[Otherworldly Continent Beauty Collection] The Mansion of Dream Shackles (2) The Vanishing Noble Convoy

"There's no other way~ Who asked my original target to be that lazy boss lady sitting behind the counter, the one who casually sent me over to you—" "Since she didn't want to see me personally and sent me to you, Sister Aiko~ then I'll have to trouble Sister Aiko~ to stay here and play with me properly~" With her hands clasped together relaxed, the cute and mischievous pseudo-girl winked at Aiko. After her apology, which held no hint of remorse, fell, her tender fingers gently prodded the lips of the poor beautiful store clerk. Through the smooth and resilient flesh-colored tape, Leia could clearly feel the furious muffled cries of the beautiful young girl Aiko, who was filled with shame and rage. These cries transformed into slight vibrations on her lips, continuously transmitting to her skin through her sensitive fingertips. Playfully, she caressed Aiko's pitiable cherry lips, which were tightly bound by her, and even, one could say, severely gagged. Her soft fingers traced along the flesh-colored adhesive tape, using her pinky finger to gently hook and tighten the firmly tied band at the corners of her mouth—Heh heh~ To call it a band, this seemingly ordinary gag in the darkness was actually a pair of light green, thin stockings that Aiko had carefully chosen earlier. They were chosen to match Leia's description of a natural, forest fairy aura, but now they had become a desecrating object that tightened the beautiful girl's red lips... With this, even if

Until this moment, the slightly more subdued, slender jade arms were finally, as Rhea slowly took out the ropes, tightly ensnared by the pre-woven rope loops around her wrists. As the loops tightened, Anya’s soft, tender jade hands, which had been struggling and twisting violently, gradually grew still… “Mmmph… mmmph… mmmph… mmmph…!!!” As the supple ropes dug into Anya’s arms, the girl’s frantically twisting limbs were slowly brought together and tied securely. At the ends of her slender arms, two small balls wrapped in tape trembled incessantly, bulges appearing and disappearing on their surfaces. The girl’s muffled moans grew increasingly anxious and high-pitched, until finally, she no longer cared about the crystalline saliva flowing from the numerous tiny holes, shaking her head wildly and dripping saliva all over the floor. But… a mortal girl, without even a trace of supernatural ability, no matter how hysterical, how could her strength possibly surpass that of the little sissy who had devoured the vital energy of nearly a dozen women? No matter how unwilling, no matter how frantic, Anya’s arms were still slowly brought together, the ropes wrapped around several times, digging into her skin. A short rope passed through the middle, tightening… Amidst the angry whimpers, a thread of desolate helplessness and pleading gradually emerged. Anya’s wide-open eyes turned slightly red, but at this moment, she heard a supremely pleasant voice from outside the door again. Her beautiful eyes instantly widened, and then a fierce, muffled cry erupted, saliva splashing everywhere. “Maimai, go to the fitting room and change into this outfit. Come out and let Mommy see how it looks.” It was the mother and daughter. While Rhea had been delayed, their family had finally chosen an outfit for their daughter and were coming in to change! This was her chance! She had to let the outside… know, know what was happening in here! Until this moment, as Rhea tied the last knot at the base of Anya’s arms, the firm yet aesthetically pleasing rope loops and knots had restrained her twisting, struggling藕臂 into a current, unevenly alluring pose. Viewed from the front, the slender beauty with black hair resembled a beautiful sculpture without arms, filled with an unconventional, sacred aesthetic— However, the sounds of conversation from outside the fitting room, and the sudden, intense whimpers of the beauty being bound and restrained in her arms, caused Rhea to instinctively raise her palm, instinctively covering and blocking Anya’s lips and nose, which were emitting startled screams, once more. Glancing around, especially listening to the faint footsteps of the little girl approaching the fitting room, Rhea quickly released her grip on the beauty’s silk-stockinged legs, and with a sudden surge of strength in her arms, pushed her and herself into the unlatched cubicle, forcing them to squeeze into the narrow space along with the pitiful “little kitten.” “Shhh~ Be good, big sister~ Don’t make a sound~ Don’t move around~” “Heh heh~ If someone finds out about us—I can’t guarantee what irrational things I might do to you, big sister~” “So~ Be quiet, Anya big sister~” Light footsteps sounded from outside the door, accompanied by the rustling sound of clothes rubbing together. Rhea heard the girl push open the fitting room where Anya had changed earlier. But then… a slightly confused “Eh?” was heard. This was followed by the creaking sound of the wooden door opening and closing. The little girl left Anya’s fitting room, entered the last room, and locked the door. Rhea slowly let out a breath, only to see the beauty in her arms with a flushed face, her pair of watery eyes looking at her with shame and anger. The gaps in the gag were already filled with silver threads, which dripped down, soaking more than half of the clothes on her shoulders. And on the other side, Ginny, who was sitting on the ground like a duck, her red and swollen eyes widened in terror as she looked at her sister Anya, whose arms were tied like a fire poker and whose beautiful legs were firmly clamped by the little sissy. Tears of helplessness almost instantly flooded her rosy cheeks.

