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. From that 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..."

In the center of the grand hall, the Dragon Throne, a symbol of supreme power, had become a "living shrine." The Empress sat upon the throne, clad in a golden, floor-sweeping ceremonial robe adorned with nine phoenixes soaring towards the sun. This was no ordinary garment, but the masterpiece of the Lan Qiao'er workshop—the "Seven Apertures Exquisite · Living Body Restraint Suit." Golden conduits extended from the back of the Dragon Throne, piercing the Empress's spine and the back of her head like sentient veins, integrating her with the entire palace's defensive array. Through the specially designed transparent crystal viewport on the chest of the robe, one could clearly see the replaced "Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart" within the Empress's thoracic cavity. The mechanical heart, composed of gears, lenses, jade, and rubies, beat with a steady, cold rhythm. Each pulsation was accompanied by a faint magical glow, drawing out the vast magical power within the Empress and channeling it into the Dragon Throne's array. Her face was held in a benevolent yet majestic smile by an intricate "Golden Facial Brace," its gold threads even smoothing the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. The inner side of the brace was covered in tiny rune probes, deeply embedded into her facial nerves. This not only stripped her of the ability to express emotion but also constantly stimulated her pain receptors, keeping her in a state of absolute clarity amidst extreme agony. Her hands were encased in pure gold gauntlets, her fingers forcibly straightened, and her fingertips fused with the armrests of the Dragon Throne. Barbs on the inside of the gauntlets pressed against her finger bones; any thought of struggling would release searing electric currents. The Grand Princess stood to the Empress's left. She wore a gown of crystal gauze. This dress, made of an extremely transparent material, revealed her perfect body without reservation—a body that had been repeatedly trained by tentacles during her imprisonment in the [Pseudo-Qinglong Empire]. Countless tiny crystal shards were woven into the gauze, gently caressing her now hypersensitive skin with every breath. Her arms were bound behind her back, rigidly fixed by a longsword. The cold blade pressed against her spine, its hilt and tip wedged against the back of her head and her tailbone, forcing her to arch her chest in a posture of utter sacrifice. From the knees down, she was completely sealed within a one-piece crystal base. The transparent crystal, like solidified amber, perfectly encased her slender calves and delicate arches. The base was inscribed with binding runes, completely stripping her of the ability to walk and continuously draining the strength from her legs, leaving her standing helplessly like a trophy ready to be moved. Her eyes stared blankly into the void, the sharp glint of her past long since dulled by countless nights of training, leaving only the tragic beauty and obedience of a royal artifact. To the Empress's right knelt the Grand Commandant, recently released from the water prison. She wore a purple, high-necked patent leather official uniform. This outfit had no sleeves, binding her arms tightly against her torso, forming a smooth cylinder that made her resemble a purple pillar. The patent leather surface gleamed with a cold luster, tightly encasing her voluptuous body and outlining breathtaking curves. Her mouth held a specially made gag—the "Tiger Tally Jade Seal," a symbol of military authority. The jade seal was carved into a shape suitable for the mouth, deeply embedded between her teeth, forcing her lips apart and allowing only muffled whimpers to escape. This seal, once commanding armies, had now become an instrument to silence her speech. Her legs were pressed together and folded, her calves bound tightly to her thighs with sturdy ribbons, forcing her into a standard kneeling posture. Beneath her knees lay a washboard-shaped metal plate, covered in sharp, inverted triangular serrations, causing a stinging pain with every slight movement. Her back was forcibly straightened by a transparent magical brace, serving as a "human inkstone" for the Second Princess to issue military orders. Although retaining the title of Grand Commandant, she was effectively reduced to this role. In the shadows of the great hall, General Mei sat quietly in her wheelchair. Though not placed in a prominent position like the others, the oppressive aura she exuded was undiminished. She wore a black velvet gown embroidered with dark gold phoenix patterns. However, this seemingly noble attire was designed to conceal the abnormalities of her body. Her legs, ravaged by prolonged wear of court stockings, had long lost the ability to walk, now hanging limply on the wheelchair's footrests, tightly bound by black ribbons. Behind her stood Aunt Lan, also restrained. Aunt Lan wore a form-fitting qipao, her legs locked together, ankle bells jingling with the movement of the wheelchair. Her arms were secured at her sides by satin ribbons, her wrists connected to the wheelchair's crossbar by chains. Mei held a delicate control core in her hand—the secondary control terminal for the "Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart." While the Empress was nominally the supreme ruler, the frequency of her heart's beating and the output power of her magic were effectively controlled by Mei's fingertips. She needed no words; a gentle adjustment of the core's gears could make the entire palace's defensive array tremble. She was "Announce—the White Tiger Emissary's audience." The Second Princess's voice echoed through the hall via the amplification array. She did not stand before the assembled officials but sat within the iconic "Phoenix Golden Cage," carried into the hall by eight strong attendants. Through the bars of the golden cage, one could see her suffocating "Permanent Restraint Leg Rings" and "Holy Crystal Chains." Bone-piercing nails had punctured her joints, and tattoos had stolen her muscle strength. She was like a phoenix with broken wings, imprisoned in the most opulent of cages. Her legs were tightly bound by the Holy Crystal leg rings, long nails driven deep into her thighs, causing excruciating pain with every slight muscle contraction. Her feet were sealed in platform shoes, her toes pierced by fiberglass wires. Her face was completely covered by a latex mask, her mouth filled with a pear-shaped gag, her tongue secured by a tongue ring, and her eyes obscured by opaque cosmetic lenses. She could not see, hear, or speak, perceiving the world only through physical pain. Yet, it was this extreme self-restraint that made her the most steadfast practitioner of the "Nishang Iron Rule." As the Second Princess's voice fell, Lan Qiao'er, dressed in a practical workshop uniform, entered, leading a thick platinum-gold chain. The deep blue, one-piece work suit, made of special memory fabric, clung tightly to her shapely figure, every inch of material fitting like a second skin. Around her waist, cinched into an hourglass shape by a whalebone corset, was a wide metal belt laden with various alchemical tools, clinking with her every step. Most striking were her arms. To ensure stability when operating precision instruments, both her arms were completely covered by two sets of intricate exoskeleton mechanical arms. The joints of the mechanical arms shimmered with a faint blue magical glow, not only enhancing her strength but also, to some extent, restricting her range of motion, forcing every movement to be precise and restrained. This seemingly ordinary uniform held a hidden secret—beneath the raised fabric on her back, one could vaguely discern her true arms, folded to their limit and bound behind her shoulders. They were wrapped in layers of precise restraints, her fingers interlocked and locked, completely devoid of mobility. The "arms" currently manipulating the chain were, in fact, two sets of exquisite exoskeleton prosthetic limbs. The joints of the mechanical arms pulsed with a faint blue magical glow, not only granting her superhuman strength but also, to a degree, making her a puppet of this workshop uniform. Equally unsettling was her lower body. Her slender legs, encased in heavy boots, moved with a stiff, unnatural gait at the knees. In reality, her true legs had been folded backward using special jujutsu techniques, her calves pressed against the back of her thighs, her ankles locked beneath her buttocks, her entire body crammed into this upright mechanical shell as if in a kneeling posture. The specially designed magnetic suction devices on the soles of her boots made each step steady and powerful, yet they concealed the agony her flesh endured from extreme flexion. This restricted yet elegant posture was the ultimate pursuit of the Lan Qiao'er workshop—to completely bind the flesh, leaving only perfect mechanics and order in motion.

