The Saintess and the Magic Swordsman

On the temple floor, Lydía, with her long pink hair, knelt in her white and gold nun's short skirt, held down by two other nuns. The nun's white dress was trimmed with gold and adorned with golden crests. The hem of the skirt fell above her knees, and she wore white stockings and gold and white high heels that matched her outfit. Her hands, clad in white lace gloves, were cuffed behind her back. The sound of high heels on the temple floor echoed from nearby; the bishop had arrived. "Lydía, I hereby strip you of your title as a holy maiden and sentence you to a few days in the disciplinary chamber awaiting trial!" This was spoken in a cold, stern tone by the new bishop, Ilaina. She had taken the position after the previous bishop's mysterious death. Lydía had already been preparing to flee, never expecting Ilaina's purge to arrive so swiftly. And not only was her title being stripped, but she was also to be imprisoned. Lydía knew that confinement in the disciplinary chamber wasn't just simple imprisonment; there would be many punishments. "What have I done to deserve such treatment, Bishop Ilaina?" Lydía asked. Ilaina, intending to take her time with this matter, which included fabricating some crimes, said, "You know in your heart what you've done. Gag her and take her away. I don't want to hear another word from her." Once Lydía was out of the way, she could arrange for her loyalists to take her place. The temple's disciplinary chamber was located underground. Lydía, with her hands cuffed behind her, was escorted by two nuns down a spiraling staircase. Her mouth was stuffed with a large wad of white thigh-high stockings, filling it completely. To prevent her from spitting it out, several more thigh-highs were wrapped around her nose and mouth, cinched tightly, and knotted. "Holy maiden, you're in deep trouble now. Your head will roll," one of the nuns said mockingly. "Or perhaps a hanging. I can't wait to see you struggle as you're strung up," another nun added. Lydía's heart sank. It seemed Bishop Ilaina had no intention of letting her go. They arrived at a small confinement cell, and the two nuns began to bind her with ropes. Clergy or witches imprisoned in the disciplinary chamber were restrained at all times; it was more than just being locked up. They would also be subjected to punishments like whipping. For instance, she had once overheard a nun who was caught engaging in lewd acts being confined here for a month, fully restrained. When the stockings were first placed over her nose, it was bearable. But as time passed, she felt the layers of thigh-highs outside her nose obstructing her breathing, causing an increasingly suffocating sensation. "You slutty holy maiden, with those big tits, how many priests have you slept with?" "You even slept with that old man." The two nuns began to fabricate accusations to humiliate her. As they spoke, they wrapped several layers of rope around her chest, both above and below, binding her arms along with her torso. The intricate ropes tightened around her breasts, forming an hourglass shape. Her body and waist were further secured with ropes to a chair, with the knots digging into her lower body. Her legs, clad in white stockings, were also bound with multiple sets of ropes, securing her feet. After connecting her feet to the chair legs with ropes, one nun asked, "Is this tight enough?" "Yes, almost. Now for the final step." The nun removed the black-strapped high heels required by her habit and directly placed one onto Lydía's nose. Then, she secured the shoe in place with tape. Watching Lydía struggle in vain to shake the shoe off, the nun dusted off her hands with satisfaction and left with her companion. Lydía thrashed, her heels scraping against the floor. She saw into the opposite cell, where a pitiful nun was bound to a bed with numerous restraints, a similar high heel pressed against her nose – the kind the nun usually wore, with an 8-centimeter heel. At that moment, footsteps approached. The distinct sound of high heels on the floor. Lydía's gaze followed, and she saw a woman with long red hair, dressed in a purple gown, wearing black stockings and purple high heels. "Holy maiden, are you in here?" "Mmmph," Lydía could only respond. "My name is Caroline, and I'm a magic swordswoman." Lydía thought, *I can tell. A swordswoman who doesn't wear armor, and a woman at that.