The tender legs, clad in gradient pantyhose that shifted from a pale yellow at the root of the thighs to a jewel-like deep green at the ankles, were positioned in a kneeling, cross-legged stance. The petite, delicate figure was swathed in a black and white dress, its long hem concealing a patch of slightly yellowed, crisp-feeling light green velvet. A slender, emerald green, jewel-like jade foot, wrapped in deep green silk, was pressed tightly against the thigh, bound by soft restraints. The little cat, seemingly overcome with fear, her grey eyes brimming with tears, looked towards the young cross-dresser who had entered the changing room. Her eyes were flushed red, and tears continuously welled up, flowing in a steady stream. Her slender arms, encased in light gloves with a white and green gradient, were forcibly secured behind her back with soft restraints. Her long, slender fingers, like tender shoots of a willow tree, were wrapped in vibrant green silk, dyed with an unknown pigment. She knelt on the ground, with soft restraints securing her upper arms, elbows, wrists, the base of her thighs and ankles, the middle of her thighs and calves, and even above and below her knees. Her eyes widened in terror as she watched Reya’s body slowly approach, shaking her head frantically… mere inches away, she could clearly hear the hostess’s terrified whimpers vanish into thin air. Her heart was filled with dread, and beside her, Anya, wriggling on the sofa, also had her beautiful eyes wide open. She was like a harmless butterfly, flapping her wings with all her might, trying to intimidate her predator. But a moment’s thought would reveal how ridiculous and futile such an action was. Anya sat on the sofa, her white and blue gradient silk legs pressed together, twitching. Her head swayed, her black hair flying, struggling against the restraints behind her. Her exquisite clothes were already wrinkled, and sweat had soaked her beautiful stockings, rendering the already semi-transparent velvet completely see-through, revealing the alluring snow-white skin beneath, and the slight redness where the ropes had dug in. “Mmm… mmm! Mmm mmm! Mmm!!!!” You, what did you do to my friend!!! What did you do to them!?! Clearly, unlike the trembling little cat, Anya did not heed Reya’s threat. She continued to call out desperately, but her voice was muffled and weak due to the gag. The little cat wore a collar with a bell around her neck. She shook her head, and although she couldn't make a loud "mewing" sound, the tinkling of the bell as it swayed was exceptionally clear. If anyone approached the changing room, they would eventually hear it. Facing the obedient little cat kneeling on the ground with her legs together, perhaps due to a sense of affection for Anya, the young cross-dresser, instead of getting angry at the little cat’s subconscious head-shaking that made the bell ring, affectionately brought her legs together, curved her waist, and gently stroked the little cat’s soft hair. Her jade hand then gently moved to her slender, smooth, tender chin, and with her fingers, she gently hooked underneath, her sharp nails affectionately scratching and rubbing. “Good girl, good girl~~ Obedient little cat—Oh my~ Are you being a little naughty and acting spoiled just after I praised you? Shaking your little bell like that will be heard by the big sisters outside~” “Hmmph~ It seems like you, my spoiled little cat, are a little impatient to have your master pamper you, aren’t you?” “Sister Anya~ Heh heh—Looking at your expression, are you a little jealous of the little cat? If Sister Anya is also willing to be obedient~ I can let you experience the joy of being spoiled like the little cat~” Beneath the silver hair, Reya’s silver eyes, in the dim compartment, shone like the bright moon, filled with a rich and inexplicable amusement—especially when Anya continued to resist the tight bindings of the ropes, the young cross-dresser’s lips couldn’t help but curl into a deep smile. Her slender fingers continued to affectionately scratch the little cat’s smooth chin, causing the obedient little cat to involuntarily let out weak and fearful whimpers from her gagged lips. You’re lying! This is kidnapping! This is imprisonment! You’re going to die a horrible death! My family will not let you go! You will not have a good end!!! Of course, as one could imagine, Reya’s “persuasion” had no effect on the stubborn Anya.

The little sprite lifted her head, her face flushed red, and let out a hoarse, piercing scream. She writhed her plump, white-stockinged feet, shaking her head, but it was clearly… having no effect. Her delicate, jade-like feet, in terms of size, were precisely as thick as one of Leya’s slender fingers. Her hard fingernails repeatedly scratched and tickled Lilyf’s soft, tender little feet. Leya could clearly see that the little sprite, who only seconds ago had been glaring at her with flushed, angry eyes, now had pupils that constricted violently, her irises shifting slightly upwards. Beneath the soft, white stockings, her chubby thighs tensed instantly, the somewhat sexy muscle lines outlining a captivating silhouette through the silk. Her feet struggled to turn, her small back arched desperately, and the wings on her back flapped with increased frequency, even creating afterimages. Meanwhile, through the slightly thick white pantyhose, a thin cotton swab seemed to be pressing against a recessed area. Then, Lilyf, with her small, round belly protruding, widened her eyes in renewed terror and thrashed her tiny body with frantic intensity. Her legs, propped up in a cross-legged position, kicked wildly, her arms, bound behind her in a reverse prayer position, strained violently. Terrified whimpers escaped her throat, so piercing that they even drowned out Hongyu’s half-dead groans from behind, making them less clear. “You… that place… no! No!!!” She widened her eyes in terror, shaking her head frantically. The anger in her eyes instantly receded, replaced by a soft, pleading look. Tears streamed down her face. One could only wonder if the tears the little sprite shed were salty or sweet~ “Heh~~ Looks like a naive little girl. I’ve trained countless more mature female slaves than you—” “Teaching you to roll your eyes and pant breathlessly is ridiculously easy— You’re begging for mercy now? Heehee, it’s too late~” Compared to the flesh-and-blood slaves meant for the release of desire, Leya displayed a peculiar patience with the petite, doll-like sprite before her. Especially when Lilyf’s timid, beautiful eyes, now brimming with tears, filled with intense fear and pleading, it ignited Leya’s desire to train her. Her hard fingernails remained deeply embedded in Lilyf’s smooth, tender soles, the skilled and steady tickling stimulation continuously working on her tightly curled, desperately twitching white-stockinged feet. The slender, soft-tipped cotton swab playfully pushed aside her bothersome skirt, then traced the waistband of her pantyhose, teasing it open to reveal a gap. It gently slid down beneath her tender buttocks. The soft cotton swab then delved into her private parts, tickling her sensitive inner thighs, and then gently inserted itself into her forced-open little hole. It parted the plump, tender flesh of her cunt, and the cotton swab was pushed deep inside, gently rotating, slowly penetrating… The little sprite’s body instantly stiffened. Her two tender, youthful labia were mercilessly spread apart by the fluffy cotton swab, and then… as if a warm flower bud, it warmly but sluggishly enveloped her completely. It was clear that as the small cotton swab spread open her cunt and slowly entered the little sprite’s tender, youthful vagina, her knees and collar fixed in place, unable to move, Lilyf’s plump, white-stockinged thighs tensed violently. She seemed to gather all her strength, wanting to snap the plastic zip ties that the little bitch had personally put on her. But, lacking exercise, how could the little sprite’s chubby, fleshy thighs have the strength to break the zip ties? It was merely a death throe. Leya could see that as the cotton swab was inserted and twisted, Lilyf’s small body writhed and trembled violently. Her beautiful eyes, filled with fear and despair, like emeralds, uncontrollably rolled upwards. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. Her tensed, white-stockinged thighs spasmed and trembled uncontrollably. She seemed on the verge of losing control at any moment due to the unbearable pain and discomfort, yet… As the little sprite’s struggles intensified, her white pantyhose were slowly pulled down, exposing her tender vulva. Leya gradually saw the little sprite’s anus and urethral opening. Both places, which should have been empty, bore traces of modification—translucent white elastic solids filled Lilyf’s urethra and intestines, slightly stretching open her urethral opening and anus, and then getting stuck there. With the internal muscle movements, they trembled continuously… It was a semi-transparent white solid, shaped like silicone, still solidified, and incredibly tough. They filled the little sprite’s bladder and intestines, stretching open her urethral opening and anus. This was clearly the little bitch’s handiwork. Without the little bitch’s rambling explanation, Leya only now discovered Lilyf’s other appearance hidden beneath her exquisite dress and soft stockings—using unsolidified silicone, she had filled Lilyf’s bladder and intestines, then held the openings with her fingers, waiting for it to completely solidify. The unformed liquid filling her body would solidify, conforming to the contours of her bladder and intestines, taking on its final shape. Then… waiting for the silicone inside her to set, and with the openings far smaller than the diameter of the solid inside her, Lilyf, no matter how hard she tried, could not expel the foreign object from her body. This only resulted in her anus and urethra being slightly stretched open, her lower abdomen distended, and an unresolvable, peculiar situation. Only now did Leya suddenly understand the true meaning behind Lilyf’s anxious and uncomfortable demeanor when she first opened the box. It turned out that what drove the weak-willed little sprite to struggle frantically, making her mistakenly believe that what was inside was Niniya, that mischievous little sprite, was the intense urge to defecate and the tearing pain from the expansion caused by the solidified silicone filling her bladder and intestines. The reason the little sprite struggled so violently in the box was not because she feared darkness or any other psychological reason, but purely physical modification. Now curled up in the loom, unable to move, silently weeping, the little bitch probably didn’t even consider these two sprites as living beings when she processed them earlier.

Outside the iron gate, the little bitch looked proudly at the "artwork" she had created, her dull grey eyes filled with mockery and satisfaction. Though a faint, almost imperceptible apology lurked within them, her desires ultimately triumphed over moral constraints. She proudly swung her arms, now trapped behind her, and asked Reya from inside the cell, "Speaking of which, Reya, what are the names of these two dogs?" "Whimper... Mmmph... Whimper!! Whimper!!" The little bitch's words seemed to have stirred a hornet's nest. The two female dogs within the enclosure lifted their heads high, glaring with hatred at the little bitch in the maid outfit in the hallway outside the door. They let out hysterical whimpers, shaking their heads repeatedly, as if desperately refuting that they were not dogs, but were being forced to dress up like this! They cast longing glances at their former clothes, now displayed on two pale plastic mannequins in the viewing area, and whimpered mournfully, hot tears streaming down their faces, filled with emotion. One tall plastic mannequin wore a low-cut, dark green slip dress, a beige canvas mini-skirt that covered its thighs, a dark brown belt around its waist from which hung a long whip, and knee-high black leather boots. The other plastic mannequin wore a white, form-fitting inner garment, a light blue denim jacket, a light blue pleated mini-skirt of the same length around its waist, a dark brown belt, and light brown cowhide calf boots. The two female dogs lay together, staring blankly at the clothes that once adorned them, now cold and devoid of warmth. Their already red and swollen eyes welled up again, and tears of sorrow poured out, their whimpers becoming more urgent. Angel tightly gripped the iron bars, as if trying to embrace and hold onto the boy through the bars. Loxi, holding Angel's waist, her long hair cascading over her friend's shoulder, stood on her hind legs, almost at eye level with Reya, shaking her head and whimpering mournfully. It seemed she had much to say, but the muzzle prevented her from speaking, leaving her only able to whimper, like a newly bred pet dog. The firm, artificial phallus, its glans oozing thick urine, was now held in Reya's hand, a remnant from Loxi's earlier clumsy attempts. The residual urine on the glans soaked into his palm, flowing slowly along the boy's hand

Soft moans and gasps emanated from the cell. Inside, Miss Cynthia, as pure and innocent as a blank slate, had her once voluminous white gown, complete with a crinoline, stripped away and placed on a specially prepared plastic mannequin nearby. The bodice and corset that had once restricted her breath and cinched her slender waist, Cynthia's integrated undergarment, had also been removed by the little bitch and discarded on the cold floor. She was left with nothing but a pair of panties and sheer white stockings clinging to her legs. Her bare skin was exposed, a stark, almost blinding white in the dim, cold dungeon, like a patch of unmelting snow, so pure it felt out of place. In the center of the cell stood a machine similar to the one used in Gray Eye's training – a raised platform with a continuously moving belt, slightly curved at both ends, and flanked by iron bars to prevent accidental falls. Of course, a fall was impossible. The machine, which the little bitch called a "treadmill," was now in operation. And our protagonist, Miss Cynthia, was placed in the very center of it without question. Perhaps out of pity for the girl's frail physique, the belt's speed was much slower than Gray Eye's, requiring only a brisk walk to maintain balance, unlike Gray Eye's rapid sprint. A long noose descended from the ceiling, its loop tightening around Cynthia's fair, slender, flawless neck. The rope was taut, not only to secure Cynthia and prevent her from losing balance and falling off the treadmill, but also to ensure she kept moving. If her legs relaxed even slightly, her body would be pulled backward by the belt, and the noose around her neck would instantly tighten. She would be unable to breathe, forced to step forward and return to the center of the treadmill to loosen the noose and gasp for air. Her thighs