"Let me go! I refuse! If you have the guts, don't use these wicked tricks! Fight me again on the battlefield, man to man!" General Helian Hu, commander of the vanguard of the White Tiger Legion, a berserker with a high-level berserk bloodline, her eyes were bloodshot, her muscles bulging. Her originally tall and sturdy body was full of explosive power, and her sun-kissed skin, weathered by years of wind and sun, was adorned with scars of honor. Her face, once heroic and well-defined, was now contorted with rage. With her terrifying physical strength, she actually broke free from the thumb-thick steel chains on her left arm. "Roar—!" With a tiger's roar, Helian Hu lunged like lightning at the nearest Vermillion Bird guard, biting off his throat. Blood splattered on her face, flowing down her full, firm chest, making her wild and beautiful face appear like a demon from hell. Once upon a time, she galloped across the grasslands, wielding a horse-chopping saber weighing hundreds of pounds, invincible in the enemy ranks. That freedom and wildness were the essence of her soul. "The blood of the White Tiger will never yield! We will never wear the clothes of you whores!" She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked around contemptuously at the luxurious yet eerie restraint dresses. "Oh? Is that so?" The sound of a wheelchair rolling on the metal floor approached, unhurried. Lan Qiao'er, dressed in a dark and tight artisan's restraint suit, was locked to the wheelchair by her legs and torso, her arms bound tightly behind her back. She could only move with the help of eight steel mechanical arms extending from her back. She tilted her head, looking at Helian Hu, who was struggling like a trapped beast, a glint of fanatical calculation flashing in her eyes. "The fiercer the beast, the more potent the magic extracted. General Helian, you will become the most outstanding power core of my new batch of 'toys'." Before she finished speaking, two thick mechanical arms shot out like venomous snakes. They were so fast that Helian Hu had no time to react before she was firmly clamped by the neck and legs, and pressed down onto the cold display platform. The full-band crystal projection lit up instantly, magnifying the scene of Helian Hu's capture and projecting it into every corner of the workshop. All the White Tiger female soldiers locked on the assembly line were forced to look up and witness the fate of their invincible commander. The display platform cracked open, and a set of armor emitting a strange purple light and decadent aura slowly rose. This restraint dress, named "Fallen Empress," perfectly embodied the extreme luxury and perverse craftsmanship of the Vermillion Bird Empire. It was not simply metal, but a combination of living latex and cloisonné enamel armor. Its surface was inlaid with countless tiny magic crystals and hollowed-out gold ornaments, as gorgeous as a royal coronation gown, but filled with tens of thousands of micro-gears and magic conduits inside. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the high-gloss latex bodysuit, like a living sludge, clung to Helian Hu's struggling limbs. The cold, sticky touch made Helian Hu tremble. This layer of "sludge" quickly hardened and tightened, instantly engulfing her body except for her head. "No! Get away!" Helian Hu frantically urged her berserk battle qi, trying to shatter this disgusting membrane. However, the latex suit instantly absorbed the battle qi, converting it into magic to reinforce the restraint suit. Then, the heavy and gorgeous exoskeleton armor clanged shut. The dark purple metal chest armor forcibly gathered her originally wild and unrestrained breasts, lifting them into a blood-pumping, exaggerated curve. The extremely thin waist made of mithril, like a python, tightened fiercely. With a bone-grinding sound, Helian Hu's originally muscular and explosive waist was forcibly squeezed into a slender, snake-like waist that could be held in one hand. The bulging muscles, symbols of strength, were forced to contract and reshape under the terrifying pressure of the restraint suit. The original robust and powerful silhouette of the female war god was being transformed into an unbelievably graceful and curvaceous beauty under the forced shaping of this gorgeous attire. Click! Click! With the ear-piercing sound of metal closing, dozens of precisely interlocking ruby clasps locked down Helian Hu's proud joints inch by inch. Her arms were forcibly bent, her wrists fixed by exquisite gold hinges in the metal grooves on either side of her shoulders, forcing her to hold her proud chest high and display a morbid elegance. Her legs were roughly folded and stuffed into a pair of hollowed-out beast claw high-heeled boots with a heel height of twenty centimeters. The exquisite enamel greaves clung to her forcibly straightened calves, outlining a breathtaking curve. In the blink of an eye, this once proud commander who had swept through armies was forced into a humiliating posture on the display platform: on all fours, her waist extremely lowered, and her buttocks propped high by the metal skirt frame. Pathetically, the design of this restraint dress was so ingenious that even in such an extremely humiliating posture, her reshaped figure still exuded a suffocating charm and nobility, as if she were a meticulously carved work of art. "Kill me! You bitch, kill me!" Helian Hu's eyes were filled with tears, still making her last resistance. She tried to recall the whistling wind on the grasslands, trying to use her past pride to resist this shame that was flaying her alive, but every inch of her body was held captive by this gorgeous torture device. "Kill you? That would be a waste." Lan Qiao'er's mechanical arm grabbed a thick gag inlaid with pearls and gold leaf. The gag was designed to be extremely ornate, but its interior was filled with probes connected to the depths of her nerves. She roughly stuffed it into Helian Hu's mouth and locked it behind her head with a "click," turning her earth-shattering roar into a muffled whimper. "Restraint suit, activate 'Pain-Pleasure Conversion Circuit'." Buzz—! At Lan Qiao'er's command, the gorgeous exoskeleton on Helian Hu's body suddenly tightened. As soon as her violent battle qi touched the inner wall of the restraint suit, it was instantly converted by the micro-magic arrays on the living latex into hundreds or thousands of times the pain, rushing straight to her brain along her spine. "Mmm—!" Helian Hu convulsed violently. Her beautiful face, flushed with pain and shame, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, cold sweat instantly soaked the inner latex suit. However, this was only the beginning. What followed was a devastating pleasure. At the peak of the pain, hidden mechanisms connected to her sensitive areas were violently activated. High-voltage current mixed with potent aphrodisiacs flowed precisely into her body through capillary-like conduits inside the latex suit. The pain and extreme pleasure created a short-circuit-like chaos in her brain. Helian Hu, who only knew how to fight on the battlefield, had never experienced such amplified physical torment and ecstasy. Helian Hu's proud iron will collapsed under absolute physiological control. Her eyes, once full of wildness and defiance, gradually became unfocused, covered with a watery charm.

A deathly silence fell over the hall. It was clearly a vicious trap, but every woman forced to wear a gag knew the price of making a sound. Elena's once proud head now hung limply, sweat soaking through her dark, tight-fitting corset, the fabric clinging to her voluptuous skin. She wanted to utter even a muffled groan in a final act of resistance, her throat muscles convulsing desperately, trying to pry open the mechanical gag brutally piercing her mouth. However, the excruciating electric shock from before still lingered in her nerve endings; any struggle would cause the corset's tightening gears to squeeze her internal organs almost out of her mouth, and her arms, bound behind metal tubes, were numb and utterly devoid of feeling. Finally, this once powerful woman, who had dominated the council, could only close her blindfolded eyes in despair, letting tears of humiliation stream down her cheeks, swallowing her last shred of dignity along with her saliva. Sofia, trapped inside the milky-white polymer restraint suit, completely broke down. This translucent artificial skin completely isolated her from the outside world; she could clearly feel her sweat stickily flowing inside the sealed suit, the suffocating sensation constantly assaulting her sanity. She tried to protest by pounding on the armrests with her mittens-covered hands, but the special rubber straps tightly binding her waist held her arms firmly in place. All her struggles amounted to only the faint creaking sounds of the suit rubbing against each other. The once-proud, powerful tycoon was now unable to utter a sound of protest, only able to let out desperate, heavy breaths in claustrophobic fear. Meanwhile, in the corner, Mia was so terrified she dared not even breathe. The rough leather corset constricted her chest painfully, each inhale feeling like torture. The heavy iron collar pressed against her trachea, and she bit down hard on the traction ball in her mouth, daring not to loosen her grip even as her gums ached. She was terrified that the slightest relaxation would elicit a terrified sob, which would be considered "dissent" and bring even more terrible punishment. Her petite body trembled uncontrollably under the pull of the iron rings and chains, passively accepting her fate like a lamb being led to its slaughter. A full half-minute passed. Apart from the muffled breathing, the sticky friction of leather against latex, and the faint crackling of residual electricity, no one dared to utter a single clear syllable in the entire council hall. Those female senators who usually spoke so eloquently and controlled the fate of the Federation were now all reduced to exquisite and pathetic silent puppets. "Very good, it seems everyone has reached a perfect consensus. Unanimously passed." Lan Qiao'er announced with a cold smile, elegantly pressing the green button signifying the bill's enactment. The crisp electronic notification echoed throughout the hall, tolling the death knell for the freedom of all women in the White Tiger Federation. The speed and intensity of the implementation of the "Women's Restraint Dress Act" exceeded everyone's expectations. Under the violent intervention and pervasive surveillance of the Imperial Customs Officials, the entire White Tiger Federation underwent this thorough "transformation" within just a few weeks. The Federation, once renowned for its freedom and democracy, has now been transformed into a vast and oppressive exhibition hall of restraint. The once bustling streets, filled with laughter and joy, now feature a new "beautiful" sight. Every woman permitted to walk the streets is, without exception, crammed into suffocatingly tight restraint dresses. The once glamorous heiresses of wealthy families are now forced to wear extremely tight, heavy latex dresses, their arms bound behind their backs with long, laced leather gloves. The businesswomen who once frequented shops are now forced into tight-fitting uniforms with intertwined, stiff leather belts, their full breasts supported by metal braces, their waists constricted to an unbearable size by corsets. Even the once vibrant and innocent young girls are locked in specially made, fully-enclosed straitjackets, the heavy fabric completely covering them. Without exception, their faces are covered with thick black silk cloth, inside which are leather masks that obscure their features, secured with metal buckles. Oversized silicone gags connected to tubes are forcibly inserted into their mouths, and glistening saliva drips uncontrollably from their chins, wetting their shirts. Completely deprived of their sight and with their hands tightly bound behind their backs, these women could only move slowly and gracefully through the streets, like blind people, relying on the restraint of a metal chain less than ten centimeters long between their ankles. The dull thud of their