Vermilion Bird Empire Chronicles

The official, with her small hands still somewhat mobile at her waist, took several ornaments from the carriage and fastened them onto her sister one by one. First, a pair of silver arm cuffs encircled her sister's upper arms, securing them to her sides. Simultaneously, the official produced another finely crafted chain with bells and attached it behind her, connecting the arm cuffs on her back. With two "clicks," the chain was locked, impossible to remove without a key. Below the shoulder blades, the non-stretchable arm cuff chain pulled her upper arms backward, leaving her forearms with little strength to move at her sides. Next came a crystal wrist and neck restraint, locking her wrists and neck in a straight line. Because her sister's sleeves were exceptionally long, both restraints were applied over the fabric. With her hands locked, the official couldn't reach very high, so she first took a small stool to elevate her feet and then struggled to fasten the restraints onto her sister. Then, a set of figure-eight silver thigh and knee cuffs tightly locked the upper halves of her legs together. Finally, a pair of square crystal leg cuffs clamped her ankles apart at a distance. Her knees, ankles, and leg cuffs formed a triangular structure, forcing her sister's feet into an inward-pointing position. However, this reduced the height of her legs, causing the traction chain to tighten and the collar to constrict. Her sister's feet left the ground, and she immediately struggled in pain, emitting muffled cries. The official noticed the mechanism on the collar and placed two small boxes under her sister's feet. After a final check, deeming everything satisfactory, she returned to the carriage, whipped the mare, and continued her patrol to the next location. The official, with her small hands still somewhat mobile at her waist, took several ornaments from the carriage and fastened them onto her sister one by one. First, a pair of silver arm cuffs encircled her sister's upper arms, securing them to her sides. Simultaneously, the official produced another finely crafted chain with bells and attached it behind her, connecting the arm cuffs on her back. With two "clicks," the chain was locked, impossible to remove without a key. Below the shoulder blades, the non-stretchable arm cuff chain pulled her upper arms backward, leaving her forearms with little strength to move at her sides. Next came a crystal wrist and neck restraint, locking her wrists and neck in a straight line. Because her sister's sleeves were exceptionally long, both restraints were applied over the fabric. With her hands locked, the official couldn't reach very high, so she first took a small stool to elevate her feet and then struggled to fasten the restraints onto her sister. Then, a set of figure-eight silver thigh and knee cuffs tightly locked the upper halves of her legs together. Finally, a pair of square crystal leg cuffs clamped her ankles apart at a distance. Her knees, ankles, and leg cuffs formed a triangular structure, forcing her sister's feet into an inward-pointing position. However, this reduced the height of her legs, causing the traction chain to tighten and the collar to constrict. Her sister's feet left the ground, and she immediately struggled in pain, emitting muffled cries. The official noticed the mechanism on the collar and placed two small boxes under her sister's feet. After a final check, deeming everything satisfactory, she returned to the carriage, whipped the mare, and continued her patrol to the next location. At this point, her sister couldn't properly reply, offering a few muffled sounds of comfort. "Miss, what's wrong?" Xiao Zhu finally noticed her sister was wearing a gag. Her sister had been speaking with the gag in, and having just gotten used to it, Xiao Zhu's surprised reaction made her sister blush. "Sister was asked by her teacher at school to wear a gag," Xiao Jin replied, helping out. "Oh, it's alright, Miss. Most of the women in the manor, besides myself and Aunt Lan, also have their mouths bound," Xiao Zhu reassured her. "But this gag has a rather unique structure. Let me take a closer look," Xiao Zhu leaned in, examining the gag's design intently. Her blood-red mouth and tongue were exposed for others to see and scrutinize, making her sister feel even more mortified. Just then, the maid Xiao Zi saw her young lady had returned and, shuffling her locked feet, walked over with difficulty. Xiao Zi wore a leather mask and a leather collar around her neck. Multiple chains were attached to the collar, allowing it to be conveniently locked in different directions simultaneously, completely immobilizing her neck. She was wrapped in a considerable amount of chains, her upper arms bound to her sides, and heavy handcuffs and shackles restricted Xiao Zi's movement. Of course, Xiao Zi normally had to work, so a small section of free movement was left between her wrists. The mask behind Xiao Zi's head was also connected to a gag. Unable to speak, she could only grasp her young lady's hands in welcome. Seeing Xiao Zhu carefully observing her young lady's open mouth, Xiao Zi's curiosity was piqued. With her small, handcuffed hands, Xiao Zi playfully tugged at her sister's tongue, causing her sister to cough dryly. Feeling extremely embarrassed being observed by both Xiao Zhu and Xiao Zi, her sister nudged the gag cover on her brother's hand with her oversized sleeves, signaling him to quickly put the cover back on. She no longer wanted her mouth exposed to others, even if it meant she couldn't speak at all. The waist cincher tightened further, almost compressing Yan'er's body into two ends. Yan'er's waist consequently became exceptionally slender, barely graspable with a single hand. Even a body specifically trained to withstand various interrogation methods felt an intense, suffocating pain under such compression. The chest binder also became tighter, perfectly conforming to Yan'er's breasts, encasing her soft, pale mounds within a ceramic-hard shell. Then, Xiao Hui released Yan'er's feet and legs from the restraints of the folding cockpit and helped her stand up. Yan'er's feet were placed into specially made high-heeled boots. The soles and shafts of the boots were fused together. The boots were very long, completely encasing Yan'er's legs within

Xiao Zhu's hands were secured behind her back, her elbows held tight, forearms pressed together. A rope was wrapped around her wrists, binding them. The remaining rope was pulled upwards, horizontally along the upper curve of her breasts, then looped around the rope binding her hands before returning along the same path and tied at her back. A second rope was led from the knot at her back, continuing to wrap around her upper arms and chest. The rope passed beneath her breasts, across her front, looped once, and tied at her back. The excess rope emerged from under her armpits and tightened the bundle of ropes around her upper body, shaping her breasts and preventing her arms from slipping free. A third rope was led from the knot behind her, upwards along one side of her neck to her chest. After tightening the ropes above and below her breasts, it was passed along the other side of her neck and tied at her back. This was a classic Eastern-style binding. "Sister Xiao Zhu, do we have any accessories at home that won't hinder your practice, look good, and can also help gather spiritual energy?" Seizing the moment, the younger brother prepared to adorn his sister. "Yes. I'll have the servants bring them." Xiao Zhu nodded in reply. Xiao Zhu left for a while and returned with several burly men following her, carrying a rosewood chest. "There are so many, please help me choose." The sister was taken aback by the display. "Let Xiao Zi do it. Her craftsmanship is excellent. This whole rope setup on me is her masterpiece," Xiao Zhu suggested. "Just don't let her tie me up." The sister's face flushed to her ears. "Understood. Miss wants decorations that don't impede movement." Xiao Zhu called for Xiao Zi. Xiao Zi was responsible for dressing the women in the manor. Her hands had a greater range of motion, but her mouth was completely sealed. Xiao Zhu and Xiao Zi usually worked in tandem, one speaking and the other acting. The restrained maids in the manor were always paired up like this. In Xiao Zi's mouth was a restraint commonly used by women – a gag. When worn by women, it prevented them from speaking, bestowing upon them a quiet and graceful demeanor. One side was a blooming lotus, the other a thick, large plug. She forced the thick part into her small mouth, leaving only a pure white lotus blooming on her face. The large part expanded within her mouth, adhering the entire inner surface of her lips together. Although her hands had a slightly greater range of motion than Xiao Zhu's, she was also wearing a pair of crystal spreader bars. Her hands and neck were connected by the shackles, about half a meter in front of her. While this made her hands inconvenient, after long adaptation, Xiao Zi could perform many household chores in this state. Xiao Zi thus served the more helpless mistresses of the manor with her bound hands. Her feet were shackled with steel fetters, the connecting chain between the cuffs being almost negligible, allowing only difficult shuffling steps. Xiao Zi first placed a jeweled beaded chain headdress that sparkled like stars on the sister's hair, making her long hair as brilliant as the night sky. Then, she adorned the sister with a pair of jeweled earrings and a jeweled necklace that hung to her collarbone, all shimmering with starlight. The sister looked at her sparkling reflection in the mirror with great satisfaction and confidently allowed Xiao Zi to continue.

