The Adventures of Miss Sister

Janet lay down on the edge of the bed and attempted to slowly observe the sleeping face of the saintly woman from below. But she seemed to hear a buzzing sound as well as a whimper. Her realization gradually moved upward and she finally saw the saintly woman she wanted to see, but the image in front of her was a little different than she had expected. A young woman with silver hair and blonde pupils who seemed to be about the same height as her was lying on the bed with an uncomfortable expression on her face. That stunning face made Janet fall into a brief obsession. Looking closely at the Virgin's body, she was wearing the holy maiden's uniform that represented holiness and was tightly bound by a dense mesh of ropes. Golden ropes fixed her hands parallel behind her back, and her big arms were fixed together with the ropes in front of her chest. A five-pointed star was woven on her chest, making her breasts even fuller as they were still developing. The legs were spread apart and the legs were secured together. A buzzing sound came from between the spread legs, making the Virgin blush and her hands kept squeezing the sheets with force, leaving deep marks. She also tried to untie the rope, but the golden rope was made of her own sacred lining with special materials, specially designed to restrain her. Therefore, she would never be able to untie it by herself. Her mouth should have been stuffed with something and then sealed with white tape, thus completely cutting off the possibility of her calling for help. Although in this place, no matter how much she called for help, no one responded. Below her, the Sacred Power Extractor was constantly stimulating her pussy, discharging her juices and draining her of her Sacred Power, making her look like a normal human being. Janet knew exactly what the prosthetics were for. It turned out that the Virgin had been in such a state all along, and the prosthetics had been magically placed on the Virgin to cover her up in the thick robes she wore. Janet let out an unintentional gasp, which was also noticed by the Virgin. The Virgin looked at Janet begging to be ungagged. "Oooooooh!" Janet knew exactly what she meant, and carefully tore the tape away, allowing her to spit out the white stockings inside. "Ahem ahem!" The Virgin looked at Janet, a young woman she had never met before. "You, hello. Holy Maiden, I... Did you learn something extraordinary?" "No, it's alright. I've been treated like this for almost 2 years now, and for someone to finally show up to save me, I can't thank you enough." "I-I'm also a nun of the Order. I'm afraid I can't save you." "Put it down, I've been waiting for an opportunity like this to present itself. Finally, I've waited for someone who can find it here! Hello, my name is Lilith Christie, just call me Lilith. And you are?" The scene in the room was as follows. The nuns had stripped Lilith bare again, as per the request, to present the saint in her purest form. This meant she was to be delivered without a stitch of clothing, simply packaged and sent off. Though she didn't understand the peculiar demand, the nuns would only follow orders. This time, they didn't use the ropes fashioned from Lilith's holy power, but replaced them with purple ones. These ropes subtly pulsed with a lustful energy, and Lilith felt a surge of arousal the moment she was bound. But her struggles were so feeble. Her holy power seemed to have vanished, reminding her of the water from last night. This time, the nuns were not as accommodating as they were last night. After stripping Lilith, they bound her arms behind her back, straight and tight. Four coils per section, from her upper arms to her wrists, eight sets in total, then a knot secured them vertically in the middle. Four coils wrapped above her breasts, connecting to her arms, then several more wound through the center, forming a pentagram of rope. The excess cord was pulled down, encircling her waist several times, then threaded through her crotch, where it was knotted repeatedly and pulled taut. The large knot settled perfectly into Lilith's clit, bringing with it an intense stimulation. Tears welled in her eyes, but the nuns showed no sign of stopping. They bound her with immense force, the ropes digging deeply into her flesh. The saint's holy power ensured her body's health and circulation; even with suppressed production, her body would remain unharmed. Her legs were also bound with the purple ropes, from her thighs all the way to her feet. Nine sets in total, each secured with a vertical knot, just like her arms. Then, the nuns tore off the tape, removing her underwear. "You! Where are you taking me? I have no ability to resist, why do you need to bind me so cruelly?" "Apologies, this is the client's request. Please bear with it, Your Highness." Before Lilith could utter another word, her mouth was gagged with a soft purple ball. The nuns then produced a purple blindfold and earplugs, fitting them onto Lilith before deeming their work complete. Now, with Lilith thoroughly bound, the ropes seemed to come alive. The knots automatically vanished, the lock on the gag, the clasp on the blindfold all disappeared, clinging tightly to her body. The ropes began to emit a strange restlessness, especially the knot below Lilith, which started to stimulate her clit, causing it to secrete fluid. After finishing dinner in the room, she was taken to the bathroom to be cleaned. The maids here were very professional, and there was no teasing as she might have imagined. After bathing and changing into a nightgown, she was taken back to her room. "I'd like to ask something." As the maids led her away from the bathroom, Jeanette wanted to inquire about Lilith and Vanessa, but the maids completely ignored her, responding only with cold indifference. "Please recognize your situation." They said nothing about the others. Back in the room, Jeanette had no choice but to comply with the maids' instructions, lying obediently on the bed. This time, the maids did not intend to bind her with ropes. Instead, they produced