high heels striking the pavement, mixed with the crisp clatter of the dragging chains, became the only melody on the streets. A slight misstep would send them crashing heavily onto the cold concrete, losing their balance. Unable to use their hands for support, they could only writhe and struggle helplessly on the ground like legless insects, under the indifferent or mocking gazes of passersby. Until the patrolling Imperial Customs Officer coldly approached, grabbing the metal chain attached to their thick collars, roughly half-lifting, half-dragging them up, sometimes accompanied by a few loud lashes of a leather whip as punishment for "poor manners." Even within the confines of their homes, the women could not escape the strict constraints of their daily lives. Heavy metal chastity belts and airtight bodysuits became a second layer of skin welded to their bodies, a permanent barrier they could never remove. A female judge, once high and mighty on the Federal Supreme Court, was now bound hand and foot to a specially made eight-immortal chair, enduring the relentless vibrations of a U-shaped jade device protruding into her anus and rectum. During repeated orgasms, she was limp and delirious. At mealtimes, she could only humiliatingly tilt her head back, allowing Chinese male servants to force-feed her life-sustaining liquid food into her throat, which was stretched open by a gag, using an imperial-issued funnel-shaped feeder. Any slight delay in swallowing would cause her to choke and cough, tears welling in her eyes. Their excretions were also completely involuntary, strictly controlled by tubes and electronic valves implanted in the underside of their dresses, only activating at set times. The democratic system that the White Tiger Federation once took pride in had now been utterly reduced to the most ironic puppet in the hands of the Vermilion Bird Empire. The so-called "women's suffrage" and "parliamentary democracy" were nothing more than forcibly placing a group of voluptuous bodies, completely deprived of their senses, freedom of speech, and freedom of action, on leather seats in the parliament like ornaments; in reality, they existed in name only. Not long after, the second National Assembly convened as scheduled. This assembly proceeded with unparalleled "smoothness" and "efficiency." Inside the circular parliament hall, hundreds of female delegates were still firmly strapped to cold metal seats, but the degree of restraint they endured had clearly undergone a more cruel escalation. Imperial craftsmen had dressed them in specially made "wartime voting dresses." The once voluptuous and proud body of veteran liberal female councilor Elena was now tightly wrapped in a set of obsidian armor skirts with a self-tightening function. The black velvet blindfold in front of her eyes had been replaced with a heavy, fully enclosed metal shell, its edges deeply embedded in her cheeks. To prevent her from uttering even the slightest protest, the mechanical gag that had been brutally pierced her mouth was replaced with a large, metal ratchet-like gag with a forced swallowing function. The gag forced her lips open, each breath causing the ratchet to turn with a chilling "click." Her arms, bound behind her back in the metal tube, were further chained directly above the chair back, forcing her to endure the gazes of the crowd in an extremely humiliating, chest-out posture. Business tycoon Sophia, on the other hand, had over a dozen alloy coils carrying a weak electric current wrapped around her milky-white polymer restraint suit. These coils not only completely locked her arms, but also deformed her beautiful curves to the point of near deformity. Her head, completely sealed by a hood, had only two extremely thin breathing tubes visible through her nostrils. Sweat, trapped inside the suit from extreme fear and heat, could not escape and could only slowly trickle down her desperately convulsing body, pooling into a murky puddle beneath the seat. As for the young commoner representative, Mia, her rough leather corset was tightened to an unbelievable degree, and the traction chain on her thick iron collar was locked directly to the bottom of the seat in front of her, forcing her to hunch forward miserably like a female dog. Her petite body was already extremely weak from the continuously operating mana extraction array, and the punitive electric shock rings connected between her legs flashed with eerie blue electricity, preventing her from even trembling slightly; she could only emit faint, dying whimpers in the absolute darkness and silence. The only agenda item of the assembly was to declare war on the Xuanwu Kingdom. "The vote begins." On the platform, Lan Qiao'er's mechanical arm elegantly drew a cold arc in the air. "As before, those who object, please raise your objections loudly." In the suffocating silence, no one could respond. Elena's throat was tightly gagged with a ratchet gag, only drooling in humiliation; Sophia, strangled by a latex suit and coils, could barely breathe; Mia was nearly unconscious from the pulling of her collar. These representatives had been completely drained of their will to struggle; their brains, after repeated torture and punishment, were reduced to nothing more than the instinct for obedience. As the electronic notification sounded crisply, the final voting results were displayed on the large screen—these female representatives, whose breathing and excretion had been completely controlled and who had become puppets of the empire, had once again passed the resolution to declare war on the Xuanwu Kingdom with an absolute "unanimous vote." The Suzaku Empire's massive war machine, accompanied by the humiliating, silent trembling of hundreds of female representatives, bared its fangs towards its next target.

Under the protracted and insane war of attrition, the proud steel defense line of the Xuanwu Kingdom finally reached its breaking point. The Vermilion Bird Empire's "Nishang Iron Discipline" not only tore through the formations with bizarre tactics but also completely dismantled the women generals' resistance, both mentally and physically, with "Battlefield Capture Restraints" specifically developed for the Xuanwu women generals' physiques. The vanguard commander Wulan, after smashing dozens of charging knights, finally showed a slight lapse in stamina. The artisan corps under Lan Qiao'er seized the opportunity to activate the "Magnetic Gravity Shackles" buried in the soil. Four heavy obsidian magnetic rings instantly attached themselves to Wulan's limb joints, releasing a terrifying gravity field. This iron lady, capable of moving mountains, was crushed to the ground, her limbs rigidly fixed to the earth in a spread-eagle position by the magnetic force, leaving her to watch helplessly as the vanguard position was submerged by a pink tide. The Royal Shield Guard Tayya, her movements sluggish under the erosion of aphrodisiac toxins, was caught off guard by several White Tiger female soldiers who closed in. They inserted an alchemical plant called "Armor-Piercing Vine Noose" into the gaps of Tayya's heavy armor. The vines grew wildly upon contact with blood, not only binding Tayya's limbs tightly inside the armor but also sprouting countless barbs that pierced her sensitive acupoints. Tayya convulsed in a mixture of intense pain and strange pleasure, and the steel tower shield, symbolizing the Xuanwu Kingdom's absolute defense, crashed to the ground, causing the shield formation to collapse. After the Grand Priest Aru's barrier was torn apart by the beast-like legion, she was immediately subjected to targeted sealing. Several "female dogs" pinned her down, and the surrounding soldiers roughly fastened a set of "Magic-Sealing Throat Locks" onto her face. The metal tongue depressor with barbs deeply pierced her trachea, not only completely shattering her incantations but also locking a fully enclosed soundproof hood onto her head. Deprived of her senses and voice, the Grand Priest could only writhe in despair in the darkness, and the Xuanwu Kingdom's magic array was completely paralyzed. The heavy crossbow shooter Mo Mo, about to reload her crossbow amidst the sea of fire, had her arms entangled by the Curse Weaver's invisible threads. Immediately after, a set of "Anti-Joint Alloy Arm Binders" was forcibly equipped onto her arms. The cold mechanical structure mercilessly bent her strong arms backward to their limit and locked her ten fingers one by one with steel finger cots. Accompanied by the crisp sound of dislocated bones, this chief military industrial blacksmith let out a piercing scream, and the long-range firepower network fell completely silent. And when Princess Tuoba Yu, who had transformed into a berserker, was exhausted under the siege of the puppet legion, a "Neural Deprivation Restraint Net" personally controlled by Lan Qiao'er descended from the sky. The mithril threads, flashing with a faint blue light, instantly cut through her armor and deeply pierced her spinal and limb nerves. The berserker's rage was forcibly transformed into high-frequency electric shocks and pleasure. Tuoba Yu couldn't even hold her twin axes, her massive body twitching violently within the restraint net, losing control and going limp. As the linchpins one by one became trembling captives within the specially designed restraints, the psychological defense line of the Xuanwu Kingdom army completely collapsed, and their proud steel defense line finally crumbled into dust in this decadent and cruel conquest. On the day the city fell, in the square where the fires of war gradually subsided, the once unyielding Xuanwu women generals were rigidly locked onto cold execution racks by specially made magnetic shackles. Their proud, heavy armor was brutally stripped away by the artisan corps under Lan Qiao'er using cutting formations. Accompanied by the ear-splitting sound of shattering metal, one by one, their strong, well-trained, scarred, yet wild bodies were exposed to the air. However, what awaited them was not blades, but the "Black Iron Heavy Restraint Dress" personally supervised by the Empire's chief alchemical artisan, Lan Qiao'er. The former heavy legion commander Wulan frantically twisted her explosive muscles, attempting to break free from the chains. Several artisans used a winch to lift the two-hundred-jin "Black Iron Rose Heavy Skirt Armor" and forcibly fitted it onto her body. The cold deep-sea black iron pressed against her scorching skin, and the heavy gilded armguards were rigidly bent backward, locking at her lower back with a "click" of mechanical engagement. Wulan roared, trying to kick the skirt armor to pieces, but the moment the skirt closed, the metal corolla hidden between her thighs precisely embedded itself into her private parts. She instinctively tensed her thigh muscles to resist, but the metal corolla immediately sensed the pressure and erupted with high-frequency vibrations. Wulan's roar instantly changed its tune, transforming into a sweet moan. Her powerful body trembled violently under the dual assault of pressure and pleasure, and tears of humiliation mixed with sweat slid down her full pectoral muscles. Beside her, the former Royal Shield Guard Tayya was forcibly stripped and replaced with a qipao made of metal mesh that tightly bound her entire body. Her strong legs were forced together by two artisans and fitted into a pair of heavy iron rings. Immediately after, the thirty-jin "Platinum Lotus Ballet Iron Boots" were welded onto her feet. Without heels, the iron boots forced her to stand only on her tiptoes. Tayya gritted her teeth, trying to stabilize her balance with her core strength, but the tiny electrodes inside the qipao immediately released dense currents. The more she exerted herself, the more fiercely the current penetrated her skin, reaching directly into her uterus. This once rock-solid guard could only sway precariously in extreme numbness and pleasure, her sanity destroyed by the intense urge to relieve herself intertwined with pleasure. The former chief military industrial blacksmith Mo Mo struggled the most fiercely; her strong arms almost broke the temporary shackles. However, when the "Silver Wing Shackles" heavy metal