The Grand Commandant then ordered her maid to fasten this chain upon her. The maid placed a silver chain behind the Grand Commandant, its upper end locking into a ring at the back of the crystal collar encircling her jade neck. Two crystal cuffs in the middle secured her wrists, which were already tightly bound behind her back with semi-transparent soft ropes. The lower end, a large crystal shackle, locked around her ankles, which were bound together. A box with built-in gears was attached to the middle of the chain, capable of shortening it. The chain was just long enough for the Grand Commandant to stand perfectly straight, chest out, her posture impeccable. With a slight exertion of her feet, the Grand Commandant easily stepped forward, her stiletto heels gripping the ground, her toes landing to stabilize her with apparent ease. "Mother's Qinggong is truly amazing!" Star exclaimed in admiration, seeing how the Grand Commandant moved as if unhindered and at ease despite the multiple restraints. "You see, this level of restraint no longer provides much of a training benefit for me. Star, would you please press the control rune on the surface of the small box in the middle of the chain behind my back?" "Of course, Mother. I need to turn around, please wait a moment." Star's arms were bound behind her, her hands wrapped in rubber into fists, and her legs encased in a single stocking, severely limiting her movement. She could only hop awkwardly to turn around, struggling to lift her wrists slightly to gently touch the control rune with her rubber-wrapped little fists. "I'm sorry, Mother, this is all the strength I can muster," Star said with a hint of guilt. "It's alright, that's enough," the Grand Commandant replied. The Grand Commandant then quickly knelt down, assuming a kneeling posture. "Mother, why are you kneeling?" Star became flustered by the Grand Commandant's sudden display of deference. "Look at the chain behind my back," the Grand Commandant prompted. The chain behind the Grand Commandant had been shortened to its limit. Her wrists and ankles were now touching, with almost no space between them. Her neck was pulled taut backward, forcing her body into an extreme arch. Breathing must have been difficult, and her Qinggong was rendered useless. "This method of restraint is truly strict!" Star marveled. "In this state, even with Qinggong, I am completely immobilized. However, it is precisely this way that the full effect of the restraint attire can be achieved. The binding effect is enhanced, and the rate of mana accumulation is noticeably increased. When we practice Qinggong while walking, and then remain completely restrained in a kneeling posture during rest, we can achieve both Qinggong training and spell cultivation." The Grand Commandant explained. Even in her kneeling posture, the Grand Commandant retained her dignity. Her kneeling form exuded the noble and elegant aura of a graceful lady, her figure still captivating and her charm undiminished. Her pair of round, full jade breasts appeared even more prominent, and her curvaceous figure radiated feminine grace and tranquility. "However, this might be a bit too difficult for me," Star said worriedly, doubting if she could truly handle this level of restraint. "Don't worry, I've already given a similar chain to your maids. Go back and practice more; you'll get used to it gradually." Seeing the Grand Commandant's expectant gaze, Star nodded. Subsequently, Star employed her Qinggong, hopping and skipping back to her room despite the restraint of her single-tube boots. The maid, Xiao Yu, produced a golden chain and attached it to the back of Star's collar. She then fastened the chain's cuffs to Star's wrists and shackles to her ankles. The taut chain straightened Star's supple body. Star attempted to use her Qinggong to step forward, but her body was tightly bound by the chain, her torso rigid like a stick. As a result, Star lost her balance upon landing, leaning forward and nearly falling to the ground. Seeing this, the maid quickly stepped forward and, using her hands, which were bound at her waist, managed to support Star, helping her regain her balance. It seemed that for the time being, even when moving with Qinggong, she would require the maid's assistance. "Miss, I'm going to press the control rune on your back. Are you ready?" the maid asked. "I'm ready, press it," Star replied confidently. The maid then slowly moved behind Star, her ankles shackled, and carefully twisted her waist to gently touch the control rune on Star's back with her hands, which were tightly bound at her waist. In a flash, the chain rapidly shortened. Star, caught off guard, was about to fall again. The maid behind her, with her ankles shackled and her hands unable to lift from her waist, could not reach Star in time to help, even if she had tried to quickly circle around. She could only watch helplessly as Star tumbled to the ground with a clang. The chain continued to retract, binding Star's body to its limit, forcing her into the humiliating posture of "four horses kicking backward." Star twisted her body, trying to get up from the ground, only to find she couldn't even roll over, struggling powerlessly like a fish on a chopping block. Politely, Star requested of the maid, "I'm sorry, Sister Xiao Yu, it seems I can't get up like this. I'll have to trouble you again to press the rune on my back and loosen my hands and feet a bit." "Alright, Miss, just a moment." The maid bent down, aimed her small hands at her waist towards the rune, and gently tapped it. The chain extended again, and Star's limbs finally found some relief. With the maid's assistance, Star struggled to stand up. "Sister Xiao Yu, let's try again," Star said to the maid after taking a deep breath. "Alright, Miss, I'm pressing it now." The maid twisted her waist and lightly touched the control rune on Star's back. The chain rapidly retracted once more. Star quickly bent her knees, but still couldn't match the speed of the chain. She was pulled down with a thud, landing on her knees, which struck the ground with a sharp pain. The sudden, intense pain caused Star's body to go limp, and she fell onto her side. "Sigh, I'm so clumsy, I can't even learn such a simple move," Star chided herself, her body bound in an arched position. "It's not your fault, Miss, the chain retracted too quickly," the maid consoled her. They continued this way all night. The slightly clumsy little girl was repeatedly bound into a knot on the ground, lamenting her fate. A few times, she cried out from the pain, and it wasn't until late at night that she could barely keep up with the chain's speed. Thanks to the meticulous body protection of the restraint attire, Star did not sustain any serious injuries, but fatigue and pain were unavoidable. To alleviate Star's fatigue and pain, the maid used her small hands, which were attached to her body, to massage Star's various points. Star closed her eyes in comfort.

Sister stroked her brother's head, and then obediently bent over to allow her brother to lock the white gold collar, studded with a large number of emerald gemstones, around her neck. As the wide collar shrunk of its own accord until it was embedded in her neck, Sister felt herself almost breathless. The freedom of her body was left in the hands of her diminutive brother as the flawless white jade beaded chain dangled from the collar, the other end held by him. The green silk cloth embroidered with a delicate white design blindfolded her sister, the cold cloth robbing her of the light before her eyes, causing her vision to fall back into darkness, the bewilderment and fear of the unknown wrapping itself around her through the deep darkness. The pinkish-white ball of the gag held open her mouth, causing all of her words to be reduced to whimpers, evocative but unable to express her will. The flavorful juices in her mouth flowed uncontrollably out of the holes in the ball of mouth, exuding a lustful smell. Under these restrictions, the sister, who had been so active and free-spirited just a moment ago, was forced to return to her ladylike demeanor, and was quietly led down the street by her brother. In order to avoid the contraction of the collar brought about by the tautness of the leash, her sister could only carefully follow her brother's lead, unable to have any unnecessary thoughts or movements. Even though she could no longer laugh in this state, she still had a happy smile on her face as she reveled in the happy memories. The siblings should always remember the joy of today in the future as well. "Sister, the custom officer is coming over, is it better for us to tie our hands and feet as well." Seeing that not far away, Horse Maiden Miss Sister, who had her eyes, ears, and mouth covered with a harness-type headgear, her arms secured behind her back with leather single gloves, and her feet shackled, was pulling Customs Officer Miss Sister, who was wearing a tight-fitting fishtail dress and had her hands locked around her waist, the younger brother said softly to his sister. Although my sister's current attire was fairly in line with the Vermilion Bird Empire's legal requirements, the custom officer would always add unauthorized restraints that were severe for women she deemed to be not doing enough, and the last time I was tortured by the custom officer was still fresh in my sister's mind. At that time, my sister had been put in hand and neck shackles that locked her wrists and neck in a straight line, figure-eight thigh cuffs and knee cuffs, and square crystal foot cuffs that were chained together so that she could only walk bent over in agony. To avoid this, it would be best to properly increase the restraints on Sis before being examined by the custom officer. Sister's small mouth was sealed with a pink and white gag ball at this point, so she couldn't speak, but could only nod her head in agreement. The brother pulled his sister's arms behind her back, and instead of resisting, her sister took the initiative to raise her arms and place them parallel and crossed behind her back. The brother straightened the long sleeve that his sister had placed behind her back, causing her upper arm to be pulled backward and inward to its limit, and then tied the end of the sleeve in a knot at the top part of the elbow of the other arm to secure it in place. In this way, the sister's arms were tightly bound behind her back, the tightly tensed sleeve barrel making it impossible for her arms to move the slightest bit, and it was much more solid than the random knot that the younger brother had tied behind her back with his long sleeve earlier. It seemed that his brother hadn't learned much about swordsmanship, but his skill at tying people up had improved quite a bit. However, the younger brother did not stop, but took out a red rope and continued to wrap and bind it around the upper half of his sister's body. The two strands of rope wrapped around the upper and lower edges of his sister's breasts and upper arms respectively, which would make his sister's upper arms that were bound behind her back stick close to her body, and the red rope around her breasts strangled a pair of rounded and small breast pigeons even more prominently. The forearms were densely wrapped with red rope, and in the center by tied with a strand of red rope, wrapped upward around the D-ring on the back neck of the collar and pulled tight, securing the arms high up under the collar. The upper half of my sister's body was forced to recoil and her stance became more erect, a pair of small breast pigeons more prominent. There was another strand of red rope tying the arms downward around the femoral _circle_, and from upward through the canyon between the twin _peaks_ of the breasts, tied to the D-ring at the front of the collar. Another horizontal red cord around the waist secured the red cord that wrapped around the femoral _interval_, forming a T-shaped corded pants. The brother did his best to tighten the strand_rope again, and the red cord embedded deeply in the crevice between her thighs caused a soft hum to escape even from her sister's mouth, which was sealed by the gag ball.

