I was lured into a wager by a wealthy patron who promised me a massive cash reward. The condition was simple: if I could break free from the "Masked Man's" b*ndage and escape, the money was mine.

I was incredibly arrogant at the start. "What's the big deal?" I thought. "I'll just wiggle out and take the cash." L*ttle did I know, the wealthy patron was actually the Masked Man in disguise. He played me right from the start.

Part 1: The Trap My confidence vanished the moment the rope touched my skin. Over 300 meters of ultra-thin hemp rope were wound around my body, tightening until I couldn't move a single muscle. I was fitted with an electric shock collar and "Coyote" e-stim pads. "Try to run," he whispered. Every time I twitched, the collar activated. I was paralyzed by the current, unable to escape. Eventually, I was overwhelmed and dragged into the dungeon, writhing and twisting in vain.

Part 2: The Futile Escape I tried to escape again, navigating the labyrinth of the basement. I didn't know which floor I was on, but my gear made it impossible. To ensure I couldn't run, I was compelled to wear 14cm razor-thin stilettos and incredibly slippery, oily flesh-c*lored pantyhose. My feet slid inside the shoes; walking was a nightmare. I couldn't even make it up the stairs. The electric collar around my neck was the final seal—one wrong move, and I'd be floored by the shock.

Part 3: The Milking Rack I was caught. "Since you have the energy to run," the Masked Man said, "I'll have to drain it all out." I was hoisted onto a punishment rack. He brought out a handheld automated telescopic milking cup. "No! Please!" I shook my head frantically, wailing and begging for mercy, but the machine showed no pity. It clamped onto me and began its relentless work. The stimulation was unbearable. I was driven to the edge of madness, my body trembling in the ropes. The goal was to consume my stamina so I could never run again. In the end, I was milked c*mpletely dry, not a single drop left, weeping in despair as the silver liquid flowed, marking my total defeat.

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