Battle Through the Heavens SM Fiction (Part 1: Beginning at Yun Lan)

"Yun Yun! What are you doing!" Xiao Yan shouted abruptly upon seeing Yun Yun's actions. "I don't know how to erase the anger in your heart. All I can offer is myself. If that's still not enough for you, then I..." "Enough! Yun Yun!" Before Yun Yun could finish, Xiao Yan roared, grabbing her hands as she tried to unbutton her clothes. "What do you take me, Xiao Yan, for? What do you take yourself for? Do you think I let the Yun Lan Sect go just for your compensation? Do you think I came to find you today just for your compensation?" "I'm sorry, Xiao Yan. I know I owe you too much. All I can do is try my best to compensate you. I dare not hope for anything else." Facing Xiao Yan's anger, Yun Yun still lowered her head and said meekly. "Good, good!" Xiao Yan laughed in anger, veins bulging on his forehead. He grabbed Yun Yun's collar and roughly threw her onto the bed. "I want to see how you're going to compensate me!" Xiao Yan was truly infuriated by Yun Yun's behavior. He rushed forward and pinned her onto the bed, determined to teach this foolish woman a lesson. Seeing Yun Yun obediently lying on the bed with no intention of resisting, Xiao Yan became even more enraged. He flicked his storage ring and pulled out a bundle of rope. The rope glowed faintly, looking quite eerie. He then grabbed Yun Yun's arms and roughly twisted them behind her back. "Ah, it hurts." Perhaps Xiao Yan used too much force, and Yun Yun cried out in pain. "Shut up!" Xiao Yan ignored Yun Yun's delicate cries and tightly bound her wrists and even her slender forearms behind her. The moment the rope wrapped around her arms, Yun Yun felt the circulation of her Dou Qi instantly stagnate. "This is a special rope made from the skin of a high-level demonic beast. Different ropes can seal different levels of individuals. This one in my hand can seal the Dou Qi of a peak Dou Huang expert. You won't be able to break free even with your Dou Qi." Xiao Yan seemed to have guessed Yun Yun's confusion and explained. Indeed, Yun Yun tried to cut the rope with wind blades but found herself unable to condense any Dou Qi. After tying Yun Yun's hands, Xiao Yan dragged her further onto the bed, positioning her upper body on the mattress. Her long, slender legs dangled off the bed, her lower abdomen pressing against the edge of the bed. Her full, perky buttocks were slightly raised. Xiao Yan raised his hand and, with a "slap," fiercely struck Yun Yun's tender buttocks. "Mmm!" A burning pain shot through her buttocks, but Yun Yun gritted her teeth, only letting out a slight groan. Since childhood, even her teacher, Yun Shan, had never spanked her like this. Although Yun Yun had already resolved to accept whatever Xiao Yan did to compensate him, a sense of humiliation involuntarily arose within her. However, what Yun Yun found strange was that besides the pain, she also faintly felt another peculiar sensation when Xiao Yan spanked her. "Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" Xiao Yan swung his large palm, delivering several more fierce slaps to Yun Yun's buttocks. Even though Yun Yun tried to endure it, she couldn't withstand the intense pain. Her groans grew louder, and her delicate body couldn't help but writhe and struggle. "Yun Yun! Say you love me!" Xiao Yan delivered another slap to Yun Yun's tender buttocks. "Say it quickly!" "I, I'm sorry, Xiao Yan," Yun Yun choked out, biting her red lips. "I, I don't deserve it." "Whether you deserve it or not is not for you to decide! If I say you deserve it, then you deserve it!" Xiao Yan's eyes were red as he slapped Yun Yun's buttocks again. "Say it, say you love me!" "..." Yun Yun didn't reply, only closing her beautiful eyes. Tears rolled down her exquisite cheeks. "Hmph." Seeing Yun Yun's reaction, Xiao Yan snorted coldly. He suddenly flipped Yun Yun over, making her lie on the bed. "Ah!" Her buttocks, already red and swollen from the spanking, hit the bed, causing Yun Yun to cry out in pain. Xiao Yan seemed not to hear her. He grabbed Yun Yun's legs and spread them apart, revealing the triangular area beneath her nightgown that had made countless men fantasize. "Is it finally... going to begin? Very well, I'll be content if I can compensate you like this, little one." Guessing her fate, Yun Yun offered no resistance. She closed her beautiful eyes, quietly awaiting what was to come. However, after waiting for a long time, the expected did not happen. Yun Yun opened her eyes and found Xiao Yan standing quietly by the bed, looking at her with a look of desolation. After a moment, he sighed and shook his head. Then, he suddenly flipped her over again and began to untie the ropes on her wrists and forearms. "Xiao Yan, what are you..." Yun Yun asked curiously. "Since you're unwilling, I won't force you." After untying the ropes, Xiao Yan put them back into his storage ring. "No, no, Xiao Yan, I'm willing, I'm willing to give myself to you." Yun Yun heard the loneliness in Xiao Yan's voice and quickly grabbed his arm. "Keep it up, little ones, just one more lap and we're done," Xiao Yan said cheerfully, pacing the room. In his hands, he held two chains, each connected to a collar, which were fastened around the necks of two naked beauties: Yun Yun and Nalan Yanran, whom Xiao Yan had recently taken as his slave girls. The master and disciple pair were in a sorry state. Both were tightly bound by ropes, their arms twisted behind their backs. Their legs were also bound from the upper thighs to their ankles, making even a single step a struggle. Yet, Xiao Yan was now pulling them forward by their neck collars, forcing them to hop forward with their feet together, inching along with great difficulty. To make matters worse, they were fitted with gags and blindfolds, obscuring their vision and making it hard to maintain balance. Each hop was precarious, threatening to send them tumbling. They had already hopped around the room five times in this manner, and Xiao Yan showed no sign of pity. The two women could only let out muffled groans and strain their delicate, bare feet to keep hopping forward. Xiao Yan, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying their disheveled yet sexy appearance. Their fully exposed breasts bounced with each hop, incredibly elastic and alluring. Their fair, smooth skin was beaded with sweat from the exertion, making them even more enticing. After finally completing six laps around the room, Xiao Yan clearly wasn't finished. He brought over a large rack, untied their leg bindings, and made them kneel facing each other on it. He then secured their calves to the rack with leather straps. With another rope, he tied the cords around their chests and pulled them taut, forcing the women to bend forward from their kneeling position. Since they were facing each other, their heads bumped together. Xiao Yan then removed their gags and blindfolds. As Yun Yun and Yanran wondered what Xiao Yan would do next, he produced a large, phallic object. "This," he explained, "is a 'double-headed gag.' It's also for blocking the mouth. As the name suggests, you two will have to hold it together." The women gasped. Holding the same gag together meant their mouths would likely touch. This was something they had never even considered. But Xiao Yan wouldn't give them a chance to refuse. He pried open Yun Yun's mouth and roughly inserted one end of the gag. He then did the same for Yanran, shoving the other end into her mouth. Finally, he pushed their heads together. Now, Yun Yun and Yanran were gagged, their lips pressed together, holding the same object. Combined with their current posture, it looked as if they were kneeling and kissing each other on the rack. "Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph," the women moaned indistinctly. They were clearly uncomfortable with this position and the way their mouths were blocked. However, Xiao Yan's next words sent a chill down their spines. "You two will spend the night like this." What? Spend the night like this? Kneeling and "kissing" each other on the rack, maintaining this humiliating and uncomfortable position for an entire night? The women were naturally unwilling, protesting with muffled sounds, but what could they do? Xiao Yan used more ropes to further secure their other body parts to the rack. Thus, the two naked beauties were completely fixed to the rack in this mutually kneeling posture. Xiao Yan walked around them several times with evident satisfaction, as if admiring a piece of art. He caressed their protruding buttocks and tickled the soles of their upturned feet. Under his teasing, the women writhed and moaned. "Oh, little Yun'er is wet again." After a while, Xiao Yan noticed a significant amount of clear liquid flowing from between Yun Yun's legs, dripping slowly to the floor, leaving a glistening trail in the air. He reached in and gently played with the slick, moist flesh, causing Yun Yun's body to tremble violently as if electrocuted. Having teased them enough, Xiao Yan sat on the bed. It was late, and he intended to sleep. But before that, he had something important to do. He felt his soul power was on the verge of a breakthrough. He sat on the bed, meditated, and quickly adjusted his mindset, ignoring the muffled sounds from beside him, and entered a state of cultivation. After some time, Xiao Yan's soul power indeed broke through, reaching a new level. "Excellent! My strength has increased again." Xiao Yan contentedly felt his enhanced soul power. He then looked at the storage ring on his hand. "Since my soul power has strengthened, I should be able to unlock more areas in Teacher's storage ring. Let's see what other treasures you have, Teacher." A wisp of Xiao Yan's soul power entered Yao Lao's storage ring, exploring it carefully. The space within the ring was divided into numerous small rooms. Indeed, with his soul power breakthrough, more rooms opened up to him. He searched them one by one, discovering more cultivation techniques, combat skills, and rare treasures. However, when he entered another small room, he was startled by what he found inside. "This... this is!" Xiao Yan stared in surprise at the items before him: ropes, shackles, chains, foot fetters, torture racks, torture beds, and various strangely shaped instruments. Xiao Yan naturally recognized them as specialized BDSM equipment. He had never imagined that the Dou Qi Continent would have a BDSM culture and tools; he had always thought it was a product of Earth. Even more surprisingly, these items were found in Yao Lao's storage ring. Could Yao Lao also be... "Hahaha, I never expected it! So, Teacher, you're also a kindred spirit! No wonder you're so outwardly reserved. " Xiao Yan laughed heartily, having figured it out. "Teacher, you're really unfair, not telling me anything. You must have known about my inclinations for a long time. Truly, too unkind." Despite his complaints, Xiao Yan was thrilled to have discovered this "treasure trove" left by Yao Lao. He eagerly began to browse through it, looking for anything useful. When Cai Lin regained consciousness, she felt herself lying on a bed, her head still groggy and aching. She tried to sit up and rub her head, but found it unusually difficult to get up. More importantly, her hands wouldn't move at all. Only when Cai Lin was fully awake did she realize she was tightly bound by ropes. As soon as she tried to cry out, only a muffled "woo woo" sound escaped her lips; her mouth had been gagged by something. "It must be Xiao Yan! That despicable scoundrel, he must have ambushed and knocked me out before tying me up! Shameless! Vulgar! Just you wait until I break free, I'll make you pay!" Cai Lin cursed furiously in her mind after understanding her situation. She then began to carefully examine her bindings, trying to find a way to break free. Her jade arms were tied tightly behind her back and pressed together, leaving no room for even the slightest movement. Looking further down, Cai Lin breathed a slight sigh of relief. Fortunately, her clothes were still on, and there were no signs of them having been tampered with. However, she couldn't shake the feeling that her breasts seemed to have grown larger, even though they were already quite ample. Looking closer, Cai Lin's pretty face couldn't help but flush slightly. It turned out that the ropes had dug deeply into her flesh, into her cleavage, binding her large breasts tightly from the root. This naturally made her proud peaks appear even more prominent, and she felt as though the fabric on her chest could no longer contain her breasts, which were about to burst free. "Xiao Yan, you... pervert! Lecher! Disgusting!" Seeing her delicate body bound in such a hot and alluring pose, even the experienced Cai Lin felt a surge of shame and anger. She cursed Xiao Yan even more fiercely, vowing to teach him a lesson. Looking down at her legs, she saw that beneath the hem of her purple brocade robe, her slender legs, clad in purple stockings, were bound by ropes like bamboo segments, from the top of her thighs to her ankles, in several sections. They were tied so snugly that not an inch of movement was possible. Her high heels seemed to have been removed by Xiao Yan, leaving her beautiful feet exposed. "This little lecher, he's quite skilled at tying people up. He must have learned it practicing with Yun Yun and those two vixen-like women, right?" Looking at her body, which was tightly bound yet the dense ropes weren't messy but rather arranged with a sense of aesthetic beauty, even Cai Lin couldn't help but marvel inwardly. However, after her admiration, she scoffed, "I bet that little lecher and those vixens usually play these vulgar games. Hmph, I'm not like those vixens, and I won't play these perverted games with you. You think these tricks can bind me? Little lecher, did you forget I'm a Dou Zong?" Immediately, Cai Lin circulated her Dou Qi, preparing to break free from the ropes, but... "What's going on? I can't circulate my Dou Qi?" A moment later, Cai Lin discovered that her Dou Qi seemed to have vanished. She couldn't muster even a trace of it. Cai Lin panicked slightly and tried a few more times, but it was still the same. The Dou Qi in her body felt like a stagnant pool, unable to create even the slightest ripple no matter how she circulated it. "Could it be... these ropes? Do these ropes have the effect of sealing Dou Qi?" After a brief moment of panic, Cai Lin quickly understood what was happening and focused her attention on the ropes binding her. "Indeed, these are not ordinary ropes. They can seal a Dou Zong like me. What kind of treasure is this? I don't recall that little lecher having anything like this." However, her initial failure did not dishearten Cai Lin, as she still had other options. "Since Dou Qi won't work, I'll just use brute force. I'm not like you fragile humans. I don't believe these ropes can't be broken." Cai Lin was right. As a peak seventh-tier magical beast, she not only possessed the strength of a Dou Zong but also a physical power far exceeding that of humans. Even without Dou Qi, she could lift rocks several times her own weight with sheer strength. Even Xiao Yan, who trained his body year-round, would be inferior to Cai Lin in this regard. This was also why humans of the same rank often suffered disadvantages when fighting magical beasts. Without hesitation, Cai Lin tensed all the muscles in her body, gathered all her strength, and prepared to snap the ropes. However... Undoubtedly, Cai Lin failed again. This was not surprising, as the ropes Xiao Yan used to bind Cai Lin were made from the hide of a peak eighth-tier magical beast. How could Cai Lin, with the strength of a seventh-grade magical beast, possibly break them? "Damn it, what are these ropes made of? Why are they so strange!" Seeing that brute force was also ineffective, Cai Lin finally panicked. "Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan! You little lecher, have you been harboring ill intentions towards me for a long time? That's why you prepared these things! You had this planned all along!" Despite her curses, Cai Lin didn't want to just sit and wait for death. She began to look around the room, searching for anything that might help her escape. It was then that Cai Lin started to observe her surroundings. It was a room decorated quite warmly and not small. She was lying on a very large bed. Besides the bed, there was a table and some shelves. After surveying the room, Cai Lin did indeed find something useful: a vase on the table. "If I break it and use the shards to cut the ropes, will it work?" Cai Lin thought to herself and began to act. However, reaching the vase was not easy, as the vase was located at almost opposite corners of the room from Cai Lin's position, not a short distance away. She first had to get off the bed, then hop to the table, and then reach for the vase. What would normally be a trivial matter was exceptionally difficult for Cai Lin at this moment. Bound all over, even moving her body was a struggle. After a great deal of effort, she managed to get off the bed and stand on the ground. She then hopped towards the table bit by bit, having to constantly maintain her balance along the way, as falling to the ground would make it even harder to stand up again. Finally reaching the table, Cai Lin laboriously sat on it. Then, she extended her slender and beautiful stocking-clad feet and used her toes to try and reach the vase on the table. The vase was placed far back on the table, making it difficult to reach. Fortunately, Cai Lin's legs were long enough. With the constant nudging of her stocking-clad feet, the vase finally fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. Cai Lin quickly hopped to the ground, picked up a shard, and began to cut the ropes. However, her last shred of hope was soon extinguished. No matter how hard Cai Lin tried to cut, the ropes remained unmoved. At this point, Cai Lin was truly starting to despair. Blindfolded and unable to see the path ahead, the two women struggled to maintain their balance, stumbling with every hop. Yet, they had already hopped around the room five times in this state, and Xiao Yan showed no signs of pity. All they could do was let out muffled whimpers and hop forward on their tender, bare feet. Xiao Yan, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying the sight of their disheveled yet sexy appearance. Especially their fully exposed breasts, which bounced rhythmically with each hop, incredibly elastic. Their fair, delicate bodies were slick with sweat from the strenuous activity, making them even more alluring. After finally completing six laps around the room, Xiao Yan clearly wasn't done playing. He brought over a large frame, unbound their legs, and made them kneel facing each other on it. Then, using the straps on the frame, he secured their calves. With another rope, he tied the cords around their chests and pulled hard downwards. This forced them to maintain a kneeling position while bending over. Since they were kneeling face-to-face, their heads were pushed together. Xiao Yan then removed their gags and blindfolds. As Yun Yun and Yan Ran wondered what Xiao Yan was planning next, he pulled out a