The cramped cell did not occupy a large space. In the center of the nine square meters, a magnificent, antique-style rosewood dressing table was placed. The heavy dressing table was extremely ornate, with clear reliefs of blooming flowers and tiny sprites visible on its dark red wood grain surface. A red wooden frame, adorned with elf and flower reliefs, held an oval, bright white mirror fixed to the tabletop. Beside the mirror lay a brooch and a ring, nestled together, reflecting the firelight. On the luxurious dressing table sat two or three bottles of cosmetics and perfumes that Rhea didn't recognize at all. A chair, also made of rosewood, was tucked beneath the table, unused. Several drawers were installed beneath the dressing table. Each drawer was tightly locked, with a single key placed on the tabletop. Among the drawers beneath the table, two vibrated slightly, emitting faint "thump-thump" sounds, interspersed with soft "woo-woo" cries for help. Faint sobs and whimpers seemed to be mixed in, as if two living people were locked inside, which was strange. Behind the dressing table, a wide wardrobe was placed against the wall. The wardrobe was also made of flawless rosewood, lacquered on the surface, about 2.5 meters high, 2 meters wide, and approximately 60 centimeters deep. The corners of the tall wardrobe were also decorated with reliefs of woodland sprites and flowers. The two full-length cabinet doors were open, revealing a dark, empty space where clothes should have been hung. With the cabinet doors wide open, Rhea could clearly see a smooth, polished, thick, and long clothes rod made of rosewood, positioned horizontally about 2 meters from the floor within the wardrobe. Three wriggling lumps of flesh were hung on the clothes rod in the center of the wardrobe, like three pieces of clothing, constantly writhing and swaying, emitting high-pitched whimpers one after another, looking excitedly at Rhea standing at the cell door. The three lumps of flesh swayed incessantly, their eyes of different colors wide open, conveying various emotions. They shook their heads continuously, screaming excitedly. Their mouths were gagged, unable to speak, yet they continued to emit low but high-pitched, seductive moans mixed with the sounds of slobbering and retching, along with the alluring "swish-swish" of ropes rubbing against flesh. The clothes rod, fixed in the center of the wardrobe, remained steady regardless of the struggles and swaying of the three beautiful lumps of flesh. At both ends of the clothes rod hung the two female employees who had gone missing from the "Elves and Flowers" tailor shop. Eiko and Hannah, their legs clad in gray stockings, were spread apart behind them. Their crotches were uncovered, their gates wide open, the camel-colored robes doing nothing to conceal their wet, exposed vulvas. Their two strong, full legs, wrapped in thin gray stockings, were splayed behind them, constantly writhing and trembling due to the discomfort from their muscles and ligaments. Beneath the fine, soft, and dense gray stockings, the contours of Eiko and Hannah's slender legs were clearly outlined, flowing with an alluring, misty sheen, constantly rubbing, trembling, and spasming. Their slightly trembling, full thighs were tightly clamped around their waists by the ropes, while their soft, plump calves were pressed firmly against their backs. Their ankles were bound and crossed, the supple ropes digging into their skin through the stockings. Simultaneously, they wore heavy anklets, tethered by short chains to the back of the metal collars locked around their necks. They wore no shoes, their gray-stocking-clad feet twisting, their toes constantly rubbing against their hair, stretching the stockings between their toes due to pain, emitting a soft "swish-swish" sound. Other than that, they could do nothing. Their long legs were clamped tightly around their slender waists. The robes on their chests were brutally torn open, and their two pairs of snow-white breasts were tightly bound by ropes [X_X], engorged like small balloons, pulled out from the gaps. Dark nipples wore sparkling nipple rings, swaying with their struggles. Their legs, splayed backward, clamped the base of their arms. Their arms were forced to their sides, unable to open. Their forearms were brought together, and ropes bound their arms in a "Y" shape. The ropes, pressing through the long sleeves of their robes, dug deeply into the muscles of their forearms. Their bound wrists were connected to the thigh ropes. Their arms were pulled straight, and even the slightest bend would cause the hemp ropes to press against the dildos, pushing the dildos already inserted into their vaginas and anuses even deeper, stretching their already dilated labia and anuses wider and rounder, causing a tearing pain on the surface of their flesh holes, thereby slowing their struggles. Eiko and Hannah's stockings in their crotches were torn, and four "stakes," the thickest part of which was 5 centimeters, were deeply inserted into their labia and anuses, already two-thirds of the way in, with the thickest third exposed and secured by the thigh ropes passing through them. The four "stakes" acted like stoppers, blocking the anuses and vaginas of the two innocent employees, preventing any possible excretion or orgasm. Eiko and Hannah's fingers were wrapped in extremely adhesive resin tape, forming small, wriggling balls. No matter how hard they tried, they could not open their fingers on their own. Hung in the wardrobe, they could only clench their fists, their palms soaked with sweat. The two innocent female employees were made into living flesh vessels, their slender legs and wet crotches constantly swaying, circles of rope wrapped around their bodies, "locking" each joint in its intended position. Unable to move freely, they could only sway like roly-poly toys, their crossed ankles hooked by hooks, hung on either side of the wardrobe's clothes rod, like two lifeless objects, their thoughts and actions completely disconnected. Inside the wardrobe, their taut bodies continuously swayed, emitting helpless moans and cries from their noses and mouths. Their blue and dark red eyes were filled with fear and pleading, staring directly at Rhea, who stood at the door with a mocking expression. They shook their heads incessantly, their brown and dark green hair disheveled, as if they wanted to say something more. However, as expected, no matter how hard they tried, even to the point of tears of grievance and breakdown welling up in their eyes, their mouths, filled with gags, stretched wide open and unable to close, the other end pressed by thick, long dildos against their tongues, inserted deep into their throats, the gaps filled with stockings, swollen with absorbed saliva, their cheeks puffed out, they could not utter a single word, not even a fragment of a recognizable human language. No matter how hard they tried, they could only emit fragmented whimpers, like the cries of some strange beast. Mixed within the indistinct "woo-woo" sounds were dry heaves and coughs from the soft rubber glans rubbing against their throats. The painful cries echoed incessantly in the crowded wardrobe, accentuating the true protagonist of this cell, hanging in the very center of the wardrobe's clothes rack, their eyes wide with terror, struggling, shaking their heads, emitting helpless and mournful cries, tears of fear and despair streaming from their eyes.

