Bondage Magic Contract [End of Volume 1]

Charis also realized how alluring her current indecent state was. The stark contrast with her strong self-esteem made her feel extremely embarrassed and ashamed, especially with her bare feet now on the ground, her tender, pale soles being ogled by these perverts. Charis felt so mortified that she wished she could dig two massive holes in the ground with her delicate feet. "Mmph! Wh-what... mmph mmph! are you looking at!!" Charis cried out in shame and anger, but her voice, originally as clear and melodious as a lark's, was muffled by the silk stocking in her mouth, making it indistinct. Instead, it sounded more like she was teasing and pleasing these lecherous men. Field continued to stare at Charis with a mocking gaze, showing no intention of releasing the other hostage. Enraged, Charis stretched out her jade-like fingers towards the untrustworthy bandits, babbling incoherently, as if accusing them. "Don't be in such a hurry, noble and beautiful sorceress. Didn't we release one meat-shield hostage? As for the other one... we'll need you to put this on first." As he spoke, Field's subordinate produced a strange metal collar, adorned with crystals that emitted a purple glow. "Mmph?" Charis naturally had no idea what this thing was for, letting out a few confused, soft whimpers. However, before negotiating further with these bandits, she needed to put her shoes back on. Charis picked up the shoes she had kicked off earlier and put them back on. Although her delicate feet were now without the adornment of white stockings, it added a touch of natural, harmonious beauty. Field tossed the collar at Charis's feet, then tightened his grip on the meat-shield hostage in front of him, holding a sharp knife to her throat. It seemed that if Charis refused, he would immediately do away with the woman. "No! Mmph?!" Charis was startled by his fierce and malicious demeanor. She quickly bent down to pick up the collar from the ground, fearing that the poor hostage would be harmed. Looking at the iron collar in her hand, Charis could feel the magical energy near her small hands rapidly draining away, as if being repelled by the collar. This meant that if she wore it, her magic casting power would be greatly diminished. How did these people get their hands on something like this??? Charis hesitated, glancing up at Field and the bandits behind him. A collar that restricted magic shouldn't be here. Charis recalled seeing similar magic-restricting artifacts in the alchemist Master Xinjide's laboratory, but each one was incredibly expensive to forge. Seeing Charis's hesitation, Field felt a pang of unease. This item was given to him by his superiors specifically for capturing beautiful sorceresses. Could this woman have discovered something? Charis was indeed hesitant, but her hesitation stemmed from the shame and vulgarity of wearing such an ugly collar. Yet, deep down, a different thought seemed to stir within her, a strong curiosity urging her to put it on and try it out. As for the magic restriction? Charis didn't take it to heart at all. It was a joke. Such a thing might greatly restrict ordinary mages, but she was the youngest Grand Mage on the continent!!! It was known that a prerequisite skill for becoming a Grand Mage was the ability to initially create magical elements independently. Therefore, even if this collar restricted a mage's ability to draw upon the magical elements of heaven and earth, a Grand Mage could still cast spells with ease. Charis's intense vanity and a certain inexplicable craving deep within her finally overcame her reserve. As if possessed, Charis slipped the collar onto her fair, smooth neck. "Click," the sound of the clasp echoed as the collar locked around her neck. Being made of metal, the sudden weight on her delicate shoulders made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Coupled with the sensation of the surrounding magical elements being driven away, Charis felt even more uneasy. "Mmph! Mmph mmph!!!" After putting on the collar, Charis wanted to urge Field to quickly release the other hostage. However, her mouth was now completely filled with saliva and the used silk stocking she had worn, making it impossible to utter a single clear word. She could only flail her arms in frustration. Seeing this, Field couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. He casually pushed the woman in front of him towards Charis, while also signaling his subordinates behind him with a gesture, indicating for them to prepare to act. "Little girl, I don't care who you are, once you're here, you're just one thing: merchandise..." Field didn't care about the two pieces of merchandise