"This way my hands are tied, so I'll have to rely on Xiao Yu to help me next," Xiao Wen said. "Get that dark red leather restraint suit from the box and help me put it on." "Okay, but before that, I need to help Xiao Wen sister take off her underwear and panties, right?" Xiao Yu said, already pulling off Xiao Wen's outer clothes. Xiao Wen's underwear and panties were both secured with ties. Xiao Yu untied them, gave a gentle tug, and they came off. Xiao Wen's private parts were now mostly exposed to everyone. The blush on Xiao Wen's face deepened, spreading to the back of her neck, as if a gentle, sweet scent of flesh was emanating from her. Xiao Yu helped Xiao Wen into the leather restraint suit, tightening all the buckles so that the straps dug tightly into her flesh. Since it was originally prepared for Xing'er, who had a loli physique, it was much smaller compared to Xiao Wen's mature and voluptuous female body. This made the leather restraint suit feel even tighter on Xiao Wen. A leather collar was placed around Xiao Wen's neck, connected to a vertical strap at the back, which in turn was linked to several straps encircling her body. Two straps passed over the upper and lower edges of her breasts, further accentuating their shape. A strap was cinched around her waist, tightening Xiao Wen's midsection. The restraint suit digging into her flesh intensified Xiao Wen's feeling of being bound. She tried to

When Hayabusa saw Koyuki, she was still undergoing punishment, dressed in a maid's chastity corset and struggling to sweep the floor with a long-handled broom. Her hands were connected to a breast clamp, forcing Koyuki to hold them at chest level. Her legs, restricted by foot, knee, and thigh cuffs, moved in slow arcs, her brow furrowing with each step. Her mouth, sealed by a mask-style gag, emitted soft whimpers, as if in intense pain. "Koyuki, why are you wearing that demure chastity dress today? It's unusual. Are you tired? Would you like to sit down and rest?" Hayabusa asked with concern. Koyuki shook her head. Due to the presence of a vertical rod passing through the pre-reserved hole in the chastity belt, between the foot, knee, and thigh cuffs, Koyuki was forced to maintain a perfectly straight posture to avoid the rubber tip of the rod being pushed deeper. She couldn't even bend slightly, let alone sit down. With her mouth completely gagged, she couldn't explain the situation to Hayabusa in detail. Hayabusa carefully examined Koyuki's attire and restraints from head to toe, gaining a general understanding of her current state. Seeing that Koyuki couldn't speak, Hayabusa then inquired about the circumstances from the Lord. After hearing the Lord's explanation, Hayabusa deeply felt that Koyuki had a talent for interrogation. "Koyuki, I need to discuss something with you. The barbarian queen had planned to cause chaos at the God-Binding Festival, but the Second Princess discovered her plot, turned the barbarian elite troops against her, and captured the barbarian queen. Now, the Second Princess has entrusted us with the task of taming the barbarian queen, and I believe you are the suitable candidate. Could you lend a hand?" Hayabusa made a sudden suggestion, asking Koyuki for help, though he wasn't telling the whole truth. Koyuki felt the situation was a bit complicated and didn't fully grasp it. She wanted to ask for more details but could only emit whimpering sounds. Hayabusa sensed the problem but, having already spoken, had to push forward. "The Second Princess has already commissioned the barbarian elite captain, Qiangba, to interrogate the barbarian queen. If possible, we'd like you to assist in the torture. There are three objectives: First, to make the barbarian queen confess her true name; second, to destroy the barbarian queen's self-esteem, making her refer to herself in a demeaning way; and third, to make the barbarian queen acknowledge Qiangba as her master. This is a top-secret mission, and you cannot tell anyone, including Sister Hotaru." Hayabusa's explanation was full of loopholes, and Koyuki was filled with questions but couldn't ask them due to her gag. Based on her almost unconditional trust in Hayabusa, Koyuki nodded, indicating her understanding and agreement. "We will put the barbarian queen in a permanent tentacle restraint suit. This suit can arbitrarily change its form through a control magic stone, including various restraints and torture devices. However, once worn, it can never be removed. Even with the control magic stone, only the form of restraint can be altered." Seeing that Koyuki didn't seem too suspicious, Hayabusa continued his explanation and handed a magic stone to Koyuki. The moment Koyuki touched the magic stone, the method of controlling the tentacle suit through the stone automatically appeared in her mind, including various torture methods that could make a woman wish for death. Unlike ordinary chastity dresses that merely restrict a woman's movement, this tentacle restraint suit itself was a perfect torture device designed for the female body. Koyuki thought to herself, "Fortunately, it's only being used on barbarian women. If this torture device were used on me, I wouldn't be able to endure it either."

Me attempted to probe the material and effects of the golden rope with her magic, learning that it was exceptionally special, forged from unique components. The rope's core was crafted from the feathers of a fire phoenix and profound ironstone, among other precious materials, through the combined arts of magic and alchemy. Its exterior was woven from three distinct types of dragon sinew. This rope was incredibly resilient, impervious to even divine weapons. Once tied, the knot would seamlessly fuse, rendering it virtually impossible for Me to ever escape the Golden Phoenix Rope's bonds. The rope was immensely strong, exceedingly difficult to break, and would tighten further with any struggle. Having undergone special tempering, it could not only withstand immense physical force but also possessed formidable resilience and anti-magic properties. Consequently, even with Me's profound cultivation, she could not damage the rope's surface, not even leaving a single scratch. Finally, they fitted Me's arms with leather gauntlets lined with dragon hide. The inner surfaces of these gauntlets were inscribed with sealing runes, enchanted by several national-level archmages. The gauntlets, which held Me's elbows tightly together, not only stripped her of arm mobility but also suppressed the surging magic within her. The Empress had installed such severe restraints on her, likely intending for her to spend the rest of her life confined within this cage. In such a predicament, Me had no choice but to accept. "General Me, this gauntlet is crafted from a single, complete dragon hide. It's likely the only one of its kind in the entire nation." "Her Majesty truly bestows great favor upon me!" A smile touched Me's lips, but it was chillingly cold. "Naturally. Her Majesty is exceptionally wise. We hope you will cherish this opportunity; a future of great wealth and honor awaits you!" The Censor spoke words of flattery, yet his tone dripped with mockery and disdain, as if he were looking at a drowning dog. Me couldn't be bothered to argue with the Censor; in her eyes, he was beneath her notice and unworthy of her words. To Me, the Censor was merely a clown, not worth her time or energy to engage with. Seeing Me's indifferent demeanor, the Censor seethed inwardly but maintained a placid expression. "General Me, we are all considering the Empress's safety. Please understand our difficulties." The Censor maintained an appearance of goodwill, but his tone now carried a veiled threat. Me let out a silent scoff at the Censor's words. "Then I thank Her Majesty for her bounty," Me said calmly, her gaze unwavering. "Me will never forget Her Majesty's grace." Me knew the Censor was merely making excuses, but she paid it no mind. She had long anticipated this outcome. Therefore, she felt no worry, but rather a certain anticipation for how events would unfold.

