The Tightly Bound Ambitions of the Orc Wizard

"Ugh! Cough, cough, cough!!" The women pulled Qin out of the wooden box. After helping her to stand, they removed her gag. Qin took a few breaths and was about to say something when her mouth was immediately grabbed and water was poured in. While it relieved her thirst, it almost made her unable to breathe. Next, the women untied her. Once the ropes were completely removed, Qin finally relaxed for a moment. Her body, for the first time in a long time, felt no pleasure. The Orc King had controlled her, so she wanted to take this chance to think about what to do next. However, the other women gave her no opportunity. Two of them grabbed her, and another immediately fastened a chained collar around her neck. Qin had always felt she had a chance to escape, but after being fitted with this slave collar, her heart sank completely. Then, the other two women stretched her arms straight out behind her back and tied her wrists together with a thin rope. Another woman brought a leather sheath, put both her hands inside, tightened it at the elbows, and then secured it with straps at the wrists. Finally, she threaded straps from the opening through her armpits, over her shoulders, and connected them at the nape of her neck. This way, Qin's hands were fixed behind her back, unable to be separated. The woman brought another item, which looked like a small box connected by a wire to a ball. The woman inserted the ball into Qin's nether regions and then applied a seal to prevent it from falling out. She then strapped the small box to her thigh. Finally, she put a ball gag in Qin's mouth, and then led her away by the leash. Although Qin's lustful markings were temporarily inactive, the constant vibration of the vibrator in her nether regions made her sensitive body stir once more. Qin bit down on the ball gag, clenched her legs together, and walked slowly. Then, she saw the Orcs' breeding chambers. The women were restrained on iron racks, legs spread, giving birth to Orc children like livestock, and then becoming pregnant again to await delivery. The sight sent a shiver down her spine. Going up to the next level, she saw the Elf ranch. The Elves were like dairy cows, bent over on racks, their hands restrained behind their backs, eyes blindfolded and mouths gagged. Vines were inserted into their nether regions, pumping sap into their bodies. They bit down on the two vines at their chests, constantly extracting breast milk, which was then sent out in buckets to supply the Orcs. "Mmmph..." "What is it? Want to say something?" Ryan untied her gag, and Karen immediately said to Ryan, "Master... Karen wants... real... pleasure... not a fake substitute..." "Roar... I heard dragon lust is as powerful as their strength, I didn't expect it to be true." Ryan pushed her down, lifted one of her legs, untied the strap, and aimed his head at the gap below: "Alright, for the past few days, I'll satisfy you." "Thank you... Master... Ahhhhh!!" Before she could finish, Ryan thrust into her. He didn't know how great her lust could be, but he didn't believe he couldn't satisfy even a beastman's stamina. Moans echoed through the forest. Karen was enjoying the feeling of pleasure. They fought for an unknown amount of time. After the last climax, Karen's abdomen glowed again, and the patterns on her clothes were successfully etched onto her body. Ryan knew he had succeeded. After obtaining Karen's abilities, Ryan changed her mask, but the muzzle could pop open on its own. This was specially designed so Karen could breathe fire. When she needed to breathe fire, the muzzle would pop open. Then, he contentedly mounted her. "Let's go, let's go home first." "Moo!" As Ryan nudged her, Karen galloped towards home as if the strap could no longer restrain her. The original Elven Forest left behind a group of orcs and elves to produce warriors and serve as a frontline stronghold, the rest of the elves were naturally brought back by the army, waiting for nothing but endless aggression and pregnancy_production. Kukuru, Ulysses and Cecil rode in the front of the horse, their big arms were tightly tied by ropes, their small arms were also folded parallel to each other and tied together, and then tied to the back of the saddle to fix it, their necks were with iron collars, and the ropes on top of them were fixed to the front of the saddle, plus their legs were tied to the sides of the saddle to let them sit on the saddle securely. Their mouths were holding the stick-shaped yoke, and they were whimpering from time to time, their faces were flushed red and their eyes were confused, besides the secret sap, the intertwined vines installed on the saddle were mercilessly inserted underneath them, and with the swaying of the horse and the shaking of their bodies, the vines were banging around underneath them to make them get continuous pleasure, and a large amount of love_liquid was flowing down along with the saddle. Behind, the orc magic guide king sat on the throne and was carried by the people, two orcs behind him were holding up a cross frame, on top of it was Aifa, her