that had escaped. He greedily appraised the pure and sexy Charis from head to toe. If he could capture this woman, it would be a massive profit with no loss. "Mmmph!!" Charis let out a muffled cry of shame and anger, feigning a distressed expression. In reality, Charis was very confident in her own strength. Even if her mouth was gagged and she couldn't chant spells, she could easily defeat these people with the power of her innate magical elements. What intrigued her more right now was the identity of these people. She didn't believe that mere small-town bandits would have access to such magical restraining devices. There had to be a powerful figure behind them. If she could follow the trail and expose the mastermind, even her father and mother would look at her with newfound respect. Field led his subordinates, slowly cornering Charis. Each of them held a weapon, their lecherous gazes fixed on Charis, who now appeared to be defenseless. While they were wary of Charis's magic, it was clearly no longer a threat. Their courage grew with each passing moment. Should I sacrifice myself again, perhaps to lure out the bigger fish behind them? A dangerous thought flickered through Charis's mind. If she were to eliminate these men directly, the people behind them would surely be frightened and go into hiding... In truth, Charis harbored a tiny, secret desire to experience the sensation of being bound by ropes. Of course, Charis would never admit it; she only wanted to capture the mastermind. "Brothers, charge!" Field roared, lunging towards Charis. The other bandits followed suit, swarming towards the beautiful, alluring figure like lust-crazed demons. Despite her resolve to sacrifice herself, Charis was still startled by the scene before her. Instinctively, she reached out to resist, but in the next moment, Field's large hand seized her delicate hand, clad in a long, lacy glove. Charis tried to struggle free from Field's grip, but how could a physically weak mage contend with someone who cultivated battle qi? With a fierce tug, Field pulled Charis into his embrace, her struggles proving futile. Before Charis could react, the other bandits surged forward. Their movements were coordinated: two men grabbed her kicking, bare feet, while two others twisted her hands behind her back. The rest drew ropes from their person and began to bind Charis's delicate body. Charis's pretty face turned pale with fright. Having lived a life of pampered luxury, she had never witnessed such a scene. Her mind went blank, and a strange sense of excitement inexplicably arose within her. As the bandits bound Charis's body, they didn't hesitate to grope her, especially her ample, proud breasts and her shapely, elastic legs. In their eyes, these were unparalleled sources of pleasure. Before long, Charis's hands were tightly bound behind her back. The rope was wrapped around her arms several times before being brought to her front, cinching tightly across her breasts. The pressure of the rope forced Charis to arch her chest, making her already alluring bosom appear even rounder and fuller, her décolletage on the verge of revealing the tempting cleavage within. "Mmmph!!!" Charis's delicate, slender legs were not spared either. The rope was tightly wound around her ankles, knees, and the base of her thighs, four or five times each. The bandits, fearing that Charis's struggles might loosen the bindings, then created a cross-shaped reinforcement between each section of rope. This forced Charis's legs together, leaving her unable to separate them even slightly. Shaliss was quite pleased with Ollie's obedient behavior. After tossing Ollie onto the bed, she turned and walked barefoot to the door. Her beautiful eyes glanced at the maid waiting not far outside. "You all may withdraw. Do not enter to disturb me without my command." Watching the maids retreat, Shaliss turned back with satisfaction to the little wildcat tied to the bed. Next was an intimate session meant only for the two sisters. At this moment, Ollie struggled to sit up on the bed, her face flushed and looking a bit flustered at her sister. Shaliss, meanwhile, casually picked up a brand-new pair of white pantyhose from the wardrobe and approached the bed. Shaliss recalled the time she was coerced by the robbers and willingly stuffed the pantyhose into herself. A wave of shame and annoyance washed over her, yet a strange sense of joy made the feeling unforgettable. In front of Ollie, Shaliss carefully folded the white pantyhose into a ball. She then grinned at Ollie's pretty face and said, "Come! My good Ollie, open your little mouth and let sister stuff this in. That way, you won't make any noise for others to