bustier was put on, all resistance became futile. The artisans tightened the metal corset, constricting her robust waist to the point of near breakage, and the bustier locked in a cross at the front, pressing her arms tightly to her sides. Mo Mo gasped for air, but the ruby nipple clamps inside the bustier tightened with her every breath, sharp pain accompanied by aphrodisiacs injected into her mammary glands. Her proud strength was completely sealed, leaving her with only desperate and delicate gasps like a trapped beast, her eyes filled with the humiliation and despair of being toyed with. The former Xuanwu Grand Priest Aru was pressed against a stone pillar, her sacred ceremonial robe torn to shreds. An extremely heavy "Crystal Iron Canopy" headdress was bolted above her skull, and a wide collar studded with spikes dug into her neck. When the mithril-made "Magic-Sealing Gag" was roughly shoved into her mouth, reaching all the way to her trachea, she attempted to counter with a muttered incantation. But the gag instantly absorbed her magic power, converting it into high-voltage current that struck the root of her tongue. Aru's eyes rolled back, her body arching in an exaggerated curve. The sacred priestess lost control under the torment of the electric current, her soiled fluids dripping and spreading on the floor tiles, her psychological defenses completely shattered. And the most despairing was the "coronation" of Princess Tuoba Yu. She was stretched into a spread-eagle position by dozens of mithril chains, forced to watch as the ultimate restraint wedding dress, weighing three hundred jin – the "Sigh of the Empire" – was slowly lowered by a mechanical arm. This restraint suit, custom-made for Xuanwu women, was forged from extremely dense deep-sea black iron and was exceptionally heavy. Its surface was carved with extremely intricate and beautiful镂空 patterns, adorned with deep obsidian and amethyst, resembling heavy metal artworks. However, beneath this beautiful metal shell, it was filled with dense stimulation arrays and mechanical mechanisms. As the heavy metal framework conformed to Tuoba Yu's body, countless tiny mechanical tentacles, like灵蛇, burrowed into every sensitive spot. The tougher the Xuanwu women's physique, the more terrifying the power of this dress became. When Tuoba Yu, relying on her innate strong physique, resisted the heaviness and instinctively tensed her muscles to break free, the internal sensing array of the restraint suit was instantly activated. The heavy metal restraint suit crazily squeezed inward as her muscles tensed. The hidden vibrating magic stones and soft yet resilient mechanical tentacles precisely locked onto every nerve. The more she tried to defend with her tough physique, the more the restraint dress converted her defense into unbearable extreme pleasure from within. Accompanied by exquisite metal eye speculums forcibly holding open Tuoba Yu's eyelids, forcing her to watch herself lose composure and sink into pleasure, this last hope of the Xuanwu Kingdom let out a long, piercing, and lewd wail. The once impregnable fortresses, caught between immense pressure and ultimate ecstasy, were completely conquered.

By the fountain on the street corner, former Royal Shield Guard Tanya was forced to maintain a standard lady's posture. Once the most impenetrable defense line of the Xuanwu Kingdom, her rock-solid stance was now completely deprived of its grounding. She was forced to wear a pair of "Platinum Lotus Ballet Iron Boots" weighing thirty pounds. These iron boots, forged entirely from cold platinum, were lined with fine sensory nerve bundles. They lacked heels, forcing her insteps into an anti-human vertical angle, with only sharp, cone-like metal toes touching the ground. The boot's clasps were deeply embedded in her ankles, compelling her to keep her insteps constantly flexed. Any tendency for her heels to drop would result in sharp spikes at the soles piercing the Yongquan acupoint, injecting a numbing aphrodisiac toxin. She wore a "Black Iron Mesh Qipao" that tightly bound her entire body. This was no ordinary garment, but a torture device woven from countless metal threads, each equipped with tiny barbs and electrodes. The qipao's cut was extremely severe, forcibly constricting her once full and muscular physique into exaggerated, bulging diamond shapes. The metal mesh in the front deliberately left two openings, allowing her nipples to stand proudly in the cold wind, constantly abraded by the edges of the mesh with every breath. Her thighs were clamped together by a pair of heavy "Magnetic Storm Iron Rings," strictly limiting her stride to less than ten centimeters. And deep within the hem of the qipao, a thick brass catheter and a vibrating dildo were already deeply inserted into her body, connected to the qipao's control center. Tanya's hands were bound behind her back in a heavy cross shackle, her wrists and elbows rigidly fixed. At this moment, she was performing her daily labor as a "conqueror"—a large crystal basin filled with clear water was balanced steadily on her head, serving as a "living sculpture" for the street corner fountain, providing clean water for passing nobles to wash their hands. "Yo, isn't this the once mighty Captain Tanya?" a frivolous voice broke the tranquility by the fountain. Approaching were several young nobles. The leader was the former street thug Tanya had personally apprehended for theft years ago, now clad in a luxurious brocade robe due to his role as an inside informant who opened the city gates. He swaggered up to Tanya and deliberately dipped his oil-stained hands into the crystal basin on her head, stirring the water. "When you smashed my leg with your shield back then, did you ever imagine this day?" the youth grinned maliciously, his fingers sliding along the rim of the basin, provocatively tracing Tanya's sweat-drenched face, finally stopping at the slave collar on her neck, and giving it a hard tug. "Ugh!" Tanya let out a muffled groan, her body tilting forward uncontrollably. She tried to use her powerful core strength to stabilize herself, but the more she struggled to stand upright, the more her muscle tension triggered the qipao's punishment mechanism. "Beep—detecting unauthorized muscle tension." A cold mechanical voice sounded from within the collar. Instantly, fine currents from the qipao's interior, like a dense electric net, pierced her skin, reaching directly to her uterus. The magnetic storm iron rings on her thighs tightened violently, clamping her legs even more firmly, and the massive brass object within her body began to vibrate at its highest frequency. "Ah... no..." Tanya's once rock-hard body now trembled violently like a willow branch swaying in the wind. The ballet iron boots screeched on the slippery marble floor as she desperately tried to maintain the balance of the basin on her head. But the overwhelming, surging numbness and pleasure were rapidly destroying her sanity. "What? Can't stand steady? Aren't the Royal Guards supposed to have a solid stance?" the youth escalated, reaching through the metal mesh and fiercely pinching the prominent mounds of Tanya's breasts. "Ahhh!!" With a tragic yet sweet scream, Tanya's last line of defense completely collapsed. The crystal basin slipped from her head and shattered, splashing water all over her. The metal mesh qipao clung tightly to her body, outlining incredibly lewd curves. Her knees buckled, and she fell heavily into the broken glass and water. The tips of her ballet iron boots scraped sparks on the ground. Extreme shame intertwined with the escalating ecstasy within her. Tanya struggled to lift her head. Her once resolute eyes were now completely clouded with lust, tears of humiliation welling in their corners. She gasped for air like a fish out of water, and from her red lips, forced open by a gag, came broken pleas: "I... I'm sorry... Master... Tanya... Tanya couldn't hold it steady... Please... please punish this slutty body..." "Hahahaha! What a perfect pose!" the youth laughed, using his toe to lift Tanya's chin. "Given this fragile elegance, today I'll let you showcase the Royal Guard's 'water feature' right here by the fountain." As the youth finished speaking, the valve of the catheter inside Tanya was mercilessly opened. Amidst the laughter of the onlookers, the former shield of the empire could only close her eyes in despair, trembling with pleasure, as warm liquid trickled down her inner thighs, flowing into the street corner fountain, completing her daily routine as a perfect piece of restrained art. Through the floor-to-ceiling window of a converted high-class tearoom, the former chief military forge master, Mo Mo, could be seen kneeling before a metal tea table. Her once sturdy arms, which had forged countless divine weapons, were completely sealed by a heavy metal corset called the "Silver Wing Shackles." This corset, crafted from a mixture of dark gold and black iron, was engraved with intricate formations unique to the Vermilion Bird Empire. It pressed her arms tightly to her sides and locked them crossed in front of her chest, rendering her immobile, like a bird with broken wings, unable to move even a finger. The heavy metal corset was lined with precise gears and barbs, forcibly cinching her once robust waist into an exaggerated hourglass shape, almost breaking her ribs. The heavy armor not only compelled her to keep her chest perpetually puffed out but also locked her legs in an extremely humiliating "M" kneeling posture. Every time she attempted to take a deep breath to alleviate the suffocation, the ruby nipple clamps inside the corset would tighten fiercely with the expansion of her chest, simultaneously injecting high concentrations of aphrodisiac toxin into her body through micro-needles. "Ding-dong—" The tearoom doorbell chimed. A newly appointed Vermilion Bird Empire noblewoman, draped in a magnificent red robe, arrogantly entered and took a seat on a soft cushion before Mo Mo. "Is this the chief forge master who once crafted the Black Tortoise Heavy Shield? Now it seems she's nothing more than an exquisite tea table," the noblewoman sneered, placing a scorching hot white porcelain teacup directly onto the flat metal tray on Mo Mo's head. A flicker of humiliation and anger flashed in Mo Mo's eyes, but she was utterly incapable of movement. As part of her daily "work," she had to perform a special tea ceremony for the guest. Mo Mo painfully bent her waist, which was rigidly fixed by the corset, attempting to pick up the purple clay teapot on the table with her lips. However, this minuscule bending motion triggered the "Silver Wing Shackles'" punishment mechanism. "Ugh...!" Mo Mo let out a muffled groan. As her waist bent, the gears within the metal corset spun wildly. The ruby nipple clamps instantly released strong currents and toxins, while the brass vibrator hidden beneath her skirt and deeply inserted into her body also activated to its highest frequency of rampage. "What? Don't even have the strength to pour tea? Where did the power go that you once wielded a hundred-pound hammer?" the noblewoman asked with a cold laugh, deliberately raking her fingernails across Mo Mo's thigh, tautly bound by the metal mesh. Intense pleasure and the agony of suffocation intertwined. Mo Mo's cheeks flushed with an unhealthy crimson, sweat dripping down her firm jawline. She gritted her teeth fiercely, refusing to let the teapot fall from her mouth, as scalding tea slowly poured into the cup from the spout. Every breath, every tremor of her muscles, was accompanied by excruciating pain and ecstasy from her chest, forcing her rough gasps into the delicate panting of a noble lady. When the last drop of tea fell into the cup, Mo Mo finally couldn't hold on. Her body lurched backward, and the tray on her head made a crisp clinking sound. She gasped for air, her eyes glazed over, saliva trickling down the corners of her mouth, leaving lewd marks on the metal corset. The once sweat-drenched, hot-tempered artisan, through day after day of restraint and conditioning, had been transformed into the tearoom's most exquisite, tranquil, and merely swaying metal ornament, capable only of trembling in ecstasy.