large, rod-like object and explained, "This is a 'double-headed gag.' It's also for blocking your mouths. As the name suggests, you two will have to hold it together." Upon hearing this, the two women were shocked. Holding the same gag together meant their mouths would likely touch. This was something they had never even considered. However, Xiao Yan wouldn't give them a chance to refuse. He pried open Yun Yun's mouth and roughly inserted one end of the gag, then did the same for Yan Ran. He then pushed their heads together. In this manner, Yan Ran and Yun Yun were forced to hold the same gag, their lips touching as their mouths were blocked. Combined with their current posture, it looked as if they were kneeling and kissing each other on the frame. "Mmmph, mmmph," the two women let out muffled groans, clearly uncomfortable with the position and the way their mouths were gagged. However, Xiao Yan's next words sent a chill down their spines, "You two will spend the night like this." What? Spend the night like this? Kneeling and "kissing" each other on the frame, maintaining this humiliating and uncomfortable posture for an entire night? The two women were naturally unwilling and protested with muffled whimpers, but what could they do? Xiao Yan used more ropes to further secure their other body parts to the frame. Thus, two completely naked beauties were completely fixed to the frame in this kneeling, kissing posture. Xiao Yan walked around them with satisfaction, as if admiring a piece of art he had created. He caressed their perky buttocks and tickled the soles of their upturned feet. Under his teasing, the two women writhed and let out "mmph" sounds. "Oh, Little Yun'er is wet again." After a bit of teasing, Xiao Yan noticed a considerable amount of clear liquid flowing from between Yun Yun's legs, dripping slowly to the floor, creating a shimmering silver thread in the air. Xiao Yan reached in and played with the wet cleft, causing Yun Yun's body to tremble violently as if electrocuted. After teasing them enough, Xiao Yan sat on the bed. It was late, and he planned to retire. However, before that, Xiao Yan had something important to do. He felt his soul power was on the verge of a breakthrough. He sat cross-legged on the bed, quickly adjusted his mindset, and ignored the muffled sounds from beside him, entering a state of cultivation. After some time, Xiao Yan's soul power indeed broke through, reaching a new level. "Excellent, my strength has increased again." Xiao Yan contentedly felt his strengthened soul power. He then looked at the storage ring on his hand. "Since my soul power has strengthened, I should be able to unlock more areas in Teacher's storage ring. Let's see what other treasures you have, Teacher." A wisp of Xiao Yan's soul power entered Yao Lao's storage ring, exploring it carefully. The space within the ring was divided into many small rooms. Indeed, after his soul power broke through, more rooms opened up to him. He searched them one by one and discovered more cultivation techniques, combat skills, and rare treasures. When he entered another small room, he was startled by what he saw. "This... this is!" Xiao Yan looked at the items placed before him with great surprise: ropes, shackles, chains, foot fetters, torture racks, torture beds, and various strangely shaped torture devices. Xiao Yan naturally knew these were specialized items for BDSM. He just hadn't expected that the Dou Qi Continent would already have a BDSM culture and items, thinking it was a product of Earth. Even more unexpectedly, these items were in Yao Lao's storage ring. Could Yao Lao also be... "Hahaha, I never expected that Teacher, you are also of the same persuasion! No wonder you're so outwardly reserved. " Realizing this, Xiao Yan burst into laughter. "Teacher, you're really unfair, not telling me anything. You must have known about my inclinations for a long time. Truly, too unkind." Despite his complaints, Xiao Yan was excited to have discovered this "treasure trove" left by Yao Lao. He quickly browsed through them, looking for anything he could use. In an exquisite box, he found something similar to an album from Earth. It contained a large number of photos. Xiao Yan flipped through them one by one. In many of the photos, there was a refined middle-aged man, who must have been a young Yao Lao. "I didn't expect Teacher to be quite handsome when he was young," Xiao Yan chuckled. Besides Yao Lao, each photo featured beautiful women tied up in various poses. Xiao Yan counted six different beauties who appeared in the photos, each as stunning as Yun'er, Xun'er, or Medusa. It seemed Yao Lao was quite the womanizer in his youth. Looking at these bound beauties, although their poses and bindings differed in each photo, the happiness, shyness, and obedience on their faces were the same. Clearly, these women, like Yun'er and Yan Ran, had willingly allowed Yao Lao to bind and train them. As for who these women were, he would have to ask Yao Lao himself after rescuing him. "To have managed six beautiful women, Teacher, it seems you are a master in this regard. I must learn from you." Xiao Yan closed the album, shook his head, and sighed with a smile. He then carefully placed the album back in the box. Next, Xiao Yan examined the remaining items. Two of them particularly piqued his interest. One was a dozen neatly stacked bundles of rope. Xiao Yan picked up a bundle and scanned it with his soul power. A large amount of information flooded his mind. "Azure Dragon Rope, made from the tough hide of an eighth-tier peak magical beast, the Sea Azure Dragon. It can bind cultivators up to the peak Dou Zun or eighth-tier peak magical beast transformed individuals, and completely seal their Dou Qi." Then, there was a glittering collar inlaid with various colored jewels. "This collar is crafted from various exotic gems that can suppress Dou Qi. Its core is the magical core of an eighth-tier peak magical beast. The user can control it by forming a soul contract. When worn around the neck, this collar can completely seal the power of a cultivator up to the peak Dou Zun or eighth-tier peak magical beast transformed individual. Furthermore, the collar has a transformation function. It can normally transform into a necklace and be worn around the neck. In this state, it has no sealing ability, but the wearer cannot break free by their own power. As long as the user controls it with Dou Qi, it will transform from a necklace into a collar and instantly seal the wearer's power, rendering them no different from an ordinary person." "Ropes and collars that can bind or seal peak Dou Zun cultivators, my heavens, these are truly good items! I won't have to worry about my insufficient strength anymore. Teacher, the treasures you left are truly excellent." Xiao Yan marveled, holding the two treasures. However, the next moment, he fell into a dilemma. "The items are good, but who should I use them on? Yun'er is so well-behaved, she definitely doesn't need them. Yan Ran is even weaker than me, so she naturally won't need them either. Then who else is there..." The so-called personality insult is just as Xiao Yan said earlier, he has deprived Nalan Yanran of all the dignity and power as a human being, in Xiao Yan here, Nalan Yanran is not a person, just a bitch, to put it nicely, called "pet". And in the daily life, Xiao Yan has been treating Nalan Yanyan in the way of treating animals, including living in a dog cage, dog bowl, wearing a collar, moving only crawling, must be completely naked, and occasionally let wear a white stocking and so on all sorts of rules, in addition to this, Xiao Yan is also in the uninterrupted brainwashing Nalan Yanyan, instilling into her, "He is a bitch to the master of the Xiaoyan! "It is a great honor to be a pet to Xiao Yan's master" and such thoughts. Mental pressure was generally used in conjunction with physical destruction, picking out some of Nalan Yanran's "mistakes" from time to time, and then punishing her in various ways, while destroying Nalan Yanran's body, it also put her in a state of fear at all times, and she was always worried about whether or not she was making a mistake, and then Nalan Yanran was fearful of Xiao Yan, and this kind of fear would also strengthen Nalan Yanran's fear of Xiao Yan. Fear will also strengthen Nalan Yanran's obedience to Xiao Yan, rooting out the psychology of resistance. This Xiao Yan has already done before, when in order to punish Nalan Yanran because of their own "carelessness" and lead to Yun Yun was color scales attack, and put her in the beams of the room hanging most of the day, pain Nalan Yanran cried out on the spot. There are many other punishments such as these, sometimes the housework is not done cleanly, sometimes it is to forget a sentence to ask for peace, sometimes it is not obedient enough to teach, all of these can be the reason Xiao Yan punished Nalan Yanran, every time Nalan Yanran tormented with rain, crying and begging for forgiveness before giving up. As for the physical destruction, that pattern is more, after all, Xiao Yan in the means of teaching more than one, some before dare not use in the color scale on the body as well as not willing to use in the cloud rhyme on the body of all the means in the body of Nalan Yanyan tried again. Here are only a few examples. Sometimes, Xiao Yan will put Nalan Yanyan like a sandbag hanging up, with a whip, and note that the use of this is not Μ with the harmless erotic whip, but the real real whip, every time the Nalan Yanyan pumping skin open flesh, blood from the wound constantly seeping out, let Nalan Yanyan how to cry and scream to no avail, until she fainted to be willing to give up. In the bottom of Nalan Yanran, a tank of medicinal liquid was placed, these medicinal liquids can quickly recover from the wounds, but the pain brought about is several times stronger than whipping. Every time Xiao Yan whipped Nalan Yanran out, he directly untied the rope hanging her, and put Nalan Yanran, who was covered in blood, directly into the medicinal liquid, every time this happened, Nalan Yanran, who had already been whipped out, would be awakened by the intense pain, and then let out a scream that almost shook through the roof, and the intense pain caused her pretty face to distort a little bit, and she kept struggling in the medicinal liquid, however, her whole body was tied by the rope, and she was not able to jump out of the tank of medicinal liquid, and eventually fainted from pain again. In the end, she fainted from the pain once again. In fact, these pains were already commonplace for Xiao Yan, when he first cultivated, every day he would experience the intense pain of being violently beaten by the medicinal old man and then having his body washed by the medicinal liquid, and after that, Xiao Yan's cultivation was even more painful than this by several times, in comparison, Nalan Yanran, this kind of pampered young lady, cultivated carefully every day under the sect's shelter and this was the reason that she was being thrown further and further away from Xiao Yan. In addition to pain, Xiao Yan also likes to use "itch" to torture Nalan Yanran, after all, Nalan Yanran's degree of ticklishness is not inferior to her teacher Yun Yun. After tying up Nalan Yanran, in the center of her feet, armpits, waist these sensitive areas repeatedly scratching, so that Nalan Yanran laugh almost crazy, this time, Xiao Yan often put on a stocking for Nalan Yanran, because stockings not only increase the itchiness of the center of the feet, but also more comfortable to touch the feel. Every time, he also tickled Nalan Yanran until she fainted before giving up. In addition to this, there is also a trick Xiao Yan also often use, called "furniture placement play", similar to before Xiao Yan Nalan Yanran hanged on the beams of the room for three days this kind of trick, Xiao Yan also often to Nalan Yanran use, after all, Xiao Yan also want to practice, it is not possible to spend all the time in the Nalan Yanran's conditioning. Every time, Xiao Yan will tie Nalan Yanran into a variety of poses, and then thrown somewhere, no longer care about her, sometimes just put an afternoon, but sometimes will be put on a few days. And often, once these postures were tied for a long time, they would be very painful, just like Xiao Yan's previous hanging tie, just using her toes to support the ground, using the rope to strangle her lower body to bear the weight of the whole body and so on, all of which would tie Nalan Yanran to the point that her whole body would be sore and she would even lose her consciousness The most important thing was that all of these pains were chronic, and often she would have to endure a day or even a few days of torment. In addition to this Xiao Yan will also tie Nalan Yanran into a variety of "furniture", sometimes will tie Nalan Yanran into a "floor lamp", hand holding a lamp, to provide lighting to Xiao Yan. Even if the hand lift acid, also can not put down. Sometimes, Xiao Yan will tie Nalan Yanran into a human chair, directly sitting on Nalan Yanran's body, a sit is an afternoon. Even also gave Nalan Yanran to build some specialized boxes, cabinets and so on, locked Nalan Yanran inside, and then in a certain corner of the wall a put is an afternoon or even a few days, it really seems like an ordinary furniture in general, at the mercy of Nalan Yanran how to cry and wail, Xiao Yan even can not hear. In short, Nalan Yanran spent every day in all kinds of bondage, basically only a handful of time to get free, rope and all kinds of restraint tools, replacing the clothes, become Nalan Yanran every day to contact things. Over time, Nalan Yanran gradually became accustomed to the life of being tied up every day. There were many more such conditioning techniques, the list goes on and on. In fact, to summarize it in simple terms, it is Stockholm. Therefore, in Xiao Yan's house, Nalan Yanran's day was usually spent like this. In the morning, Nalan Yanran would be woken up by Xiao Yan in the dog cage, and then she would be pulled out of the dog cage by Xiao Yan holding her collar, and just like walking a dog, she would be led by Xiao Yan, and climbed all the way to the dining room, where she would have breakfast with Xiao Yan. Of course, Xiao Yan was sitting on the table to eat, while Nalan Yanran crawled at Xiao Yan's feet and ate the food in the dog bowl on the floor. And before eating, Nalan Yanran had to kowtow to Xiao Yan and kiss Xiao Yan's toes to thank her master for giving her food, then with Xiao Yan's permission, she got down and ate with her head down. Occasionally, Xiao Yan would also throw a few pieces of her own food into Nalan Yanran's food bowl, while Nalan Yanran had to thank her for all of it. After eating breakfast, is Xiao Yan's cultivation time, this time Xiao Yan will generally put Yanyan "placed" on the side, and then self-concerned cultivation, Yanyan pain "whimpering" sound for Xiao Yan have long been accustomed to. Occasionally Xiao Yan will put Nalan Yanyan part of the freedom, but don't misunderstand, this is not want to let Nalan Yanyan rest, but let Nalan Yanyan cleaning housework, this time Nalan Yanyan often with shackles, like a maid, for Xiao Yan clean up the house, if clean up is not clean, will also be Xiao Yan punishment. After lunch, Xiao Yan will hold Nalan Yanran, to the back of the mountain to "walk", the lush green forest, Nalan Yanran naked, tied into a humanoid dog, elbows and knees to support the body with difficulty, wearing a collar on the neck, was held by Xiao Yan staggered forward to crawl, small mouth was plugged ball plug, can only send out a "whimper". "Whimpering" sound, elbows and knees have been worn out and bleeding, but Xiao Yan still does not have any pity, pulling Nalan Yanran around the back of the mountain to walk around before taking her back, and even in order to humiliate Nalan Yanran, but also specially ordered Nalan Yanran to use the dog's way of peeing in the wilderness, for which, Nalan Yanran have one by one done as they were told. After leaving the Mittel Auction House, Xiao Yan flew straight to the Xiao family. He landed at the entrance of his own courtyard, glanced around to ensure no one was watching, then pushed open the courtyard gate and entered, closing it securely behind him. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he saw a young girl "How do I feel like your pet?" Xiao Yixian mumbled discontentedly. She had been confined to this dim cave, unable to leave. Moreover, being bound all over made it inconvenient to move. All she could do each day was lie on the stone bed, stare at the cave ceiling, and wait for Xiao Yan to "feed" her periodically. She truly felt no different from a caged pet. There was someone who kept her company, but she didn't want to talk to her, and the other person was mostly unable to speak to her anyway. "What are you saying? These are extraordinary times. I've already promised you that once we get to Zhongzhou, you'll return to your normal life," Xiao Yan said with a smile. "Forget it. I think you're just itching to keep me imprisoned like this forever, so you can enjoy the pleasure of keeping me hidden away," Xiao Yixian retorted, her lips pouting, not holding back at all. Having his innermost thoughts so ruthlessly exposed, Xiao Yan chuckled awkwardly and didn't reply. He walked to the bed, picked up Xiao Yixian, and carried her towards the table. Although Xiao Yixian bickered with Xiao Yan, she didn't resist him. Instead, she snuggled obediently into his embrace, letting him carry her to the dining table. After helping Xiao Yixian sit in a chair, Xiao Yan walked deeper into the cave to retrieve his other little treasure. Before he even got close, he heard a series of intense "whimpers" coming from the depths of the cave. Xiao Yan smiled slightly, realizing his little treasure had been trained well and hadn't tried to escape. Approaching the source of the sound, he saw a completely naked, graceful figure. Like Xiao Yixian, she was bound, but she looked much more miserable. She was tied with twice as many ropes as Xiao Yixian, so densely that she was almost wrapped up like a meat dumpling. Her hands were tied behind her back in a "posture of the Guanyin contemplating her reflection," and her thighs and calves were folded together and bound. She was kneeling on a rack, also tightly secured by a large number of ropes. What drew even more attention was what was beneath the rack. It was a machine that resembled a "vibrator." Xiao Yan had designed and built it himself. Its operating principle was similar to that of a vibrator on Earth, but this one was powered by a unique energy crystal from the Dou Qi Continent. Under its continuous operation, two large rods were incessantly thrusting into the two small orifices beneath Cai Lin. It appeared the vibrator had been running for a long time. Judging by the small pool of love fluid that had gathered below, one could guess how many times Cai Lin had climaxed. And it wasn't over yet. Looking further up, on the tips of Cai Lin's two magnificent breasts, each nipple was clamped with a nipple clamp. Hanging from each clamp was a thunder crystal. These were forged for cultivators of the thunder