clothes were stripped off just like the others, revealing her delicate ketone body, her arms were spread out and tied to both sides of the cross frame, her legs were tied underneath her, and there was a stick shackle hanging from her mouth, although there was no insertion of anything into her lower body. Although she didn't have anything inserted into her lower face, she could only endure it without any object to vent on the way, the love_liquid flowed down her legs and onto her face, while the orcs below licked the love_liquid from her feet with their tongues. After entering the city, the party was divided into two parts, one part was brought into the elf ranch, which was established in order to be able to produce holy milk with great power, the elves who were brought here could be less violated and would not produce warriors, but would be milked all the time to supply the orcs with their own breastmilk, here the elves had their legs secured apart and their hands tied and hung up, and their waists were secured by the racks just like the cows, and then their eyes were also secured. The elves were then blindfolded and their mouths were held in the yoke, and the vines would be inserted into their lower bodies, and their nipples would be held, and the sap would be used to induce lactation inside and outside of their bodies, and then the beasts would manually extract their milk from the barrels, and this was their fate afterward. Cecil, Kukuru and Ulysses were all immobilized with the other elves on the wooden yoke bending over and spreading their legs, only Cecil was still trying to shake his body to try to struggle, but it didn't help, but rather it aroused the orcs' libido even more, but they didn't do anything because the orc magical king _hadn't allowed it yet. He was sitting on a throne on a high platform, with Aifa sitting on top of him, her hands bound behind her back, her _legs_ wide open, her big and small _legs_ tied together, and then the rope on her knees wrapped around the Orc Wizard's shoulders from the other end and tied to her knees on the other end so that she couldn't close her legs, and she had a muzzle yoke in her mouth, and she was still hanging on to him, like the princesses before her. Looking at the orc king's giant_root, although she had already been abused a hundred times before, but seeing this giant_root again, Effa was also scared to the point that she shook her head frantically, and her petite_body couldn't stop trembling, but the orc king didn't let up and inserted that giant_root into her body. "Alright," the captain left, and Ryan walked in, leading Almelia. Inside was a peculiar female prisoner cart. The rack above was a wooden yoke to fix the head, and below were iron shackles to bind the ankles and force the legs apart. In the middle were three iron rings, the left and right ones for fixing the thighs. The smaller one in the middle had a rod passed through it, with a bumpy vibrator at the tip. "Interesting," Ryan looked at Almelia and helped her remove the gag. "I really want to see what you look like up there right away." "You scoundrel." He then untied Almelia from all restraints. Almelia rubbed her arms and said, "I was restrained by this for so long, I feel a bit unaccustomed now that it's off." "Can't be helped, who uses that thing to bind prisoners?" Ryan put away the restraints and picked up a few coils of rope from the table. "I'll switch you back later, for now, let's try something else." "Okay," Almelia voluntarily put her hands behind her back. "Don't forget to give me a reward. Otherwise, I'll be sad." "Of course," Ryan grabbed her wrist. "I won't disappoint you." Crossing her wrists, Ryan tied them in a cross behind her back with the rope, forming a 'W' shape with her arms. He then wound the rope around her arms, tightly binding her several times below and above her breasts, tying her arms to her body while pushing her already full breasts to bulge out. Even the cloth covering her chest was stretched taut. After binding, he wrapped it from under her armpits to her shoulders, tied it into a single strand at the back of her neck, and then secured it to her wrists, hoisting her arms high. "Is this how prisoners are tied?" Almelia moved her body and said, "It doesn't seem like much." "Normal, what kind of elaborate ties were you expecting for a prisoner?" Ryan then took out a small knife and cut the cloth covering her breasts from the cleavage. Her large breasts, long bound, sprang out. He then pulled off the cloth around her waist, revealing her lower body. "Prisoners paraded through the streets are not allowed to wear clothes," Ryan explained. "This is to make them feel fully shamed, but I don't think you'll have a problem with it." "Indeed, this much is nothing to me," Almelia teased. "I wonder if my husband would have any other thoughts?" "Of course," Ryan embraced Almelia and pushed her onto the table. "See that? It'll be inserted into you later, so I'm helping you get used to it beforehand." "Hmph, then come..." Before Almelia could finish, Ryan stuffed a wad of cloth into her mouth. "This is to prevent them from