearing behind her. Finally, only one shadow seemed to be right beside her, very close and clear. This shadow wouldn't leave, and she wouldn't let it leave either. Later, she remembered many things from her childhood. She thought it was like a dream, a hallucination; she wouldn't die, she was just in a dream, unable to wake up, and when the dream ended, everything would be over…
"Firing squad, prepare!" a voice shouted.
Li Ting lowered her head, her nerves pulling her back to reality. Her eyes widened, trying to stand and run, but she couldn't move. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her whole body was tense, her breath stopped, and her mind was blank…
"Ready—"
"Aim—"
"Fire!"
A deafening roar exploded in Li Ting's ears. She knew nothing more, no longer in light or darkness, no longer in time or space…
Yang Wei returned to the Municipal Public Security Bureau and submitted the materials to the bureau leaders. Xiao Tian gave a statement as a witness. The bureau leaders directly contacted the higher court. After the call, the leader told Yang Wei that the higher court needed to hold a meeting before making a decision, and the execution was scheduled for tomorrow; it seemed there was no time to spare! The termination of the death penalty was solely decided by the higher court.
Yang Wei didn't sleep a wink that night. The next day, before dawn, he rushed to the Municipal Public Security Bureau to await the result. He waited until half an hour before the execution, but still hadn't received a reply from the higher court. Yang Wei was utterly disappointed! She just wanted to see them one last time. He drove his car straight to the execution ground.
When they arrived at the execution ground, there were only two minutes left before the execution! He had just said a few words to the head of the criminal investigation team when the captain's phone rang!
After answering the call, he said to Yang Wei, "This is the first time I've encountered something like this!"
"Who called? What did they say?" Yang Wei asked anxiously.
"We'll talk about it later!" the captain said.
Less than a minute later, the captain's phone rang again. After answering the call, the captain said to Yang Wei, "It's alright! Wait for me!" and then ran towards the execution team.
Later, Yang Wei learned that the first phone call the execution team leader received at the execution ground was from a judge from the High Court. The judge said on the phone, "I am a judge from the Supreme People's Court. My name is Zhang Zheng. The death sentences of Li Ting and Wen Li have been terminated. Your bureau chief will contact you in a little while! Keep your phone on!" The second call, of course, was from the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
After the retrial of Li Ting and Wen Li's case, they could have been acquitted. However, some people in the municipal bureau were afraid that the system of holding those responsible for wrongful convictions accountable would affect their performance records, and the lower-level investigators were even more afraid of being accused of obtaining confessions through torture. Therefore, the reversal of the verdict was not surprising. Their main crime was participating in an organized crime syndicate. Wenli was sentenced to one year,
and Li Ting was sentenced to two years. Yang Wei later learned that Wenli had a good attitude in admitting her guilt, while Li Ting had consistently refused to confess and was disobedient to discipline, so she was given a heavier sentence. Yang Wei went to the city's No. 1 Detention Center to wait for Wenli and Li Ting, who were being taken to prison. The sky was overcast,
and the wind was cold. A prison van was parked at the entrance of the detention center. Yang Wei waited quietly by himself. The door opened, and Li Ting and Wenli were brought out. Both of them were wearing thin shirts and skirts. Wenli was only wearing shiny women's handcuffs; Li Ting, however, was tightly bound and had shackles on her feet. Seeing them come out, Yang Wei went to greet them. He thought to himself, these people have gone too far! Yang Wei asked a policeman
, "Officer Yang, it's not that we don't respect you, but Li Ting is just too much! She's really infuriating our station chief!" The man said that
Li Ting looked at Yang Wei as if she had a thousand words to say, but she didn't say a word, her two big, dark, bright eyes staring deeply at him.
"Brother Wei, a year or two will pass quickly! Remember to come and see us!" Wen Li said, smiling at Yang Wei with a smile that was very captivating.
"Get in the car quickly!" The policeman urged
the two of them to walk towards the prison van. When Li Ting turned around, her eyes were filled with tears. Wen Li wiped away her tears with her handcuffed hands as she walked. Yang Wei watched Li Ting's hands, tied high behind her back, and Wen Li's back as she was pushed and shoved as she walked, until the prison van door closed. He stood there, motionless, pointing at the departing prison van.
The sky darkened, the wind stopped at some point, and a light rain began to fall.
At this moment, Yang Wei felt like crying, and also like shouting a few times. He stood in the rain for a long time, facing the direction the prison van had driven away, feeling as if his soul had gone with it.
Only the unseen raindrops and the audible sound of rain could be heard…
During Li Ting and Wen Li's imprisonment, Yang Wei visited them every day off.
A year later, Wen Li was released, and Yang Wei, no longer wanting to be a policeman, started his own company with Wen Li, venturing into the business world. Yang Wei was insightful and loyal, and with Wen Li's attentiveness and shrewdness, the company's business grew rapidly.
For nearly a year afterward, no matter how busy he was, Yang Wei always made a long journey to see Li Ting once a week. Initially, he took Wen Li with him, but later, with so much business, Wen Li stayed behind to handle all the company affairs, and Yang Wei went alone.
Later, when Yang Wei drove to see Li Ting, for some reason, Li Ting refused to see him. Despite never seeing Li Ting, Yang Wei still went to the prison every week to inquire about her situation, hoping to see her each time. However, the prison staff always told him that Li Ting refused to see anyone. He would park his car at the prison gate, ponder his thoughts, take a nap, and then drive back. He always slept soundly and deeply in the car, though he didn't know why. Perhaps it was the peace and quiet, perhaps it was the escape from the chaos of business, or perhaps it was—like Napoleon's first night back in France after Moscow at Desiree's place. Each time he went, he never saw Li Ting. He would then make up stories for Wen Li, telling her about Li Ting, which Wen Li always enjoyed listening to.
Shortly before Li Ting's release, Yang Wei suddenly stopped his weekly prison visits, which he had maintained for nearly two years. Although Li Ting refused to see him each time, she knew he had come. After her release, Li Ting never found out the whereabouts of Yang Wei and Wen Li.
Li Ting later went to another city and worked in marketing for a company. Although she rarely tried to ingratiate herself with clients, they trusted her, and her performance was excellent.
One day, Li Ting was assigned by her boss to discuss a deal at a large company. When she arrived, the secretary said, "Our general manager is waiting for you inside!"
Behind the luxurious boss's desk, a man was reading a newspaper. When the man put down the newspaper that was covering his face, Li Ting was stunned!
She had heard that Yang Wei later bought a villa, a very large and luxurious one. In the villa's garden, only one type of flower was planted, a peony, called—"Er Qiao" (Two Qiaos).

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