hear." "Ah??!!" Ollie's face was filled with disbelief. She then realized her wicked sister intended to stuff pantyhose into her mouth. Angered and embarrassed, she immediately began to struggle violently. "Help! No! Ah! Woo woo woo!!" Just as Ollie was about to scream for help, Shaliss pounced on her and threw her onto the bed. Without a word, she shoved the pantyhose towards Ollie's lips. "Woo woo woo! No!" Ollie resisted, shaking her head, unwilling to let Shaliss stuff the pantyhose into her mouth. Seeing that she couldn't easily pry open her sister's mouth, Shaliss wasn't annoyed. Her other small hand stealthily reached for Ollie's collar, which was somewhat disheveled from the ropes around her chest. "Ah!!" Before Ollie could react, her chest felt a ticklish sensation. She couldn't help but let out an involuntary scream. The next moment, Shaliss seized the opportunity and stuffed the entire ball of pantyhose into Ollie's mouth. "Woo woo woo! Woo woo!!" Ollie panicked, trying to push the wad of pantyhose out with her tongue. But as soon as she exerted any force, her nipples, which Shaliss had been teasing, sent a wave of weakness through her entire body. She could only allow the soft, woven fabric to fill her mouth. "Don't you dare spit it out. Otherwise, I'll stuff your used socks into your mouth!" Shaliss said triumphantly. She finally saw her presumptuous sister's shy and coquettish expression. Shaliss helped Ollie sit up, lifted the covers to conceal the body tightly bound by ropes, and then stretched languidly before crawling in herself. "Woo woo?!" Ollie flustered like a kitten, being pulled into Shaliss's embrace. She breathed in the unique scent of youth emanating from her sister. If not for the shameful way she was bound by the ropes, she would have been incredibly comfortable and enjoyed it. "How long has it been since we slept together?" Shaliss became unusually bold. As she held Ollie, her hands were restless, roaming over Ollie's soft and fragrant body. Several times, she provoked Ollie into soft moans, while Shaliss pinned Ollie between her legs, preventing her from moving freely. The scene was quite sensual. Gradually, simple caresses were no longer enough for Shaliss. While teasing Ollie, she herself couldn't help but blush, her slightly rapid breathing making her gaze at Ollie increasingly hazy. Shaliss felt her thoughts being influenced by the God-Binding Contract mark on her forehead, yet she lacked the energy to resist or think. She was driven again and again by the burning desire in her heart. Just as they were both lost in passion, the ropes binding Ollie suddenly began to move. Before Shaliss could react, the black ropes extended and climbed onto her own body. "Hmm??" By the time Shaliss realized what was happening, the black ropes had already bound her waist. A strong, tight sense of restraint immediately enveloped her. "How could this happen??" Shaliss cried out in surprise. Hadn't she sacrificed her own sister to satisfy this perverted black rope's fetish? Why was it binding her again? Before Shaliss could struggle, her hands were pulled by the black ropes and forced behind her back, folded together. The black ropes flexibly extended over her bare arms, exposed outside her nightgown, pulling her wrists up to the back of her neck. "Ah!!" Shaliss cried out in pain, but the ropes showed no sign of stopping. They continued to bind her delicate body, clad only in a thin nightgown. The black ropes continued upwards, passing over her fair, delicate neck and resting on her shoulders, which were exposed by the thin spaghetti straps. Then, the ropes looped back down, wrapping around her armpits and beginning to coil around her breasts. One circle after another, until her ample, alluring breasts were each wrapped four times, making them appear even larger. Her bare feet and legs, exposed beneath the white lace nightgown, were not spared. Shaliss's legs were forced into a folded position, and the black ropes tightly bound both her feet, circle by circle, in a most alluring manner. "You wretched ropes, why are you so disobedient!!" Shaliss said, embarrassed and angry. But the next moment, she regretted her words. The black ropes suddenly tightened around her lips. Then, the black ropes instantly expanded into a bouncy rubber ball, just the right size to wedge between Shaliss's teeth. The black ropes on either side transformed into flat leather straps, tied together at the back of her head. "Woo woo! What is this!! Woo woo woo?? What!!! Woo woo woo!!!" Shaliss was somewhat panicked. She didn't know what this black rope had turned into, wedged in her mouth, making her speech slurred. She wanted to spit out the ball in her mouth, but