The white silk-clad knees pressed tightly against the wolf-girl's slender, strong, and supple waist. The trope of a body with a "copper head and iron bones, but a tofu waist" seemed to perfectly apply to the wolf-girl before her. She thrashed her supple waist and pressed her sexy, silken legs together, writhing fiercely on the soft grass beneath the frenzied wolf-girl. Reya, who was currently covering her mouth with one hand, couldn't reach for ropes to bind her. Instead, she resorted to an otherworldly item she had recently acquired from the merchant girl, easily subduing the frenzied wolf-girl beneath her. With Reya's single-handed manipulation, the cold, tough metal handcuffs were easily slipped onto the girl's wrists. Then, her arms were bent back and brought together behind her. As the handcuffs tightened and locked, the wolf-girl, afflicted by the plague, found her hands, tipped with sharp nails, pressed tightly against her waist and bound. Her struggling hands were thus cuffed behind her. Reya, who had been pressing her body against the wolf-girl, shifted her posture. Her legs pressed firmly against the girl's waist and the base of her thighs. Unhurriedly, as the girl kicked and struggled, she firmly cuffed the girl's bare feet, encased in gray stockings, with two handcuffs. Her legs were then folded into the standard "four-horse-hoof" position, one on each side. Finally, the two handcuffs binding her ankles were stretched to their limit and attached to the chain of the handcuffs binding her wrists. In just over ten seconds, the wolf-girl, who had been struggling fiercely, was transformed into a helpless "meat commodity" in the "four-horse-hoof" position. "Mmmph... mmmph... mmmph! Mmmph!!!" Perhaps considering the wolf-girl's wild nature and exceptionally supple body, Reya tightened the restraints on the girl's limbs without any tenderness or mercy. Her long, supple legs gradually straightened, and her initial violent thrashing subsided into gentle tremors. The wolf-girl's powerfully writhing abdomen also tensed as her limbs were further restrained. Her mouth was still propped open, her tongue pulled out, but her wild body was gradually bound and packaged into a near-perfect "four-horse-hoof" position. Her sexy waist and limbs formed a perfect "O" shape. Even though she had never been exposed to human culture, having grown up with wolves and lived a life of freedom, a hint of pain and vulnerability uncontrollably welled up in the girl's amber, wild eyes. A cry of pain escaped her propped-open mouth, her small tongue spasming. A trace of fear flickered in the wolf-girl's wild eyes. She vigorously shook her bound hands and feet. The chains of the handcuffs rattled with a crisp "clatter," but it was masked by the "rustling" of leaves in the wind, barely noticeable. "Mmmph... mmmph!" The wolf-girl, bound in the "four-horse-hoof" position, still struggled desperately. Her pair of pained eyes glared fiercely at Reya. Her fair arms pulled behind her, and threatening growls emanated from her throat. "Alright, you lowly wild dog. It seems you can finally listen to me properly now." "I advise you not to move around or shout—otherwise, I guarantee I'll kill everyone outside, including that old wolf who's about to die." "You don't want to see that, do you? Hmmph—" Three metal handcuffs firmly bound the wolf-girl's hands and feet, compressing her strong, powerful arms and sturdy, straight legs into an "inverted human" posture, tightly pressed against her supple waist. No matter how comically she struggled, she couldn't loosen the shackles even slightly. All she could do was make the chains collide, producing faint, crisp tinkling sounds. Rey, a small, effeminate figure lounging lazily on the wolf-girl's back, teased her wet little tongue with his slender fingers. As he played with the tip of her tongue, which flicked in her indignant rage, he whispered softly next to her agilely twitching ear. He even playfully extended his tongue and gently licked her small, delicate earlobe, which had turned red with shock and anger. "Of course, if you don't want to talk properly—just tell me—did that woman who injured you just now head towards that cave?" "Nod for yes, shake your head for no—it's a simple multiple-choice question, you should be able to do it, right? Cute little puppy~" "Mmmph mmmph... Mmmph! Mmmph... Mmmph!!!" Upon hearing Reya's words, the wolf-girl's wild eyes, wide open with her mouth propped open and tongue held, seemed to turn bloodshot. She nodded vigorously, her messy black hair rustling. Her tightly bound hands and feet also tugged and shook desperately. Hoarse, angry whimpers emanated from her throat, her eyes wide and red, brewing an unresolvable, intense rage.