Beneath the distant prayer bell tower, the former Grand Priestess of Xuanwu, Aru, was being dragged forward by a thick metal chain. At the other end of the chain was Hongye, the new Warden of the Vermilion Bird Empire, a smirk plastered across her face. Aru, once capable of chanting a city-wide defensive barrier and revered as a saint by countless Xuanwu citizens, was now forced to wear a heavy, metallic restraint known as the "Fallen Sacred Chant." This attire, outwardly resembling a pure white nun's habit, was in reality a torturous device cast from weighty mithril and lead. Its interior was lined with a rigid metal framework, cinching her waist into a suffocating, funnel-like shape. Her arms were forcibly folded behind her back, encased in integrated metal gauntlets, her hands locked by a pair of white jade shackles in a perpetual "hands clasped" prayer pose, unable to move even a single finger. The heavy metallic skirt clung tightly to her legs, her knees fixed by internal clasps. Her feet were clad in fifteen-centimeter-high, heel-less cast iron stilettos, forcing her to move in agonizingly small, ballet-like tiptoe steps, each less than ten centimeters. Her head was locked down by an incredibly heavy "Crystal Iron Canopy" headdress. This crown not only pressed down on her cervical spine but was also connected by several thin silver chains to a wide, spiked collar around her neck. Any slight movement of her head would cause the spikes to mercilessly pierce her fair skin. Her mouth was forcibly fitted with a mithril "Magic Silencer," its end reaching deep into her throat. This device not only stripped her of her voice but also served as the sole passage for her to consume liquid food. "Hurry up, Your Excellency, your 'morning prayer' time is almost here." Hongye yanked the chain sharply, causing Aru to lose her balance and stumble forward. With her hands locked, she was unable to regain her footing and could only close her eyes in despair, awaiting the fall. However, the metal framework within the gown suddenly locked, rigidly supporting her in mid-air. Immediately, several thick, vibrating jade pillars hidden within the skirt thrust into her nether regions, erupting in high-frequency tremors. "Mmmph...!" A shrill, muffled groan escaped Aru's throat as her legs trembled violently. For the past few months, this had been Aru's daily existence. Every morning, she was paraded to this very bell tower, where she once preached, to perform a humiliating "prayer" for the rulers of the Vermilion Bird Empire. She couldn't dress herself, couldn't feed herself, and even her bodily functions were strictly controlled by tubes within the gown. The once-lofty Grand Priestess now lacked even the dignity to wipe the drool from her own lips. Beneath the bell tower, several former subjects of the Xuanwu Kingdom were being whipped by Vermilion Bird soldiers. Witnessing this, a flicker of grief and anger flashed in Aru's eyes. She desperately tried to silently recite defensive incantations in her mind, hoping to summon even a sliver of holy light to protect her people. However, the moment she mobilized her spiritual energy, the "Magic Silencer" and the "Fallen Sacred Chant" gown reacted instantly. The silencer greedily absorbed her magic, converting it into high-voltage current that directly electrocuted the root of her tongue and her throat. Simultaneously, several tiny steel needles shot out from the white jade shackles on her chest, which were still locked in their prayer pose, piercing her palms with pinpoint accuracy. The vibrating jade pillars beneath her skirt began to spin and thrust wildly with the surge of her magic, injecting aphrodisiacs directly into her body. "Mmmghhh—!" Her sacred incantation was utterly shattered, reduced to a series of blush-inducing whimpers that seeped from the metallic seams. The intense current and extreme pleasure instantly overwhelmed her reason, and Aru's knees finally buckled, collapsing her onto the stone pavement. Yet, even in this position, her upper body was still forced by the restraint into the pious posture of clasped hands. Hongye walked up to her, using her whip to lift Aru's tear-streaked, flushed face. She sneered, "Look, your Grand Priestess is blessing you all with an orgasm." Crystal-clear saliva dripped from the gaps of the silencer, mingling with the lewd moisture flowing from beneath her skirt, forming a puddle of shame at the base of the bell tower. Accompanied by the gentle sway of her magnificent form, trembling from the weight and the pleasure, Aru was like a walking, vocal masterpiece, exuding an elegance woven from abstinence and depravity. Her former faith was utterly crushed in this moment, leaving only this exquisite shell, trembling endlessly between restraint and ecstasy.