because of the leather straps on the sides, it snapped back, and the ball tightly blocked her mouth. Ollie snapped out of her state of uncontrollable arousal. Seeing her sister also bound and restrained by the black ropes, she was stunned for a moment before suddenly chuckling. With a flick of her tongue, she spat out the saliva-soaked wad of pantyhose from her mouth and said with a娇声 (delicate voice), "Haha! Wicked sister, you've brought this upon yourself! Serves you right for bullying me!! Hmph! Even your precious treasure couldn't stand it... Ah... No! I was wrong! Woo woo woo! Woo woo woo!!!" Charis snapped her fingers lightly, and the ropes binding Ilis seemed to come alive, tightening once more in any places that had loosened from her struggles. "Mmph! Ah, mmph! Mmph!" These damn ropes! Ilis, filled with shame and rage, could only bite down on the silicone ball clamped between her teeth. This incredibly elastic gag was a torment, a source of unbearable discomfort. Her fury had no outlet, leaving her to rage impotently. "Oh? Still not settling down? Then... let's try this." Charis smiled playfully and manipulated the ropes on Ilis's body again. "Mmph! No! Mmph!" Ilis felt her white-stockinged legs, bound together by the ropes, being forced to fold as the cords pulled. Then, a rope extended from where her ankles were tied, stretching all the way to the knot on her back and connecting there. "Mmph?! Huh?!" Ilis seemed to realize what was happening and began to struggle wildly against the ropes' pull. She tried desperately to straighten her white-stockinged legs, but ultimately couldn't overcome the tightening cords. She was forced into a contorted position, her body bound into a knot, forming a "four horses with their hooves tied" pose. Damn it! Ilis refused to give up struggling. She couldn't believe she had fallen into the hands of this little brat. It seemed this woman had set a trap on a whim, and she had actually fallen for it. Calming herself, she desperately tried to figure out how to escape. She scanned the woman before her, searching her mind for any information that might reveal who this woman truly was. Seeing Ilis finally subdued beneath her power, Charis clapped her hands with delight. She was so good at "winning hearts with virtue"! Ilis must have surrendered to my kindness and wisdom! "Mmph," Ilis, forced onto the bed, pouted forward, signaling her submission and wanting Charis to remove the gag. She had something to say. Charis raised an eyebrow. She believed Ilis, bound like a meat dumpling in black ropes, could no longer scheme or escape. So, without much concern, she reached behind Ilis's head, unlocked the small clasp of the gag, and removed the ball, now slick with Ilis's clear saliva. "Cough... You're Princess Charis of Aslan, the seventh princess?!" Ilis, her mouth still sore from being held open for so long, looked at the beautiful woman before her with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "I am the great adventurer Charis!" Charis flicked Ilis's forehead with her finger, clearly displeased that Ilis only recognized her as a princess. Ilis, enduring the sting, gritted her teeth and suppressed her urge to retaliate. This little brat, I admit defeat this time, but don't let me catch you in my hands! "Why did you frame me? I don't believe I've offended the royal family anywhere!" Ilis said, her words sounding confident, but her hands involuntarily clenched, betraying her guilt. "I captured you to uphold justice! Hmph! You've kidnapped and abused so many innocent girls in the Black Market. That alone is enough to sentence you to life imprisonment! And you ask why I framed you?!" Charis exclaimed, her anger flaring at the thought of her good friend Shirley nearly falling victim. "You're right, I can't exactly spirit you out of the Black District quietly, but... actually, I didn't just decide to do this on a whim today. I came fully prepared! Look at this." Charlis said, drawing a circle in the air with her delicate finger, and a wondrous, intricate magic circle materialized before her. Elise's eyes widened at the sight, and she then shrieked, "You actually carry a teleportation magic circle with you?! How is that possible?! You, you, you!!! *sob* No!! *sob sob sob*!!!!" Charlis didn't give her a chance to speak further. She took the rubber gag from before and shoved it back into Elise's mouth, once again stripping her of her voice. Seeing the woman's panicked state, Charlis couldn't be happier. Normally, creating a teleportation magic circle isn't complicated. Anyone who has reached the level of a fifth-tier Archmage in spatial magic can easily create one. The only difference lies in the size of