"This dragon hide was precisely stripped from the great dragon you vanquished years ago, Your Majesty. It is most fitting that you are rewarded with the spoils of your conquest." The Grand Censor explained smugly from the side. This single gauntlet was crafted from the hide of a Saint-tier dragon that Mei had slain at the head of the Vermillion Empire's army. Furthermore, the Empress had gone to great lengths, enlisting thirty-six national-level archmages to imbue it with enchantments; These included spells of binding, mana absorption, power weakening, and paralysis, among others. There were also negative buffs designed to slow the recovery of stamina and mana, and the interior was coated with high-grade aphrodisiacs and hallucinogens. With so many enchantments, coupled with the inherent properties of Saint-tier dragon hide, it was potent enough to completely restrain any level of powerhouse, even to the extent of rendering them utterly immobile. "Heh, so that's how it is. This is what they call weaving one's own shroud," Mei thought with a bitter laugh. "Please rest assured, sir, I will obey Her Majesty's decree and recuperate within the palace, never stepping beyond its gates." Mei had no choice but to accept this punishment. As the dragon hide tightened its grip, her strength gradually waned. Her arms were completely bound, rendering them immobile. This restraint was incredibly powerful; Mei felt as though her arms no longer belonged to her, that she had lost all control over them. This sensation was deeply unsettling, yet she was utterly powerless to change it.

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The guards took out a dog tail anal plug. This dog tail was interesting, standing straight up. A dog stands its tail up to show excitement, and this also implied that Aunt Lan was a bitch in heat. After applying lubricant, the guards inserted the anal plug completely into Aunt Lan's anus. Once the anal plug was inflated, the valve was tightened, making it impossible for her to remove it herself. The guards then took out a pair of black fishnet sleeves, which looked like stockings but were shorter. The guards put the sleeves over the outside of Aunt Lan's swollen breasts, tying them at the base with black ribbons in a bow. This black-wrapped bosom gained an extra layer of mystery, and it was more titillating when it jiggled. The collar was made entirely of metal, with metal spikes on the outside. When worn on her fair, tender neck, it unleashed a wild style like a chemical concoction. It glittered when the light hit it, giving a sense of cold helplessness, and felt more like being conquered than a leather collar.

After completing the body dressing, the guards began to "make up" Aunt Lan's face. This time, it was a mask made of the same material as the latex suit. It was thin and light, feeling like plastic sheeting against Aunt Lan's face. While her features were obscured, the contours of her face were clearly visible, giving the impression of a plaster cast. The guards fitted this mask onto Aunt Lan's face, leaving only her nostrils and mouth exposed. Her hair was pulled out from the holes on either side of the hood, styled into twin ponytails and tied with black ribbons. A zipper on the mask connected it seamlessly to the latex suit. Gazing at the mask, which concealed yet revealed her features, the guards felt an inexplicable surge of excitement. The guards produced gags and nose hooks, and proceeded to adorn Aunt Lan's masked face with these implements. Attaching restraints to the masked face evoked a sense of the bizarre, far more stimulating than direct application. The mask's mouth featured a circular, hinged flap. The guards inserted a large O-ring speculum into Aunt Lan's mouth. Aunt Lan's saliva began to dribble uncontrollably from the circular opening. The mask stretched her face taut, the contours of Aunt Lan's pained expression faintly visible; Her delicate nose was pulled upwards by the hook, her dignity utterly annihilated. To emphasize the rigor of the restraint, the guards also fitted a blindfold to the mask and attached dog ear headbands. Aunt Lan was rendered completely incapable of speech, transformed into a docile pet dog under the strictures of the elaborate restraints. Initially, she had struggled, moving feebly, but now she remained motionless in a quadrupedal stance. Any movement might cause her to fall from the table. The guards lifted Aunt Lan from the table and placed her on the floor, then led her to the jade bed. The guards pulled Aunt Lan along, her pace slow. Deprived of sight, she seemed to have lost her sense of direction; Coupled with the unfamiliar sensation of walking, or rather crawling, in this manner, Aunt Lan stumbled and fell every two or three steps. Watching the beautiful dog-woman struggling to crawl on all fours, the guards felt a thrill. The dowry of a courtly lapdog must be properly housed. Beside the jade bed stood a small cage, one meter square. The guards led Aunt Lan inside and locked her in. The restraints on her body were also secured with various unpickable locks. The Censor-General immediately destroyed the keys and sealed all keyholes with permanent runes. Aunt Lan shifted from side to side in the cage, her limbs flailing. The beautiful woman, encased entirely in spotted latex, her limbs folded, her features sealed, her helpless struggles were utterly intoxicating. The guards found themselves unable to look away. Furthermore, the O-ring speculum stretched Aunt Lan's small mouth into a wide gape. Her delicate tongue was pulled out and clamped by a pair of silver forceps, preventing her from retracting it. The canine-themed full-body restraint induced a persistent, maddening itch; Before long, it utterly shattered Aunt Lan's will, leaving her limp and prostrate, completely devoid of the ability to move or think. This itch would only subside when the human-dog offered herself to a man; In this ceaseless torment, Aunt Lan would be thoroughly remolded into a base bitch craving male attention. This fate of enslavement filled Aunt Lan with despair.

"You mean you're not going to send troops to the front lines as ordered by His Majesty and the First Princess?" Yuan Xi questioned, "Do you know this is practically treason?" "There's no other way, sister. I can't be without you for a moment." Yuan Xin lifted her sister's wedding gown and unfastened her chastity belt. "Only by helping the Second Princess, who is supported by the border guards, seize power can we end this humiliating policy of marriage alliances." "Besides, the First Princess can't possibly win against the Second Princess," Yuan Xin said, pressing her finger against her sister's clit and giving it a gentle squeeze. A strange sensation immediately coursed through Yuan Xi's lower body, instantly shattering her composure. "Just like you, sister, can't escape from my grasp right now." Yuan Xin gently caressed her sister's lower abdomen with one hand, while the other softly fondled the ring piercing her tender cherry. "Mmm~" As her sister's hands moved with gentle strokes, Yuan Xi let out a soft moan of pleasure, her body going limp. "Oh my! As expected of the 'Blood Droplet' aphrodisiac, such a small amount has you completely subdued, sister." Yuan Xin looked at the red liquid in her hand, a mixture of the aphrodisiac and her sister's arousal. "But now is not the time for this!" "Xin Xin, listen to me, we can't..." Yuan Xi, her eyes hazy, still tried to dissuade her, "We can't betray..." "Since you've abdicated to me, there's no need for you to worry about state affairs anymore." Yuan Xin took out a white leather dog-binding set. "That being said, I'll still need your help at first. So you're not allowed to leave my side for a moment!" "Isn't this a bit too..." Yuan Xi looked at the dog-binding set in Yuan Xin's hands, her voice laced with worry. "What does it matter? And you don't have the right to refuse!" Yuan Xin placed a ring-shaped gag in her sister's mouth, pulled out her tongue, and secured it with a pair of chopsticks outside the gag, preventing her from retracting it. "Mmmph mmmph..." Saliva continuously dripped from the tip of her tongue. Yuan Xi restlessly shook her head, only managing to make the silver thread connecting her mouth to the floor splash around. "When you first put this outfit on me, you said we had the blood of white foxes, didn't you? Isn't this our true form?" Yuan Xin dressed her sister in the dog-binding set and connected a silver chain to her collar, giggling. "I even had a special cage made for you in the grand hall, so you could awe the officials with this posture!" "Huh?" Although she was accustomed to their little games, being hung in the grand hall for so many to see would simply be humiliating. This filled Yuan Xi with immense shame and degradation. She struggled desperately, her nose and mouth emitting sounds of displeasure, but this couldn't stop her sister's unrestrained actions. However, the instincts awakened by the aphrodisiac made her increasingly aroused, and she began to involuntarily fantasize about her sister tormenting her further... Thus, Yuan Xi could only helplessly resist the physical stimulation and pleasure with all her might. She was now like a true dog, lying on the ground, at her sister's mercy. "I understand..." Seeing her sister's flushed face looking at her, Yuan Xin's excitement grew. She began to caress her sister's body, her hand moving to her abdomen. "Sister, let's play for a little while. Aren't you also eager to be played with right now?" "Ah~~" Although Yuan Xi's heart was full of reluctance, her legs involuntarily began to rub together, as if seeking more stimulation. "Xin Xin... Stop... No... Ah..." Amidst waves of pleasure, her body began to react, her cries muffled by the gag. "Muguh..." Yuan Xi gradually lost the strength to struggle, her body beginning to tremble slightly. Yuan Xin also stopped her actions. "Let's go, sister, don't be stubborn!" Yuan Xin led her sister out as if she were walking a small dog. "We still need to announce [my] decision to the soldiers!" "Mmm hmm..." Having lost the right to converse as an equal with her sister, Yuan Xi could only respond helplessly. The unstoppable flow of saliva dripped all the way, leaving a clear trail behind Yuan Xi, further intensifying her shame.