* With a sword that glowed with purple energy, Caroline sliced through the lock of the cell and entered. She removed the high heel pressed against Lydía's nose. Then, she took off the layers of white thigh-highs covering Lydía's nose and watched as Lydía spat out the soaked wad of stocking from her mouth. "Hah... I can finally breathe properly. Haa... Haa. *Gag*." "Wait, I know the Saint is nearby, and you're not far from her. Hand her over, and I'll spare your life," the man said with an irrefutable tone. At this moment, Lydian ran out from her hiding place nearby. She knew that if she didn't show herself, the magic swordsman protecting her would be in danger. At this critical juncture, a group of cavalrymen clad in black armor charged out from the road, surrounding them all. "It's the Count's Black Armor Army, let's retreat." At this, wisps of black mist emerged, and the two assassins vanished without a trace. "Shackle these two women and take them away!" said the leader of the cavalry, a middle-aged general with a stubbled chin. The cavalrymen brought out two red gags and had them each put on. Then, Lydian and Caroline were each handcuffed behind their backs, and shackles were placed on their feet. The chains on the shackles were short, slowing their pace. Viscount Enrique strode imposingly down the corridor, maids scurrying to avoid him and bow. His family's cavalry had captured two women, and they were fugitives wanted by the Bishop. His expression was filled with confidence and presence, as if he could rule this land. He pushed open the door heavily and saw his father, the Count, in the room, looking at two bound women. "Son, how are these two women? Are you satisfied?" "Oh, they're wonderful. But aren't they the ones the Bishop wants?" "I don't intend to hand them over to the Bishop, or at least, not until you've had your fill of them." "Good." "Then I'll be going." The Count said and walked out of the room. On the left was Lydian, with long, curly pink hair, dressed in the Saint's white and gold short skirt. She was suspended in a hogtie position, looking extremely uncomfortable. Her mouth was stuffed with a large gag, one high-heeled shoe precariously balanced on the ground, her other leg hoisted up by a rope. Her body was tightly bound and suspended, a very tiring and shameful posture. On the right was the magic swordsman Caroline, with long red hair, dressed in a purple dress, black stockings, and purple high heels. She was tied to a chair with ropes, also wearing a large red gag. One leg was crossed over the other, and ropes held that position tightly. Her chest, arms, and torso were bound to the chair, her hands cuffed behind her back. At this time, Bishop Ilena heard the news that the Black Armor Army had taken them away. She dispatched her trusted confidante, Sister Aetherine, to the Count's residence to negotiate with him. "Bring those two back from the Count. Use both persuasion and force. If that doesn't work, contact me, and I'll come myself," Ilena said. Silver-haired Sister Aetherine wore a black and white long dress with a cross emblem, different from ordinary nuns. It had two layers of white lace trim, making her look like a princess among nuns. She wore black stockings and black high heels and immediately set off for the Count's residence. "The Count requires that any woman entering must be bound and gagged, even if you are an envoy sent by the Bishop," said the guard at the gate. "Very well, I can fulfill the Count's small request. I have important matters to discuss with him, so the gag can be omitted." "If the Count is willing to speak with you, I will remove the gag. Otherwise..." The guard shoved a ball of black stockings into Aetherine's mouth. Then, a white cloth was used to bind her mouth and tie a knot. Another piece of white cloth was then used to cover her nose and mouth, pulled tight and knotted. As the guard felt her legs wrapped in black stockings, a look of disgust crossed her face. But to complete her mission, she endured it, thinking only: Hmph, how dare such a lowly person touch my legs. Seeing Sister Aetherine obediently extend her arms behind her back to be bound, the guard took several bundles of rope from a nearby table and unceremoniously began to tie her up within her nun's habit. Soon, she was bound with several loops of rope around her chest, arms, and torso, her hands cuffed behind her back, only her legs free. Then, a black cloth was blindfolded over her eyes, and a pair of shiny silver shackles were fastened to her feet. She was then escorted by the guards, walking helplessly, feeling like a criminal. Sister Aetherine arrived at the door. The guard knocked and waited for a moment before the large door opened. Her neck was bound to the bed with rope, her mouth stuffed with a bulging wad of fabric, feeling like socks. Not only that, but her nose was also tightly wrapped with white cloth, several layers of white cloth binding her nose and mouth, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her hands were bound behind her back and pressed onto the bed, her body crisscrossed with dense ropes. Her breasts were outlined by the ropes, the knots tucked beneath her black pleated skirt. Her legs, clad