the object to be teleported and the distance. However, without exception, teleportation consumes an enormous amount of magical energy. Even a sixth-tier Magus would struggle to supply enough magical elements on their own. But the royal family was incredibly wealthy. To successfully abduct this Queen of the Black District and bring her back, Charlis specifically requested a sixth-tier energy gem from her elder sister, all to power this teleportation magic circle. Sensing that the situation was dire, Elise finally couldn't hold back and began to struggle desperately. However, her binding technique was too skilled. Every part of her body that could exert force was restrained by ropes. Even though she was a fifth-tier warrior comparable to a Grandmaster, she couldn't break free. Looking at Elise, who was bound like a meatball on the bed, Charlis became even more interested. She decided to torment the woman a little more. She extended her delicate hand and pointed at Elise's forced-upward buttocks, where a cold rope was mercilessly constricting her. Charlis flashed a charming, mischievous smile. With a slight flick of her wrist, the rope tightly constricting Elise's lower body suddenly expanded. What was originally a simple rope transformed into a series of knots. "Mmph?! Mmph! Ah!! Mmph!!! Mmph ahhhhhh!!!!" Feeling the strange movement in her most intimate area, Elise let out painful, seductive moans and gasps. She felt that every struggle she made would cause the ropes beneath her skirt to shift and rub, and the large knots repeatedly chafed her tender flower. Charlis gathered all her strength and lifted Elise. Although she was a high-tier Magus, setting aside her magical attainments, her physical strength was no more than that of a young woman who had just come of age. Fortunately, Elise was light, so Charlis could still carry her. But Elise was unwilling to be abducted like this. Ignoring the intense pleasure caused by the knots ravaging her lower body, she struggled with all her might in Charlis's arms. "Ouch!!" Charlis lost her balance and fell to the ground. Elise, in her arms, also tumbled directly onto the floor. Seeing the tears welling up in her eyes and her pained expression, it was clear that the fall was not light. "Damn it!" Charlis angrily rubbed her sore buttocks. Why was this woman still resisting at a time like this! No, after her elder sister finished interrogating this woman, she would definitely ask for her and torment her properly! "Stay put, you hear me!" Charlis said, looking at Elise, who was bound and unable to move on the floor. She then tossed the spatial teleportation magic circle onto the ground, and the floor instantly erupted with an eerie glow. "Mmph!! Mmph ah!!! No!!!! Mmph mmph!!!! Mmph mmph!!!!" Elise was still struggling, but it was now futile. She could only watch helplessly as Charlis began to chant. Accompanied by a spell chant as pleasant as tinkling bells, Elise's delicate body was enveloped in a light that appeared out of nowhere. When the light dissipated, Elise had vanished into thin air. "Phew! I'm exhausted, finally got her sent away! Alright, now I need to go back and pick up Sister Shirley!" Charlis said, patting her heaving chest. Although she had used the energy gem to power the spatial teleportation magic, it had still consumed a lot of her own magical energy. ...................... In the Imperial Palace of the Aslan Empire, within the bedchamber of Third Princess Charlotte. Charlotte, seated at the head of the private chamber, leisurely read a book. Her smooth, golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Her exquisite face was dignified and beautiful, and her eyes, filled with wisdom, radiated a brilliant glow. She was casually draped in a yellow, floor-length dress adorned with white silk petals. Her chest and the hem of the dress were accented with silver-white and yellow silk threads, giving her a noble and sacred appearance. Beneath the hem, a pair of fair, slender, long legs were revealed, her small feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, tapped against ten-centimeter white high heels, swinging back and forth in the air. "Hmm?" Suddenly, a flash of light interrupted Charlotte's thoughts. She saw a delicate body materialize and fall to the ground before her. "It seems that girl succeeded. Wait a moment..." Charlotte's pretty face flushed slightly as she saw the state of the woman who had just appeared. The woman was bound by ropes in a most shameful manner, and her lower body, constricted by the ropes, was oozing with nectar. "This Charlis... she's really gone bad!" Charlotte said, flustered and annoyed. The massive black rift in the sky did not disappear, and