[單圖講故事]內衣店羞恥

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「雅菲赤裸著雪白的胴體，被兩名身著「調教司」製服的憲兵押進這間燈光曖昧的內衣店。她的手腕被冰涼的手銬銬在身前，金屬邊緣深深勒進細嫩的肌膚，發出清脆的叮當聲；而腳踝處，那副沈重的腳鐐更是殘忍地纏繞著一層肉色的絲襪——這是大明調教司對女犯最後的「仁慈」，柔滑的絲襪墊在腳踝與冷硬鐵環之間，避免鐐銬磨破她那雙曾經養尊處優的玉踝，卻也讓金屬與絲襪摩擦時發出一種淫靡的窸窣聲，每一步都像在提醒她如今的身份：被剝奪一切的名媛囚奴。

她僅穿一條薄得近乎透明的粉色蕾絲小內褲，濕痕早已在襠部暈開，飽滿的陰唇輪廓在布料下呼之欲出，隨著她被迫小步挪動的羞恥步伐輕輕顫抖。腳上那雙Christian Dior的Dway涼拖更是荒誕的淫艷點綴——柔軟的帆布鞋面繡著典雅的字母，十根塗著艷紅蔻丹的腳趾毫無遮掩地裸露在外，腳背被迫因為涼拖的平底而微微前傾，腳踝處的絲襪與腳鐐在燈光下泛著潮濕的光澤，仿佛在嘲笑她曾經的名媛身份，如今卻只能穿著最昂貴的「囚鞋」被押到這裏，像貨物一樣挑選內衣。

「挑吧，賤奴。」左邊的調教司憲兵冷笑一聲，將一條紫色鏤空蕾絲內褲在她面前晃蕩，「上面說了，你這前名媛以後每天都要換不同的騷內內伺候男人，先試試這件，看看你那騷穴能不能把這點布料撐開。」

雅菲的臉瞬間燒得通紅，淚水在眼眶裏打轉，卻不敢反抗。那條粉色蕾絲內褲——布料少得可憐，前片僅僅是一朵鏤空的花形，剛好罩住她腫脹充血的陰唇，後面的細帶直接陷入臀縫，幾乎等於赤裸。而她那套著腳鐐的腳踝，因為Dway涼拖的平底而被迫踮起腳尖，小腿肌肉繃出誘人的弧線，腳鐐的重量讓每一秒都像在展示她徹底被馴服的囚奴姿態。

店內女店員站在櫃臺後，面無表情地看著這一切，櫃臺上的電子屏冷冰冰地跳動著今日結賬數字——0000，而櫃臺上刻著：

「大明調教司女犯內衣采購專用櫃臺」

從今往後，這位曾經的名媛連名字都不配擁有，只剩下一具供人挑選內衣、隨時可以被撕開的肉體。」

Yafei stood completely naked save for her snow-white skin, escorted into the dimly lit, perfumed lingerie boutique by two stern guards in the crimson-and-black uniforms of the Great Ming Discipline Bureau. Cold steel handcuffs locked her slender wrists together in front of her, the metal biting deep into her delicate flesh with every tiny movement, ringing out crisp metallic clinks. Around her ankles, heavy iron fetters were wrapped with a thin layer of sheer nude stockings—the Bureau’s last mocking “mercy” toward female prisoners. The silky nylon cushioned her pampered ankles from the brutal bite of the shackles, yet every dragging step produced a lewd, whispering rustle as iron scraped against silk, constantly reminding her of what she had become: a stripped, fallen heiress turned collared slave.

The only thing still clinging to her body was a whisper-thin pink lace thong, already soaked through at the crotch, the dark wet patch betraying her shame. Beneath the translucent fabric, her swollen pussy lips pressed visibly against the lace, trembling with each humiliating shuffle forward. On her feet, a pair of Christian Dior Dway slides—soft canvas embroidered with elegant lettering—looked grotesquely out of place. Her ten crimson-pedicured toes were fully exposed, the flat soles forcing her to tilt forward slightly, calves taut, while the shackles and sheer stockings around her ankles glistened obscenely under the boutique’s rosy lights, as if sneering at the former socialite now reduced to wearing the most luxurious “prison slippers” while paraded like merchandise.

“Choose, slut,” the guard on her left sneered, dangling a scandalously skimpy purple lace thong in front of her cuffed hands. “The higher-ups say a former heiress like you has to wear a different pair of whore-panties every day to please her future owners. Try this one—let’s see if that greedy little cunt of yours can even stretch this scrap of nothing.”

Yafei’s cheeks burned crimson, tears pooling in her eyes, but she didn’t dare resist. The purple thong was nothing more than a few threads and a single openwork floral panel barely large enough to cover her engorged, glistening labia; the rear string disappeared instantly between her round ass cheeks, leaving her essentially naked. Because of the flat Dway slides, she was forced onto the balls of her feet, the weight of the leg irons pulling mercilessly downward, turning her toned calves into a shameless display of submission with every trembling second.

Behind the counter, the female shop assistant watched the scene without the slightest flicker of emotion. The digital display above her coldly flashed today’s transaction count—0000—while a polished brass plaque declared in carved characters:

Great Ming Discipline Bureau

Female Prisoner Lingerie Procurement Counter

From this day forward, the once-celebrated heiress no longer even owned her name—only a body to be dressed, undressed, and torn open at will.