biting their tongues to commit suicide during the parade. A very fitting accessory for you." "Mmmph..." After the cloth was also tightened around her mouth, Almelia let out muffled sounds. This was mainly because Ryan was afraid that someone outside might hear her cries later. "Roar... It seems you can't wait," Ryan touched Almelia's lower body, which was already wet and slick. She also provocatively met his gaze. Ryan didn't hesitate and thrust inside, rubbing his cheeks against the pair of his personal masterpieces on her chest. After a bout of passion, Ryan cheerfully pulled up his pants, while Almelia lay on the table, looking satisfied. After cleaning her lower body, he put a collar on her. Although it looked like a magic-sealing collar, it was actually just an ordinary one, prepared for what was to come. "Ready, we're going up," Ryan picked up Almelia and walked onto the prisoner cart. After placing her on it, he first shackled one foot, then helped her lift the other leg, aiming the vibrator at her lower opening and letting it down. "Mmm..." The vibrator was inserted into her lower body. Ryan then shackled her other foot and secured her thighs. Finally, he fastened the wooden yoke around her neck. This completed Almelia's restraints, and all that was left was to wait for morning. Almelia moved her body. The ropes binding her were tight, and the yokes on her legs and neck were firmly secured. She couldn't break free from the vibrator inserted in her lower body at all. Fortunately, Almelia had been through so much with Ryan that this stationary object wouldn't be too difficult for her. Ryan looked at her, smiled knowingly, and then lay down where they had just been intimate. "Take your time, I'm going to sleep for a bit..." Not long after the auction ended, as Hanson had predicted, war broke out on the southern border between Avalon and Britannia. It was said they took advantage of Avalon's current turmoil to reclaim lost territories. Despite their resolve, a significant gap in hard power existed between the two nations. This was most evident in the recent influx of red-haired women into the slave markets. Captured from the battlefield, they were sent to the markets, a fate worse than being a prisoner of war. "The women of Britannia, not only is their red hair striking, but though they appear robust, their bodies are surprisingly soft. Even without touching their breasts, their skin feels wonderful. They are truly born to be exquisite women." In his mansion, Hanson sat on the sofa, gesturing animatedly with the hand that had touched countless Britannian captives in recent days, speaking to Ryan opposite him. In his other hand, he held a leash attached to a collar around the neck of Artoria. The once majestic queen was now completely naked, a gag in her mouth, and adorned with black dog-ear-like hair accessories. Her arms and thighs were bent and bound tightly with leather straps. Metal bases were attached to her knees and elbows, and her hands were also wrapped, forcing her to crawl on her knees and elbows. A leather T-strap harness was fitted around her lower body, with a dog tail toy inserted and secured in her anus, truly making her resemble a pet dog. By some unknown method, Hanson had managed to extinguish the anger and pride in Artoria's eyes, leaving only fear, tears streaming down her face. "I know all that. You can see Britannian women everywhere in the slave market," Ryan replied truthfully. Passing by the slave market revealed such a sight: rows of rectangular wooden frames lay on the ground, and within them were red-haired women. Their arms were locked into the frames, their exposed thighs and arms supporting their bodies parallel to the ground. A rod was inserted into their nether regions to secure them, and a gag was placed in their mouths. Like a series of paintings, they were auctioned in the slave market. Once a buyer was confirmed, they would be drugged, lowered, bound according to the buyer's specifications, and then taken away.

"This is..." "The demon realm's prison, used to hold prisoners of war," Shadow Demon explained. "After all, the demon realm is in a constant state of war." Entering the first level, they found that all the prisoners were female. They wore collars around their necks, to which chains were attached, locking their hands and feet, leaving them naked in their cells. "These are the ones with good looks. Every day, they are taken out to entertain the soldiers and the people," Shadow Demon explained. "This is their job." Ryan looked at the women in the cells. They were much like those from the human realm, suggesting that the wars in the demon realm were quite diverse. Following Shadow Demon, they arrived at the second level. Unlike the first, the second level was decorated like a cowshed. Behind the railings, the women wore black leather, but their full breasts were exposed, with milking machine cups attached, continuously extracting milk. Their arms were crossed behind their backs, bound tightly with leather straps, then encased in another layer of leather to form a rectangle, reinforced with more straps. With their