in black stockings, were also intricately bound in groups of loops, her feet and the tops of her high heels secured by rope circles, leaving her unable to move on the bed. Furthermore, a large amount of rope bound her to the bed itself, securing her tightly in place. Within the Knight Order, people discovered the Vice Commander was missing. "I suspect a spy is behind this!" the Astier Knights swore to uncover the spy, and then they would know the Vice Commander's whereabouts. At this moment, Lidiya and Caroline were on a ship heading to the Kingdom of Astier. Caroline, threatened by pirates, could only surrender. "I've seen plenty of magic swordsmen, but never one as beautiful and dressed so provocatively. This is a first." Caroline was wearing a short purple and black dress, black stockings, and purple high heels. She watched as a pirate approached her with a large bundle of ropes. Soon, Caroline, like the other hostages captured by the pirates, had her mouth stuffed with white cloths, sealed with tape, her hands bound behind her, her feet tied, and several loops of rope around her arms and chest. More loops were tied around her knees and thighs, and she was left leaning against the ship's cabin with the other hostages. Meanwhile, Lidiya noticed Caroline had been gone for a long time and decided to look for her. As she descended the ship's stairs, she was spotted by a pirate. "Yo, another one dressed as a saint." The pirate looked at Lidiya, who was wearing a short white and gold saintly dress, white stockings, and gold and white high heels. This was clearly not what Caroline wanted to see, meaning Lidiya would soon be bound and gagged just like her. Before long, the weak Lidiya, without much struggle, was bound and placed next to Caroline. Her mouth was stuffed with a pirate's foul-smelling sock, then wrapped with white cloth along with her nose, and tied at the back of her head. Her eyes were covered with a black cloth strip, the blindfold and the white cloth covering her nose intertwining. Lidiya's hands were cuffed behind her back, her feet shackled, and her body bound by countless ropes. The rope loops were even tighter than Caroline's, her breasts bound with several loops before being cinched at the base, and her legs were completely immobilized by the ropes. "Quite a haul this time, we've captured two fairy sisters," the pirate said. "Then let's go," the pirate said, escorting Caroline, who hopped along with her feet bound, and Lidiya, blindfolded and cuffed. Moreover, many female passengers on the ship were taken by the pirates, and their valuables were looted. "Mmm... mmm..." A young woman in a dark green tight-fitting dress was also being escorted by the pirates, bound and gagged with several handkerchiefs stuffed in her mouth. Her hands were bound behind her, but her feet were left unbound to allow her to move quickly. They were marched away in rows. Inside the prison where the pirates kept their "merchandise," some were in dark, crowded cells, while some "premium goods" were given exclusive single cells. Caroline's thighs, clad in black stockings and purple high heels, were tightly bound, and she was then hung from the ceiling. Her body was secured to a chair, her hands bound behind her, her body and arms restrained to the chair. Tape covered her mouth, and she was imprisoned in the solitary cell in this humiliating posture. Lidiya was restrained in a standing position within a solitary cell. Her hands were cuffed to rings on the wall, her body secured to wall fixtures by numerous rope loops, preventing her from moving forward. Her legs were shackled apart on the wall. Her breasts, outside her saintly dress, were held by two clamps, and her nose and mouth were wrapped in white cloth, gagging her. Her breathing was suppressed, her breasts were clamped, and standing in high heels made her feel exhausted. An anonymous auction began here, with elegantly dressed gentlemen and ladies wearing masks to conceal their identities, bidding below. "Mmm... mmm..." Caroline used her tongue to rub against the white cloth in her mouth, pushing it outwards. She tore off the tape, an easily undone gag, as it wasn't secured well and had no other restraints. Once her mouth was free, she chanted a spell, summoning her magic sword that shimmered with a blue light. A few weak sword slashes severed the ropes binding her body. "Huff... huff..." She stretched her body a few times, preparing to find Lidiya. Lidiya was bound in a cell not far from her, and Caroline quickly found her. "Surrender immediately and accept the punishment for slandering our cult!" "Isn't that the truth?" Faith's sword clashed with the cultist's weapon. "There's no point talking to them, they won't listen," Caroline said. Seeing these people, Lydia even felt a sliver of justification for the