Zhou Bohao coldly approached Qin Jiayun, dragging the helpless girl out of the white hospital room despite her fierce resistance. Unable to break free, she was pulled into a warehouse-like space next door, where a scene so lewd it left Qin Jiayun's mouth agape in shock.
A tall, slender girl with long limbs was tightly secured to an upright X-shaped stainless steel frame with handcuffs and shackles. Scattered around the frame were her black bra and panties, a pretty tank top, a casual shirt, and pink hot pants. Now, she was completely naked except for black thigh-high stockings and white canvas shoes, helplessly suspended in the air on the frame.
Qin Jiayun stared in shock at the girl before her. Her wavy, chestnut-brown hair framed a delicate and beautiful face, complete with cute little teeth and slightly upturned lips glistening with lip gloss. Above the faint black eyeshadow were large eyes that any girl would envy. This girl was none other than Zhang Ruiyu, the senior from the dance club who had disappeared two months ago.
Zhang Ruiyu had an electric vibrator inserted into her vagina, with the pubic hair around it completely shaved off, making her pale skin all the more glaring. Qin Jiayun could faintly see the vibrator buzzing between her flushed labia, with copious amounts of lewd fluid exaggeratedly secreting from her.
Zhang Ruiyu's fair, slender legs, fixed in place, were forced into an exaggerated M-shape by the vibrator's intense motions. Qin Jiayun could see her struggling to clamp her legs together, but under the high-speed vibrations, her efforts were utterly futile.
A transparent liquid slowly trickled down her enticingly pale thighs. Qin Jiayun was astonished by the sheer volume of fluid she was producing. Losing such a significant amount of moisture, Zhang Ruiyu must have been dehydrated, yet she still emitted low, animalistic moans of desire.
Her legs, clad in black thigh-high socks and white canvas shoes, twitched mechanically with the motor's operation. Despite being a member of the dance club, Zhang Ruiyu's slender legs were devoid of any excess fat, beautifully encased in the black silk thigh-highs. Qin Jiayun found it hard to reconcile the sight of this body in the throes of ecstasy with the lively, adorable girl she once knew.
Her slender waist seemed to exaggerate its movements in response to the vibrator, her fair, tender skin taut with a unique beauty, each twist and turn adding to her sensuality.
Zhang Ruiyu's wavy hair, reaching her chest, became disheveled from constant shaking. She resembled a dancer forced into rhythm by the vibrator, more like a remote-controlled toy than a living human being.
Qin Jiayun recalled seeing them preparing for the end-of-term club exhibition at the National Father Memorial Hall, where Zhang performed a sexy New Jazz, meticulously repeating each move. The juxtaposition of then and now, with only this body chasing orgasm in sight, made her dizzy.
A milking machine, typically used on cows, was attached to Zhang Ruiyu's proud, upright breasts, massaging and moving over them, white milk dripping out. The sight made Qin Jiayun nauseous, reminding her that humans are merely mammals, like cows, unable to escape their primal needs despite building vast civilizations.
Qin Jiayun noticed Zhang Ruiyu's eyes rolled back, unfocused and weak, devoid of the strength to think, yet her lower body continued to crave and respond, much like a female animal in heat nearing climax.
Meaningless moans escaped her throat, her body exuding a lewd scent, seemingly reveling in the sensation. Drool seeped from the gaps around the bell ball gag in her mouth, trailing down her chin in long strands. Drenched in sweat, saliva, milk, and her own fluids, her body reflected a lascivious image under the light.
Now, Zhang Ruiyu has been completely transformed into the ultimate plaything in the eyes of men, devoid of thought and solely seeking sexual liberation. Coupled with her naturally mature and beautiful appearance and sexy figure, and with such modifications—even her pubic and underarm hair shaved clean—she's the epitome of their desires.
"Darling, isn't this a beautiful sight?" Zhou Bohao's voice came from behind her, sending Qin Jiayun's mood plummeting to the depths. His almost mocking tone filled her with an inexplicable fear.
"What exactly do you want to do to me..." Qin Jiayun asked, her voice trembling.
"I've already told you, I run a toy factory. I specialize in kidnapping girls to transform them into sex toys, which I then sell at high prices," Zhou Bohao said with a smile. "And don't worry, you won't end up like your classmate. She was just a defective, discarded toy. But with perfect raw material like you, you're bound to become the finest flesh toy."