arms restrained, a rope hung them from the ceiling. Their neck collars were also tied to the railings, forcing them to bend over and perform the work of milk cows. Although they wore leather panties, vibrators were inserted into their groins, their constant movement filling the second level with their moans. Trying to clamp their legs shut was useless; their ankles, clad in knee-high leather socks, were tied to poles, forcing their legs apart. They could only produce milk under the incessant stimulation of pleasure. "Those with the aptitude for being milk cows are sent here to perform this duty," Shadow Demon introduced. "They are an important source of nutrition for the demon realm." "Haha..." Ryan chuckled, surprised that his methods had already been industrialized here by demons. Shadow Demon seized the opportunity to tease, "Care for a sip?" "No, let's take care of business first." "Alright, what a shame." Arriving at the third level, the first sound they heard was a cacophony of women's wails mixed with the cries of infants. "This is our war factory," Shadow Demon explained. "The outstanding individuals are brought here to combine with our people and give birth to warriors." Peering deeper, they saw rows of square frames, much like those used in the slave markets to restrain Britannian slaves. Women's limbs were locked into the frames, their lower bodies exposed and plugged. Some had normal-sized abdomens, while others were close to giving birth. Doctors came and went, assisting with deliveries, taking the babies away, then plugging the women's groins again. The frames would be raised to give the mothers time to rest and recover. Tubes inserted into their anuses directly supplied nutrients to aid their recovery. There wasn't much to see on this level, it was just a bit crowded. But as soon as Shadow Demon approached, the doctors all made way, allowing them to proceed with a little more ease to the final level. "Wooooo!" Upon reaching the last level, Ryan felt it was entirely set up for training. Women were bound with ropes, seated on wooden horses. Vibrators were inserted into their groins, and milking cups covered their breasts. The secreted fluids and milk were collected and channeled into underground pipes, supplying the city. Their moans could still be heard from their gagged mouths. "This is the prison for the Goddess race, and also the city's energy center. Its operation relies entirely on them," Shadow Demon explained. "They are the warriors of the Goddess race. Although not gods, they possess great power, enough to sustain the city's operation." "Good heavens..." Ryan said, looking around. "But must it be like this? Or is it just your preference?" "A bit of both. I actually discovered it unintentionally during my training," Shadow Demon said. "When a woman's body is stimulated to pleasure, the power they release increases severalfold. So, I just went with it." "This is the lowest level, the end of the line, right?" Ryan asked. "You mentioned the Goddess race's prison, could it be..." "Indeed." As they walked forward, they reached a heavily reinforced door. With Shadow Demon's actions, lock after lock was opened. Finally, the large door slowly swung open, revealing what lay within. "We have a Goddess in our possession." The naked woman before them had waist-length black hair, just like Shangguan Mei. Even with a gag and an eye mask, it couldn't conceal the exquisite beauty of her face, radiating an aura and charm. Her arms were stretched straight behind her and bound tightly with golden ropes, from wrists to elbows, held together firmly. Then, they were secured to her body. Her body was also bound tightly with golden ropes from neck to waist. The ropes around her full breasts made them bulge, while the ropes on her breasts also created indentations. Finally, the ropes passed through the sides of her lower body. This arrangement made her upper body appear securely bound yet aesthetically pleasing. Her legs, held tightly together, were bound with five ropes from the top of her thighs to her ankles, rendering her immobile. The golden ropes connected to the surrounding walls, fixing her firmly in mid-air. This Goddess had been imprisoned here for an unknown number of days. "Is she also providing energy for the city?" Ryan asked, looking at the milking cups on her breasts and the vibrator in her groin. "No, the people outside are enough for the city's energy needs." Shadow Demon said proudly, looking at the bound Goddess. "She is used to provide energy for the city's weapons. One overload extraction can destroy five cities." "The power of a Goddess..." Ryan swallowed. "How did you capture her?" "Back then, we were truly helpless. These detestable Goddesses, whenever they descended, we could only retreat," Shadow Demon said coldly, recounting that bitter history. "So, to break the stalemate, we decided to study the Goddesses, to find a way to defeat them."