Her snow-white, perky ass, almost bared, hung in the air. With the mother beast's frantic struggles and resistance, her enticing buttocks quivered and slapped together before Leya, creating a tempestuous wave of flesh. A burning lust surged uncontrollably in his lower belly, his relaxed cock involuntarily hardening. After cursing the naked beauty before him as a succubus, Leya, having bound her hands, didn't hesitate. He delivered a resounding slap to Olivia's high-arched, beautiful ass, the crisp crack echoing amidst her alluring whimpers. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" As expected, with Leya's humiliating words and the slap of his slender palm against her full buttocks, Olivia's mouth, stuffed with stockings, let out a muffled shriek. This was followed by a series of indistinct, humiliated, and agitated whimpers, clearly a protest against her status as a sex slave, clinging to her former noble identity. "Mmm! Mmm! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Olivia shook her head violently, her grey hair whipping against Leya's face, cool and surprisingly painful. "I've only stuffed a pair of stockings in your mouth~~ I really should let you see how many of your precious daughter's undergarments I've crammed in there to seal her mouth shut, so she can't make a sound~" "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Even with her mouth gagged, Olivia's whimpers remained quite noisy. She continued to make sounds, a back-and-forth with Leya, though it was impossible to tell what she was saying. "Mmm! Mmm!" "Restless mother beast—fine~~ This trip is merely to fulfill your request, to take you to see your pathetic daughter~" "Since I promised you, I won't go back on my word. I'll turn you into a lowly, yowling whore right now—" "However~~ I won't make it easy for you either—" The exquisite sensation of her firm, elastic, perky ass brought Leya immense pleasure. He unconsciously rubbed his fingers, playfully savoring the thrilling, enticing touch. Bathed in the sounds of Olivia's excited whimpers, her mouth stuffed with stockings, and the rustling of her bound arms struggling and rubbing against each other, Leya, unable to contain his desire any longer, bent down again, bringing her smooth, rubbing legs together. Supple ropes passed between her snow-white, full thighs, crisscrossing to firmly bind Olivia's ample legs from the root. The aesthetically pleasing rope knots of the handcuffs passed through the gap between her thighs, digging deeply into her plump flesh. This forced her legs together uncontrollably. No matter how much her smooth, white calves rubbed and writhed against each other, they couldn't loosen Leya's leg-binding ropes. Compared to her agile and well-trained daughter, Olivia's soft, full thighs felt incredibly yielding, almost slightly puffy and buoyant. As the supple ropes tightened and wrapped around her half-bare, fair thighs, it was as if they were sinking into a dense swamp. The taut ropes slid smoothly into the madam's fair thighs, her tender skin indenting deeply, while the skin on either side bulged. The woman's body jolted as if electrocuted, and she let out a terrified whimper. Her full, rounded calves shot up, and though her slumped body tried to stand again, it was too late—her thighs were pressed tightly together, unevenly. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't separate them. Of course, Olivia, being afraid of pain, wouldn't struggle too hard. After all, unlike her daughter, the pain from the ropes chafing against her skin was enough for this pampered beast to endure. Having been pampered for so long, she had long forgotten what pain and humiliation felt like. Simply "decorating" the woman before him, silencing her screaming mouth, binding her struggling arms behind her, and locking her restless legs together, she was completely transformed from a pampered, noble matriarch into a lowly, silver-haired sex beast. However, faced with the incredibly delectable, nakedly seductive beauty of the madam before him, the little sissy, already overcome with thirst, didn't rush to pounce and greedily devour the snow-white flesh.

"My, my~~ To hear such a seductive and tender cry from your lips, Elder Sister Ash-Eyes, is truly a peculiar experience—" "It truly disappoints me—where has Elder Sister Ash-Eyes, the one I first captured, the one as untamed as a rabid bitch... gone?" "Mhm~~ *Chuckle*—" A crisp, teasing laugh was transmitted to Ash-Eyes, whose crystalline ears were already flushed crimson. Her hot breaths stirred a wisp of warm air, gently caressing her sensitive earlobes. Feeling the tickle from the fluffy dog tail thumping against her small chest, as if dissatisfied with playing with a dead dog, the young boy straightened his back. He continued to thrust his stiff, fleshy cock deeper into Ash-Eyes' honeyed cunt. He then reached out and firmly grasped the base of her fluffy tail. With his soft, small hands, he gently caressed her full abdomen. Suddenly, he squeezed hard, his fingers sinking deep into her rounded belly. As he did, the thick, viscous lubricant that already filled her intestines and abdomen gurgled and churned violently within her poor, ravaged bowels. "Ughh... Mmm... Ughh... *Gag*... Ugh... Ugh...!" Her four limbs restlessly and anxiously stomped on the treadmill belt. Reya's palms sank deeper into Ash-Eyes' abdomen. The pitiful Ash-furred bitch, her fair neck adorned with a collar of shame, her throat rolling, let out continuous, pained growls. Ash-Eyes, of course, could not speak, nor could she answer Reya's questions. Her slender jade hands slowly squeezed her rounded belly, and muffled screams escaped Ash-Eyes' mouth. Her silver eyes widened first, then rolled back uncontrollably. Her throat emitted a series of "growls" as her folded hind legs writhed, her taut anus aching as if about to split. Her once soul-stirring, dangerously proud long legs, now encased in the soft cotton stockings of her maid uniform, every curve distinct and alluring, every imperfection perfectly concealed, were now cruelly folded and bound. For months, they had not been straightened, her calves pressed tightly against her thighs, leaving no gap, her white stockings soaked with sweat. Ash-Eyes should have grown accustomed to this life by now. Months of training, though they hadn't made the proud woman accept her reality as a bitch, had made her incredibly familiar with the posture of moving on all fours. It was as if her current four "legs" had always been with her. She should have stopped struggling and become accustomed to it. But as Reya's hand slowly sank into her rounded belly, and muffled groans of pain emerged, the boy saw that alluring muscle lines reappeared along the woman's buttocks. Those lines stretched from her slender hips, across her thighs wrapped in dense stockings, and disappeared into the tightened leather leg restraints. Then, as the bitch's four limbs restlessly lifted and stomped anxiously, he saw the leather straps on the dog's leg restraints gradually tighten, emitting a grating "creak." The "rustle" of silk stockings rubbing against her calves and thighs sounded out. Ash-Eyes uncontrollably began to struggle, attempting to straighten her beautiful legs again, completely forgetting the lessons of the past few months. The result, naturally, was futile~ The bitch beneath him writhed in pain, her four "legs" twisting restlessly, her throat emitting hoarse whimpers. Thick semen oozed from the corners of her mouth along with her trembling voice. The pent-up pressure pressed against the end of her intestines. The massive [X_X] that was already stuck in her anus was now being pushed further outwards. Her already taut anus, stretched to a diameter of several centimeters, was further forced open. The heart-wrenching pain made even her screams tremble. "Ughh, ughh! Ughh! Ughh!!!" As Reya's hand pressed deeper, Ash-Eyes' vagina clenched tighter. Her throat emitted a near-shattering scream, her anus splitting further. Her fixed head trembled violently from side to side, as if trying to shake its head, but the rubber phallus inserted through her mouth held it firmly in place, rendering her immobile. She screamed ecstatically, but because her urethra was sealed, not a single drop of urine could escape. Her anus was dry, and no matter how much pressure was applied, no liquid could be seen seeping from its taut edges. Her beautiful eyes gradually showed only the whites, tears streaming down her cheeks in large drops. Ash-Eyes struggled violently, her four limbs twisting desperately, muscle lines bursting forth, but she could not break free from the restraints no matter what. Her arms were folded, her legs folded. The former teacher had now become the bitch beneath him. "Ughh... Ugh! Ughh!!!"