On the White Jade High Platform at the city's center, the spiritual symbol of the Xuanwu Kingdom—Princess Tuoba Yu—was showcasing the empire's most perfect disciplinary achievement to the entire city. She was adorned in the ultimate heavy-duty Xuan Iron restraint wedding dress, hailed as the "Sigh of the Empire." This gown weighed a terrifying three hundred jin, its surface encrusted with countless brilliant diamonds and runes. Tuoba Yu possessed the Xuanwu Kingdom's most superior resilient physique, and she gritted her teeth, attempting to support this heavy shell with astonishing willpower, to maintain the royal family's final dignity. However, the terror of this gown lay in its ability to sense the wearer's every will and muscle tension. The more resolutely Tuoba Yu resisted, the more frantically the hundreds, even thousands, of tiny mechanical tentacles and vibrating magic stones within the dress operated. They squeezed her breasts, waist, and nether regions relentlessly, penetrating every inch. Ultimately, Tuoba Yu's indomitable will melted away amidst a continuous, tsunami-like wave of extreme pleasure. She could not fall, for the heavy metal skeleton forcibly supported her body; she could not close her eyes, for the exquisite metal eye speculums held her eyelids open. She could only remain in this custom-made heavy metal cage of ecstasy, forced to maintain the most perfect, elegant standing posture, allowing crystalline tears and involuntary nectar to flow simultaneously, displaying a tragic beauty and sanctity of being utterly conquered and submerged in the abyss of desire under the gaze of all. Tuoba Yu's wedding dress comprised a three-layered structure: the outermost layer was a Xuan Iron carapace inlaid with over ten thousand perfectly cut diamonds, each diamond inscribed with runes to enhance magical concentration, forming a dazzling curtain of light; the middle layer was a soft metallic mesh that automatically contracted or expanded according to the wearer's muscle tension; and the innermost layer was a lining densely packed with thousands of micro-mechanical tentacles that writhed like living creatures, precisely stimulating every sensitive nerve ending of the body. The chest area of the gown featured a special "breathing synchronization" design, where the vibrating magic stones within the metal bra adjusted their intensity with the heartbeat, making the princess's breathing increasingly rapid and weak. The princess's waist was tightly cinched by a thirty-centimeter-wide Mithril corset, inlaid with dozens of vibrating magic stones. Each stone was connected to a complex runic circuit that monitored the princess's abdominal muscle tension in real-time. Should the princess attempt to contract her abdominal muscles to maintain her posture, the magic stones would release intense electrical pulses, directly stimulating the spinal nerves, causing her entire body to convulse yet rendering her unable to alter her stance. The lower edge of the corset extended into two fine steel chains, connecting to the inner thighs of the princess. These chains were not mere decoration but contained miniature gears that automatically tightened or loosened according to the princess's leg movements, forcing her to maintain an elegant, tightly-closed leg posture. The hem of the wedding dress cascaded like a waterfall, yet it concealed countless mechanisms. The metal framework within the skirt was composed of hundreds of fine steel wires, each connected to a micro-balancer that could sense any subtle tilt of the princess's body. Upon detecting a tilt, these wires would automatically retract, forcibly pulling the princess's body back to a vertical state while releasing needle-like pain as punishment. The edge of the skirt was adorned with rows of bells, which chimed crisply with every movement of the princess, reminding everyone of her every struggle. The princess's arms were completely sealed within the gown's sleeves. These sleeves adopted a "reverse-hand Guanyin" design, forcibly twisting her arms behind her back and securing them at waist height with metal rings. The metal gloves at the cuffs were filled with tactile sensors; should the princess attempt to move her fingers, the sensors would trigger high-voltage currents, causing her fingers to spasm involuntarily. The neckline of the gown featured a wide Xuan Iron collar, fifteen centimeters in diameter. The runes within the collar tightened automatically with the princess's breathing, forcing her to maintain a proud, upright posture while restricting her trachea, making her breaths shallow and urgent. The most ingenious design lay in the gown's "will-sensing system"—the runic circuits spread throughout the body could read the princess's thought fluctuations. When the princess harbored thoughts of resistance, the system would activate corresponding punishment mechanisms: if she wished to close her eyes and rest, the metal eye speculums would release mild electrical currents to stimulate her eyelids; if she wished to bend over to alleviate the ache in her waist, the magic stones within the corset would vibrate more intensely; if she attempted to break free with magic, the diamond runes on the gown's surface would absorb this magic, in turn strengthening its own restraint. This wedding dress was not a single-day affair but was gradually installed over three days. First came the assembly of the metal framework: artisans secured the princess to a specially designed casting platform and poured molten Xuan Iron liquid to form a metal frame supporting her entire body. This frame, weighing one hundred and fifty jin, was designed to perfectly conform to the princess's physique, with each metal rib corresponding to her actual rib position. During the installation, the princess was administered anesthetic, yet she could still feel the searing pain of the molten metal seeping into her skin. The second day was dedicated to rune engraving and diamond inlay. Hundreds of court mages gathered in the workshop to engrave runes onto the metal framework. These runes not only enhanced the gown's magical concentration capabilities but also imbued it with "activation" properties—the gown seemed to possess its own consciousness, capable of autonomously adjusting its restraint intensity. The diamond inlay took a full day, with each diamond precisely cut to ensure the integrity of its runic circuits. As the final diamond was set, the entire gown emitted a low hum, as if celebrating its own birth. The third day was for the final fitting and adjustment. The princess was carried by her maids into the gown. First, her legs were inserted into specially designed metal greaves, whose internal vibrating magic stones activated with each step, stimulating the sensitive nerves of her inner thighs. Next was the installation of the waist corset; artisans gradually tightened the corset with a winch, compressing the princess's waist from its original twenty-four inches to a suffocating eighteen inches. The princess's face turned pale during the process, sweat trickling down her forehead, yet she could only grit her teeth and endure. The installation of the chest area was the most complex. The metal bra was assembled in two halves, each weighing twenty jin. As the bra closed, the internal mechanical tentacles began to operate, gently massaging the princess's breasts, causing her to involuntarily moan. Her arms were forcibly twisted behind her back and secured with metal rings, causing the princess intense pain at her joints, as if her bones were about to break. Finally, the collar and eye speculums were installed. The moment the collar tightened, the princess felt her breathing become difficult, and as the eye speculums fixed her eyelids, her world plunged into eternal wakefulness. Once fully dressed, the princess was carried to the White Jade High Platform for public display. Before the ceremony began, she was allowed a brief rest, only to discover that the gown's "sleep mode" was another form of torment—when the princess closed her eyes, the micro-massagers within the eye speculums would activate, simulating finger touches, preventing her from truly falling asleep. When the rest period ended, the princess was forcibly stood upright, and the gown's runic circuits began to read her thought fluctuations.

On the highest white jade steps of the plaza, Yu'er watched it all with quiet intensity. As the Empire's "Ice Spirit Saintess," her exquisite ceremonial attire, known as the "Sacred Spirit Restraint," was the pinnacle of imperial alchemy and cruel aesthetics. A completely transparent phantom silk bodysuit clung to her like a second skin, sealing her off from the outside air. A mithril corset, with the grinding of gears, slowly tightened, cinching her already slender waist to an astonishing sixteen inches. Each shallow breath brought a bone-crushing pressure, yet it sculpted a maddeningly perfect curve. Her neck was choked by a crystal gorget studded with soft spikes, which dug into her snow-white skin with every pulse of her blood. The ruby breast clamps on her chest not only bit into her sensitive peaks but were connected by two taut gold chains directly to her collar, forcing her breasts into an exaggerated, defiant posture. Any slight flinch would send a faint but piercing electric current through the clamps. Her arms were cruelly bound behind her back, wrists and elbows folded into a rigid "W" shape, completely encased in heavy, translucent crystal armguards, rendering even a single finger immobile. What made her steps most arduous were her feet, imprisoned within crystal ballet boots that stood a staggering twenty centimeters high. The boots offered no arch support, forcing her to bear her entire weight on her tiptoes. To maintain her balance, her calf muscles were perpetually on the verge of cramping. Through countless days and nights, Yu'er had grown accustomed to waking in a haze of numbness and agony. The Sacred Spirit Restraint had no key; it was bound to her vital signs. Each morning, she could not rise on her own, lying on the cold jade bed like a delicate, fragile sculpture, awaiting her ablutions and sustenance. Due to the presence of a deep-throat gag, her nourishment came solely through a soft tube running from the gag directly to her stomach, through which attendants forcefully pumped icy nutrient fluid. Accompanying her through this prolonged torment was her former brother, now her maid – Xiao Zhu. At this moment, Xiao Zhu knelt at Yu'er's feet. She was encased in a black and white spotted latex bodysuit, her limbs contorted into an awkward quadrupedal stance. A fully enclosed dog mask covered her head, and a gold nameplate bearing Yu'er's name hung from her collar. Yet, this nominal "dog slave" held the silver leash connected to the Saintess's collar in her mouth, controlling her every step. An hour before their ascent, in the dim preparation chamber, Xiao Zhu had painstakingly used her padded, paw-like elbow to wipe the cold sweat from Yu'er's brow, a testament to her excruciating pain. Yu'er wore the "Silent Holy Crown," its internal vocal cord probes rendering her utterly mute, able to communicate only through her eyes. "Woof woof..." Xiao Zhu emitted a suppressed whine, her eyes behind the mask filled with anguish. A "Sensory Resonance" array had been planted between them; every fraction of pain Yu'er endured was transmitted to Xiao Zhu with tenfold intensity. When Yu'er's legs trembled from the pressure of the ballet boots, Xiao Zhu writhed on the ground in agony, yet she bit down hard on the leash, her own body acting as a "bio-battery," continuously channeling her life force back to her sister. Seeing her brother's suffering, Yu'er attempted to slow her breathing to alleviate the pressure from the corset. However, the restraint's array immediately detected her slackening. The ruby breast clamps tightened abruptly, and the mechanism at the base of the deep-throat gag began to rotate mercilessly. "Urk..." A broken groan escaped from the depths of Yu'er's throat. Xiao Zhu, holding the silver leash in her mouth, gave a gentle tug. "Clack, clack." Yu'er's collar immediately tightened. With her arms bound, she couldn't maintain balance and could only follow Xiao Zhu's pace obediently. The twenty-centimeter crystal ballet boots struck the white jade floor with crisp clicks. With each step, the bones in her toes felt as if they were shattering, yet she walked with an elegant nobility, like a fallen angel, allowing the piercing numbness and the suffocating sensation from the gag to engulf her. Between these twisted siblings, pain had become their deepest bond, and this ultimate restraint was their most devoted tribute to the Second Princess and to the Empire. And on the highest steps behind them rested a colossal, transparent jade sarcophagus. It was not merely a throne of power, but the absolute core of the Empire's vast magical network. The Second Princess lay within, serene as a divine being preserved in amber. Hundreds of sacred crystal bone nails pierced her body, securing her to the pedestal, and the ultimate "Phoenix Radiance" garment enveloped her. This attire had long transcended the realm of clothing; it was a living restraint, forged from liquid sacred crystal and the nerves of high-tier magical beasts. Its semi-transparent crystalline material clung to every inch of her skin, contracting with each breath, sculpting her already exquisite curves into a breathtakingly agonizing beauty. A fully enclosed latex mask was seamlessly fused to her face, leaving no gap. A specially designed deep-throat gag not only suppressed her tongue but was directly connected to a life-support array, alternately pumping icy nutrient fluid and a high-concentration aphrodisiac into her stomach. Amethyst contact lenses fused to her eyeballs completely robbed her of sight, yet imprinted the flow of magic across the entire continent directly into her mind. Spring-loaded bone nails on her thighs and spine sent a fine tremor through her marrow with every heartbeat, subjecting her to a constant, unimaginable torture. Beside the jade sarcophagus, Lan Qiao'er knelt. Her own arms were bound behind her in heavy, metallic work gloves, and she could only use mechanical prosthetics extending from her spine to carefully wipe the frost from the sarcophagus's surface. "Your Highness, your will is destiny," Lan Qiao'er's voice was muffled through her gag. The mechanical arm gently adjusted the magic valve beneath the sarcophagus, each turn causing the Second Princess's body to spasm violently within the coffin. Crystalline nectar flowed through drainage tubes at her inner thighs, dripping into the magic pool below, the very foundation of the Empire. Yet, it was this broken, fragile body, enduring the world's most extreme restraints and suffering, that exuded a vast mental power befitting a ruler. The Second Princess's will, transformed into an invisible colossal hand, flowed through the magical network connecting every woman's restrained attire, caressing this vast, unified continent. Under the shroud of this mental power, the continent's daily life had been utterly reshaped, transforming into a series of absurd yet magnificent tapestries.