"Hoo... Ugh..." In the pitch-black cage, a figure was suspended in mid-air. Her body was stripped bare, her upper half bound tightly by ropes, her arms crossed behind her back and hoisted up, also bound. Her legs were bent and tied together, as were her ankles. Ropes on her back and knees held her suspended from the ceiling, while a leather hood encased her entire head, leaving only two small holes for breathing and two openings for her horns to protrude. Leaning closer, one could hear her ragged breaths. Her nether regions were currently occupied by two dildos, secured by a strap, and the collar around her neck was tied to the ropes binding her calves, forcing her body into a tight, bent position. Her nipples were clamped in a contraption, and the glowing, pulsating tattoo on her abdomen was the cause of her incessant moans. This was Tomoe Gozen, captured days ago. After being branded with the tattoo, she had been relentlessly tormented by Ryan and the others daily. Afterward, she was confined to this dark room, just as she was now. Yet, even this torment had not completely broken her spirit. Ryan didn't mind; in fact, if she succumbed too easily, it would be far less interesting. "Click." A sound came from the door, and someone entered. It was Boudica, now equipped with prosthetics to move after her body had been bound. She approached Tomoe Gozen and removed her mask, revealing a face fitted with a horse-bit gag. "Hoo... Hoo..." Tomoe Gozen, able to breathe freely again, greedily inhaled the air. Then, Boudica untied her ropes, and Tomoe Gozen stumbled to the ground unexpectedly. Although her upper body was still bound, her legs were finally free. "Let's go," Boudica said, grabbing the rope behind Tomoe Gozen and hauling her up. "The Master wants to see you. Don't waste time." "Hoo... Ugh..." Tomoe Gozen struggled to regain her senses. Though her upper body was still bound, this was a rare opportunity for freedom, and she had to seize it. Enduring the stimulation from the dildos, she turned and lashed out with a kick, aiming directly for Boudica's head. "Hmph." Boudica merely snorted. Her opponent's kick was easily caught by a prosthetic limb, and with her other hand, she delivered a punch to Tomoe Gozen's stomach. "Ugh!" This punch drained the strength from Tomoe Gozen, who had just managed to regain her senses. She lay on the ground, dazed, even the clamps on her nipples dislodged by the impact. Boudica sat on her back and taunted, "Since the Master didn't restrict your movements, you should understand that resistance is futile and a waste of time." Then, she bound Boudica's knees together, pushed the dildos further inside, and tightened the strap, a punishment for her overestimation of her own strength. "Ugh!" Her nether regions were stimulated again, and Tomoe Gozen couldn't help but let out a moan. Boudica then attached a chain to Tomoe Gozen's neck and pulled her up. "Hurry up, don't make the Master unhappy again." "Ugh!" Pulled by Boudica, Tomoe Gozen struggled to walk down the corridor. Her bound thighs already made it difficult to walk quickly, and the punch she had just received had further hampered her movement. But under Boudica's pull, she eventually reached their destination. "Master, I've brought the prisoner." This place resembled a natural cave, containing a hot spring. Seated in the spring was Ryan, the very person Tomoe Gozen hated with all her being. In his arms was her friend Musashi, her body also bound. "Ugh, ugh!" Seeing her enemy and her friend, Tomoe Gozen's expression immediately became furious. She writhed her body, but with a snap of Ryan's fingers, the tattoo on Tomoe Gozen's abdomen lit up again. "Ugh!" This time, Tomoe Gozen moaned, bending over and trembling. A few drops of fluid trickled from her nether regions. The demon general who had just resisted was now instantly subdued. "Good work," Ryan praised Boudica. "You may go. I'll reward you later." "Thank you, Master," Boudica replied shyly. "Then, before that, could I have a little..." "Of course," Ryan understood her meaning. With another snap of his fingers, the dildos inside her began to move. "Ahhh..." Boudica moaned softly and left the hot spring. "Next..." Ryan carried Musashi out of the spring, tied her to a chair, and then turned his attention to Tomoe Gozen, who was still being stimulated by the tattoo. He approached her from behind, untied her legs and the strap, and then forcefully pulled out the two dildos. "Ugh, ugh!!" The sensation of the dildos being removed was nothing compared to what Tomoe Gozen was experiencing now. Even with her legs unbound, it was of little use. The stimulation in her nether regions left her weak, and she could only clench her thighs tightly to endure. Ryan kicked her knees, forcing her to kneel on the ground with her back to him. He then pressed his already erect member against her nether regions, rubbing it continuously. Finding her already wet, he thrust inside. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!!!" With the enhancement of the tattoo, Tomoe Gozen's body was now extremely sensitive. Ryan's forceful penetration made her cry out again, followed by relentless thrusting. Ryan's hands grabbed Tomoe Gozen's horns, pulling her head back as he thrust, forcing her to look up at Musashi in front of her. "Ugh... Hoo..."