But in the next second... The woman's binding technique this time was even more advanced than the previous European-style straight arm. The familiar restraint posture, known as the "Rear-Hand Guanyin," was applied to the boy's arms. His ligaments stretched taut, and the tearing pain in his muscles made the already weakened him let out a series of screams. The folded white-stockinged arms twitched slightly, seemingly trying to break free from the "neatly" folded "storage" state. "Mmph... Huh!? Stinking, stinking bitch!? You... What are you doing...!? Let... Let go of my hands! You... You bitch, you... You stop it!" A hoarse growl suddenly erupted, like a tender young beast cornered. Ignoring the meaningless shouts from Leya's mouth, the woman forcefully straightened the boy's two writhing, struggling arms. The surging, immense strength seemed as if it would tear the pseudo-girl's slender arms apart. The slightly bent arms were pulled as straight as bamboo poles, and then, like folding a quilt, they were folded inward and brought together. The forearms were bent inward, the two forearms fitting together seamlessly, and the upper and lower arms seemed completely welded together. The woman's binding technique this time was even more advanced than the previous European-style straight arm. The familiar restraint posture, known as the "Rear-Hand Guanyin," was applied to the boy's arms. His ligaments stretched taut, and the tearing pain in his muscles made the already weakened him let out a series of screams. The folded white-stockinged arms twitched slightly, intense pain radiating from the forcibly "stored," neatly folded arms. Every slightest struggle felt like the bones in his arms were about to break. Leya struggled involuntarily, her slender fingers contorting like eagle claws... The neatly folded arms continued to twitch, appearing as if they could "burst" from their tightly sealed state at any moment. At this precise moment, three pairs of metal rings were embedded into her arm joints – at her wrists, elbows, and even the middle of her forearms. The metal rings, inscribed with runes, sank deep into the muscles wrapped in white stockings. What had seemed on the verge of falling apart instantly became perfectly secure, as if welded in place. The "stored" arms could no longer stir any trouble. "Hiss! You... You goddamn lowly bitch... Ah, it hurts, it hurts... My wrists... My arms are about to break—" "Let go... You slut, let go of me!" "Ahhhhhh!!! Hiss— You... Are you deaf, you bird-brain?! I told you to let go... Didn't you hear me?!" "You'll miss being able to do bad things with these hands of yours~" Ignoring the boy's screams, or rather, the boy's screams only excited her further. The woman's previously indifferent expression gradually revealed a rare hint of interest. Like a hunter playing with its prey, the woman's cold words, laced with a hint of mockery, pierced the boy's ears. The searing pain in her arms had not yet subsided, but soon the little pseudo-girl had no time to dwell on it. Lying on the ground, desperately shaking her arms in an attempt to break free from the ring's restraint, the little boy suddenly felt unable to move. His aching arms were grabbed by a cold, smooth, slender palm at the wrist, and he was abruptly pulled upwards! Intense pain surged. The white-stockinged arms, meticulously folded and tightly secured, felt as if they were being torn in half at that moment. She could even hear the grinding sound of bones, and all her muscles and ligaments groaned in agony. The white-stockinged wrists, which twitched slightly but could not be opened no matter how hard she tried, were forcibly pulled up to Leya's neck. The magnetic clasp of the silver-white metal ring on her wrist was precisely aligned with the reserved groove on the back of the magic-nullifying collar around her neck. "Swoosh~" The dim lightning crystal flashed. With a crisp "snap," the boy's wrist was firmly sucked onto the back of the collar around his own neck. After that, no matter how hard Leya struggled, her arms, which had once buried countless living women and were now in excruciating pain, could only be held high, unable to separate even an inch. A continuous stream of tearing pain and throbbing ache emanated from her ligaments and muscles. The bent and folded arms were completely beyond the range of motion for normal human joints. Even the little pseudo-girl, skilled in extraordinary rope techniques, had only a handful of the numerous female flesh slaves in the dungeon who had the honor of having her personally bind their arms behind them, thus forming the Rear-Hand Guanyin restraint that caused them unbearable pain and eternal imprisonment in the dungeon... At this moment, in the dim room, the alien beauty's hoarse voice, filled with indifference and bloodlust, slowly entered the little pseudo-girl's trembling ears. The indifferent attitude and tone, treating her as lowly prey, almost drove her, whose self-esteem had inflated to its peak when facing women, into a frenzy. Her eyes turned red, and under the dual stimulation of pain and humiliation, even though her wolf transformation ability was restrained, her pure white teeth couldn't help but bare in a roar, her sharp fangs now angrily wanting to bite off and tear the black-stockinged beauty's throat, washing away her current humiliation and torment with her blood. However, before her head could even turn, as she struggled to get up with her legs clad in boots and white stockings, the tearing pain in her wrists and arms caused her pupils to contract violently, her mouth opening uncontrollably to its widest. Then, what were originally intended to be hoarse roars and vulgar curses turned into piercing, agonizing screams. "Ahhhhhhh!!!!!" "Bitch!!!贱.人!!! Damned bird-brain!!! What did you do!!!" "Ahhhhhh!!!" "Let go— It's broken, it's broken!! My arms are breaking!! Don't you have ears, you slut?!" "Let go of me— Let go!!!! You lowly bird-brain!!!" The symmetrical, slender arms were brought together, hanging upside down behind her, desperately rubbing and trembling. Only the sharp elbows could still move slightly, and the slender, fair fingers, like blooming chrysanthemums, stretched, bent, and trembled spasmodically. "Already giving up? I thought you were tougher."