"My Lady Saint, Little Lord Zhu, there are steps ahead, please lift your feet. One, two..." On the bustling Vermillion Bird Avenue, a young Lockbearer clad in a dark brocade robe whispered respectfully. He firmly held two leashes crafted from mithril and crystal, their other ends tethering the two most powerful women in the Empire, and those enduring the most stringent restraints: the Ice Spirit Saintess, Yu'er, and her exclusive "dog slave," Little Zhu. In this Imperial City where bondage was regarded as a source of honor and power, their attire today undoubtedly drew countless gazes of awe and fervent adoration. Yu'er was adorned in the "Holy Spirit Restraint," a garment symbolizing ultimate glory and torment. The ice-blue phantom silk gown clung to her delicate form like a second skin, utterly without a single wrinkle. Around her neck, the crystal gorget's soft spikes were deeply embedded in her fair skin, piercing flesh with any struggle. The mithril corset was mercilessly tightened by a winch, cinching her already slender waist to an exaggerated hourglass figure of less than sixteen inches. Under this extreme compression, her full breasts were unreservedly pushed upwards, two ruby nipple clamps precisely pinching their erect tips, connected by a fine gold chain directly to the crystal collar. Every hurried, labored breath tugged at the delicate chain, sending waves of soul-shattering pleasure and stinging pain. Her arms were violently twisted behind her back, sealed in a humiliating "W" pose, encased within a pair of heavy crystal arm bracers, completely stripping her of any upper body mobility. Her face was covered by a semi-transparent ice crystal mask, within which a cold, deep throat feeding tube brutally pried open her jaws, extending deep into her throat. It not only silenced all her words but forced her to emit only sweet, broken whimpers, crystalline saliva helplessly trickling down the tube. Her gaze shifted downwards to her long, elegant legs, held tightly together, her knees and ankles locked by mithril shackles. On her feet were crystal ballet boots, a staggering twenty centimeters high and heelless. These torture devices forced her instep into an almost broken straight line, leaving her to support her entire weight on the tips of her toes. Every step on the stone path was like dancing on knives. In contrast, Little Zhu, the exclusive "dog slave," was entirely encased in a black and white spotted latex bodysuit. This impermeable material molded her voluptuous curves to perfection. Her arms were completely bound by black leather gauntlets, twisted behind her back and secured with heavy locks. Around her neck was a wide collar studded with inward-facing spikes, which dug into her flesh whenever the leash tightened. Little Zhu's face was largely obscured by a lifelike canine muzzle, inside which a large, solid rubber gag distended her cheeks, forcing her to emit only muffled, puppy-like whimpers. To maintain her "dog slave" posture, her legs were folded, restricted by a complex mechanical exoskeleton, forcing her to kneel. Metal thigh rings, connected by metal bars, were locked tightly around her upper thighs, forcibly spreading them five centimeters apart. A thick, bionic dog tail plug was deeply inserted into her body, not only swaying behind her with each movement but also having its base metal ball constantly rotating and vibrating. "Mmm... Nnnh..." Little Zhu's body suddenly trembled violently. As Yu'er's "bio-battery," the magic array on her collar was creating a "sensory resonance" with Yu'er's Holy Spirit Restraint. The excruciating pain from Yu'er's toes and the stinging from the nipple clamps were being converted into electricity and pleasure tenfold, bombarding Little Zhu's nerves. The base of her thighs was already soaked in lustful sweat, her instincts screaming to clamp them together to alleviate the maddening emptiness, but the metal thigh rings cruelly prevented her, forcing her into an extremely awkward and seductive hip-swaying posture as she struggled to keep pace with the Lockbearer. Yu'er's situation was also at its limit. Beneath the hem of her ice-blue phantom silk gown, her private parts were filled by a crystal jade pillar, inscribed with runes for spirit channeling. This jade pillar not only greedily absorbed her ice magic but also continuously chafed against her tender inner walls with her labored steps. "Ugh!" Yu'er's throat suddenly emitted a muffled groan, a mixture of pain and pleasure. The twenty-centimeter crystal ballet boots beneath her feet suddenly softened, and she nearly fell. The young Lockbearer immediately stopped, the mithril chains in his hands tightening slightly, steadying Yu'er's teetering form. He turned, his eyes devoid of any pity, only the absolute coldness of a master. He reached out, his fingertip naturally tracing the edge of Yu'er's ice crystal mask, wiping away a strand of silver silk that had escaped from beside the feeding tube. "My Lady Saint, please focus on walking," the Lockbearer's voice was steady and indifferent. "If your steps falter again, the 'Holy Spirit's' punishment array will activate double. You wouldn't want Little Lord Zhu to endure more resonant pain due to your mistake, would you?" Hearing this, Yu'er's body trembled uncontrollably. Through the semi-transparent mask, she cast a desperate, humiliated glance at Little Zhu, who was twitching beside her from pleasure. Finally, she could only submissively lower her proud head, suppressing the turmoil within her, and once again, with great difficulty, tiptoe forward.