"Mmmph..." A seductive voice echoed through the shadows of the pitch-black prison. This was the prison of the Goddess race, surrounded by imprisoned Goddess warriors. Their whimpers rose and fell, unnoticed by the figure passing through the center. "See? These are all warriors who believed in you. How do you think they'll feel seeing another Goddess brought here as a captive?" "Ah-woo..." The Shadow Demon chuckled playfully. Beside him, Shangguan Mei was tightly bound to an iron rack and suspended from the ceiling, moving with him like a painting. The rack was convex. Shangguan Mei was locked in, her back to the front. Her head was secured in the topmost square, her neck then shackled. Her body was locked into the lower rectangle, with two shackles fixing her chest, immobilizing her body and arms. Another shackle locked her wrists behind her back, rendering her immobile. Her lower body was bent, legs spread apart and locked on either side of the convex rack, forcing her legs into an outward stance. "Mmmph...!" Shangguan Mei was like a work of art. Her prominent breasts and spread legs were undeniably seductive, inviting intimacy. Her mouth was stuffed with a gag, allowing only muffled sounds of protest. "Alright, we're here." Finally, Shangguan Mei was brought to a deeper room on another floor. The room was bare. Shangguan Mei was suspended in the center of the room, above a bottomless pit. "Mmmph..." Shangguan Mei glared furiously at the Shadow Demon, who explained, "How is it? Do you feel your power recovering, but unable to use it?" In fact, Shangguan Mei had been locked into this rack upon waking. She had tried to escape. Fortunately, her powers were slowly returning, but she couldn't use them at all, feeling a potent energy with nowhere to go. "Of course, we know. Your powers as Goddesses gradually recover when you leave the human realm," the Shadow Demon said, stepping forward and gently pinching Shangguan Mei's protruding breasts. "So, this is our special gift of gratitude for you." "Mugoo..." Shangguan Mei mumbled. The Shadow Demon explained, "I'm sorry I can't remove that thing from your mouth. In fact, you'll be with them for the rest of your days, as they were welded on after securing you. But I know what you want to ask, so I'll kindly answer it for you." The Shadow Demon snapped his fingers, and an image appeared before Shangguan Mei's eyes: a Goddess, bound and her divine power being drained. "Mmm-mmm-mmm!!" Seeing her predecessor treated this way, Shangguan Mei thrashed her body in furious struggle, but she couldn't break free from the welded rack. "She is now the power source for the entire city. The divine power of just one Goddess can power the whole city..." The Shadow Demon pointed downwards, his hand reaching Shangguan Mei's lower abdomen. "What if we could turn her into our own fighting force?" "Mmm? Mmm-mmm-mmm!!!" As Shangguan Mei wondered, countless tentacles surged from the pit below, surrounding her. "Allow me to introduce them," the Shadow Demon extended his hand, and a tentacle obediently landed on it. "This is the culmination of all our demon race's efforts. It contains information on all our finest warriors that we could gather, and its objective is singular." "Mmm!!" Then, all the tentacles wrapped around Shangguan Mei, crawling and writhing over her body, leaving behind an unknown liquid. The liquid quickly evaporated, and Shangguan Mei felt her body grow hot, followed by involuntary spasms in her lower body. "It is to impregnate you with the elite of the demon race!" the Shadow Demon announced, spreading his arms. "Their bodily fluids are potent aphrodisiacs. Even as a Goddess, you must be in heat now, right?" "Mmm-mmm... Mmm-mmm-mmm!!!" Shangguan Mei moaned. The tentacles had already wrapped around her breasts, teasing her nipples, making her increasingly aroused. Her spread lower body was already overflowing, her nectar dripping onto the tentacles. Sensing the signal, the tentacles stiffened and then aimed for her nether regions... "Mmm-mmm-mmm!!!" "Alright, then you can safely give birth here. We are very eager to see how powerful a child a Goddess can bear." Shangguan Mei was continuously penetrated as the Shadow Demon turned and left. The pitch-black room was filled only with helpless moans. ... "Congratulations, Mr. Hansen, on your first anniversary on the throne." In the hall, Ryan sat on the sofa, with Eula maintaining her guard behind him. Before them sat Hansen, who had become Emperor. "I'm humbled," Hansen waved his hands. The committee had taken over not long ago and had already stabilized the chaotic nation. Then, Hansen, with the highest popular support, was elected Emperor. Ryan had initially expected the nation to descend back into chaos soon, but surprisingly, he had governed well for a year. At the other end of the chain in Hansen's hand knelt the former Queen of the nation, Artoria. With the restoration of slavery, anyone could now own slaves. While a king needed to maintain some decorum in public, Artoria's neck was adorned with a long strip of cloth tied to her waist, barely concealing her front. Large portions of her side breast and the view behind her were exposed. Her feet were chained, and her hands were cuffed behind her back. Though her golden hair and beautiful face were still captivating, she no longer possessed the aura of a queen. "Mr. Ryan, your contribution to my current position is immeasurable," Ryan clapped his hands. A guard pushed a cart forward, laden with piles of gold ingots. "Now that I've prospered, I naturally won't forget you, Mr. Ryan." "Then I won't be polite," Ryan accepted the gold without hesitation. He knew Hansen's purpose was to gauge his attitude. Shangguan Mei had already been taken to the demon realm, and he had no further objectives. He would stay here for the time being; he wasn't lacking in women anyway. After a few more pleasantries, Hansen left, leading Artoria by the chain. Ryan stretched and returned to his bedroom.