attribute to practice with. Their characteristic was that, like thunder attribute cultivators, they would discharge electricity. As long as Dou Qi was input into them, they would continuously discharge electricity, and the current intensity could be controlled. As for Cai Lin's head, there was nothing to say. Earplugs, blindfold, and gag – the usual set of three – completely deprived her of her sight, hearing, and the ability to speak. Coupled with the continuous electrical stimulation from her nipples, the two unceasing large rods below, and the tight binding all over her body with no gaps, Cai Lin was now merely a beautiful piece of flesh, twitching, climaxing, and moaning under the stimulation of electricity and pleasure, unable to even move. "Little Cai Lin, I'm back. Did you miss me?" Xiao Yan walked up and gently caressed Cai Lin's sweat-drenched body. "You've been tied up here for days, and you still refuse to submit?" Sensing Xiao Yan's arrival, Cai Lin raised her head and let out a few "whimpers" in his direction. Although she couldn't speak, her cries clearly conveyed her unyielding spirit. "As expected, besides tickling the soles of her feet, no other method can make her obedient, can it?" Xiao Yan mused inwardly. However, he didn't dwell on it too much. He wasn't particularly concerned about forcing Cai Lin to submit; it was merely a reason to play with her. Honestly, he didn't want Cai Lin to submit so easily. It was more fun for her to maintain her queenly arrogance. Moreover, strictly speaking, Xiao Yan had already won a few days ago. He was merely giving Cai Lin another chance now. "Alright, I'm going to untie you now and take you out to eat with Xiao Yixian. You'd better behave," Xiao Yan said as he moved behind Cai Lin. He casually placed a hand on the sole of Cai Lin's foot. "Behave yourself during the meal. No messing around, no sulking, and definitely no insolence. Otherwise..." As he said this, the hand on Cai Lin's sole suddenly began to tickle rapidly. While tickling, he continued, "I'll bring a sheep again, just like a few days ago, to lick the soles of your feet. This time, I won't give you any more chances." When she felt Xiao Yan's hand on the sole of her foot, Cai Lin's body tensed violently. Her heart leaped into her throat, and goosebumps rose all over her body. She hadn't been this nervous even during the past few days of torment from Xiao Yan, with the electric shocks, forced orgasms, and whipping. And when Xiao Yan started tickling the soles of her feet again, she immediately struggled violently like a madwoman. Intense muffled laughter erupted from her gagged mouth, and a sense of dread washed over her. She desperately wished Xiao Yan would stop quickly. Fortunately, Xiao Yan only tickled her a few times before stopping, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief. "Do you understand?" Xiao Yan asked sternly, clapping his hands. Seeing Cai Lin immediately nod obediently, Xiao Yan revealed a satisfied smile. He then untied most of the ropes binding Cai Lin's body and lifted her off the rack. However, he naturally didn't untie the few main ropes binding her body, so Cai Lin was still unable to move. Xiao Yan then carried Cai Lin towards the dining table. Violet looked down at the dildo, her gaze complex. She reached out, gently caressing its rough surface, her fingertips tracing the still faintly shimmering runes. "Compared to directly signing a master-slave contract, this method, while more troublesome, significantly reduces the effectiveness of absorbing power, and I can't draw strength anytime, anywhere. But there's no better way for now." Her tone held a hint of helplessness. If she could have formed a master-slave contract with Cai Lin, she would have been able to draw Dou Qi from Cai Lin's body at any time, even taking all of Cai Lin's power for herself, leading to far greater cultivation advancements than she had now. However, Cai Lin's will was too stubborn; days of torment had failed to break her, making a forced contract impossible. Now, by transferring Cai Lin's Dou Qi into this dildo through a sacrificial ritual, and then absorbing it, the efficiency was low, but it had still allowed her to successfully step onto the threshold of the Dou Zong realm. Violet stood up, stretching her slightly numb shoulders, feeling the fullness of the newly infused Dou Zong power within her. Her gaze swept across the secret chamber, finally settling on Cai Lin, who lay on a simple wooden bed not far away. She walked over slowly. Cai Lin lay there quietly, the red marks from the ropes still visible on her naked, delicate body. The traces of sweat and bodily fluids mixed on her snow-white skin were a shocking sight. Her chest rose and fell slightly, her breathing weak and rapid, clearly in a state of extreme exhaustion from her Dou Qi being drained and days of torment. At this moment, she was utterly spent, in a deep coma bordering on death. Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, as if still enduring endless pain in her dreams. Her face was deeply haggard, with faint dark circles visible beneath her eyelids. Yet, even so, her breathtaking beauty remained stunning, her three thousand strands of dark hair spread across the bed, like ink and a waterfall, contrasting with her pale face, making her appear like a withered yet still noble flower. Violet crouched down, extending a slender hand to gently caress Cai Lin's exquisite face. Her fingertips slid down Cai Lin's high nose, touching the soft, cool skin, feeling an unusual tenderness. She narrowed her eyes slightly, a flicker of greed and infatuation flashing within them. She murmured softly, "Truly, devastatingly beautiful..." Her fingers paused at Cai Lin's chin, gently lifting her delicate face for a closer inspection. Cai Lin's lips were slightly parted. Violet couldn't resist lowering her head, her lips lightly pressing against Cai Lin's small mouth. She felt the coolness and softness of Cai Lin's lips, a slight smile curving her own, before deepening the kiss. Her tongue probed into Cai Lin's slightly open mouth, gently stirring her defenseless, fragrant tongue. Cai Lin remained unresponsive, passively enduring the intrusion, unable to even let out a moan in her comatose state. After kissing for a while, Violet straightened up, her gaze moving down Cai Lin's face to her sexy and alluring body. Cai Lin's curves were impeccably perfect, especially her proud breasts, which remained firm and full even in her unconscious state, exuding a fatal temptation. Violet reached out, her hand gently covering Cai Lin's chest, her fingertips slowly kneading the soft, elastic skin, savoring the warmth and delicacy transmitted to her palm, appreciating every inch of this body's beauty. "Tsk tsk, truly a rare gem on the Dou Qi Continent..." Violet praised softly, a mix of admiration and jealousy in her voice. "It's a waste on that brat Xiao Yan, a true squandering of talent." Her fingers paused on Cai Lin's chest, giving a gentle squeeze, a cold smile flashing in her eyes. "But it doesn't matter. When I take you to the headquarters of the Binding Sect, you will belong to me forever. At that time, there will be no Queen Medusa in this world, only my... exclusive plaything." Violet stood up, her gaze lingering on Cai Lin for a moment before she frowned, falling into brief contemplation. She muttered to herself, "Xiao Yan and the Heavenly Poison Girl are already searching for her nearby. If this drags on, there might be complications. I need to move her quickly." With that, she turned and walked to a corner of the secret chamber, bringing back a large wooden chest. The chest was entirely black, with a few obscure runes carved on its surface and a large circular opening at the top, clearly a specially designed transport container. She placed the chest beside Cai Lin and began her preparations. Violet crouched down and first checked the bindings on Cai Lin's upper body. Cai Lin's arms were still bound behind her back, the knots tight, but Violet clearly felt it wasn't secure enough. She took out several faintly glowing ropes from her storage ring. These ropes were made of the same material as those previously used to bind Cai Lin and possessed the special property of sealing Dou Qi. She wound the ropes around Cai Lin's arms, from shoulders to wrists, each loop incredibly tight, the ropes digging deeply into Cai Lin's skin, leaving behind streaks of red marks. She deliberately added several extra loops around Cai Lin's wrists, even binding her fingers, ensuring Cai Lin wouldn't be able to move even a single digit. After checking the bindings on her arms, Violet took out an exquisite black collar, inlaid with a dark blue gem that emitted a faint cold light. She placed the collar around Cai Lin's slender neck, locking it with a "click." The gem then lit up with a faint glow, clearly activating its Dou Qi sealing function. Violet nodded with satisfaction, then formed hand seals and chanted a few words in a low voice. A purple light shot from her fingertips, entering Cai Lin's body. This was a finished sealing technique product awarded to her by the Binding Sect headquarters, powerful enough to seal a Dou Zong, forming an invisible barrier within Cai Lin's body to further suppress her residual Dou Qi flow. Having done this, Violet clapped her hands, a smug smile appearing on her lips. Next, her gaze shifted to Cai Lin's legs. Cai Lin's legs were still in the natural state they had been in after being unbound, long and straight, their skin as white as jade, exuding a fatal allure. Violet crouched down, grabbed Cai Lin's ankles, and slowly lifted her legs, then crossed them. She adjusted Cai Lin's legs into a lotus position, her calves crossed over her thighs, soles facing upwards, exposing the soles of her feet. Once the position was adjusted, Violet took out more ropes and began to wind them around. She started binding from the root of Cai Lin's thighs, the ropes tightening every inch of skin, gradually extending downwards, firmly securing her calves and thighs together. The knots were tied exceptionally complexly, each one repeatedly checked to ensure Cai Lin's legs could not be straightened, leaving no room for even the slightest loosening. After binding, Cai Lin's delicate body was completely molded into a tightly contracted ball, like a work of art bound like a zongzi. Violet stepped back a few paces, crossing her arms, and carefully examined her masterpiece. Cai Lin's current appearance was both helpless and alluring, the ropes constricting her body to reveal her curves. In her unconscious state, she was completely at Violet's mercy. However, Violet frowned, feeling it was still not perfect. She muttered to herself, "Still needs a little more security..." Her gaze fell on Cai Lin's lower body, a sly glint flashing in her eyes. She took out a small vibrator from her storage ring. The vibrator was entirely black, with fine runes carved on its surface, emitting a strange aura. Violet held the vibrator, pressed a button, and it immediately emitted a low "buzzing" sound, beginning to vibrate slightly. She nodded with satisfaction, then crouched down and slowly inserted the vibrator into Cai Lin's small orifice. The moment the vibrator entered, Cai Lin's delicate body trembled slightly. Although still in a deep coma, her body instinctively reacted to this foreign object. Violet pushed the vibrator deep inside, ensuring it was fully embedded, then activated its functions. The vibrator not only began to vibrate continuously but also periodically released weak electrical currents, accompanied by a strange energy that disrupted the flow of Dou Qi. This combination of effects ensured that even if Cai Lin woke up, she would be unable to concentrate enough to break through the seals. Violet stood up, clapped her hands, and looked at Cai Lin with satisfaction. At this moment, Cai Lin was completely controlled by a series of bindings, sealing techniques, a collar, and the vibrator, her strength completely suppressed without any loopholes, making escape during transport impossible. However, throughout this entire process, Cai Lin remained unconscious, her delicate brows furrowed, as if enduring endless torment in her dreams. It was clear that the previous torment and power absorption had indeed left her extremely weak. She was completely unaware that her fate was about to plunge into an abyss. Violet's gaze lingered on her for a moment, then she leaned down and lifted Cai Lin's chin again. She lowered her head, her lips pressing against Cai Lin's small mouth. This kiss was different from the previous one; Violet kissed with unusual seriousness and devotion. Her lips pressed firmly against Cai Lin's, her tongue delving deep into Cai Lin's mouth, greedily stirring her soft, fragrant tongue, savoring every breath within Cai Lin's mouth. Her breathing became rapid, filled with an almost obsessive passion, the kiss deep and lingering. Cai Lin remained unresponsive, passively enduring the intrusion, lacking even the consciousness to resist in her comatose state. Violet kissed for a long time before slowly pulling away, a long silver thread stretching between their lips, shimmering with a crystal-like luster in the dim light before breaking and falling onto Cai Lin's chest. Violet gently patted Cai Lin's pretty face, her finger caressing her cheek. She whispered, "From now on, you are mine. One day, I will make you willingly kiss me." Violet straightened up, a flicker of anticipation in her eyes, then murmured to herself, "During transport, I must have some intimate contact with you." She took off her stockings, still warm from her body heat, emitting a faint fragrance and the scent of her feet. She crumpled the stockings into a ball, squeezed them, then leaned down, pried open Cai Lin's slightly parted mouth, and stuffed the ball of stockings inside. The stockings filled Cai Lin's mouth, puffing out her cheeks and completely blocking her mouth. Violet then took out a black gag ball and placed it over Cai Lin's mouth, tightening the string around her lips to ensure she couldn't make even a sound. This double blockage eliminated the possibility of Cai Lin speaking; even if she woke up, she could only let out meaningless whimpers. Having done this, Violet picked up Cai Lin and placed her bound,粽子-like delicate body into the chest. Ropes and straps had already been prepared inside the chest. Violet wound these restraints around Cai Lin, securing her firmly to the bottom of the chest. The ropes tightened around her waist and shoulders, while straps fastened her legs and chest, ensuring she couldn't move an inch. Cai Lin's exquisite head protruded from the large opening at the top of the chest. In her unconscious state, her delicate brows were still furrowed, her breathtaking face bearing a hint of helpless vulnerability. Violet finally brought a lid, its edges inlaid with runes that perfectly matched the top of the chest. She fastened the lid, locking it with a "click." Cai Lin's head was then completely sealed within the chest, leaving only darkness. Violet patted the chest, a cold smile appearing on her lips, and whispered, "This way, it's foolproof." At Ya Fei's feet, Na Lan Yan Ran squatted in a humiliating posture, serving as a temporary footrest. She was completely naked, save for a pair of white stockings clinging to her slender legs, accentuating their alluring curves. Her legs were bent and bound, forming a frog-like squat, her thighs and calves tightly secured by ropes. Only the tips of her feet touched the ground, struggling to maintain balance. Her hands were bound in front of her chest, splayed open like a lotus flower, upon which Ya Fei's black-stockinged foot rested. The toes of Ya Fei's foot occasionally brushed against Na Lan Yan Ran's delicate face, with a hint of provocation. More shamefully, a vibrating dildo was inserted into Na Lan Yan Ran's pussy, humming and constantly stimulating her body. Pleasure surged like a tide, causing her delicate body to tremble slightly, her pretty face flushed with shame and forbearance. Her mouth was gagged, preventing her from making any sound, but the fine sweat beading on her forehead and the slight tremors of her body betrayed her struggle. "Yan Ran, do you hear? Your master has made another great contribution," Ya Fei's voice was soft yet laced with a hint of amusement. She gently swayed her black-stockinged foot, her toes tracing across Na Lan Yan Ran's face, eliciting a shiver. "The three elders of Mulian are all dead by his hand, and Yan Luotian almost lost his life. Tsk tsk, Xiao Yan is now the pillar of the Jiama Empire. As his female slave, shouldn't you be happy for him?" Na Lan Yan Ran's face was covered by Ya Fei's black-stockinged foot, her expression unreadable. She could only nod and let out a muffled "woo woo" sound. Her feet were so sore they were almost numb, the balls of her feet aching from supporting her body for so long, feeling as if they no longer belonged to her. The dildo in her pussy vibrated incessantly, sending currents of pleasure through her entire body, blurring her consciousness and causing her to tremble uncontrollably. However, having trained in martial arts since childhood, her sense of balance was excellent, allowing her to remain upright in this humiliating posture. Yet, her body's limits were pushing her to the brink, with cold sweat beading on her forehead. Ya Fei chuckled softly and continued to play with Yan Ran's face with her black-stockinged feet, a playful glint in her eyes. "Yan Ran, you're becoming more obedient by the day. Remember when you broke off your engagement with Xiao Yan, causing him to lose face? Now you're willingly acting as his bitch, and he's entrusted you to me for training. Tell me, are you feeling both ashamed and satisfied right now?" Na Lan Yan Ran clearly felt the smooth, soft touch of Ya Fei's black-stockinged sole against her face. The delicate texture of the stockings rubbed against her skin, carrying a scent that was a mixture of her own body odor and a faint, musky aroma. The smell, both familiar and shameful, sent a tremor through her heart. Her mouth was tightly gagged with a cloth, allowing only low "woo woo" sounds to escape, tinged with a complex mix of forbearance and other emotions. Hearing of Xiao Yan's brilliant victory and his sweeping defeat of the enemy army, Na Lan Yan Ran naturally felt pride and joy for her master. As Xiao Yan's bitch, her adoration and obsession with him deepened further. Seeing this, Ya Fei's smile widened, a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes. She slowly moved her black-stockinged foot away from Na Lan Yan Ran's face, her toes then gently teasing the nipples on Yan Ran's chest. The black-stocking-clad toes skillfully toyed with the sensitive nubs, the sensation transmitted through the thin silk both soft and subtly abrasive. Na Lan Yan Ran's body jolted violently, her delicate frame trembling uncontrollably. The dildo in her pussy vibrated ceaselessly, already making her wet, her arousal flowing down her thighs and leaving a glistening trail on the white stockings. She bit down hard on the gag, suppressing the onslaught of pleasure, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her