elite soldiers of the setting sun continued to pour out of it. Leticia, with a cold expression, looked down upon the imperial capital engulfed in continuous warfare. "Leticia, do you know what you're doing?! Let me go, you bitch!!" Behind Leticia, dressed in a long, moon-black gown, a similarly stunning and gentle woman was shouting furiously. Her delicate body, clad in a pure white sacred gown, was tightly bound by golden magic-sealing ropes. Her hands were tied behind her back, folded into a W shape, her arms and wrists connected to her upper body, rendering her immobile. Beneath the ornate gown, a pair of slender, beautiful legs could be seen pressed tightly together. Her bare, delicate feet, peeking out from under the hem of her skirt, appeared to be securely bound by ropes at the ankles, forcing the woman to writhe on the ground like a caterpillar, humiliated and unable to stand. "Grice, I know what I'm doing, but I also ask you to recognize your situation. You are nothing more than my prisoner now," Leticia said indifferently. Her expression remained grim; maintaining the massive teleportation array for so long had taken a significant toll on her. "You bitch, Master Morey will never forgive you when he returns!!" Grice said, filled with shame and indignation. She could only watch as her former respected senior disciple systematically delivered enemies into the imperial capital. "Morey, that old fossil has probably fled far away. Grice, if you are willing to follow me, I can release you now. You will still be a priestess of the Tower of Dawn, and I will still be your senior disciple. But if..." Leticia patiently tried to persuade her magic-less junior disciple. "Pah! You damn... Mmmph?! Ughh?!!" Before Grice could finish, she felt something jamming her mouth open. It was a large block of ice, forced between her teeth. No matter how hard she tried with her tongue, she couldn't push the ice out. "I am disappointed. You are still so stubborn. Do you really think Caroline, with that artifact, can ruin our years of planning and execution?" Leticia shook her head, a look of disappointment on her face. "The imperial capital is already an empty shell. All the supreme Saint-tier powerhouses are gone. Since you refuse to submit to me, you can stay with the others." As soon as she finished speaking, a black hole suddenly appeared on the ground where Grice stood. She then fell directly into it, landing in the dungeons of the Tower of Dawn, where many other mage maidens were already bound and imprisoned. The Tower of Dawn was the magical holy land of Aslan, and almost all mages originated from here. Led by the Saint Archmage Morey, and including Charis, who had recently broken through, there were a total of seven Archmages. However, at this moment, only three were in the imperial capital: Leticia, Grice, and Charis. Unfortunately, the latter two had lost their combat ability and were reduced to prisoners. Leticia felt no ripple of emotion as she personally sent her junior disciple, whom she had watched grow up, into the dungeon. She hated Aslan, and she hated her own master, Morey, even more. She wanted to prove that she was the one with the strongest magical talent, that only she deserved to inherit the Tower of Dawn, filled with forbidden mysteries. It was precisely because of the lack of assistance from mages that the Aslan imperial capital fell so quickly. Originally, with the innate advantage of the mages, coupled with the continuous supply of magical elements from the Tower of Dawn, they could have occupied advantageous terrain and unleashed magic to resist the enemy. To say nothing else, fifty years ago, Morey, then an Archmage, fought on par with two Saint-tier powerhouses of the beast race, relying on the terrifying magical fluctuations of the Tower of Dawn. Under Veliya's soothing touch, Olly was no longer as scared as she was at first. She stared at Veliya with her beautiful eyes and said, "Then... then what... it feels so strange to have it here..." "Don't worry, Princess Olly. It's normal to feel a little unaccustomed to a vibrator the first time you try it. But to allow my dear sister to fully and deeply experience the wonders of this toy, I need to restrain your limbs. This way, you can fully appreciate its marvelous effects. Is that alright?" Veliya said softly, her seductive words carrying an endless allure that made Olly nod subconsciously. After receiving Olly's consent, Veliya's smile became even more radiant. She affectionately took Olly's small hand and led her to a rack. "What is this??" Olly looked up curiously at the strangely shaped iron rack. Two thick iron bars crossed to form an X shape, with a leather handcuff at