The Third Prince, witnessing this scene, a mischievous smile spread across his youthful face. Without haste, he pressed down firmly on the gag. The gag immediately sank deep into Mei's mouth, ruthlessly stifling any cry she might have uttered, rendering her completely silent. Under the pressure of the gag, Mei could only manage to spit out some white foam, emitting pained grunts but unable to offer any other resistance. Mei shook her head and body violently, attempting to dislodge the object from her mouth, struggling to escape the Third Prince's control, but to no avail. Her waist writhed like a water snake, her face contorted in extreme pain. She truly couldn't believe her fate had fallen into the hands of a mere boy. The Third Prince, like a child playing with his prey, wore an expression of utter excitement. Despite Mei's attempts to break free from the gag's confinement, to remove it from her mouth, all her efforts proved futile. The gag was wedged tightly between her teeth, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't budge it an inch. It remained firmly lodged in her mouth, unyielding. The harder Mei strained, the deeper the gag sank, her struggles appearing so pale and powerless. Until Mei was utterly helpless, forced to watch as the gag slowly filled her mouth. The resilient, elastic gag continuously absorbed mana from Mei's body, reinforcing itself, making it even harder for Mei to escape its restraint. She already felt an indescribable sense of suffocation. Mei clenched her teeth tightly, trying to bite through the gag, but it was impossible. A slight curve graced the Third Prince's lips, a victor's pose as he watched Mei's performance, as if it were a game, showing no impatience. In the Third Prince's eyes, Mei was incapable of resisting his advances; he now held all the power. Mei was like a caught fish, with no room to fight back, utterly at his mercy. Whatever the Third Prince wished to do now, she had no choice but to accept. Mei's body contorted, her complexion turning extremely grim. Her hands, bound behind her back, thrashed incessantly, as if trying with all her might to break free. But it was useless. Mei could not escape the restraint of the crystal chains binding her entire body, confined to the spot. The Third Prince, as if admiring a work of art, watched Mei struggle, yet unable to break free from the cage he had created. Mei slumped onto the bed, utterly weak, a look of despair on her face. Her heart was filled with unwillingness, with anger, with humiliation. In this state of despair and helplessness, she could only watch as the gag sank deeper, awaiting the Third Prince's next move. Her eyes had become vacant, staring blankly at a point in the distance. Seeing Mei on the verge of collapse, the Third Prince's smile widened, a hint of enjoyment flickering across his face. But soon, Mei forced herself to regain composure, her gaze cold as she stared at the Third Prince. This was all she could do now. "Hahaha~~" The Third Prince burst into laughter at Mei's demeanor, his eyes narrowing into crescent moons. Seeing this, the Third Prince knew his plan had succeeded. Mei was now under his control, completely stripped of her ability to resist. Looking at the prey he had subdued, the Third Prince's heart was filled with exhilaration. Only then did the Third Prince point at the gag, a satisfied smile on his face, and say, "Great General, this gag is indeed as potent as the Seal Master said. It completely blocks your mouth, rendering you unable to make any sound, only to whimper here like a fool. It's truly amusing!" Upon hearing this, Mei realized the Third Prince was being manipulated by the Seal Master. A wave of fear surged through her, her eyes widening, filled with terror as she looked at the Third Prince. Gazing at Mei's exquisite face, her eyes blazing with anger, the Third Prince couldn't resist reaching out and lightly caressing her smooth, delicate cheek, saying in a childish tone, "Great General, you are truly beautiful." Mei's heart filled with boundless fear as she watched the Third Prince's tender face loom before her, his eyes filled with mockery. A triumphant smile played on the Third Prince's lips. He extended his plump little hand and gently stroked Mei's snow-white skin. Mei's body stiffened, a surge of intense anger rising within her, yet she was powerless. Observing Mei's changing expression, the arc of the Third Prince's smile widened further, revealing a look of contentment. He knew that now he could slowly savor Mei's resistance, savor her humiliation and pain.