In the East, the Grand Princess's "Apex of the Empire" display stand was set in place with a resounding thud. The once proud and arrogant Eldest Princess was now utterly sealed within the "Stigmata" ceremonial gown. A fabric woven from gossamer-thin ice silkworm silk and mithril clung to her voluptuous form. Golden magic circles crisscrossed and tightened across her chest, while ruby nipple clamps bit into her engorged tips, continuously releasing a tingling current. A soft metal corset cinched her waist to less than sixteen inches, its edges leaving terrifying flesh marks. Her arms were bent backward into an agonizing "W" shape, locked as one with the Imperial Sacred Sword behind her. Her lower body had been permanently cast into a transparent crystal base. Three spiraled jade pillars, etched with inscriptions, pierced her orifices. As the display stand embedded into the ley lines, gears within the base meshed furiously, and the vibration and rotation of the jade pillars instantly escalated to their limit. The Grand Princess wore a golden blindfold and a carved jade gag. Under the onslaught of excruciating pain and a tidal wave of pleasure, her sweat-soaked delicate body trembled violently. Thick, sweet nectar gradually accumulated within the crystal base, yet her uplifted head still maintained an unyielding, inviolable royal majesty. In the West, Grand General Mei's "Cold Jade Captive Couch" slid into the array's core, carrying a bone-chilling cold. The former invincible war god was now imprisoned on the couch in the most decadent posture. Beneath the transparent kraken silk skirt, the legendary "Golden Phoenix Cords" bound her full, mature body into a visually striking turtle shell tie, the rough knots digging deep into her snow-white breasts and inner thighs. A single glove made from the hide of a Saint-grade dragon completely enveloped her arms, binding them behind her back, utterly stripping her of the ability to cast spells. A cold crystal crossbar forcibly spread her legs to their limit, suspending them in a humiliating "M" shape in mid-air. Her feet, which had once crushed a thousand armies, were bound by secret arts into "golden lotuses" less than three inches long and forced into heelless alchemical silk boots. As the captive couch settled into place, the vibrating jade pillar connected to the ley lines erupted with a terrifying roar within her body. Mei held a large "mouth flower" in her mouth, its stem reaching down to her windpipe. She painfully arched her slender neck, tears of humiliation sliding from the corners of her eyes, her full buttocks writhing helplessly on the cold jade bed. The Third Prince, as her keeper, stood by, calmly manipulating the mechanisms, his eyes fanatically admiring the "Empire's Strongest Shield" as she succumbed to lust and restraint. In the South, Ice Spirit Saintess Yu'er's "Restraint Array" returned to its position with a biting frost. Yu'er wore the flawless white yet cruelly designed "Holy Spirit Restraints," her pink royal contact lenses obscuring her originally cold gaze. Soft spikes on the inside of the crystal neck brace pressed against her slender neck; any struggle would pierce a blood vessel. A mithril corset cinched her waist and abdomen to a suffocating sixteen inches. The nipple clamps on her chest were connected by a platinum chain to the neck ring, forcing her to constantly hold her chest high. Her arms were also bent backward into a "W" shape, sealed within heavy crystal arm guards. A phantom silk skirt tightly encased her slender legs. Her feet, clad in twenty-centimeter-high heelless crystal ballet boots, forced her to bear her entire weight on her tiptoes. At her feet, her younger brother, Xiao Zhu, was encased in a full-body latex suit in a spotted dog form, on all fours, with a prosthetic dog tail inserted into his anus. The moment the array activated, "Sensory Resonance" was pushed to its limit. The pain and pleasure from the violent vibrations of the jade pillar within Yu'er transformed into a tenfold torrent that flooded Xiao Zhu's brain. Brother and sister, intertwined in soul-shattering tremors and carnal surrender, together became the indispensable frigid core of the array. Finally, directly to the north of the plaza, the Second Princess's crystal-clear Black Ice Jade Coffin slowly descended. As the instigator of this grand dream, she had imposed upon herself the most thorough and insane seal—the "Phoenix Robe." Her face was completely sealed by a latex mask, metal struts forcibly propped open her eyes, and soundproof wax blocked her ears. Soft tubes were inserted directly into her nasal cavity, a barbed gag filled her mouth, and even her tongue was mercilessly pinned by a silver ring. Gold and silver threads pierced flesh and bone, stretching her upper body backward to an extreme, while her arms were nailed through the bone to a platinum cross behind her. Transparent, rigid crystal breast cups clamped onto her peaks, their internal spikes digging into her flesh, continuously releasing high-voltage current. Her waist was cinched by a mithril corset to a horrifying twelve inches, as if it would snap with the slightest pressure. Her lower body had become the ultimate source for drawing magic. Her orifices were permanently sewn shut, with barbed crystal rods and rotating cylinders inside endlessly scraping the most sensitive mucous membranes. Her legs were locked by six carved crystal leg rings that pierced her bones, and her feet were shoved into transparent pointe shoes, her toes pierced and fixed by steel needles. As the Black Ice Jade Coffin embedded into the ley lines, the Second Princess's near-breaking body arched into an unbelievable curve, blood and nectar intermingling at the bottom of the coffin to form a seductive totem. However, it was through this ultimate pain and climax that her powerful mental energy achieved its final sublimation, her soul resonating into a clear phoenix cry that echoed through the heavens. The five extreme binding array cores were completely connected. The ground of the entire Imperial City Plaza lit up with a complex and bloody, colossal rune. Majestic magical power surged through the array's veins like a raging sea. This grand dream, sacrificed with the flesh, pain, and ultimate pleasure of the Empire's most elite women, finally revealed its all-devouring fangs amidst the sky-filled moans and the clashing of chains.

Beside the white jade pillars surrounding the temple, the eldest princess was pinned to a crystal pedestal by a deadly gown called "Sacred Mark." Woven from ice silkworm silk and mithril, the fabric was almost transparent yet possessed an irresistible constricting force, twisting her once dignified figure into exaggerated curves. Her arms were cruelly bent backward, wrists locked tightly with the holy sword symbolizing imperial power, making her its most humiliated scabbard. Three threaded jade pillars, piercing her lower body's orifices, rotated with the inscription's faint glow. Fine, violent currents shot along the jade pillars directly to her nerves, causing the eldest princess's legs, encased in pure white stockings, to tremble uncontrollably against the crystal wall. A golden blindfold obscured her vision but not the tears of humiliation sliding from the corners of her eyes. A carved jade plug stretched her cherry lips to their limit, and crystal-clear saliva dripped down her jaw, soaking the medal on her chest that represented the empire's highest honor. Each engagement of the gears brought a deeper shiver, yet even amidst this decadent torture that could drive one mad, she kept her spine rigidly straight, attempting to maintain the royal family's last shred of dignity with her tattered pride. On the cold jade prison couch not far away, the Great General Mei endured even more direct humiliation. The pure white "Golden Phoenix Cords" coiled like venomous snakes, binding her body, honed by years of martial arts, into the most unsightly turtle shell bondage. The rough knots dug mercilessly into her flesh, shattering her once heroic posture. A cold crystal bar was wedged between her knees, forcibly spreading her legs into a shamefully extreme "M" shape, exposing her most private vulnerability to the air without reservation. Her jade feet, which had once trampled countless armies, were now cruelly bound into deformed three-inch golden lotuses, curling painfully within the heel-less alchemical silk boots. The vibrating jade pillar buried deep within her body raged like a ferocious beast. A large "flower in the mouth" was stuffed into Mei's throat, its thick, long stamen reaching her stomach, muffling all her roars and curses into broken whimpers. This invincible war god, once feared by all nations, could now only, in this humiliating, wide-open posture, allow the cold machinery to drain her last drop of fighting spirit, her tear-filled eyes reflecting the desolation of a hero's end. On the serrated circular rack suspended in mid-air, the Grand Commandant Zi Yan was sealed by a dark red patent leather official uniform. The thick, inelastic material constricted her almost to suffocation, outlining her taut muscle lines. Her arms were roughly bent backward into an X shape and bound behind her, while her legs were folded backward by mechanical exoskeletons, forcing her to bear her entire weight on a metal washboard she knelt upon. The barbs densely covering the board had already pierced her knees, blood trickling down her calves. Zi Yan's mouth was clamped shut on the "Tiger Tally Jade Seal" symbolizing military power, but now this jade seal had become a cruel gag stretching her lips and teeth. With each pulse of the formation, a high-frequency vibration that struck the soul erupted from within the patent leather. Electricity and pleasure intertwined, tearing at her sanity, causing her suspended body to convulse violently like a dying fish. Sweat and nectar mixed, dripping continuously from the edges of the patent leather, forming puddles on the temple's smooth floor. Yet, even tortured to this extent, her bloodshot phoenix eyes still burned with untamed cold fire. In the temple's darkest corner, the Ice Spirit Saintess Yu'er was enduring the extreme pressure of the "Sacred Spirit Restraint Device." The mithril corset cruelly cinched her waist to less than sixteen inches, as if it would snap with the slightest pressure. The soft spikes inside the crystal neck brace pressed against the lifeline of her throat, and the pink custom-made cosmetic lenses completely stripped her of her sight. She was forced to stand in heel-less crystal ballet boots, twenty centimeters high, her precarious body supported only by her fragile toes. A deep throat gag mercilessly pierced her esophagus, and thin chains extending from the thigh rings tightly clasped her most tender clitoris. Each tremor from exhaustion pulled at the chains, bringing a piercing pain and numbness. At her feet, her former younger brother, Xiao Zhu, was completely encased in a full-coverage latex suit resembling a spotted dog, forced to crawl on all fours like an animal. Through the "Sensory Resonance" formation, every tearing pain and tidal wave of pleasure Yu'er endured was amplified tenfold and poured into Xiao Zhu's brain without reservation. In this endless, ecstatic hell, the siblings could only emit broken, desperate whimpers. Their beautiful, tragic cries echoed in the vast temple, playing the final dirge for this ark built of flesh and desire. In days past, they were the unattainable rulers of the empire, wielding absolute power. Now, those voluptuous bodies, once swathed in magnificent court robes and worshipped by thousands, were forced into extremely distorted, pathological contours under the endless torment of cold restraints and writhing tentacles. The mithril corset cinched their waists to the brink of breaking, their full breasts and slender legs, cut by the merciless chains, showing a decadent, almost transparent luster from congestion. At the bottom of this dark, silent abyss, they could only, in their most humiliated and debauched bound postures, support the empire's thousand-year dream of revival with bodies spasming in agony and bleeding in ecstasy. This was an eternal imprisonment with no end. The dragging sound of heavy chains, the grinding of gears, mixed with the scalp-numbing, sticky sounds of tentacles roughly entering and exiting tender orifices, echoed in the dim chamber. The screams and moans, choked deep in their throats by thick latex masks and crude gags, had long since broken into inarticulate sounds, yet they intertwined to form the core, the eternal engine roar of this "Flesh Ark." They trembled between alternating pain and lust, each moment of lost control, each near-death spasm, greedily absorbed by the cruel formations flashing on the base. The complete degradation of their bodies was continuously transformed into immense magic, forming the resilient shield outside the ark that resisted the terrifying water pressure of the deep sea. The civilization's ember of the Vermillion Bird Empire, in the most absurd, cruel, yet strangely sacred manner, quietly hibernated in the boundless darkness of the deep sea and extreme carnal submersion, awaiting the dawn of a new world, to break through the sea and see the light again. (The End)