each of the top ends. "Your Highness, this rack is no ordinary object. It's forged from deep-sea mithril, giving it a peculiar cool sensation to the touch. As for its hardness, even a warrior who has cultivated to the sixth-tier Grandmaster realm cannot destroy it. Come, Your Highness, give me your hand." Veliya extended her small hand, took Olly's restless little hand, and gently lifted it above her head, locking it on either side of the X-shaped rack. Thus, Olly's hands were forced above her head and restrained. "Clink clink clink!!" Olly tried to struggle her small hands, finding that the handcuffs firmly restricted her movement. Her back occasionally brushed against the iron rack, and the biting cold penetrated her thin dress, making her uncomfortable. "Is this okay now?!" Even though Olly had agreed to try, she couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed and annoyed in this restrained state. She decided that if this thing called a vibrator wasn't as fun as Veliya had claimed, she would demand an explanation. Veliya revealed her uniquely charming smile, a hint of imperceptible mockery playing on her lips. She snapped her fingers with her delicate finger, and in the next moment, the vibrators inside both her and Olly's underwear suddenly began to vibrate. "W-what?!!" Olly, who had been struggling slightly, felt her private area between her beautiful white legs suddenly attacked. The slight vibration made her involuntarily let out a soft moan, caught off guard. But she quickly realized her lapse and immediately suppressed the rising urge within her, focusing her mind to resist the itching stimulation in her nether regions. "This thing!!! It's... it's so uncomfortable!!!" Olly, who had never experienced anything like this, was completely overwhelmed by the toy ravaging her secret garden. Her face instantly flushed crimson. She felt a tingling warmth spread from her private parts throughout her body, and amidst the discomfort, there was a sense of liberating pleasure. Olly's small hands tightly gripped the restraints, her helplessness forcing her to clench her beautiful legs together, trying to alleviate the shamefully unbearable vibrations. "Princess Olly, desire is something that should be guided, not suppressed. Forcibly holding back is not good. Come, let me help you experience it more deeply." With that, Veliya, her pretty face also flushed, embraced Olly's waist. One of her jade hands wrapped around Olly's slender waist, while the other reached under Olly's skirt... "Wait, no!! Ah~~~~" Olly, who had been struggling and resisting out of shyness, let out a bone-chilling moan in the next moment. All her previous efforts to resist the ravaging vibrator in her nether regions were in vain. Veliya's small hand pressed the vibrator under her skirt, making it fit more snugly against Olly's private parts. The vibrations Olly felt became even more intense. "Does that feel good, Princess Olly? This is just the first setting. Come, let's increase the power a bit together." Veliya said with a charming laugh. She also had a vibrator in her own underwear, but she was clearly accustomed to this mild stimulation, with only a slight flush on her pretty face and a slightly hazy look in her eyes. But how could Olly endure this? She shook her head desperately, crying out in panic, "No!! Like this!!! Ah!! No!!! Wuwuwu......." As Olly was still crying out, she felt her lips touch something soft. Startled, she opened her eyes to find Veliya's cherry-like mouth kissing her. Olly felt a nimble, fragrant tongue forcefully pry open her lips and tangle with her own. For a moment, Olly almost couldn't breathe. "Buzz buzz buzz!!!" As the vibrator's frequency increased further, Olly could no longer bear it. Her delicate body began to tremble and writhe uncontrollably. However, her restrained hands prevented her from removing the vibrator from under her skirt, forcing her to arch her hips and writhe back and forth to vent her uncontrollable desire. "Wuwuwu!! Ahhhhhh!!! Ahh!!" Her delicate body, clad in a pure white ceremonial gown, was now tightly bound by golden magic-sealing ropes. Her hands were crossed and fastened behind her back, contorted into a W-shape, her arms and wrists tethered to her upper body, rendering her immobile. Beneath the ornate gown, a pair of slender, beautiful legs could be glimpsed, pressed tightly together. The rope seemed to securely bind her ankles, exposed beneath the hem of her dress, forcing the woman to writhe on the ground like a humiliated caterpillar, unable to stand. "Grace, I know what I'm doing, but you need to recognize your own situation. You are nothing more than my prisoner now," Leticia stated indifferently, her