pretty face flushing a deep crimson. Despite her body's instincts screaming for release, she dared not move an inch, fearing she would disobey Ya Fei's command and ruin the "training" Xiao Yan had entrusted to her. After toying with Na Lan Yan Ran for a while, Ya Fei nodded in satisfaction, seeing her obediently endure the pleasure. She withdrew her foot, gently wiggled her black-stockinged toes, and turned her gaze to the other side of the tent, her voice laced with amusement. "Your Highness the Grand Princess, the crisis for the Jiama Empire has been resolved. Xiao Yan has triumphed over the three empires and his fame has spread far and wide. Are you happy?" However, her only response was a low "woo woo" sound. Ya Fei's lips curved upwards slightly as she slowly stood up, her silk dress swaying gracefully with her movements, accentuating her alluring curves. She walked with elegant steps towards the other side of the tent, where the Grand Princess of the Jiama Empire, Yao Ye, was held. Yao Ye was currently bound in an even more humiliating posture, straddling a wooden horse. The sharp edges of the horse dug into her crotch, concentrating her entire weight on the area of contact, causing unbearable pain and stimulation. Her arms were tightly bound behind her back with ropes, the knots digging into her fair skin and outlining her voluptuous curves. Her legs were folded backward and bound, her ankles pressed tightly against her thighs, rendering her immobile and unable to alleviate the pressure on her crotch. A thick pole was attached to the front of the wooden horse, and a long rod extended from the tip of the pole, currently thrust deep into Yao Ye's mouth, forcing her lips apart and eliciting low "woo woo" sounds. A delicate collar was around her neck, connected by a thin chain to the pole, securing her head and preventing her from struggling, leaving her to passively endure it all. Yao Ye's pretty face was flushed with shame, her long hair disheveled around her shoulders, fine beads of sweat on her forehead. Ya Fei approached Yao Ye, leaned down, and gently caressed Yao Ye's cheek with her slender hand. She whispered, "Your Highness the Grand Princess, look at yourself now. Where is the dignity of royalty? Xiao Yan is now the hero of the Jiama Empire. Tell me, if he saw you like this, would he find it amusing?" Her fingers slid from Yao Ye's cheek to her chin, gently pinching it and forcing Yao Ye to lift her head. Their eyes met, and a flash of anger appeared in Yao Ye's eyes, but due to the gag in her mouth and the restraint of the collar, she could only let out low "woo woo" sounds, tinged with a hint of defiance. Ya Fei chuckled softly, released her hand, and slowly moved behind Yao Ye. Yao Ye's legs were folded backward and bound, her calves pressed tightly against her thighs, her ankles firmly secured by ropes, leaving the soles of her feet exposed to the air. Flesh-colored stockings encased her legs, and the stockings at the soles were slightly yellowed from prolonged combat, with faint traces of sweat visible. Ya Fei's gaze lingered on the soles of Yao Ye's feet for a moment, a flicker of interest in her eyes. She slowly reached out, her fingertips gently touching the sole of Yao Ye's foot, clad in flesh-colored stockings. The soft sole, encased in the stocking, appeared exceptionally sensitive. Ya Fei's fingertips lightly tickled, tracing the slight indentation of the arch. Yao Ye's delicate body jolted violently, as if electrocuted, twisting intensely. The ropes dug into her skin, emitting a faint friction sound. Her mouth was blocked by the rod, allowing only muffled "huhu" laughter to escape, the sound echoing in the tent as her body writhed on the wooden horse. Yao Ye's toes curled and stretched within the stockings, attempting to evade Ya Fei's tickling, but her legs, bound in a folded position, left her with no room to escape. Seeing this, Ya Fei let out a soft laugh, her voice melodious and laced with amusement. "Oh my, I didn't expect the valiant female general of the royal family on the battlefield to be so ticklish?" Her fingers continued to scrape back and forth on the soles of Yao Ye's feet, her touch sometimes light, sometimes heavy, precisely stimulating the sensitive areas of her soles. Yao Ye's delicate body twisted more violently, the flesh-colored stockings creasing, and the friction between sweat and silk made the soles glisten. Her muffled laughter grew more rapid, the "huhu" sounds interspersed with a hint of shame, her pretty face flushed crimson, fine beads of sweat on her forehead. While enduring the pleasant itching from the soles of her feet, Yao Ye angrily glanced at Ya Fei. Ever since she was tricked by Ya Fei last time and accepted Ya Fei's "temporary training," she had been toyed with by Ya Fei for some time. However, gradually, Yao Ye began to sense something was amiss. Every time Ya Fei bound and played with them, the excited and fanatical glint in Ya Fei's eyes always sent a chill down Yao Ye's spine, a strange feeling of unease. She increasingly suspected that Ya Fei's so-called "training for Xiao Yan" was merely an excuse, and Ya Fei's true purpose might be her own indulgence in the pleasure of control and humiliation. Violet's soles were clearly extremely ticklish. Even as she screamed in agony from the whip, the intense itching sensation on the soles of her feet involuntarily made her let out a mad, choked laugh. "Hahahaha... Ah... Spare me... Hahahaha... No... Stop it..." This torment, a cruel interweaving of pain and itchiness, pushed Violet's consciousness to the brink of collapse. To make matters worse, a hard, vibrating dildo was inserted into her pussy, which was completely exposed due to her inverted position, emitting a high-frequency hum. Pain, itch, and lust – these three torments played out in turns on Violet, leaving her wishing for death but unable to find it. It was evident that Yun Yun and Xiao Yixian harbored a deep hatred for Violet. Their current demeanor was a stark contrast to their usual gentle compliance in front of Xiao Yan. They were no longer docile kittens at Xiao Yan's mercy; dressed in their seductive sailor uniforms and stockings, they resembled two queens, radiating absolute authority, calm yet brutal dominatrices. Perhaps this was the moment one remembered they were Dou Zong powerhouses. If Xiao Yan were to see them now, he would surely be astonished. So, where were Xiao Yan and Cai Lin at this moment? Far from the screams and the lashing within the tent, in a tranquil corner a short distance from the camp, moonlight cascaded like silver gauze by the shimmering stream. The water gurgled over pebbles, emitting a clear, pleasant murmur, accompanied by the occasional chirping of insects, creating a scene starkly different from the tent – a poetic tableau imbued with an extreme sense of ambiguity. Under the serene moonlight, Xiao Yan sat leisurely on the soft grass, leaning against an ancient, nameless tree. His robes were half-open, his back pressed against the rough bark, and in his embrace was the queen who struck fear into the hearts of the entire Northwestern Continent – Medusa Cai Lin. Cai Lin was still tightly bound, the silver collar around her neck glinting coldly in the moonlight, suppressing her terrifying power. To better "adore" this precious darling, Xiao Yan had even removed her hollowed-out sailor uniform from her upper body, leaving her alabaster, elastic torso completely exposed to the cool moonlight, bound by ropes. She wore only a pair of black stockings, thin as cicada wings, outlining the stunning contours of her peerless legs and buttocks. Her bondage position was extremely humiliating and tested her flexibility: her fair arms were tied behind her back with thick, sturdy ropes, digging deeply into the skin of her rounded shoulders and back. Her long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, were folded backward to their maximum extent, her calves almost touching her thighs, the entire leg in a state of extreme flexion. Ropes wrapped around her ankles pulled the folded legs upward, ultimately connecting and binding them to her hands tied behind her back. This extreme binding method allowed Cai Lin's jade feet, clad in black stockings and painted with crimson nail polish, to touch her own hands behind her back. Her entire body was like a folded, exquisite piece of art. Bound in this manner, Cai Lin sat facing Xiao Yan. Her black-stocking-clad thighs were spread apart, and due to the peculiar center of gravity from her folded body, she had to straddle Xiao Yan's firm legs. To maintain balance, her alluring body had to cling tightly to Xiao Yan's embrace. Her impossibly large breasts, enough to make any woman feel inadequate, pressed against Xiao Yan's warm chest, completely uncovered. With her breaths and body tremors, the full flesh of her bosom squeezed and deformed between their bodies, displaying astonishing elasticity and sensuality. Xiao Yan, on the other hand, appeared composed and domineering. His large hands encircled Cai Lin's slender, snake-like waist, and he unceremoniously rested them on her rounded buttocks, encased in black stockings. Through the smooth silk, his hands powerfully kneaded the elastic flesh of her ass, each fingertip's indentation eliciting a tremor from Cai Lin's body. Under the tranquil moonlight, the two, almost pressed together, were locked in a prolonged and passionate kiss. Their warm lips met and clung, constantly shifting angles as they took from each other. In the silent night sky, the sounds of their entwined breaths, the wet smacks of their tongues, and the murmur of the stream echoed clearly. They had been kissing for an unknown duration; everything around them seemed to have faded away. In this vast wilderness, it was as if only they existed between heaven and earth. Cai Lin's eyes were slightly closed, her long lashes trembling in the moonlight. She had now completely accustomed herself to this life of being bound daily, unable to care for herself. To be honest, she had almost forgotten what it felt like to live like a normal person. Her memory occasionally drifted back to the last time she walked and fought like a normal person, which seemed to be when Xiao Yan was in seclusion. Ever since she caught Xiao Yan and Xiao Yixian in the cave and, unexpectedly, was subdued by Xiao Yan's bizarre and domineering binding methods, her life's trajectory had completely shifted. From that moment on, she had never regained a single day of true freedom. First, along with Xiao Yixian, she was imprisoned by Xiao Yan in that dark, damp cave as his "personal property," subjected to the lecher's manipulations day after day. Then, she experienced a change of fortune, captured by Violet of the Great Gan Empire, enduring that hellish torment. It was only after Xiao Yan descended like a divine soldier and rescued her that fate seemed to have merely exchanged her prison for a more sophisticated one. Even now, as Xiao Yan's most beloved female slave, her fate of being constantly bound and imprisoned remained unchanged. Cai Lin was now never without ropes. Her body was like an exquisite doll, manipulated and posed in various ways by Xiao Yan every day. Even when sleeping at night, her restraints were never removed, and she could only feel the man's body heat through the marks left by the ropes. Xiao Yan had also once told Cai Lin with a serious and undeniably domineering tone: unless an extremely significant event occurred, requiring her, the Medusa Queen, to fight or handle critical matters, he would keep her bound and imprisoned by his side in their daily lives. And now, Cai Lin had grown accustomed to this life. "I heard you've been using my name to play with my women these past few days?" In a dark, cramped space, Xiao Yan sat on a chair, looking at the bound girl opposite him, dressed in a qipao and black stockings. His tone was chilling, yet laced with a hint of amusement. The bound girl was naturally Ya Fei. After bringing Yanran back, Xiao Yan quickly learned the whole story, including how Ya Fei had been impersonating him to "discipline" Yanran, even roping in Yaoye, and knowing all the details of the training. Even Xiao Yan had to admit Ya Fei was a natural mistress, a true Dominant. Though Ya Fei lacked Dou Qi cultivation, her years of experience in the Mittel family, witnessing the ugliness and desires of humanity, had given her a keen talent for breaking a person's will and destroying their defenses with shame. This talent, when applied to arrogant Dou Wangs and even Dou Zongs, produced an effect greater than the sum of its parts. So, upon Ya Fei's return, Xiao Yan immediately bound her and confined her to a private room. Xiao Yan was meticulous. He quickly secured and pacified the defenses within Zhen Gu Pass, ensuring the remnants of the Ten Thousand Scorpion Sect were no longer a threat. After making proper arrangements for his beloved treasures like Cai Lin, Yun Yun, and Xiao Yixian, he leisurely made his way to the secret chamber prepared for Ya Fei, leading to the scene unfolding before him. Ya Fei was bound terribly. Xiao Yan himself had done the work, his methods far more practiced than when he dealt with Nalan Yanran. Her jade-like arms were tightly bound behind her back with thick, tough ropes. The immense pressure forced her arms together, almost pressing them flat against each other, causing her shoulders to indent and even deform. Not only that, but Xiao Yan utilized the height of the space, using a long rope to pull her bound arms upwards, the other end of the rope directly suspended from the ceiling beam. Ya Fei was thus suspended in mid-air. The direction of the rope's pull meant her arms, pulled back and upwards, formed an almost 90-degree angle with her body. This unnatural, contorted posture caused waves of excruciating pain in her shoulders and arms. Muscle fibers felt on the verge of snapping, and the joints creaked with a sickening sound. She felt as if her arms were about to be completely ruined. Fortunately, there was something beneath her feet to support her. However, this was not out of kindness from Xiao Yan to ease her suffering, but rather another, more insidious form of torture. The resting place was not a spacious floor, but a sharpened, slender wooden stake driven deep into the ground. The stake had a minimal contact point, barely enough for the tip of Ya Fei's black-stockinged foot to rest upon. Furthermore, Xiao Yan had calculated the height of the stake with extreme precision. Her bound arms were already pulled to the absolute limit of her endurance, forcing Ya Fei to desperately stretch her toes downwards, using the strength of her toes to support her body. Only by doing so could she slightly alleviate the agonizing pull on her arms and shoulders, reducing the sensation of her body being torn apart. But this meant almost her entire weight was pressing down on that fragile tip of her foot. Ya Fei's toes were already numb with pain, feeling as if they were no longer part of her body. However, if she wanted any relief for her toes, to rest her forefoot or entire foot on the stake for support, the limited height of the stake would inevitably cause her body to descend slightly. This, in turn, would cause her already stretched arms to be pulled even tighter upwards by the rope from the ceiling beam. The sudden, explosive pain, as if her arms were being ripped from her shoulders, nearly made Ya Fei faint. The joints in her shoulders felt on the verge of dislocation. Thus, this unique binding method presented Ya Fei with an impossible dilemma: to find some relief for her arms, her toes had to endure unbearable, piercing pain; to find relief for her feet, her arms and shoulders faced the torture of being torn apart. Under this extreme physical torment and mental pressure, the vibrator, previously inserted into her vulva and emitting a faint hum, became less significant. The pleasure was completely drowned out by the surging tide of pain. Ya Fei had been bound in this position by Xiao Yan for almost a full day. Her delicate body twitched violently and subtly in mid-air. Sweat trickled down her exquisite face, soaking her tight qipao and accentuating her voluptuous, yet violated, curves. Even as Ya Fei's consciousness began to blur, deep down, she dared not harbor any resentment or waver, for she knew Xiao Yan's methods all too well. She understood that impersonating him and playing with his women had crossed a line. Xiao Yan was already being lenient. Any further complaint would likely result in something far more terrifying than mere physical torment, a fate where she could neither live nor die. Ya Fei struggled to shift her weight on the stake, her toes trembling violently. Her black-stockinged feet quivered powerlessly on the tip of the stake, yet she had to hold on with all her might. This repetitive cycle of pain brought her to the brink of collapse. Fortunately, Xiao Yan finally spoke, causing the taut string in Ya Fei's heart to loosen slightly. Having spent years in the auction house, navigating the treacherous world of merchants and power, Ya Fei knew that if the other party was willing to speak, it meant there was room for negotiation, that the dead end she faced was not entirely sealed. Whether she would continue to suffer on the stake or be allowed to live depended on the ensuing negotiation. Xiao Yan stared at Ya Fei's beautiful face, etched with pain yet still forcing a semblance of allure. As if struck by a thought, he casually gestured, and a suction force yanked the foreign object from Ya Fei's mouth – it was her own pair of stockings. The moment her mouth was freed, Ya Fei did not gasp for air or cry out for mercy like an ordinary woman. Disregarding the soreness in her jaw from being gagged for so long, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she immediately spoke in a hoarse, yet extremely sincere and humble voice: "Master... Ya Fei knows her crime. Ya Fei did indeed harbor selfish intentions these past few days, acting presumptuously under your banner." Ya Fei confessed everything frankly, even addressing Xiao Yan as "Master." She knew that before a powerful expert like Xiao Yan, any lie was a path to self-destruction. Instead, she needed to prove her value to him. What was her greatest value now? Not the Mittel family or the auction house behind her, but her ability to help Xiao Yan recruit more female slaves and manage his harem, disciplining them when he was occupied. "But Ya Fei's small intentions were not to betray you, but to prove to you... that besides counting money and hosting auctions, I can also manage the 'assets' you have no time for." Enduring the excruciating pain in her arms as if they were dislocated, her toes pressing firmly against the stake, she continued with sincere conviction, "You are an expert who soars through the heavens. Your energy should be focused on reaching the peak of Dou Qi and dealing with powerful enemies, not wasted on such trivial punishments. In this harem, besides those few beloveds you cherish, the remaining female slaves, though they have given you their bodies, will eventually relapse into arrogance and rebellion if they are not 'nourished' and 'disciplined' for a long time."