The whipping continued, Yu'er's body rolling on the yellow sand. Her crystalline wings were torn, feathers shattering, and blood gushed forth. She was at a disadvantage, the corrosive dark magic weakening her mana. The tentacles of her succubus gown began to lash back, their tiny suckers attaching to her labia, bringing an insatiable, maddening itch. Thicker tentacles probed into her body, twisting slowly. Each thrust made her lower abdomen clench, her nectar erupting and sliding down her thighs, soaking the yellow sand. Her legs were forced apart into a V-shape, the inner spikes of the metal rings on her ankles piercing her skin, causing searing pain that made her body tremble. Sweat and nectar mingled, emitting a sweet, cloying aroma. A flicker of despair crossed Yu'er's eyes. Her resistance weakened, her body on the verge of collapse under the dual torment of pain and pleasure. Just then, a familiar yet distant voice echoed in Yu'er's ear: "Hold on… this is our blessing…" It was the Empress Yuan's voice, yet tinged with Yao's spiritual essence, as if Yao's soul had possessed the Empress's lingering will. The voice flowed into Yu'er's core like a warm current, strengthening the second princess's spirit, and her ice-blue light blazed. Yu'er felt a surge of immense power flood her body. Her ice magic instantly amplified, her crystalline wings unfurling anew, their feathers repaired and gleaming with brilliant light. "Thank you…" Yu'er murmured, a determined flame igniting in her eyes. The decisive battle entered its white-hot phase. Yu'er and Xiao Xue manipulated each other's tentacle gowns for the final torment. Yu'er's ice magic permeated Xiao Xue's ice-blue gown, causing the tentacles to mutate and sprout countless slender tendrils. These tendrils coiled around Xiao Xue's waist and abdomen like vines, forming a tighter restraint network embedded with cold metal thorns that squeezed her waist almost to breaking point, as if a slight movement would shatter it. Mysterious runes were etched onto this network, radiating a disquieting sense of shame. The tentacles on Xiao Xue's chest writhed, their tiny suckers densely covering her skin, provoking an unbearable tickle and arousal. Each movement made her sensitive areas more vulnerable. Her breasts were forced upwards by the pressure of the restraints, the crystal ornaments on her ice-blue gown jingling softly. Xiao Xue's body arched under this stimulation. Her legs were forcibly spread, leaving her no escape. Nectar spilled from her nether regions, soaking the yellow sand. A complex mix of pain and pleasure flickered in her eyes. Beads of sweat trickled down her neck, dripping onto the sand, emitting an alluring fragrance. But Sun's will was not to be outdone. He controlled Yu'er's tentacle gown, his thick tentacles rotating and thrusting inside her. The protrusions of the spherical devices rubbed against her inner walls, causing a tearing pain mixed with irresistible pleasure, making Yu'er's lower body spasm. Her nectar surged out like a bursting dam, flowing down her inner thighs and dripping onto the yellow sand, forming small wet patches. Yu'er's body writhed involuntarily under this stimulation, her crystalline wings trembling, feathers clinking. The pressure of the cinched waist forced her back straight, her chest rising high under the tight binding, heaving with her rapid breaths. The ice crystal ornaments on her gauze dress swayed, emitting a pleasant tinkling sound. The tentacle gown began to transform, first into a full-body restraint suit. Xiao Xue's ice-blue gown melted and reformed into a thick latex material, completely encasing her body from toes to head, leaving only a few tiny breathing holes. The inside of the suit was covered in tiny protrusions and suckers, clinging to her skin. Every movement brought all-encompassing stimulation. Yu'er's mental power controlled this restraint suit, forcing Xiao Xue's body into a humiliating M-stance with legs spread: her legs were forcibly raised above her head, and ice spikes grew on the inner side of the latex rings at her ankles, piercing her skin. This caused Xiao Xue's body to tremble violently, her lower abdomen clenching, and nectar gushing out. Her arms were bound behind her back, the latex gloves straightening and fixing her fingers, rendering her immobile. The latex over her breasts thinned, revealing swollen nipples that were repeatedly sucked by the suckers, bringing an irresistible tingling sensation. Her breasts, squeezed by the suit, rose high, trembling violently with her short breaths. Simultaneously, Yu'er's tentacle gown was controlled by Sun, transforming into a "Sow Restraint" set. The gauze melted into pink leather material. A collar adorned with a pig nose ring and pig ear decorations forced Yu'er's head to remain bowed. Her legs were forced together, and leather boots extended to her thighs, forming a pair of cold, constricting boots. Inner spurs pierced her skin, preventing her from separating her legs, forcing her to crawl on the ground like a dog. Thick tentacles extended from the suit, simulating anal penetration, entering her vagina and anus. During thrusting, aphrodisiac fluids were injected, making her nether regions hot and swollen. Nectar surged out like a tide, flowing down the curves of her inner thighs and dripping onto the yellow sand, leaving wet marks. Her breasts were tightened by a leather bustier, and pig bells hung from her nipples, jingling with every thrust, bringing a complex feeling of shame and pleasure. Sweat trickled down her collarbone, glistening on the suit. The battle escalated further, the tentacle gown transforming into an extreme "Four-Horsemen Gag" reverse arch. Xiao Xue's body was stretched into an extreme arched posture: her arms and legs were bound together behind her, wrists connected to ankles, forcing her body into a perfect arc. Her chest rose high, nipples trembling in the air, repeatedly kneaded and sucked by tentacles. Emulsified fluid was injected, making her breasts swell to a pregnant fullness, bringing a heavy sense of pressure. Her head was covered by a leather hood, a ball gag in her mouth and a tube inserted into her nostrils, restricting her breathing. Each gasp was difficult and rapid, causing the tentacles on her chest to emit a low friction sound. Her nether regions were invaded by three tentacles simultaneously: her vagina, anus, and urethra. During thrusting, white emulsified fluid was injected, making her abdomen swell like a pregnant woman. The swelling brought a tearing pain mixed with irresistible pleasure. Her waist was forced straight by the binding, nectar spilling from her nether regions. Yu'er was controlled into a "Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus" pose: her legs were forced into a cross-legged position, her hands bound behind her back, the leather gloves straightening and fixing her arms. A collar connected to nipple rings forced her head back, exposing her slender neck. Tentacles extended from the gown, simulating lotus-style copulation. Thick tentacles penetrated her vagina, rotating and thrusting, injecting aphrodisiac fluids that made her sensitive points hot and swollen. Electrical stimulation coursed through her body like a whip, causing spasms. Her breasts were kneaded by tentacles, and simulated hot wax dripped from her nipples, the burning sensation intertwined with pleasure, making her body writhe involuntarily. Her crystalline wings trembled, feathers clinking. Sweat trickled down her chest, soaking the gown. As the battle deepened, the tentacle gown transformed into an "Upside-Down Extreme Inverted" pose. Xiao Xue's body was hung upside down, her legs forcibly spread into a V-shape, raised high above her head. Needle-like spikes grew on the inner side of the metal rings at her ankles, simulating punishment. Each struggle drove the spikes deeper into her skin, causing searing pain. Her head hung down, blood rushing, a latex mask covering her face with only breathing holes. A thick tentacle was thrust into her mouth, injecting emulsified fluid, causing her mouth to swell and making swallowing a suffocating pressure. Her breasts hung downwards, their high curves even more alluring under gravity, kneaded and sucked by tentacles. Electrical currents whipped her nipples, bringing burning pain and numbness. Her nether regions were invaded by tentacles in all three orifices, aphrodisiac fluid injected, causing her abdomen to swell. Nectar flowed backwards down her body, dripping onto the yellow sand, forming a wet patch. Her eyes were filled with pain and frenzy, her body spasming in the inverted position. Sweat and nectar mingled, emitting a lewd aroma. Yu'er's tentacle gown forced her into the extreme contortion of "Triple Fold": her chest pressed against the ground, her legs bent and placed on either side of her head. Tentacle-formed leather ropes folded her body into a compact ball, her waist almost breaking, causing tearing pain. Her arms were bound behind her back, her palms forced straight, fingertips immobile. Gloves extended to her armpits, with straps connecting the gloves tightly around her body. Each struggle tightened the straps against her skin, bringing a suffocating pressure. Tentacles extended from the gown, penetrating her mouth, vagina, anus, and urethra. During thrusting, white emulsified fluid was injected, causing her uterus to swell to a pregnant fullness, bringing heavy pressure and pleasure. Electrical stimulation coursed through her body, simulating whipping and hot wax, burning her skin red. Needle-like pain erupted at her sensitive points. Her body trembled in the folded position, nectar spilling from her nether regions and soaking the yellow sand. Her chest rubbed against the ground, her nipples swollen and sensitive. Sweat trickled down her curves, glistening. In this extreme torment, Yu'er's ice magic gradually gained the upper hand. Through the power of her core, she infused ice-blue light into Xiao Xue's restraint suit, causing the tentacles to freeze and move sluggishly. Xiao Xue's body spasmed under the multiple stimuli, and Sun's will weakened, his roars becoming intermittent. Yu'er, enduring her own pleasure and pain, increased her magical output. An ice storm swept over Xiao Xue's body, completely freezing the tentacle gown. Xiao Xue's body trembled violently, the dark magic collapsed, and Sun's soul let out a final wail before completely dissipating.