"Hahaha... Hahaha..." Anafia suddenly let out an unnatural laugh. "I was forced to be crowned queen, and now I've even killed my own lover. I... AAAAAAH!" "She's losing control! Be careful!" Seeing Anafia suddenly scream in madness, Ryan immediately rushed forward and pinned her onto the bed. Almelia also retreated, as she was pregnant. Fortunately, her arms and legs were still bound, allowing her only to writhe and struggle. Ryan quickly made her bite down on a gag to prevent her from biting her tongue. After tying it behind her head, he pressed her down onto the bed. He then took a leather strap from the bedside and secured it to the other side, completely restraining her to the bed. "Let's leave her alone for a while," Ryan said, embracing his wife as they left the room. Almelia looked at her mother, who was raving on the bed. It was the first time she had ever seen her strong mother so broken. "Mother..." In the end, she could only leave the room with Ryan, feeling helpless. "Waaaaah!!" Anafia on the bed continued to writhe and make sounds, struggling. She was originally the village chief of an elf village. Because of her unusual hair color and outstanding abilities, she was chosen. Even so, her life was ordinary and free. She had her own husband and a happy life. During the beastman rebellion, her village was well-hidden and unaffected. Later, when the villages merged to form the Elven Homeland, she was again chosen as queen. Although she had children, her husband passed away, and she was no longer as free as before. At that time, she could still say it was a duty bestowed by the goddess. Now, she realized how ridiculous she was. "Ugh..." In the dark night, Anafia woke up. She was covered in sweat, and her lower body had soaked the bedding due to incontinence. However, after thrashing for so long, her body quickly lost strength, and she fell back into a deep sleep. The next day, upon hearing she had woken up, Ryan sent Eula to bathe her. After being unbound from the bed, she was fitted with ankle cuffs and led to the bathing pool. This time, no matter how they touched her body, she remained unresponsive. Their caresses of her breasts and the wiping of her nether regions elicited no reaction. After bathing, she was dressed in a skirt and brought to the dining room for a meal. Ryan and Almelia had been waiting for a long time. "Mother..." "..." Anafia remained silent, merely opening her mouth to eat the food being fed to her by others. After that, Anafia was allowed to move freely within the mansion. Although her hands were still bound behind her back and she wore ankle cuffs, she spent most of her time alone in her room. Besides meals, bathing, and using the restroom, she could occasionally be seen strolling in the corridors. However, the moment she saw Almelia, she would turn and flee. She felt helpless regarding her daughter. Days passed one by one. Her clone governed the Elven Homeland very well, and no one even noticed anything amiss. Anafia also grew accustomed to living in the mansion, losing her initial resistance. Although she still feared seeing her daughter, she no longer actively avoided her. One day, Anafia was lying in bed when she was suddenly awakened by a sensation. Although she had been blocking her perception of Almelia before, she now felt that her daughter was in an emergency: she was going into labor. "Lia!" Anafia immediately became frantic. She jumped out of bed and ran towards the door. However, with her hands bound behind her back and wearing ankle cuffs, she fell hard. But she quickly got up and, without falling again, strode rapidly in Lia's direction. "Crash!" She side-swiped the room door open. Almelia was lying on the bed, breathing rapidly. Her moist lower body indicated her water had broken. The experienced Boudica was comforting her, while Ryan was about to go find a doctor. At this moment, all of them were startled by Anafia's forceful entry. "Untie me!" Anafia shouted. "Human women don't understand elven childbirth! Let me!"

A few days later, Annafia was quite familiar with the mansion, and she could wander around the house freely. One day, she kicked open the door to Ryan's bedroom. "Mother-in-law?" The child slept soundly in the cradle, while Almelia was tightly bound by ropes. Her hands were tied behind her back, and ropes above and below her breasts secured her arms to her body, pressing her already ample bosom into prominent mounds. Her slender legs were held together, crossed at the feet, with ropes binding her thighs, knees, and ankles. "Mmm?!" Almelia let out a muffled sound from behind her gag. She was currently sitting on Ryan, who had one arm around her, his other hand cupping one of her full breasts, his mouth sucking on the nipple. His cock was inserted into her [X], rubbing against her wet cunt outside, teasing it into readiness, waiting for him to enter her body.