“Okay, honey.” Yun Yun immediately took off her brocade robe and put on the outfit Xiao Yan had prepared for her—a form-fitting bodysuit that accentuated her curvaceous figure even more. She slipped on a new pair of stockings, but the most eye-catching feature was the cat tail dangling from the back of her shapely buttocks. “Honey, what do you think? Do I look good?” Having changed, Yun Yun knelt on the bed and asked Xiao Yan as she looked at him. At that moment, Yun Yun looked every bit the cat girl: the form-fitting outfit, her long legs in flesh-colored stockings exposed all the way to the roots, the cat ears on her head, and the cat tail dangling from her shapely behind. It had to be said that Yun Yun, dressed as a cat girl, looked quite different from her usual dignified and elegant self—she actually appeared rather cute. “Not bad, not bad. Come on, Yun’er, meow a couple of times,” Xiao Yan said with a satisfied nod. “Meow.” Yun Yun obediently meowed once, though she seemed quite clumsy at it, having never done this before. “Be a little cuter,” Xiao Yan instructed Yun Yun. “Clench your hands into fists, hold them next to your face to pretend they’re cat paws, and then say ‘meow.’” As he gave her directions, Xiao Yan demonstrated the pose himself. Yun Yun was indeed very smart and quickly grasped the essence of it. “I just need to act like a cute little kitten, right? ” Yun Yun thought to herself. Drawing on her memories of kittens she’d seen before, she clenched her little hands into fists and held them beside her face, wiggling them up and down. At the same time, she puffed out her cheeks and let out an especially adorable “meow.” “Oh my gosh, that’s so cute. ” Xiao Yan nearly got a nosebleed from the cuteness. Accustomed to seeing Yun Yun as either dignified and elegant or gentle and charming, this was the first time he’d seen her look so adorable. Those puffed-out cheeks, that rosy little mouth, and those big, sparkling eyes—she really did look just like a cute little kitten, Xiao Yan couldn’t help but want to tease her some more. “From now on, you’re my little kitten, and you have to call me ‘Master,’ got it?” Xiao Yan demanded. “Okay, Master. Meow. Do you like it, Master?” Yun Yun clenched her little fists again and held them next to her face, meowing adorably a few times—which made Xiao Yan’s heart melt all over again. “I do. Come on, little kitty, crawl over here to Master.” Xiao Yan crouched by the bed, gently patting the edge. Yun Yun crawled over using both hands and feet, stuck out her tiny lilac tongue, and gently licked Xiao Yan’s cheek. “Master, are you satisfied with your little kitten’s performance?” Yun Yun asked softly. “Not bad, not bad,” Xiao Yan kept praising Yun Yun, while inwardly marveling at how quick she was to get into her “kitty” role. “Come on, little kitty, wag your tail for your master.” Yun Yun immediately stuck out her pert bottom and began swaying her sexy, delicate hips back and forth, causing the tail attached to her buttocks to sway along with them—a sight that was both sensual and adorable. “You’re such a good little kitty,” Xiao Yan said with a smile as he ruffled Yun Yun’s hair. She obediently lowered her head and nuzzled against his hand, making Xiao Yan feel as if he were really petting a little kitten’s head—it was utterly adorable. After teasing Yun Yun for a while longer, Xiao Yan took out a rope. “Now, it’s time to tie up my little kitty.” “Okay, Master.” Yun Yun immediately turned around, placing her hands behind her back, and waited for Xiao Yan to tie her up. However, Xiao Yan had decided to try a different method today. “No need to turn away—turn back around.” Xiao Yan had Yun Yun turn back toward him, then folded her upper and lower arms together and tied them in place. Similarly, he crossed her thighs and calves and tied them together, binding her into the “dog-tie” position. As he tied her long, beautiful legs, he couldn’t resist running his fingers over the stockings a few times. “Mm, very good. Now you look even more like a cute little kitten.” Xiao Yan watched Yun Yun, whose arms and legs were folded so she could only support her body with her elbows and knees, and clapped his hands with a satisfied smile. He couldn’t resist reaching out to pinch her cheeks; seeing her cheeks puff out like that was absolutely adorable. “Come on, Yun’er, walk around a few times like this.” ” Xiao Yan lifted Yun Yun from the bed and set her on the floor, having her walk in the “dog-bound” posture. Of course, to prevent her elbows and knees from getting sore, Xiao Yan thoughtfully wrapped a thick pad around her fourth point of contact. Having been completely transformed into a “little kitten” by Xiao Yan, Yun Yun could only crawl on the floor on her elbows and knees in this state, while Xiao Yan followed alongside her, admiring her graceful movements as she crawled. Due to her posture, Yun Yun’s pert buttocks swayed naturally as she crawled, causing her cat tail to sway along with them—a sight that was both sexy and adorable. Watching Yun Yun crawl forward while sensually swaying on the ground, Xiao Yan was very satisfied; he felt he had taken another step closer to his goal. As long as he continued like this, given time, he would surely be able to train Yun’er into the image he envisioned. As for Xiao Yan’s ultimate goal, it was naturally for Yun’er to be both his beloved wife and his little slave—and sometimes even his pet. Imagining the Head of the Yunlan Sect behaving so docile and endearing before him filled Xiao Yan with a deep sense of accomplishment. Indeed, at this moment, all it would take was to slip a collar around Yun Yun’s neck and lead her by the leash for her to truly become Xiao Yan’s little pet. For a split second, Xiao Yan did indeed consider putting a collar on Yun Yun, but after a moment’s thought, he decided against it. He felt that such matters should be approached gradually—there was no need to rush. Xiao Yan took out a small leather whip and lightly flicked it against Yun Yun’s pert buttocks. “Little kitty, crawl a little faster.”

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yan was slightly stunned, "Don't you want to be tied up anymore?" "No, it's not..." Xiao Yixian shook her head, biting her lip as if hesitating about something. After a moment, as if gathering courage, she looked up and said, "Xiao Yan, can I try what you usually do with Medusa and Yun Yun?" After saying that, Xiao Yixian's pretty face turned red. Heaven knows how much determination she had to say this. Xiao Yan was first stunned, then overjoyed. It seemed that Xiao Yixian was also starting to fall. He thought he would need to do more psychological preparation to conquer her, but he didn't expect this girl to speak up first. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan tried to act as usual and said, "It's possible, but have you really thought it through? It won't be as simple as just tying you up then, and it will definitely be tighter than you are now." "Yes, I've thought it through, Xiao Yan, just do it." Xiao Yixian nodded, her tone very firm. "Alright, then I'll begin." Xiao Yan said, flipping his hand and taking out more ropes from his storage ring. "Since it's your first time, I'll give you a simple one, a 'sea shrimp binding'." Xiao Yan turned Xiao Yixian around to face away from him, and then began to tie her arms. However, this time, instead of simply tying her hands behind her back, he bent both of her forearms upwards, tying them into a 'behind-the-back Guanyin' pose. Not only that, but he also used ropes that went around her chest to tightly press Xiao Yixian's arms against her back, leaving no gap whatsoever. This position bent and twisted Xiao Yixian's arms to their limit, leaving no room for movement. Just the binding of her arms made Xiao Yixian's face show discomfort. However, this was not the end. Next came the binding of her legs. Xiao Yixian was still wearing the gray pantyhose she had on when Xiao Yan brought her here. Xiao Yan spread Xiao Yixian's legs apart into a cross-legged sitting position. In this position, the triangular area under Xiao Yixian's skirt was completely exposed to Xiao Yan, and even the sexy underwear under her pantyhose was clearly visible. Xiao Yan subconsciously reached out to tease Xiao Yixian's private parts, but he ultimately held back. He and Xiao Yixian were just starting, and it was better not to break that thin veil of paper so quickly. After Xiao Yan arranged Xiao Yixian's legs, he wrapped the rope around her ankles a few times to tie her legs together. Then, he took out another section of rope, connected it to the rope around her chest, and tightened it forcefully, forcing Xiao Yixian's entire upper body down to the limit, almost stacking it on top of her legs. After wrapping this rope around a few times and tying the final knot at her chest, the sea shrimp binding was complete. Xiao Yan clapped his hands and stood up, looking at Xiao Yixian, who was almost tied into a ball of flesh. The sea shrimp binding was undoubtedly a very restrictive binding method among many, and Xiao Yan had tied it even tighter than usual this time. However, for the person being bound, especially for someone experiencing this binding method for the first time, it was undoubtedly quite uncomfortable. Xiao Yan stroked Xiao Yixian's back and asked with concern, "How is it, Xiao Yixian, can you take it? If not, I'll loosen it for you." However, Xiao Yixian stubbornly shook her head. Although her expression showed great pain and her pretty face was flushed, she still indicated that she was fine and could endure it. Xiao Yan was somewhat touched by this. After all, even now, Cai Lin was not this obedient. "Alright, then let me see what I should do next?" Xiao Yan pretended to think, but he already had an idea. He leaned down and began to tickle Xiao Yixian's exposed gray-stockinged feet. Among Xiao Yan's many methods of discipline, tickling, especially tickling the soles of the feet, was undoubtedly his most commonly used introductory method. All the beauties he had played with so far had started by tickling their feet. Of course, Cai Lin was an exception; for her, this was a trump card. And this move was indeed always effective. None of those women were not afraid of tickling, especially cultivators. With the nourishment of fighting energy and the essence of heaven and earth all year round, their bodies were naturally much more sensitive than ordinary women. Xiao Yixian was no exception. Under Xiao Yan's tickling, she immediately struggled and laughed. Of course, it was more of a struggle, just a slight shake of her feet. After all, her whole body was tightly bound, leaving no room for movement. And this degree of struggle naturally could not escape Xiao Yan's fingers. "Hahahaha... hee hee... hahaha ha ha ha... Why do you... hee hee ha ha ha ha ha... always like to tickle girls... Hehe hahahaha hahahaha!" Xiao Yixian laughed enchantingly. However, to be fair, her reaction and laughter were much smaller than Cai Lin's, even less than Yun Yun's. She was indeed ticklish, but not astonishingly so. Among the women, she could only be considered average. However, thinking about it, it was not surprising. Cai Lin's ticklishness was due to her special physical structure. Yun Yun, as the sect leader of the Misty Cloud Sect, had lived a life of luxury for many years. The same was true for Yanran and Ya Fei, who were noble ladies from wealthy families. Compared to them, Xiao Yixian was just an ordinary girl from the common folk before, so naturally, she wasn't as delicate as those women. After tickling for a while, Xiao Yan found it boring and stopped. However, he quickly came up with another idea. He took out a gag and a small teacup. First, he put the gag on Xiao Yixian, and then placed the teacup under her ankle, below her mouth. "Xiao Yixian, you'll stay here and behave yourself from now on. This gag will make your saliva flow. When your saliva fills this small bowl, I'll untie you," Xiao Yan said softly as he stroked Xiao Yixian's delicate body. "If you move around and knock over this teacup, hehe, then you'll be tied up like this for the whole night." After Xiao Yan finished speaking, he clapped his hands and left Xiao Yixian's side. Xiao Yixian could only sit on the bed motionlessly. Just as Xiao Yan had said, the presence of the gag made it impossible for Xiao Yixian to swallow her saliva. Soon, her mouth was full of saliva, which dripped down through the gaps of the gag, forming a long silver thread in mid-air before falling into the teacup. The valiant female general bent her knees and knelt heavily before Xiao Yan. She pressed her forehead firmly against the cold floor, prostrating herself, and with a voice that was almost choked but had to be clear, she respectfully called out, "Master." The moment she uttered those two words, Yao Ye felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation surge into her heart, and her eyes instantly turned red. Xiao Yan looked down at her from above, naturally knowing how much resistance and humiliation the princess harbored in her heart, but he didn't care at all, nor was he worried. In Xiao Yan's view, he now had overwhelming power over the Jia Ma Royal Family. This unequal status determined that he didn't need to waste his emotions. When facing Cai Lin, Xiao Yixian, or even Yun Yun, he would still use coaxing, deceiving, and gentle guidance to make them fall little by little. But for Nalan Yanran, and for Yao Ye in front of him, he was too lazy to spend too much effort on cultivating any feelings or using PUA tactics. For female slaves with such a vast disparity in power, he could just push through directly. As for whether she liked it now or had any resistance, it wasn't a problem in Xiao Yan's eyes. Didn't like it? Then after taking her back, he could conduct some high-intensity slave training and torment. A strong person with absolute power could act so presumptuously. The best example was Nalan Yanran. Xiao Yan had subjected her to extreme torment and brutality, always treating her like a bitch, ordering her around without a shred of gentleness. But what was the result? Nalan Yanran was now the most subservient and the one who couldn't leave him. Yao Ye's current resistance, in Xiao Yan's eyes, was just the awkwardness of a beginner. As long as he took her back and slowly reformed her, smoothing her pride with ropes and whips, she would eventually become as obedient as Yanran. Xiao Yan slowly stood up from his chair and walked around Yao Ye, who was kneeling on the ground. He looked at Yao Ye's humble posture of prostration, his gaze fell on her trembling back due to shame and anger, and he nodded with satisfaction, "Well, you've passed the first hurdle of recognizing a master. As for the rules of being a female slave, I'll teach you them one by one later." As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yan's originally calm aura erupted. He didn't give Yao Ye any time to react. His figure flashed, and he appeared behind her, suddenly making a move to press the unsuspecting princess directly onto the floor. "Ah!" Yao Ye let out a startled cry. Xiao Yan's knee pressed firmly against her lower back, pinning her down so she couldn't move. Then, Xiao Yan's powerful hands grabbed her arms and roughly twisted them behind her back. He casually drew a bundle of tough ropes from his storage ring and began to tie her arms. At this moment, Xiao Yan was not in a hurry to strip off Yao Ye's close-fitting battle armor that symbolized her status. Instead, he felt a sense of conquest from being tied up while wearing this cold armor. Yao Ye cried out in pain. The tearing sensation in her arms made her instinctively want to struggle and resist, but her body was firmly suppressed by Xiao Yan, and the "contract" in her heart made her not dare to truly use her fighting energy to counterattack. She could only endure the severe pain while shouting, "Xiao Yan... be gentler! It hurts!" However, Xiao Yan turned a deaf ear to her pleas. He exerted force with both hands, twisting Yao Ye's jade-like arms backward to an extremely dangerous physiological limit. He forcibly made her elbows turn upwards, her forearms crossed, and the ropes tightened rapidly under Xiao Yan's precise wrapping. The pain, as if her bones were about to dislocate, made Yao Ye feel like her arms were about to break. Her whole body convulsed violently from the pain. Finally, her arms were tied by Xiao Yan into a huge "W" shape in an extremely twisted posture. The ropes dug deeply into the gaps of the armor, making her chest more prominent and her hands completely immobilized. After tying her up, Xiao Yan effortlessly lifted Yao Ye from the ground with one hand and sat back in the chair. Then, he naturally placed Yao Ye across his legs, making her lie prone in a humiliating posture. With her hands tied behind her back, Yao Ye couldn't maintain her balance and could only press her abdomen tightly against Xiao Yan's thighs, with her slender legs in stockings barely supporting her on the ground to maintain her balance and prevent herself from falling awkwardly. In this close proximity, Yao Ye could clearly feel the domineering and cold aura emanating from Xiao Yan, as well as the cruel reality of her being a slave, being manipulated at will by her master. Xiao Yan's palm slid down the edge of Yao Ye's armor at her waist. Although she was still covered in cold battle armor, preventing Xiao Yan from fully appreciating the