**The Barbarian Queen's Transformation** Tana, the Barbarian Queen, was originally held suspended in the air, her legs forced open into an M-shape by thick, coarse tentacles. The tentacles dug into her flesh like pythons, and every inch of her skin throbbed with the pain of violation. But at this moment, she was astonished to discover that the tentacle brutally gripping her neck and forcing her head up had transformed, bathed in golden light, into a wide, pure gold collar. The collar was intricately carved with patterns symbolizing submission, lined with soft red velvet. The swarm of tentacles that had been ravaging her body, drawing out her milk and fluids, rapidly retracted and wove together. "Click, click." With a series of crisp metallic clicks, the terrifying biological weapon morphed into an exotic yet imperial "Black Gold Queen's Restraint Gown." Black leather and golden chains merged perfectly, tightly encasing her once wild physique. Her arms were still bound behind her back, but they were no longer held by slippery tentacles, but by thick leather bracers inlaid with obsidian. Her hands were locked in exquisite golden handcuffs, the chains looping beneath her crotch and connecting to the collar, forcing her to hold her chest high at all times. The tentacle apparatus that had forcibly spread her legs had become a magnificent metallic exoskeleton. This device extended along the inner thighs, locking at the knees with greaves, and her ankles were secured in a pair of twenty-centimeter-high, heel-less metal hoof boots. "This is... the Vermilion Bird Empire's... ceremonial attire?" Tana tried to struggle, but found that this seemingly ornate gown was even more indestructible than the tentacles. It lacked the nauseating wriggling sensation of the tentacles, possessing instead a cold, absolute control. The humiliating sensation of being milked vanished, replaced by the cool touch of gemstones on her nipple pasties and the tingling sensation of the fine golden chain that ran through her entire body, vibrating subtly with each breath. She was no longer a monster's plaything, but a noble captive of the empire—a breathtaking trophy. **Dunjue's Glass Cage** Not far away, beside the supply train, Dunjue was undergoing the most miraculous transformation. She had previously been transformed into an armless mermaid by Falcon's wicked magic, trapped in a murky bottle of culture fluid. As the purifying light descended, the glass jar filled with viscous fluid shattered with a bang, dissolving into countless points of light. Dunjue fell onto a soft carpet, and she looked down at her lower body in terror. Her forced-together fish tail had not completely reverted to legs, but was tightly encased in a pearlescent blue latex skirt. This was a special "Mermaid Restraint Skirt." Her legs were forced together, her knees and ankles locked by internal metal structures. The portion below her knees was shaped into an elegant fish tail, her toes forced into a pointed position and crammed into the narrow space at the end of the tail. No matter how hard she tried, she could not separate them even a fraction. The tentacle restraint on her upper body had transformed into transparent crystal organza, clinging to her tanned skin like a second skin. Countless tiny sapphires adorned her chest, connecting to the silver collar around her neck. What made her feel most ashamed yet also strangely at ease was that, although she still could not walk like a normal person, the fear of being stripped of her humanity and turned into a monster had vanished. Several uniformed imperial maids stepped forward, expertly lifted her, and placed her into a specially made, half-meter-tall exquisite birdcage—a suspended aviary designed for transporting "precious pets" who could not walk. Dunjue curled up on the silk-padded bottom of the cage, looking out at the now clear world through the golden bars. A complex tear traced a path down her cheek. **The City Lord's Redemption and Responsibility** The City Lord of Tianhe City was currently kneeling on a red carpet at the city gates. As one of the individuals who had been particularly "cared for" by Falcon, her tentacle gown had once been the most grotesque. Now, that gown had transformed into a breathtaking work of art—the "Sacred Atonement Restraint Gauze Dress." Layers upon layers of white lace enveloped her petite form like clouds, but beneath this pure white were dense pink restraint straps. The tentacle mask that had sealed her mouth and nose, forcing her to inhale aphrodisiac gas, had become an exquisite platinum gag. The main body of the gag was shaped like a blooming lily, with a hollow metal sphere at its center, gently but firmly placed between her lips and teeth, allowing her only to emit endearing nasal sounds. Her hands were bound in front of her abdomen by silk gloves attached to long, flowing ribbons. Her fingers were held together, and her wrists were clasped with an eight-shaped jade bracelet, symbolizing her status as City Lord yet also representing her subjugated position. Most peculiar were her legs. The leg-spreading device that had once shamed her had become a "Lady's Gait Corrector" attached to the hem of the skirt. This device, composed of silver chains and ribbons, restricted her ankles and knees within a very small range, forcing her to take only tiny steps no longer than ten centimeters, and to maintain a submissive posture with slightly bent knees with every step. Through the white gauze eye mask (originally a flesh membrane obscuring her vision), Ying'er vaguely saw the royal procession slowly approaching in the distance. She knew that as City Lord, she had failed to defend the city and allowed her people to be humiliated. This sin would require the rest of her life to atone for. And this beautiful set of shackles was the beginning of her penance. She obediently lowered her head, allowing a maid to attach a lead chain, symbolizing submission, to her collar. **The Grand Princess's Majestic Return** At the very heart of the procession was a massive and luxurious royal carriage. The four walls of the carriage had been removed, leaving only a golden frame and fluttering curtains. In the center of the carriage stood a three-meter-tall, solid gold phoenix cage. Within the cage, the Grand Princess was kneeling in a breathtaking posture. The tentacles that had adorned her were long gone, replaced by the "Phoenix Rebirth Restraint Gown," symbolizing the highest imperial majesty. It was a form-fitting gown woven from countless gold threads and rubies. The gold threads, as if alive, tightly bound her voluptuous body, outlining astonishing curves. The corset was cinched to the extreme, reducing her waist to a mere handful, creating a visually striking hourglass figure in contrast to her ample breasts and hips. Her arms were forcibly bound behind her and pulled upwards, secured to a golden cross attached to the back of her neck. This posture made her breasts extremely prominent, and two large ruby nipple pasties gleamed in the sunlight, rising and falling with her rapid breaths, refracting a mesmerizing halo. The Grand Princess's face was half-covered by a golden mask, revealing only her still majestic phoenix eyes and her luscious red lips. A jade plug, symbolizing silence, was held in her mouth, designed to prevent her from emitting uncontrolled moans due to the carriage's jolts during the journey. Her legs were encased in heavy, embroidered boots. The boots contained complex mechanisms that forced her feet to remain in a balletic pointe position, perpendicular to the ground. Even when kneeling, the taut curve of her instep was filled with tension. Although unable to move, and confined within the cage for all to behold, there was no trace of humiliation in the Grand Princess's eyes. Instead, she slightly raised her head, surveying her army through the golden cage bars. In the culture of the Vermilion Bird Empire, the ability to wear such a high-specification, painful, yet magnificent restraint gown was a symbol of immense magical power and supreme status. The retreat of the tentacles did not signify freedom, but their return to the sacred order of the empire. **The Grand Procession of Birdcages** "Escort—Return to the Palace—" With a long, drawn-out command, this unique procession, unparalleled on the continent, slowly began to move. Not only these core figures, but thousands of "rescued" women—whether noble ladies, female generals, or ordinary maids and commoners—had now donned magnificent restraint gowns corresponding to their respective ranks. The hundreds of carriages originally used for transporting supplies had all been transformed into prisoner transports for these beauties. Rows of exquisite wooden and metal birdcages were placed on the carriage beds. The maidens within the cages were either kneeling, lying down, or suspended. Some maidens wore pink silk qipaos, their hands bound behind them with red ropes, handkerchiefs in their mouths, shyly huddled in the corners of their cages. Some female warriors wore modified,镂空 (hollowed-out) armor, with metal restraint straps fixing their limbs to the cage bars. As the carriages swayed, the armor plates clinked crisply. Others, women who had been severely eroded by tentacles, now wore full-body latex restraint suits, fixed on special stands like exquisite dolls. Though their mobility was lost, the undulating curves beneath the tight latex still spoke of their vitality. Sunlight streamed onto the procession, the reflections from gold and silver ornaments forming a sea of light. The wheels rolled, accompanied by the pleasant chiming of thousands of bells (hanging from collars, anklets, and nipple clamps). The procession resembled a flowing river of jewels, slowly heading towards the heartland of the Vermilion Bird Empire. At the forefront of the procession, the Grand Princess's golden cage shone the brightest. Though unable to speak, her gaze swept over the kneeling commoners (primarily men) by the roadside. In their eyes, there was not only reverence but also fervent adoration for this ultimate beauty. On the side of the procession, in a carriage adorned with blue phantom flower patterns, City Lord Ying'er was fixed by the window. Her hands were suspended from the window frame by ribbons, forcing her to display her extremely slender waist, cinched by the corset, to the passing populace. Whenever the carriage jolted, a sensitive device within her would vibrate gently—the "magic pacifier" built into the gown, causing her to blush uncontrollably with shame, her eyes shimmering with allure. Tana was confined in a cage forged from black iron, befitting her status as a Barbarian Queen. She looked down at her feet, bound by the hoof boots, and a strange emotion surged within her. She had once been an eagle on the plains, and now she was a canary in a cage. Yet, strangely, when she saw the other imperial women around her, equally bound but with proud expressions, she didn't feel it was an end. Instead, she vaguely anticipated what new life awaited her in that legendary land where women held high status yet were passionate about self-restraint. Dunjue's cage hung beside a tall supply cart, like an exquisite pendant. Within the cage, she gently swayed her fish-tailed legs, the blue latex skirt shimmering enchantingly in the sunlight. She tried to hum, and found that although she couldn't speak, she could emit a humming sound like singing. At this moment, all suffering had transformed into a different form of splendor. This grand procession of birdcages, laden with the empire's most precious treasures—thousands of women in magnificent restraint gowns, who were at this moment both rulers and exquisite prisoners—slowly returned towards the imperial capital of the Vermilion Bird Empire, towards the center representing ultimate restraint and ultimate power. The scent of perfumed powder and the crisp ringing of bells drifted on the wind, heralding a new, more glorious, and more fantastically bizarre era for the Vermilion Bird Empire.