The grey t-shirt was lifted to her collarbone, the roots of her two pale breasts constricted by a breast clamp. Nipple rings pierced her nipples, suspending weights that stretched them long. Her mouth was forced open by a gag, her tongue pierced and pulled out of her oral cavity. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold, and two vibrating dildos, emitting a "humming" sound, were inserted into her anus and vagina. Her arms were fixed behind her in a "back-tie" position. Her elbows were bound to her wriggling grey-stockinged ankles, and her wrists were firmly tied to the base of her constantly twitching, spasming grey tail. She writhed and struggled, emitting pained whimpers. The weights hanging from her chest swayed back and forth, flinging her full little breasts back and forth, making them appear thin and long. Drips of urine mixed with who knew what, be it vaginal fluids or something else, "pattered" onto the dirty floor. Maya's voice, laced with a smile, came from behind as she slowly untied Reya's bound arms. "I didn't expect there to be so many interesting things in another world." "When you weren't here earlier, I had a good 'lesson' with your cute little friend. Heh heh, I must say, she taught me quite a few new tricks." "It seems that those chosen by our Lord have their own reasons for being chosen~" "Mmmph... mmmph... Nnnn!!! Mmmph!!" From the entrance of the dungeon, step by slow step to the depths of this empty corridor of cells, this distance had increased exponentially compared to when the dungeon was first built, as the little twink's collection of female slaves and meat expanded— Because of this, the little twink, utterly humiliated, being dangled in the air like a meat toy, swaying with the light and gentle movements of the black-stockinged nun Maya, felt an unbearable ache and torment in every inch of her skin and muscle—especially her arms and legs, which had been tightly bound by ropes, digging deep into her skin and flesh, felt as if they were about to break, causing her unbearable pain. By the time they reached the cell, her arms and legs felt so swollen and numb, as if they had died, causing her to emit muffled, pained whimpers. These whimpers, until her tired and pained gaze swept across and stared in shock and rage at the opposite cell, at the pitiful and seductive posture of the little bitch, the pupils of her silver eyes contracted violently, her cherry lips, stuffed with a sponge and clamped by a gag, finally let out a hysterical, mad roar. Her gradually reddening eyes, due to the little bitch's pained and mournful cries, glared venomously at the tall, mature black-stockinged nun before her. Her pearly white teeth gnawed fiercely at the hard gag in her mouth. Perhaps it was the subtle influence of the wolf transformation bestowed by capturing the wolf mother, but the little twink's sharp canines beneath her lips, which gnawed and ground the gag, had become exceptionally sharp. The surface of the hard gag clearly showed deep teeth marks from her frantic and angry gnawing… However, it was a pity that even with sharp teeth, the little twink, with her hands and feet tightly bound and humiliatingly suspended by chains, posed no threat to the mature black-stockinged nun before her… With her erect penis, she was truly like a piece of pork hanging up, her small body writhing and twisting her legs unable to exert any strength—even when the flexible ropes and hard shackles binding her arms were removed, and she eagerly wanted to struggle and resist, the black-stockinged nun easily grasped her wrists. Despite struggling like a puppy, she still couldn't break free from her hands, only letting out fierce, angry roars and whimpers in a show of bravado to drive away the lewd nun behind her. "Mmmph mmmph!!! Mmmph nnnn!!! Roar! Hrrroooar!!" "Mmmph mmmph!!! Mmmph gu mmmph nnnn!!! (Let go... let go of me!! You slut... you whore!! Let me go!! Let the little bitch go!!)" "Mmmph—Nnngh?!! Mmmph mmmph!!! Mmmph nnnn!!! (It hurts!! You!! Bitch... you lowly bitch!! Didn't you hear me!! Let her go!)" Reya's struggles were naturally futile. Exhausted and drained of all strength after being tormented by Hayabusa for who knew how long, even with her hands freed, her meager resistance was easily neutralized by the nun's gentle methods. Her powerless arms were brushed upward, her arms pressing against the soft bend of her legs, her knees, wrapped in thin white stockings, wriggling and struggling from the pain of her ligaments tightening; her forearms were folded inward, crossed and pressing against her "maiden's" high-arched ankles. Rough hemp rope skillfully threaded through Reya's wrists, elbows, mid-forearms, and even her left and right ankles. The rope skillfully weaved between the little twink's fair, soft skin, and in a short while, it densely yet meticulously wrapped around every wriggling, struggling joint between her hands and ankles. Then came a muffled scream.