softness of her body, this did not prevent him from exploring this body full of wild beauty. Xiao Yan casually lifted Yao Ye's battle skirt, which symbolized royal dignity. Instantly, a rounded outline tightly wrapped in flesh-colored stockings appeared before his eyes without any obstruction. "Hmm, it is indeed quite rounded," Xiao Yan commented in a low voice. He stared at the pair of perky buttocks that were close at hand and found that Yao Ye's buttocks were even rounder than Cai Lin's and Yun Yun's. It wasn't just plumpness due to fat accumulation, but an extremely firm and high curve, like the peachy buttocks of those girls on Earth who were obsessed with squats in the gym, as Xiao Yan remembered. Because she had been riding horses and fighting on the battlefield for many years, coupled with high-intensity physical training, this pair of rounded buttocks appeared full of tension under the restraint of the stockings, presenting an extremely healthy hemispherical shape. Xiao Yan's gaze continued downward, falling on the thighs supporting the ground. These sturdy thighs were not only rounder and thicker than those of his "little treasures" beside him, but because she was forced to lie on Xiao Yan's legs and her feet had to exert force to barely maintain balance, the muscle lines that subtly surged under the skin could be clearly seen through the almost transparent flesh-colored stockings. That sense of explosive power was far from slender and delicate, but it exuded a captivating feminine wildness. Xiao Yan couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration. As expected of a female general who had fought on the battlefield, if this figure were in Western countries on Earth, she would be a top-tier fitness model, a sporty beauty that could drive countless men crazy. He recalled the beauties in his harem. Even Cai Lin, who was known for her physical strength and beast-like physique, was not of this muscularly firm style in her human form. Cai Lin's strength came from her Medusa Queen bloodline talent, not from acquired training. In her human form, she still maintained an excellent proportion of a slender waist and jade legs. Besides her proud breasts, her overall figure leaned more towards a seductive curvilinear beauty. Yao Ye, as a pure human, achieved that strength through constant training and combat, so her body naturally appeared stronger. Feeling Xiao Yan's undisguised scorching gaze fixed on her shameful parts, Yao Ye, lying on Xiao Yan's legs, trembled violently with shame. She had never imagined that her proud body, honed for battle, would be treated as some kind of exotic material for him to play with in Xiao Yan's eyes. Just then, Xiao Yan's large and warm palm suddenly raised, and then heavily slapped Yao Ye's buttocks. The crisp sound of "slap" was particularly abrupt in the silent tent. Xiao Yan's large hand, through the smooth flesh-colored stockings, began to knead wantonly. This touch was even more astonishing than he had imagined. The texture was not just rounded, but also possessed an astonishing elasticity. Because of the extremely developed muscles, the moment the buttocks were pressed down, a strong rebound force would be generated, as if resisting the master's invasion.

Pain and shame intertwined, Yaoye could no longer maintain her princess's demeanor. A choked cry, distorted from its usual elegance, escaped her throat: "Ah... stop it! Xiao Yan... it hurts so much! Let go!" However, Xiao Yan remained deaf to the Imperial Grand Princess's pleas. Not only was there no trace of pity in his eyes, but he continued to exert pressure with his palm, even deliberately twisting his wrist. The fabric he held dug deeper, its rough texture grinding against her sensitive flesh. Then, with a sudden surge of strength, Xiao Yan pulled with a force like a snapping bowstring. "Riiiiip—!" The piercing sound of tearing fabric echoed through the tent. Yaoye's exquisite, custom-made royal undergarment was, under Xiao Yan's sheer brute force, ripped into several tattered pieces. With a casual flick, Xiao Yan yanked the shredded remnants from beneath Yaoye's stockings, bunching them together in his hand to examine them for a moment. His gaze shifted from the torn cloth to Yaoye's trembling form, now stripped of her last defense. He declared, "Remember, as my slave girl, there is one fundamental rule—from now on, forever and ever, you are never to wear panties. At all times, this place must remain open, so I can check whenever I please." Yaoye's face burned crimson with shame. The humiliation that surged from the depths of her soul threatened to overwhelm her reason. She had thought being knelt and bound was the limit, never imagining this man's depravity. She lifted her head sharply, her usually spirited face now flushed with furious indignation. Just as she was about to unleash a torrent of curses at Xiao Yan's perverse rules, the next moment brought an even more devastating blow. Xiao Yan gave her no chance to vent her anger. His large hand moved like lightning, forming the torn undergarment, still warm with Yaoye's body heat and residual fluids, into a tight ball. The instant Yaoye opened her mouth, he shoved it forcefully inside. Yaoye's eyes widened in horror, her pupils constricting. Instinctively, she tried to push the shameful foreign object out with her tongue, to twist her head away. But her strength was insignificant against Xiao Yan's. His hand clamped onto her jaw like a vise, forcing the fabric ball deep into her throat. Soon, Yaoye's alluring lips were bulging with the shredded remnants of her underwear, her cheeks distended and deformed. All that escaped were faint, muffled "mmph" sounds, rendering any protest impossible. What made her feel even more nauseous and profoundly humiliated was the immediate invasion of her mouth by the musky scent of her own nether regions. The warm, damp odor assaulted her taste buds, a constant reminder of her abject status. She tried desperately to spit it out, only to find herself utterly incapable. The humiliation, the disgust, and the utter helplessness of being completely dominated converged, transforming into a stream of crystalline tears that traced a path down the Imperial general's cheeks, dripping onto Xiao Yan's leg. Xiao Yan did not linger to caress Yaoye's body further. His deep-set eyes swept across the tent. He knew this was, after all, the encampment of the Imperial army. Despite his overwhelming power, lingering too long in the commander's tent could prove troublesome if an oblivious officer entered to report military matters, or if that old man Jia Xing Tian grew suspicious and decided to visit. The immediate priority was to complete the transfer discreetly, to take this most beautiful of Imperial spoils back to his own tent, and then to transport her quietly to the specially constructed base in the Jiama Imperial City. Only in that completely sealed environment would he have ample time and means to systematically break down this female general's defenses and indulge in deep, thorough reconditioning. Looking at Yaoye, gagged and whimpering with the undergarment in her mouth, Xiao Yan retrieved a wide strip of black, specially made adhesive tape from his storage ring. With one hand, he held down Yaoye's struggling head and roughly, yet precisely, pressed the tape onto her lips, wrapping it around the back of her head. This effectively sealed off her last avenue for sound. Then, Xiao Yan proceeded to bind Yaoye's legs with rope. The once valiant and imposing female general could now only helplessly feel the cold rope coil around her shapely thighs, clad in flesh-toned stockings. Xiao Yan showed no tenderness, instead forcefully pressing her feet, clad in silver high-heeled battle boots, together for stability. The rope wound round and round, from the base of her thighs down to her ankles, each loop constricting the soft flesh beneath the stockings, causing it to subtly indent. Thus, Yaoye's preliminary binding was complete. While speed was prioritized over intricate, artistic methods, this simple, brutal, and tight binding was more than sufficient to ensure that even a Dou Wang level fighter like Yaoye would be absolutely incapable of breaking free through significant movement, nor could she emit any sound that might cause a disturbance.

Beneath their buttocks, the soles of four pairs of feet were also exposed. Due to the posture of kneeling with their bottoms raised, their soles faced upwards, the arches of their feet pointing towards the door. In the lamplight, the curve of their arches and the contours of their toes were clearly visible. Each pair of delicate feet was securely locked by iron cuffs, fixed to the rack beneath them, allowing only the toes to move slightly, curling and stretching intermittently. Without a doubt, these were Xiao Yan's four little treasures. The one in black stockings was Cai Lin. Her tall, slender figure and her impossibly ample bosom and curvaceous hips were unmatched anywhere in the Jiama Empire. Even through the stockings, one could discern the power contained within her legs. The one in flesh-colored stockings was Yun Yun. Even in this humiliating posture of kneeling, her form retained an uncontainable elegance, like a meticulously sculpted work of art, every line perfectly placed. The one in gray stockings was Xiao Yixian. Yao Ye still didn't know her name – the white-haired, masked woman who appeared during the rescue operation. But her slightly slender and delicate build, along with her gray-white hair, made her exceptionally unique. The one in white stockings was Nalan Yanran. The young mistress of the Yun Lan Sect. Yao Ye had been subjected to training alongside her these past few days. At this moment, she knelt side-by-side with the other three Dou Zong level female powerhouses, in the same posture, the same pose. Ever since returning from annihilating Scorpion Bi Yan and the Ten Thousand Scorpion Gate a few days ago, they had been imprisoned here by Xiao Yan. They had not left this room for days. Xiao Yan had made it clear to the four women that from now on, unless absolutely necessary for them to appear or act, they would forever be bound, with no freedom whatsoever. Yao Ye stood at the doorway, gazing at the scene before her. Her eyes swept over each of their exposed buttocks. She could guess how many days they had been here, but she hadn't expected them to have spent these days in such a manner. Not only that, but their buttocks were also writhing. However, due to the restraints, the amplitude of their movements was not large, more of a small, rhythmic swaying. Those pairs of stocking-clad feet, sometimes tensed, sometimes stretched. The toes repeatedly curled and unfurled within the iron cuffs. Each tensing made the arch of the foot more pronounced; each stretching revealed the subtle transparency of the stockings between the toes. The room was filled with muffled groans. As if welcoming Yao Ye's arrival. The sounds lingered in Yao Ye's ears, causing her already calmed heartbeat to accelerate again. Before Yao Ye could recover from her shock, Xiao Yan suddenly spoke. His gaze swept over the four slightly writhing buttocks, a smile of unknown meaning curving his lips. His tone carried a hint of mockery, "Tsk tsk, this welcoming ceremony isn't enthusiastic enough." Before his words even fell, Xiao Yan raised his right hand and snapped his slender fingers. With a crisp "snap," a faint ripple of spiritual energy spread from his fingertips, like an invisible wave, instantly enveloping the entire room. Before Yao Ye could react to what it was, she saw the few thunder crystals embedded in the rack restraining the four women suddenly light up. A faint blue glow emanated from within the crystals, followed by a subtle "sizzling" sound that spread across the surface of the thunder crystals. Then, Yao Ye witnessed the effect firsthand. The four women, bound to the rack, their bodies tensed violently almost simultaneously. Their buttocks, which had been writhing slightly, now contorted with almost uncontrollable intensity, each pair of buttocks shaking desperately as if trying to break free from the rack. Next were their feet. Those delicate, stocking-clad feet, locked by iron cuffs and only capable of slight movement, now seemed infused with some kind of power, curling and stretching with all their might. The toes repeatedly clenched and extended, each movement more forceful than the last. The toes, encased in various colored stockings, pulsed with an almost convulsive rhythm under the light, and the soles of their feet beneath the stockings bulged with clear arch lines from the exertion. Their entire bodies trembled violently. No, they convulsed. The trembling had surpassed the scope of "struggle," resembling more an uncontrollable physiological reaction. The bodies of the four women vibrated at an rapid frequency, their shoulder blades twitching beneath their skin, their backs arching and falling, causing their four large buttocks to shake incessantly amidst the violent convulsions. The muffled sounds from their gagged mouths intensified, becoming several times louder than before, deep and urgent. Xiao Yan, however, acted as if he hadn't seen anything. As if their reactions were not worth a second of his attention. His gaze fell upon Yao Ye at the doorway, "What are you still standing there for? Come in." Yao Ye snapped back to reality. She realized she had been standing at the doorway the entire time, her feet seemingly nailed to the threshold. She took a deep breath, suppressing the frantic beating of her heart, and stepped across the threshold. The door behind her slowly closed with a low creak, completely shutting out the night wind from outside. Yao Ye turned around, her gaze sweeping over the four women still convulsing on the rack, then settling on Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan was no longer paying attention to the four women. He walked directly to the bedside in another corner of the room, still carrying the unconscious Ya Fei on his shoulder. Reaching the bed, Xiao Yan shrugged his shoulder, and Ya Fei's body slid from his shoulder, falling heavily onto the soft mattress like a discarded piece of old clothing. With a dull thud, Ya Fei's delicate body landed on the mattress, even bouncing up slightly due to the elasticity before falling back down, sprawled in the center of the bed. Her head lolled limply to one side, her disheveled long hair obscuring half of her pale face. Xiao Yan stood by the bed, looking down at the unconscious woman on the bed. His movements were unhesitating. He bent down, reached out, and grabbed the collar of Ya Fei's high-slit qipao. A sharp tearing sound of fabric filled the room. Xiao Yan had no patience to undo the buttons or zipper of the qipao; he simply pulled with force, and the finely made, expensive qipao was instantly torn to shreds, revealing her fair skin beneath. Xiao Yan casually tossed the torn scraps to the floor, then reached for Ya Fei's undergarments, tearing them open just as ruthlessly. Next came the bra. Then the stockings. Finally, the panties. In a matter of mere moments, Ya Fei was stripped bare, lying naked on the bed. While Xiao Yan was busy "dealing" with Ya Fei, Yao Ye began to carefully observe Cai Lin and the other three who were bound. She hadn't seen them clearly from the doorway, only noticing the four large buttocks facing her from the rack. Now, as she approached, she finally saw what kind of device the four women were in. It was not an ordinary rack, but an extremely complex and intricate large-scale facility, cast entirely in metal, emitting a cold sheen. Yao Ye had seen many siege engines and military equipment in the army, but the precision of the device before her far surpassed her understanding of "racks" or "restraints." The four women were kneeling side-by-side on a platform. The platform was not high, about half a person's height. After the four women knelt on it, their heads were roughly level with Yao Ye's waist when standing. Yao Ye took a few steps closer, her gaze sweeping over each of the four women. They were all completely naked, wearing only a pair of pantyhose. Their hands were bound behind their backs, securely fastened by iron cuffs and leather straps on the upper bars. Their arms were tightly bound, from shoulders to wrists, every joint restrained so snugly that there was no room for movement. The bars were set very low. So low that the bodies of the four women were forcibly pressed downwards, their upper bodies pressed tightly against their legs, almost touching the platform below. Their backs were forced into an extremely low arch. And they all wore collars around their necks. Chains were attached to the collars, the other ends of which were fixed to the platform below. The chains were extremely short, preventing the women from lifting their heads at all, their faces almost touching the surface of the platform. This further forced their upper bodies downwards, their chins pressed against the platform, barely allowing them to breathe. And their legs remained in a kneeling position. Due to the pressure from their upper bodies, their legs were forced to splay to the sides of their bodies, thighs and calves folded together, also bound tightly with leather straps from the top of their thighs to their ankles, section by section. There were also specialized iron cuffs at their knees and ankles, fixing their entire legs to the platform surface, making them impossible to move.

