Google translated To improve Zhao Chan's physical abilities and train her into a useless female animal capable only of breathing waste gas, the Dong Group purchased the same torture package as Qian Ying from the Drug Tide organization.
The torture began even before the training started. Zhao Chan's hands were first roughly tied behind her back, and three leather straps made of composite materials were threaded through pre-drilled holes in her gloves and tightened behind her back. The golden tassels on her bra were replaced with sharp fishhooks; the slightest bump would cause the fishhooks to pierce her breasts, which were raised high by red ropes. Her jade feet were fitted with 15cm torture heels, the soles equipped with itching rollers that could be continuously applied with itching liquid and electric silver needles placed according to acupoints. The heels were deliberately designed as inverted triangles, with only one point of contact with the ground, making it extremely difficult to maintain balance and walk. A pair of beautiful legs, encased in form-fitting purple stockings, were secured at the knees with short sticks less than 40cm long, and the ankles were also locked with heavy iron handcuffs and connected by short chains.
After these restraints, Zhao Chan could barely stand. But this wasn't the end. The mature women escorting her first forcibly pried open Zhao Chan's mouth, then roughly pressed a black, heat-absorbing, and completely airtight mask with a nasal plug and a thick, long dildo inside onto her face. The nasal plug, containing particles and a built-in odor-emitting device, could intermittently deliver disgusting odors such as aphrodisiacs, semen, and feces and urine into her nasal cavity. The deep throat gag was custom-made to fit the shape of Zhao Chan's throat, allowing for remote control of the amount of oxygen she could breathe; today, before being inserted into Zhao Chan's mouth, the oxygen level had already been reduced to less than 40% of its normal level. After this series of smooth manipulations, Zhao Chan's right to breathe freely was completely taken away, and she had to endure the heavy-handed olfactory torture every moment. Finally, as usual, the mature women used a multi-functional, oversized toy to fill Zhao Chan's lower body, activated the brainwashing device disguised as a headdress, fastened a dog leash to her collar, and dragged and pulled this horny, moaning, and squirting magician dressed in a sexy ancient-style outfit towards the training room.
After deliberately taking a long detour, Zhao Chan was finally escorted to the training room. Viewers gradually flooded into the live stream, eager to see Zhao Chan's miserable state. Given that Zhao Chan's physical modifications and daily drug intake were far less than Qian Ying's, to improve the training effect, the Dong Group specially equipped the fully enclosed training room with a high-powered heater, continuously blowing hot air mixed with aphrodisiacs and itching powder, creating an unbearably hot and humid training environment for Zhao Chan. The belt to prevent Zhao Chan from losing her balance and falling was also part of the training room, securely fixed in the center of the room by four iron chains. The belt was still an inch smaller than Zhao Chan's waist, and it would shrink upon absorbing sweat. Made of a special material, the belt had no locking mechanism; any restraint required specialized equipment to stretch it open, insert the area to be restrained, and then slowly return the belt to its original shape. After forcing Zhao Chan to jump into the stretched belt using methods like hanging and whipping, she was again brought to orgasm by the electric shocks and tickling rollers on her feet. The escort team's mature women, who had wasted considerable time due to Zhao Chan's uncontrolled orgasms, finally lost their patience. They exchanged a knowing glance and removed the equipment used to stretch the belt. The waist cuffs instantly retracted, the rebound force of the composite material no less than a heavy hammer blow, landing squarely on Zhao Chan's slender, supple waist!
"Ughh ... From Zhao Chan's contorted expression, it was clear her stomach was churning with pain, her internal organs feeling as if they were being ripped apart. Unfortunately, the tight seal on her trachea and nasal cavity prevented her snot and vomit from escaping, forcing them to flow back up.
But time was of the essence, and delay would be severely punished!
"Eeeeeeeeeeeoo ... The vibrating dildo caused Zhao Chan's vomit, which she couldn't vomit, to move up and down in a piston-like motion, accompanied by her trembling, aroused expression. The comical scene drew laughter from the audience, and the live stream was flooded with gifts, further boosting the viewership.
While Zhao Chan was being tortured and dazed, the mature women escorting her had already quietly left the training room. The heavy arched door was closed and locked tightly. Outside, laughter and chatter filled the air; inside, Zhao Chan was alone in a suffocating, sweaty hell.
"Hehe, it's time to give this wretched female villain a little push~" In the control room, a white-haired loli in a gothic uniform chuckled as she pressed the button to start the training.
The torture show… no… the training has finally begun! Zhao Chan hadn't even recovered from the abdominal torture and kicks when the treadmill and heater started up. Unlike the gradual, incremental training of Qianying, the treadmill was set from the start for "fast running" at an inhumanly steep 30-degree angle.
"Ha...Ugh!" Having already adapted to the pleasure of the torture devices during her transport, Zhaochan could only frantically readjust her posture. The restraints on her knees and ankles forced her to run with a high-frequency, small-step gait, resulting in a laughable running posture. Each step in the torture-inducing high heels on her delicate feet amplified the electric shocks, and maintaining balance on the slope with the inverted triangular heels was a pipe dream. Unfortunately, the increasingly tighter, sweat-absorbing restraints around her waist reminded Zhaochan that even with a sprained ankle and a fracture, she had to complete the task.
Upon completing 50% of the total distance, Zhaochan received the instruction to shock herself 30 times: one shock for each step. If the countdown ended with 30 shocks, the remaining distance would be spared; otherwise, the most severe punishment would follow.
And what state is our masochistic magician in now? Zhao Chan was severely oxygen-deprived, her cheeks flushed. The brainwashing device, disguised as a headdress, emitted a lewd glow, taking the opportunity to inflict irreversible mental pollution on her. A thick, long vibrator was repeatedly thrust into her mouth; she could only breathe in a few drops of poor-quality oxygen mixed with a high concentration of aphrodisiacs, despite her best efforts. Sparks flew from the soles of her feet, and she was oblivious to the fishhook piercing her breasts. Her once lively green eyes were now filled only with lust, exhaustion, and despair.
Her body was drenched in sweat from the hot air, her long brown hair and purple gauze dress fluttering in the wind. From afar, she looked like a beautiful, aloof fairy, but in reality, she was a lowly female animal deserving only to be tormented by drugs and machines.
"Just run 30 steps in 10 seconds, and... umm?! Okay, okay... oh oh oh oh oh..." That was all she could think, unaware that the ambiguous command was the final straw designed by the Dong Group to break her.
"Oh dear, you've only run 31 steps? Didn't Chanchan hear the instructions clearly? Oh well, instructions are instructions~ Now, Chanchan will be subjected to extreme punishment~ All the equipment in the torture chamber will be activated in hidden modes~ Burn in the suffocating purgatory~"