religious disciplinary actions of the Burgas Empire. Then they swarmed, surrounding the three of them and pinning them down. In the underground cave beneath the temple, Faith and the other two were bound to a guillotine. It was clear they weren't the first to be brought to this guillotine; this was undoubtedly a site of vigilante justice. All three on the guillotine had their hands bound behind their backs, their chests and torsos tightly wrapped with several loops of rope, their legs bound with dozens more. Over their already bound bodies, more ropes secured them to the guillotine's frame. Their mouths were stuffed with socks, freshly removed from a cultist's foot, then covered with underwear, and finally, a large gag was forced in. A high-heeled shoe was then pressed against each of their noses, their heads and hair trapped on the other side of the guillotine. With a simple adjustment nearby, their severely gagged and nose-pinched heads would fall. The cultist chanted, preparing to sacrifice them to an evil god. Just then, a flash of light streaked across, and the cultist fell. The uninvited guest wore a tight, backless red top adorned with ornate golden patterns and embellishments, a black mini-pleated skirt with gold trim, black stockings, and black high heels. It was Aurora, come to rescue them. At this, the cultists retreated The student being confined to solitary confinement was to be bound, gagged, and imprisoned in a dark room. Especially this time, as Nelly was treated as a violent offender, the restraints would be much more severe than usual. One of them opened a transparent bag filled with a large amount of white gag cloths. Seeing this, Nelly took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and allowed them to stuff gag cloths into her mouth one by one. Because violent offenders were strictly restrained, Nelly's gagging was very thorough this time. A large amount of gag cloth filled her mouth, making it bulge. Scissors cut off several pieces of yellow tape, which were tightly affixed around her mouth, and then she used her hand to ensure they were secure. After confirming that Nelly could not spit out the gag cloths, she took off her shoes and her white socks. Yatsushiro Yō guessed what was about to happen and left, unable to bear watching. The white socks were folded and placed in front of Nelly's nose. Then, a long and wide gag cloth was taken out, covering Nelly's nose and mouth. It was pulled tight and tied in a knot at the back of her head to restrict her breathing, and then she was humiliated with the smelly socks. Then came another white cloth, also covering Nelly's nose and mouth and pulled tight. After this, she fastened her school uniform high heels in front of Nelly's nose, and then secured them tightly with the white cloth, so the shoes were firmly fastened to Nelly's face. While she was gagging Nelly, another member of the N After selling the magic wand, the bandits paid a visit to the slave merchant. The slave merchant looked at Eleanor, who was bound by them, and nodded, saying, "Not bad, her looks can fetch a good price from a noble as a maid." Soon, Eleanor was put into storage. She was locked in the slave warehouse, her bindings reinforced, her mouth gagged, and her head covered with a hood. She was then thrown into a mezzanine storage area, much like a cargo hold. The slave merchant resold her to a noble. This noble had many maids, but due to his peculiar tastes, their treatment was a bit different. For instance, the noble did not allow the maids to speak, so all of them had their mouths stuffed with stockings as gags and wore ball gags. They also had to wear chain handcuffs and chain ankle restraints. The noble's wife paced the room in her high heels. Eleanor, dressed in a maid's uniform, was bound in the room, her hands suspended and tied to the ceiling. Her feet were also bound, her backside facing the madam. The maid's uniform was a short skirt, black and white with white lace trim, white gloves, white stockings, and black buckle high heels with 6cm heels. The noble's wife directly lashed out with a whip, striking the hem of Eleanor's maid skirt. Eleanor, wearing a red ball gag, let out a scream as she was whipped. "This is what a new maid must endure," the madam said. The door opened, and with the sound of high heels, the head maid, wearing glasses, entered. She also wore a ball gag. She bowed to the madam and stood to the side, waiting for the madam to finish whipping the maid. After the whipping concluded, the head maid unbound Eleanor's hands and feet and gestured for her to follow. In the head maid's room, the head maid removed her own ball gag. The chain of the handcuffs was long enough to allow for the removal of the ball gag. "I will explain the rules of this noble estate to you," the head maid said.