A moment later, he kneaded and pressed each one individually, feeling the distinct textures beneath the four pairs of stockings – Cai Lin's firm fullness, Yun Yun's soft plumpness, Xiao Yixian's slender elegance, and Yan Ran's youthful elasticity. Then, he raised his hand. "Slap—" The crisp sound echoed in the room. Xiao Yan's palm landed heavily on Cai Lin's right buttock. The flesh, encased in black stockings, vibrated violently under the impact, like a stone dropped into water, sending visible ripples of flesh spreading outwards before slowly subsiding. Next was her left buttock, another "slap," and the voluptuous flesh jiggled intensely again, the surface of the stockings rippling with fine creases. Then came Yun Yun, Xiao Yixian, and Nalan Yanran. Xiao Yan's palms rose and fell rhythmically, alternating their strikes on the four stocking-clad buttocks. The crisp "slap-slap" sounds rose and fell, like a percussive beat with a distinct rhythm. With each slap, the flesh beneath would convulse violently, and as the hand lifted, waves of flesh would continue to spread. The bodies of the four women tensed with every strike, their buttocks writhing more intensely. The muffled "woo-woo" sounds from their gagged mouths grew more rapid than before, carrying a resonance of humiliation and passivity. Their legs, fixed by iron cuffs, instinctively tried to struggle, but could only twitch slightly within their limited range, the toes in their stockinged feet repeatedly curling and uncurling. Xiao Yan continued to slap the four stockinged buttocks in rotation for a long time, his palms growing slightly red, before he finally stopped with satisfaction. He lowered his head, looking at the four slightly reddened buttocks from the spanking, and nodded, as if inspecting a piece of high-quality merchandise. Then, his gaze moved downwards, settling on the soles of their feet, fully exposed by their kneeling posture. Their feet were turned upwards, soles facing the ceiling, each jade foot securely locked by iron cuffs, allowing only slight movement of the toes. The thin stockings covered the soles, outlining the clear arch of the instep and the shape of the toes. Under the soft light, the subtle indentations of the arch and the faint shapes of each toe beneath the stockings were clearly visible. Xiao Yan crouched down and extended his slender fingers. His fingertips first landed on the sole of Cai Lin's left foot. He began with a gentle touch, as if testing the water temperature, lightly tracing a path across Cai Lin's sole through the thin black stocking, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water. Cai Lin's toes instantly curled, and her entire foot recoiled slightly, but it was firmly locked by the iron cuff, unable to move an inch. Her body trembled slightly, and a low, muffled giggle escaped her gagged mouth. Xiao Yan didn't stop. His fingertips began to move. He traced back and forth across Cai Lin's sole, his pressure neither too light nor too heavy, precisely targeting the most sensitive areas of her sole through the thin stocking. The sensation transmitted through the stocking to the tender skin of her sole, then surged directly to her brain along the nerves. Cai Lin's reaction was almost instantaneous. Her entire body jolted as if electrocuted, arching violently. A series of intense muffled giggles erupted from her gagged mouth, the "woo-woo-woo" sounds squeezed from her throat, carrying a distinct sense of suppression and loss of control, as if she instinctively wanted to burst into laughter but was gagged, resulting in rapid, chaotic gasps. Her entire body writhed wildly on the device, her legs, locked by the iron cuffs, desperately trying to pull back but only thrashing futilely within their limited range. Even more dramatically, the entire frame began to shake. The "clang—clang—" sound of metal striking echoed in the room. The sturdy device creaked under Cai Lin's beast-like physical strength. If the device weren't so robust, with Cai Lin's power, she could have dismantled the entire frame. Her feet twisted frantically within the cuffs, the toes encased in black stockings curling and uncurling repeatedly, trying to escape the irritating fingertips, but with nowhere to go, they were consistently pressed precisely on the most sensitive areas of her sole, the surface of the stockings pulled into fine wrinkles. The muffled laughter from the depths of her throat grew louder. Even with the dildo blocking her mouth, the laughter was not small, low, intermittent "woo-woo" sounds squeezed from her gagged throat, carrying a peculiar, twisted rhythm. Even the mixture of milk and liquid being forced into her mouth through the dildo spurted out from her nostrils due to her violent giggles. It glistened under the light, dripping onto the platform in front of her. Immediately after, a large bubble of snot formed on the tip of her nose – a bubble formed by the mixture of milk, liquid, and nasal mucus, expanding and contracting with her gasps and muffled laughter, shimmering with a translucent sheen under the light, quite comical. As Xiao Yan tickled her sole, he chuckled and teased, "Tsk tsk, the dignified Medusa Queen, why are you blowing snot bubbles? If your subjects saw this, they probably wouldn't dare call you Queen anymore, would they?" Hearing this, Cai Lin's muffled laughter intensified. She desperately tried to control her body, to suppress the surging laughter, but it was completely impossible. The intense tickling from her sole shot through her body like an electric current. Her body writhed wildly on the device, the bubble on her nose expanding and contracting, growing larger and larger. "Woo—woo-woo-woo—" Xiao Yan continued to scratch her sole for a while longer, his fingertips pressing down at times, gently stroking at others, precisely stimulating every sensitive area. Cai Lin's body trembled under the continuous assault, her laughter now a series of broken whimpers. The black stockinged soles, from repeated struggles, glistened with fine sweat under the light of the moonstone. Only when Cai Lin was on the verge of exhaustion did Xiao Yan release his hand, stand up with satisfaction, and turn to the next. When Xiao Yan's touch reached Yun Yun's sole, her reaction was noticeably gentler than Cai Lin's. Her toes, encased in flesh-colored stockings, curled slightly. A clear, muffled giggle escaped her gagged mouth. Her laughter was not as wild as Cai Lin's, but it had its own unique rhythm, carrying a suppressed yet uncontrollable mirth that seeped from the depths of her throat, filled with the dildo. It was low, but continuous. "Mmm... mmm mmm... woo..." Her body writhed slightly on the device, her legs, locked by the iron cuffs, trembled gently. Her toes curled and uncurled, wanting to escape the irritating fingertips but trapped within the iron cuffs with nowhere to flee. Although her reaction was much less pronounced than Cai Lin's, it was still the most significant among the remaining three. Her flesh-colored stocking-clad sole moved restlessly under Xiao Yan's fingertips.

After touching enough, Xiao Yan spoke again, "Lift your upper bodies." Hearing the command, the six women obediently straightened up. Their foreheads lifted from the floor, their spines slowly straightened, transitioning from a kneeling-prone position to an upright kneeling posture. The six women knelt side-by-side on the floor, their hands still hanging at their sides, knees together, feet pointing upwards. Their bodies glowed softly under the light, and the six pairs of legs encased in stockings were neatly

Cai Lin took a deep breath, suppressing the hesitation in her chest. She straightened her back, her proud demeanor unchanged. "Hmph, this Queen would lose? Ridiculous!" The other five women, hearing her still arrogant response, felt their hostility deepen. A fire burned within them, a desire to win. Not for any punishment, but simply to prove a point – to teach this arrogant beast a lesson, to show her that human women were not to be trifled with. It was also to secure their own future positions within the harem, lest they be oppressed by this snake-woman queen. Xiao Yan watched the six women's tense standoff, a deeper smile playing on his lips. He hadn't even had time to devise complex game rules, and the situation had already evolved into exactly what he desired. The six women, without his prompting, had generated their own competitive will. This was precisely what he wanted to see. When Cai Lin saw Xiao Yan's peculiar smile, she instinctively felt a sense of unease. She knew that smile too well. Whenever Xiao Yan wore that expression, something unpleasant was sure to follow. She had known him for so long that she had long since deciphered his pattern – the more mischievous the smile, the more insidious the method. But the words had already been spoken, and she couldn't backtrack now. Moreover, she was genuinely confident in her own strength. She was a Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python, a beastly form. Even with her Dou Qi sealed, her pure physical strength was far beyond that of humans. She was confident she could win, even against the combined might of the other five women. With this thought, she pushed aside her unease, held her head high, and waited for Xiao Yan to announce the rules. However, Cai Lin overlooked one crucial point – how could Xiao Yan possibly let them engage in a simple game of tug-of-war? Since it was a game among SM female slaves, how could SM elements be excluded? Xiao Yan proceeded to tie a rope around the crotch of each of the six women, threading it between their legs, looping it around their waists, and securing it at their sides. As the ropes tightened around each woman's vulva, their bodies reacted with varying degrees of intensity. Cai Lin's legs clamped shut abruptly, Yun Yun's buttocks clenched, Xiao Yixian's waist arched instantly, Ya Fei's breathing deepened, Yao Ye's body tensed for a moment, and even Nalan Yanran let out a faint groan. Then, Xiao Yan had the six women kneel back-to-back, five on one side and one on the other. He connected the ropes from each woman's crotch with a single long rope. He adjusted the length of the rope, ensuring that at the starting position, the crotch ropes were slightly taut, not completely slack. But that wasn't all. Xiao Yan then produced a row of nipple clamps and attached one to each woman's nipple. The clamps were made of soft rubber, designed not to cause actual damage but to firmly grip the most sensitive tips. Even a slight movement would tug at the entire breast. Each clamp had a thin string attached to it, which connected to the rope at their waists. This meant that every time they exerted force to kneel forward, the rope tightening around their vulvas would pull the thin string at their waists, tugging at their nipples. With their vulvas and nipples stimulated simultaneously, each exertion was accompanied by a dual sensation of pleasure and torment. "The rules are simple," Xiao Yan announced, standing to the side with his arms crossed after completing his preparations. "You will all kneel on the ground, back-to-back. Crawl forward in your respective directions. Whoever is pulled past the center line first loses." Cai Lin's expression flickered slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. If it were merely a test of strength, she was confident. The five human women combined were no match for her. But with this method, enduring the stimulation of their groins and nipples while exerting force presented a significant disadvantage for her. Her body was simply too sensitive, especially her nether regions. The sensation of the rope repeatedly tightening and rubbing against her vulva would distract her attention with every surge of effort, preventing her from giving her all. A slight movement would tug at her nipples, and the pulling sensation would cause her body to instinctively weaken. She gritted her teeth, thinking to herself: It's fine. I'll just endure it. But deep down, she wasn't sure if her body could truly endure it. In contrast, the other five women seemed considerably more invigorated after understanding the rules. They had been somewhat worried about "Cai Lin's overwhelming strength," after all, she was a Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python, and the five of them combined might not have been able to overpower her in pure strength. But now, with the "stimulating conditions" added by Xiao Yan, their situation had changed. While their bodies were also sensitive, compared to Cai Lin, they were far better off. Cai Lin was the type of person who would tense up her entire body if someone merely touched the sole of her foot, whereas they could at least maintain basic exertion amidst the stimulation. Their gazes met for a moment, then simultaneously shifted to the figure kneeling with their backs turned to them. In five pairs of eyes, the same thought was present: "This time, we must make her suffer." Soon, the competition officially began. The six women knelt in the room, divided into two sides. Cai Lin knelt alone on one side, and the other five women knelt on the other. They were back-to-back, and the long rope in the middle connected the crotch ropes of all six women. Their hands were cuffed behind their backs, allowing only their knees to move. Every shift of their knees meant the crotch rope would be pulled, and the nipple clamps would be tugged. At Xiao Yan's command, both sides began to move their knees forward. The six pairs of silk-stocking-clad knees made a faint rustling sound on the wooden floor. The rope connecting them instantly tightened with a low, taut snap. Cai Lin had intended to grit her teeth and endure, relying on her strength advantage to pull the five women over in one go. Her plan was simple – unleash maximum power in the initial few seconds, giving the opposing side no time to react, directly unbalancing them, and winning the match in one fell swoop. However, she soon discovered that the situation was far worse than she had imagined. As the rope dug into her nether regions, rubbing against her vulva, and as the clamps tugged at her sensitive nipples with the pull of the rope – Cai Lin's mind went blank for a moment. Her body reacted faster than her consciousness. Almost simultaneously with the onset of stimulation, her waist instinctively softened, and the force of her kneeling forward was largely dissipated. The sensation was far more intense than she had anticipated. The rope embedded itself in the flesh, and with every movement, a distinct friction arose. The nipple clamps, pulled by the thin strings, tugged at the flesh of her breasts, and each exertion was accompanied by a slight tearing sensation at those two sensitive points. She had thought she could endure it, thought she could overcome it with willpower – but the moment she actually moved, her body completely disobeyed. She hadn't even managed to mobilize her body's strength before being forced to stop. Cai Lin steadied herself, took a deep breath, and forced herself to recover from that momentary blankness. She gritted her teeth and exerted force again, attempting to crawl forward. But the rope seemed to have a life of its own, tightening even more and rubbing more intensely the moment she applied force. Her body instinctively softened again, her knees stopping in place, failing to advance much. She could even feel a slight wetness developing below, the thin black silk stockings unable to withstand the sensation. Cai Lin had overestimated her willpower and underestimated her body's sensitivity. Her strength was indeed far greater than the five women opposite her, there was no doubt about that. She was a Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python, her pure physical strength far exceeding that of humans. Even with the five of them combined, she was confident in her ability to overpower them in terms of strength. But her body's sensitivity was also far greater than the five women opposite her, by an order of magnitude. Every part of her body was sensitive, let alone her vulva and nipples, which were directly stimulated – they were among the most vulnerable parts of her entire being. Every time the rope rubbed against her nether regions, every time the clamps tugged at her nipples, her body would instinctively experience a moment of weakness. It was a physiological reaction beyond her control; her muscles would relax the instant the stimulation occurred, the force in her hips would be interrupted, and her knees would lose their forward thrust. She wanted to push through, but every attempt to exert force triggered that reaction, disrupting her rhythm. Then she would have to steady herself again, adjust her breathing, and try once more. And each attempt was a new round of stimulation.