The morning sun, filtering through the gaps in the heavy, deep crimson velvet curtains, cast a faint, dust-laden shaft of light, barely illuminating the boudoir filled with an atmosphere of sensuality and repression. The air within the room was thick with a mingled scent of high-grade incense, potions, and a faint, blush-inducing aroma of bodily fluids. Yu'er awoke from a hazy slumber, her consciousness not yet fully returned, but her body was already acutely aware of the familiar, ever-present sense of restraint. She wasn't lying on soft quilts, but was secured to a specially made ivory restraint bed. Carved from a single piece of millennium-old ivory, the bed's surface was etched with intricate runes, emanating a chilling cold. Her limbs were spread in a 'T' shape, secured to the bedposts by soft yet resilient silk ribbons, rendering her utterly immobile. The "sleep restraint" from the previous night had not ended; instead, with the arrival of dawn, the mechanisms at the head of the bed had automatically tightened by a fraction, leaving red marks on the skin of her wrists and ankles. "Miss, it's time to wake and change." A soft, yet somewhat formal and respectful voice called out by her ear. It was the household maid, Xiao Zhu. Yu'er tried to respond, only to find her throat already filled with a foreign object. It was a specially made sleeping gag, and after a night of wear, her mouth muscles had become stiff and numb. Inside the gag was a soft silicone ball, filled with calming medication that slowly released with body heat, keeping her in a state of semi-consciousness all night. At this moment, she could only emit a few muffled grunts as a response. Xiao Zhu skillfully pressed a mechanism by the bedside. With a faint sound of interlocking gears, the metal clasps securing Yu'er's wrists and ankles slowly loosened. But this did not signify freedom; it merely shifted from one form of static confinement to another, more complex and shameful, dynamic restraint. "The weather is lovely today, Miss. As per Madam's orders, you need to patrol the commercial street in the west of the city and purchase some magic stones for the winter." Xiao Zhu said, as she helped lift Yu'er's limp body. Yu'er's physique, due to prolonged medication, had become delicate and weak, her skin possessing a sickly pallor, yet with a jade-like lustrous sheen. She was like an exquisite, soulless doll, at Xiao Zhu's mercy, unable to muster even the slightest strength in her fingertips. The ritual of changing clothes began. It was a long and meticulous ceremony, an indispensable part of the daily life of noblewomen in the Vermillion Bird Empire. First came the undergarments. Xiao Zhu retrieved a garment from the depths of the wardrobe, a bodysuit as thin as cicada wings and highly transparent. This bodysuit was made from the Vermillion Bird Empire's latest "Phantom Silk" material, extracted from polar ice silkworms. Not only was its texture cool and smooth, but it also possessed extreme resilience and elasticity. Once worn, it clung like a leech, difficult to remove. "Miss, please raise your arms." Xiao Zhu's voice was gentle, but her actions were unquestionable. Yu'er obediently raised her arms, allowing the cool silk fabric to glide over her skin. The transparent material clung to her like a second skin, starting from her toes and gradually enveloping her upwards. It adhered tightly to every inch of her skin, accentuating her already perfect curves to the fullest, even making the faint blue veins beneath her skin and the color of her areolas subtly visible. The full-body design meant that even her fingers and toes were individually encased, leaving no part of her skin in direct contact with the air, as if she were sealed within a transparent film. After dressing, Xiao Zhu lightly pressed the rune mechanism on the back zipper of the bodysuit. With a faint flash of light, the zipper vanished, making it seem as if the garment had grown onto Yu'er, completely eliminating any possibility of her removing it herself. This magically woven, full-body transparent bodysuit, reinforced by the magic drawn from Yu'er, could not be damaged from within. However, when touched from the outside, it would automatically dissolve, as if nonexistent. This allowed her to still receive caresses from others, while also greatly facilitating the subsequent donning of restraint devices. Next came the internal filling, a further deprivation and control of the body's senses. Xiao Zhu produced a meticulously crafted, horse-bridle-shaped deep throat gag. This was no ordinary gag; its main body was a long, retractable metal tube, covered in soft medical-grade silicone, with fine holes distributed along its wall. "Mmmph..." Yu'er looked at the long tube, instinctively wanting to recoil, a trace of fear in her eyes. But her body was bound by the bodysuit, leaving her nowhere to escape. Xiao Zhu gently pinched Yu'er's chin, forcing her mouth open, her tone soothing: "Miss, please bear with it, it's for your own good. This tube is connected to the nutrient fluid reservoir on your back and will periodically extend and retract, both preventing your tongue from atrophying due to prolonged silence and dispensing a high-concentration nutrient fluid to maintain your perfect figure without the hassle of eating." As the metal tube slowly entered, Yu'er felt an intense foreign body sensation reaching deep into her throat. The cold metal touch involuntarily made her gag, and physiological tears instantly welled up in her eyes. But soon, the straps on the outside of the gag were fastened behind her head. The exterior of the gag was an exquisite silver ring, holding her lips open in a perfect circle, preventing her from closing them. Her tender tongue could only helplessly press against the metal tube, saliva flowing down the corners of her mouth, then being absorbed by the special absorbent layer at the neckline of the bodysuit. But this was only the beginning. Xiao Zhu took out a pair of one-way translucent contact lenses. These lenses were an eerie deep purple, with magical halos swirling on their surface. Once worn, Yu'er's world instantly became dim and blurry, only allowing her to see vague outlines, as if she were in the deep sea, surrounded by bizarre sights. From the outside, her eyes appeared a deep purple, emitting an eerie cold light, with no discernible pupil focus, looking hollow and mysterious. "Next is hearing." Xiao Zhu took out an exquisite silver box containing warm, specially prepared sealing wax. She carefully dripped the wax into Yu'er's ear canals. As the wax solidified, external sounds were instantly blocked out, leaving only her own heavy breathing and heartbeat. This sudden silence instilled a sense of panic. To ensure absolute certainty, Xiao Zhu then placed a cat-ear headband with powerful noise-canceling earplugs on her. The fluffy white cat ears twitched on top of her head, creating a stark contrast with Yu'er's current state of sensory deprivation and bewildered helplessness, exuding a cruel cuteness and vulnerability. The sense of smell was not to be spared either. Two cotton swabs soaked in a special chili water were inserted into Yu'er's nostrils. The pungent stimulation instantly shot up to her brain, causing tears to stream down her face, her nasal cavities burning painfully, yet she couldn't reach to rub them. Immediately after, an exquisite deerskin mask covered the lower half of her face. The mask was designed to fit extremely snugly, with only two tiny air holes at the nostrils. Every breath became extremely difficult, as if struggling in a high-altitude, oxygen-deprived environment, only able to emit faint "hissing" sounds. "Hoo... hoo..." Yu'er's chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by a burning sensation in her lungs and the terror of suffocation. This near-death experience would accompany her throughout the day.

A crisp, rhythmic clinking of crystal shattered the garden's hushed whispers. All eyes turned towards the garden entrance. There, a breathtaking "Spirit" emerged. Yu'er, clad in the resplendent "Spirit Restraint," refracted a dazzling, mesmerizing light under the sun. Twenty-centimeter-tall crystal ballet boots forced her into an extremely taut posture. Each step required a violent contraction of her thigh muscles to propel her stiffened calves. The clear sound of the boot soles hitting the ground was like the beat of some sacred ritual. A mithril corset cinched her waist to an inhuman thinness, creating a stark visual contrast with her breasts, which were drawn taut and erect by ruby nipple clamps. Her arms were bound behind her back within gauntlets, forcing her to hold her chest high and her head up, projecting an inviolable arrogance. At her feet, the black and white figure – Xiao Zhu – followed on all fours, enduring the searing pain in her knees. She held a pure gold leash in her mouth, the other end magnetically attached to Yu'er's palm. The appearance of this pair instantly eclipsed all the rare treasures in the garden. "Is that the Great General's daughter? Truly... exquisite." "I heard this restraint set is Lan Qiao'er's masterpiece, capable of amplifying the wearer's magic tenfold." "But the price is complete immobility, isn't it? Look at her, she can barely turn her head." Amidst the hushed murmurs, Yu'er, without looking aside, walked directly towards the main seat in the center of the garden. There, the Second Princess sat enthroned within her golden cage, observing everything coldly through her transparent mask. Yu'er reached the golden cage and, with great difficulty, bent down – the limit allowed by the corset – performing a stiff curtsy to the Second Princess. "Hmph." Just then, a discordant voice rang out. "This is the Vermilion Bird Empire's 'strongest weapon'? I see only a delicate porcelain doll." The speaker was a man clad in heavy black armor, the envoy from the Black Tortoise Empire, Tie Le. The Black Tortoise Empire, which valued defense and strength, had always disdained the Vermilion Bird's practice of restraining its women. Tie Le strode before Yu'er, looking down at her with utter contempt. "With your limbs all locked, how are you supposed to fight? Are you going to blind the enemy with that pretty outfit?" The air instantly froze. The Second Princess remained silent, merely tilting her head slightly to look at Yu'er. Yu'er slowly straightened her back, her gaze, through the one-way mirrored contact lenses, coldly fixed on the man who clearly had no idea of his impending doom. She could not speak, her throat gagged, but her eyes held no trace of offended anger, only the calm of someone looking at a corpse. "What? Not convinced?" Tie Le sneered, reaching out to touch the crystal gorget on Yu'er's shoulder. "Let me see how sturdy this thing really is..."