"Vile wretch!!" Though Sural was tempted to shoot an arrow at him, she could only deal with the goblins attacking her once more. "Haa... haa..." After dealing with another wave of goblins, Sural's condition was far from good. This was because the sensitivity penalty from her first victory was intensifying, making her feel every gust of wind against her skin. Her upper body was already slick with sweat. "What!" Suddenly, Sural's arms were pulled back, and her wrists and elbows were bound with ropes. This punishment had stolen her freedom of movement. She didn't even have the strength to curse her captor before the goblins lunged at her again, easily crushing her already damaged bow. "Bastards... stop!" The goblins embraced Sural's body, their hands roaming over her, even starting to pull off her skirt. Sural endured, muttering something under her breath. "Gaaak!" Suddenly, the goblins were struck by lightning. Sural stood panting, her skirt having been torn off in the process, revealing her white panties. She had won again. "So cute," Ryan licked his lips. "Let's add a little more spice." "Ugh!" The ropes on Sural's body shifted. The rope around her elbows tightened, binding her arms to her body, passing over her chest. Then, a rope snaked from beside her neck, through her cleavage, around under her breasts, and back out the other side, cinching them tightly. The ropes below her elbows wrapped around her abdomen several times before passing through her crotch, securing a crotch rope. This further immobilized her arms and heightened her body's sensitivity. "Ugh... what!" Without warning, two medium-sized goblins appeared, grabbing her, licking her face, biting her breasts, and fondling her hips and thighs. "Let go... of me!" Subjected to such treatment, the overwhelming sensitivity threatened to make Sural lose consciousness. But she quickly reacted, seizing an opportunity when the two goblins relaxed their grip, crouching down and rolling away. She then chanted a spell, eliminating them. "Magic comes easily to you, doesn't it?" Ryan clapped his hands. "Will it still be so easy next time?" "Gugu gu..." This time, the medium-sized goblins didn't attack stealthily. They advanced openly from the front. "Damn monsters, next... ah!" Suddenly, Sural's breasts trembled, and milk spurted from her nipples. Her previous victory had transformed her body into a milk-producing state via the collar. Seeing this, the medium-sized goblins pounced, eagerly tasting the milk with their mouths. "Get... off me!!" While the goblins were engrossed with her breasts, Sural managed to complete her chant and achieved victory again. "Useless. I'll have to handle this myself." Ryan sighed, looking at Sural. "Haa... haa... Nngh!!" As Sural gasped for breath, a gag was suddenly stuffed into her mouth, preventing her from even chanting magic. "Hehehe..." A newly arrived goblin sauntered over to Sural. It looked at the defenseless silver elf and slowly moved behind her. One hand embraced her, ravaging her milk-filled breasts, while the other tore off her remaining underwear and began to rub against her through the crotch rope. "Mmmph!!" Sural moaned as her body received intense stimulation. The weakness of her body and the restraints above prevented her from fighting back, leaving her with no means of resistance. "What a shame. That elf lady will have to join them as a slave." Ryan snapped his fingers, summoning a swarm of goblins. "Go, give them a proper makeover." The goblins swarmed forward, tearing off Kagura Yukino Fiala's clothes. Several revealed their fair, ample bodies. Throughout this process, the goblins couldn't stop groping them, and the women instinctively moaned. "Mmm..." Seeing this, Sural's eyes snapped open. (No! It can't end like this!!) Suddenly, Sural's body glowed, breaking all the ropes and shackles binding her. Simultaneously, the goblins turned to ash. "Haa... haa..." Freed from her restraints, Sural sat on the ground, panting heavily, clearly exhausted. "No-chant magic, huh? But you're out of strength, aren't you?" Ryan walked up to her, mocking. "Can you win next time?" "Stop your nonsense. Since I haven't lost yet, make them stop!" Sural stood up and yelled. "No need. I'm tired of these boring fights," Ryan sighed. "Besides, you don't need to win anymore." "Wh-what!!!" Suddenly, the slave collar glowed, and ropes once again bound Sural tightly. Then, black leather straps wrapped around her body. As the light faded, Sural's body was completely restrained by the black straps, and she shrunk to the size of a palm. "Much easier to carry like this." Ryan then grasped Sural. "Don't worry, your other companions are all like this now. They'll be reunited with you soon." "Ngh! Mmm!!" Sural struggled with all her might, but it was futile. She then saw Kagura Yukino, stripped bare, being placed down and tightly bound by goblins with ropes. After the binding, the women were freed from their hypnosis and awoke. "Ngh! Mmm!!!" The awakened women noticed their state and that of the other two, their faces filled with terror. They struggled desperately but were unable to move. Then they saw Ryan holding Sural and thrashed in anger. "Ngh! Mmm!!" Ryan mocked Kagura's furious gaze. "Don't worry, President Kagura, I'll reunite you all shortly." Then, the slave collars of the three women also glowed, binding them in black silk ribbons and shrinking them to palm size. "Mmm... mmm..." Seeing the three also fall victim, Sural lowered her head in despair. Ryan walked over. "Take a good look. You won't be seeing each other for a long time." Then, black leather straps covered the eyes of the four women, leaving them only able to feel through touch that they were all held in Ryan's hand. "Alright, now let's head to the other continent." Finally, Ryan, holding his spoils, walked towards the ship.