"Excellent, as expected of Queen Medusa." Xiao Yan applauded, then turned his gaze to the five women who had just won the match. He said, "Cai Lin has lost. According to the previous rules, you can now punish Cai Lin together with her." The five women were invigorated by his words. Xiao Yan walked to the center of the room, brushed his finger over his storage ring, and a large X-shaped rack appeared on the open ground. The rack was made of dark silver metal, its structure unfolding into an X-shape, with a stable base below. It was equipped with adjustable straps and buckles. Under the light, the cold metal reflected a chilling sheen. Xiao Yan patted the leather cushions on the rack and then looked at the five women, "Next, let's tie her to it first." The moment Cai Lin saw the rack, she understood everything. Xiao Yan was going to tickle her again. And he wasn't going to do it himself; he was going to do it with the other five women. She knew then that he wouldn't let her off easily after she had spoken to him so sharply earlier. She knew Xiao Yan too well. However, the thought of intense tickling, especially on the soles of her feet, sent shivers down her spine and made her scalp tingle. The sensation of fingers brushing against the soles of her feet, the itchiness that surged from her soles to her mind, the overwhelming sense of losing control... Before, being tickled by Xiao Yan alone had almost driven her mad. Later, in the Chuyun Empire, being tickled by Violet had made her feel like life was worse than death. And now, six people. Xiao Yan plus the other five women, six people attacking her simultaneously. Every sensitive spot on her body would be attended to – the soles of her feet, her armpits, her sides, the backs of her knees – each one a potential target. Cai Lin, still sitting on the ground, looked at the rack and instinctively tried to retreat. Her black-stockinged legs curled backward on the floor, hidden beneath her. Her toes also instinctively curled up. A rare look of fear appeared on her usually proud face. The rack lying quietly in the center of the room seemed like a man-eating monster in her eyes. She could imagine her tragic fate when she was tied to it – spread out like a starfish, her limbs immobilized, her armpits exposed, the backs of her knees open, the soles of her feet facing upwards, and then six hands falling upon her simultaneously, more than a dozen fingers brushing across her armpits, her sides, the soles of her feet... Seeing Cai Lin's rare expression of fear, Xiao Yan chuckled. "What? Scared?" His tone was clearly teasing, like he was playing with a startled cat. Cai Lin shifted her gaze from the rack, sweeping over Xiao Yan's smiling face, and then over the other five women surrounding her. The five women stood beside her, their eyes fixed on her, their gazes filled with a clear, undisguised anticipation, as if they all wanted to see her in a pathetic state. Cai Lin took a deep breath. She quickly adjusted her mindset, burying the fear deep within her heart. She was Queen Medusa, the supreme ruler of the Snake People. She could be afraid, but she absolutely could not show weakness in front of others. Especially not in front of these human women. If they saw her embarrassed, where would she ever be able to show her face again? "Joke, you think I'd be scared? Bring out whatever you have." Xiao Yan smiled, not exposing her, but simply nodding. "Very well, then lie down." Cai Lin stood up. Xiao Yan walked behind her and unlocked the handcuffs on her wrists. With her hands free, Cai Lin flexed her slightly sore, fair wrists and her gaze fell again on the X-shaped rack. It lay there in the center of the room, waiting for her to lie on it. She knew what awaited her once she did. She could even imagine how embarrassing her laughter would be. But she also knew she couldn't escape. Xiao Yan didn't rush her, standing beside her and waiting quietly. Cai Lin closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly opened them again. Then she took a step. Her long, black-stockinged legs moved forward, her feet, encased in black stockings, made a soft rustling sound on the wooden floor. She didn't look back, nor did she look at Xiao Yan and the five women again. She walked directly towards the rack. Reaching the rack, she looked down at it, then bent over and lay down on it. As her back touched the cold leather cushion, her body tensed slightly, but quickly relaxed. She lay on her back, her limbs spread naturally. Xiao Yan stepped forward, leaned down, and began to secure her one by one with the straps and metal clasps on the rack. Soon, Cai Lin lay before Xiao Yan and the five women in a spread-eagle position. She was completely naked, only her legs clad in the black pantyhose. Her breasts, even lying down, were still high and firm, their majestic contours particularly striking in the light. The nipple clamps had been removed, and the two pink tips, still slightly erect from being clamped, trembled gently in the air. The curve of her waist was still visible beneath the restraints of the straps, slender and smooth. Her thighs, encased in stockings, were spread apart, the arch of her feet clearly visible, her toes curled slightly as if even they knew what was about to happen. And not just the soles of her feet – her armpits were completely exposed due to her arms being spread, her fair skin gleaming with a delicate luster in the light. The soft flesh of her sides peeked out from the edges of the straps, and a specially carved round hole in the back of her knees clearly revealed the softest skin on the inside of her knees. Every sensitive spot was exposed, with no covering. Xiao Yan stepped back a few paces, crossed his arms, and looked at the woman secured on the rack, nodding with satisfaction. "Alright, the main course is served." His gaze shifted from Cai Lin to the other five women. He walked up to them and unlocked the handcuffs on their wrists one by one. Then he pointed at Cai Lin on the rack, a smile playing on his lips. "Next, it's your turn." Yes, Xiao Yan did not intend to tickle Cai Lin himself this time. He wanted the five women to do it. This arrangement had two layers of deeper meaning.

But fortunately, everything was proceeding smoothly according to plan. Among the five women, Xiao Yixian was the first to act. She was the only one among them who wasn't afraid of Cai Lin at all. She walked to Cai Lin's feet, bent down, and extended a hand, gently caressing the instep of Cai Lin's foot, which was encased in black silk stockings. Her movements were delicate, her fingertips slowly sliding along the texture of the stockings, from the instep to the ankle, and then tracing the curve of the arch downwards. "Didn't expect this, Queen Medusa," she chuckled. "We fought for so long at Black Mountain Fortress, and you've ended up in my hands like this." Cai Lin's black-stockinged foot, clamped in the foot shackles, twitched. Even with just a touch on her instep, she felt a tickle. The thin layer of stockings transmitted the warmth of Xiao Yixian's fingertips to her skin, a subtle sensation that was enough to make her toes curl slightly. Especially when Xiao Yixian's fingers would intentionally or unintentionally brush against the sole of her foot, each touch causing her body to instinctively tense up. Despite this, Cai Lin still held her head high, striving to maintain her proud demeanor. "Hmph," she snorted, her gaze sharp with disdain. "Sky Poison Girl, it wasn't just you who defeated me. It was all five of you working together. What right do you have to flaunt your victory? If you have the guts, let me go next time, break the seal, and we'll have a proper fight to see who wins and who loses." Unperturbed by Cai Lin's retort, Xiao Yixian changed the gesture of the hand caressing Cai Lin's instep. Her fingers curled slightly, extending an index finger, which then gently landed on the sole of Cai Lin's black-stockinged foot. The fingertip began to slowly slide across the arch of Cai Lin's foot. The speed was not fast, the pressure not heavy, possessing an almost elegant composure. The thin black stockings rippled under the fingertip, forming fine creases that extended from the center of the arch to the base of the toes, as if drawing an invisible line. For Cai Lin, this elegant movement was the beginning of a fatal tickle torture. The moment the finger brushed across her arch, her body jolted. Just a single finger was enough to make Cai Lin writhe on the rack, her body and that foot twisting, and a pleasant giggle escaped her lips, echoing softly in the room. "Heh heh—hehehehe—" Xiao Yixian continued to slide her finger, chuckling, "I already witnessed how ticklish Queen Medusa was in the cave before. I've always wanted to try it myself, and today I finally have the chance. Queen Medusa, you must let me have my fill." As she spoke, her finger continued to slide across the sole of Cai Lin's black-stockinged foot. Her speed remained unhurried, as if savoring every reaction from Cai Lin. Her fingertips would sometimes trace the curve of the arch, sometimes pause and press lightly on the deepest part of the arch, and sometimes move back and forth along the base of the toes. Each touch sent a slight tremor through Cai Lin's body, and each slide elicited a suppressed giggle. She wasn't tickling too hard, and Cai Lin could still speak between her giggles. Laughing, she cursed Xiao Yixian intermittently, "Heh heh—you just wait—Sky Poison Girl—heh heh heh—when I—break free—I will definitely—heh heh heh—" Her laughter and curses intertwined, fragmented, as she desperately tried to maintain her unyielding posture. Her toes repeatedly curled and uncurled beneath the black stockings, as if futilely resisting the invasion of that finger. Seeing her like this, Xiao Yixian's smile deepened. She finally stopped just probing and used both hands. One hand gripped Cai Lin's wriggling black-stockinged foot, firmly securing it to prevent further movement. The other hand, with all five fingers, began to tickle Cai Lin's sole like playing a piano. Her five fingers landed simultaneously on Cai Lin's sole, one after another, gliding across the arch in a continuous, fluid motion. Her fingertips alternated across the thin stockings, creating marks and wrinkles on the surface. The friction of her fingers and nails repeatedly snagged the stockings, only for them to spring back due to their elasticity, creating fine ripples on the surface. The five fingers moved like five fish swimming simultaneously, darting back and forth across Cai Lin's sole, each touch precisely landing on her most sensitive spots. Cai Lin's laughter immediately intensified. Her body writhed violently on the rack, her shackled hands and feet desperately trying to break free, but only managing to flail within their limited range. Her head swayed from side to side, her long black hair fanning out messily on the leather cushion, her laughter erupting from the depths of her throat, growing louder and more rapid. "Hahahaha—stop—hahahaha—Sky Poison Girl—you—hahaha—you just wait—hahahaha!" Xiao Yixian watched Cai Lin's constantly twisting black-stockinged foot and her struggling body, her smile deepening. She didn't stop; instead, she increased the rhythm of her fingers. The five fingers alternated across Cai Lin's sole, from the arch to the toes, from the toes back to the arch, moving back and forth, continuously stimulating that most sensitive skin. She even changed her technique, using one finger from each hand to circle Cai Lin's sole. Her slender fingernails scraped back and forth between the stocking fibers, each movement bringing a more intense tickle. And this was only with one of Cai Lin's feet. Xiao Yixian hadn't even fully utilized her other hand, nor had she touched any other sensitive parts of Cai Lin's body. Just this one area was enough to make Cai Lin laugh until her whole body trembled. "Hahahaha—stop—hehehehe—Sky Poison Girl—you—ha—you just wait—hahahaha—" Xiao Yixian watched her disheveled state, her smile deepening. She changed her technique, switching from five fingers to two—her index and middle fingers together, sliding evenly from the heel of Cai Lin's foot, following the curve of the arch, all the way to the base of the toes, and then returning along the same path. They paused briefly at the arch before setting off again. Each pass brought forth a light "chee chee" giggle. Although her movements were gentle, they precisely targeted that small patch of soft flesh where the arch connected to the sole—it seemed to be exceptionally sensitive, and each press caused Cai Lin's entire foot to tense up. Later, Xiao Yixian grew unsatisfied with just two fingers. She covered Cai Lin's entire sole with her palm, pressing down gently, and then began to slowly circle the sole, her palm rotating softly on the surface of the stockings, as if kneading a fabric that needed to be thoroughly permeated. This had an astonishing effect. "Hahahahahahaha—you—hehehehe—stop—hahahaha—I can't take it anymore—hahahaha!" Cai Lin's voice was laced with an uncontrolled, almost broken tremor. Xiao Yixian could even feel Cai Lin's sole warming in her palm, as if blood was rushing faster. She looked down at Cai Lin's constantly twisting foot, at the outlines of her toes bulging beneath the black stockings due to her struggles, and said with a smile, "Queen Medusa, your arch is truly amusing. I haven't even warmed up one hand, and you're already about to give in?" Cai Lin shook her head desperately while laughing, but Xiao Yixian's palm began a new round of circling. Her palm rotated slowly on the sole, as if drawing a complete flower on that thin layer of stockings—starting from the heel, tracing the arch to the center of the sole, then sliding to the base of the toes, and finally returning to the heel. Cai Lin's reaction shocked the other female slaves. Ya Fei and Yao Ye, in particular, who had joined the harem more recently, had limited knowledge of Cai Lin. They knew people could be ticklish, and they themselves would laugh, dodge, and writhe when their feet were tickled. But Cai Lin's reaction was so intense that it completely exceeded their usual understanding. Just one foot being tickled, and her laughter almost filled the entire room. They never imagined someone could be so ticklish. If it were them, they would probably need their entire bodies tickled to elicit such a reaction. In contrast, Yun Yun and Nalan Yanran were much calmer. They, along with Cai Lin, had been disciplined by Xiao Yan many times before and had witnessed Cai Lin's state when Xiao Yan tickled and disciplined her, knowing how sensitive Cai Lin's body was. Xiao Yixian, while continuing to tickle Cai Lin's sole, looked up at Yun Yun and the others, her fingers still scratching Cai Lin's sole. "Don't just stand there, come join in," she said, tickling. "This snake woman is terribly ticklish. If you miss this chance, you won't get another." Hearing her words, the four women snapped back to reality. After Xiao Yan's meticulous planning, Cai Lin's acceptance of her bet, and Xiao Yixian's lead, this series of preparations had long since dispelled their fear of Cai Lin. The once aloof Queen Medusa was now just a woman bound to a rack, trembling all over, laughing uncontrollably. They no longer needed to fear her. So, they moved. The one who rushed forward the fastest was Ya Fei—the one with the lowest cultivation in the group. Her movements were faster than anyone else's, as if afraid someone would snatch the opportunity before her. She quickly strode forward and claimed Cai Lin's other foot before anyone else could.