expression still grim. Maintaining the massive teleportation array for so long had taken a significant toll on her. "You slut! Master Morey will never forgive you when he returns!!" Grace spat out, her voice choked with shame and anger. She could only watch helplessly as the senior disciple she once revered step by step delivered their enemies into the imperial capital. "Morey, that old fossil has probably fled far away. Grace, if you are willing to follow me, I can release you right now. You can still be a priestess of the Tower of Dawn, and I will still be your senior sister. But if..." Leticia patiently tried to persuade her magic-less junior sister. "Pah! You slut... Mmph?!" Grace's protest was cut short as she felt something lodged in her mouth, forcing it open. A massive block of ice was wedged between her teeth, and no matter how hard her tongue tried, she couldn't dislodge it. "I am disappointed. You are still so stubborn. Do you really think Caroline, with that artifact, can ruin years of our planning and efforts?" Leticia shook her head, a look of disappointment on her face. "The imperial capital is now an empty shell. All those powerful Saint-tier powerhouses are gone. Since you refuse to submit to me, you will join the others." As soon as she finished speaking, a black hole appeared on the ground beneath Grace, and she plummeted directly into it, falling into the dungeons of the Tower of Dawn, where many other imprisoned mage maidens were already bound and restrained. The Tower of Dawn was the magical holy land of Aslan, from which almost all mages originated. Led by the Saint Archmage Morey, it boasted seven Archmages, including the recently breakthrough Sharis. However, the imperial capital now only had three: Leticia, Grace, and Sharis. Unfortunately, the latter two were incapacitated and had become prisoners. Letting her junior sister, whom she had watched grow up, be sent to the dungeon, Leticia felt no remorse. She hated Aslan, and she hated her mentor Morey even more. She wanted to prove that she was the one with the strongest magical talent, the one who deserved to inherit the Tower of Dawn, filled with forbidden mysteries. It was precisely the lack of assistance from mages that caused the Aslan imperial capital to fall so quickly. With the inherent advantages of mages and the continuous supply of magical elements from the Tower of Dawn, they could have easily secured advantageous positions and used magic to repel the enemy. Fifty years ago, Morey, then an Archmage, had fought on par with two Saint-tier beastmen powerhouses, thanks to the terrifying magical fluctuations emanating from the Tower of Dawn. Therefore, it was the premature fall of the Tower of Dawn that plunged the continent's foremost city into immediate warfare. Gazing at the raging inferno and the widespread ruins of the capital city before her, Leticia gritted her teeth. She looked up at the faintly appearing statue of the Goddess of Desire in the sky, her eyes filled with longing. She couldn't help but recall years ago, when she was trapped at the Magister realm, unable to break through for a long time. Seeking an opportunity outside, she encountered the seductive and strange Vellia. Leticia initially dismissed Vellia, but one sentence from her left her utterly shocked. Vellia had said, "Don't waste your efforts. Without a deity's blessing, you will never reach Saint Archmage in this lifetime." "You're lying!" Leticia cried out in a delicate, angry voice, summoning a frost giant python and sending it hurtling towards Vellia. "Childish!" Vellia didn't dodge. With a slight stomp of her small foot in crystal high heels, a red halo spread outwards. The frost giant python turned to ash the moment it touched the red light. The halo rapidly flew towards Leticia, leaving her no time to react. In the next instant, Leticia felt her hands lose their freedom, bound by strands of red rope. The ropes coiled tightly around her waist, forming a dense net of cords across her chest. "No?! My chest?! Ahhhhhh!!! No!!! Let me go!!!!" Leticia writhed and struggled, her body contorted in humiliation, but the ache from her hands being held high engulfed her entire being. Vellia slowly approached Leticia, her small hand producing a pink, oval object and placing it before her. "Experience it well. This is a greeting gift from our goddess." With that, she tossed the oval object into her panties beneath her skirt. Soon, she was overcome by a continuous, intense orgasm, collapsing onto the ground and moaning incessantly. As she screamed in climax, she also felt a slight loosening of the magical realm barrier within her, which had previously felt like an insurmountable chasm.