golden chains from the four corners of the bed and fastened them to her limbs. Then, they turned a mechanism on the bed, ensuring Jeanette's range of movement was confined to the bed itself. This surprised all the maids. From what they knew of Roxana, restraining the young girl until she was completely immobile with ropes was precisely what she enjoyed most. Roxana relished witnessing the futile struggles of young girls trapped in desperate situations, watching their hopes dwindle bit by bit until they finally succumbed to despair. In other words, she wouldn't discard them until she had thoroughly broken them. But Jeanette was an exception. Though she didn't know where Roxana had found Jeanette and the others, when they were brought back, Jeanette was wearing a nun's habit. It was somewhat tattered, but it was still recognizable as belonging to someone from the Church. Lilith and Vanessa, on the other hand, were dressed in maid outfits, perhaps Jeanette's attendants? However, they were all attractive, suggesting they might all be from the Church. This was the extent of their speculation about the three of them. The other maids dared not pry further, lest they too fall prey to Roxana's clutches if she found out. It was no wonder Roxana held almost complete sway in this place. Jeanette looked at the golden chains on her limbs. After the maids left, she attempted to struggle, but as expected, her current strength was utterly insufficient. The chains even bore small magical arrays to prevent them from being broken. It seemed that woman truly valued her, to use such precious magical artifacts on her. Perhaps this was just the beginning; Jeanette had no idea what that woman had planned for her next. Her primary objective now was to recover her holy power and reunite with Lilith and the others. She wondered how they were doing. Jeanette lay flat on the bed. The bed was likely too soft, and coupled with the extreme fatigue she had endured for so long, she soon drifted off to sleep. It wasn't until the next day, when a maid drew back the curtains, allowing sunlight to stream into the room. "Miss, it's time to wake up." A familiar voice sounded. Jeanette rubbed her eyes. Her golden hair, which had been neatly arranged the night before, had become disheveled again after a night's sleep. "Haaah~" She stretched, but then Jeanette quickly felt several strange gazes fixed upon her, which immediately put her on guard. She was still imprisoned. Seeing this, the maids said nothing more and proceeded to attend to Jeanette as they had the day before. Once she was ready, Jeanette changed into the same golden dress from yesterday. However, this time, the maids did not equip her with any restraints. Instead, they led the way, walking in front of her. Jeanette found it strange but followed, silently sensing that her holy power had recovered nearly halfway. Janet listened to the sounds outside the door while Vanessa pulled aside a sheer curtain in the room, discovering another chamber. The door to this new room was unremarkable and opened easily. Vanessa stepped into the room alone. Inside, she found an array of instruments for tormenting women: a wooden horse, rope restraints, various types of racks... Looking at these implements and the surroundings, Vanessa felt a strange sense of congruity. A peculiar sound emanated from somewhere within. Vanessa followed the noise. Gradually, the sound became clearer. A muffled whimpering, accompanied by the thrum of some kind of vibrator. Pulling back the curtain from where the sound originated, Vanessa revealed a naked woman with silver-blue hair. Scattered around the bed were pale blue lace bra and panties. Her body was tightly bound with purple ropes, leaving no possibility of escape. Her hands were secured behind her back, fixed in a W-shape. Intricate ropes crisscrossed in front, forming a diamond-shaped net. A dark purple mark pulsed visibly on her abdomen. A collar around her neck was attached to a chain, the other end of which was securely fastened to the headboard. Her legs were forced apart and folded, bound together at the thighs, presenting an M-shaped posture to Vanessa. Her secret garden was thus fully exposed to Vanessa's view. Two vibrators of unknown depth were inserted into her cunt and anus, operating ceaselessly. The woman had tried to dislodge the vibrators, but the ropes holding them in place were unyielding. The bedsheets were already stained with multiple layers of moisture, suggesting she had been confined here for some time. She hadn't noticed Vanessa's arrival, her vision completely obscured by an eyepatch. Her mouth was stuffed with her own stockings and panties, then further gagged with a horse bit. All her attention was focused on resisting the vibrators below. "Mmmph! Mmmph! ❤!" The woman was brought to another climax, her body trembling uncontrollably before she could regain her breath. She had no idea how long she had been imprisoned here; the passage of time had become a blur. Her existence consisted of either being trained or being left like this for days. Vanessa, her face flushed, left the room to tell Janet and Frena about what she had found. "Silver-blue hair?" Frena immediately thought of her master, the Ice Witch, Elune El! The three then re-entered the room and saw Elune, weakened after her recent climax. "Master!" Frena's cry finally brought some semblance of lucidity back to Elune. Vanessa and Janet cooperated, attempting to untie Elune. However, these were no ordinary ropes; no knots could be found. In the end, they could only remove the eyepatch and the horse bit. "Cough, cough! Mas-master~" Frena was shocked. Her master, the once powerful Ice Witch, Elune El, had spoken these words. When Elune finally saw Frena and two unfamiliar individuals, the self she had almost lost through training finally returned. "Cough, cough! You... you're Frena? Why are you still here? Didn't I tell you not to leave the Witch's Manor?" Frena's consciousness gradually returned from the depths of carnal desire. Her voice regained some of its former coldness. But seeing Frena in a situation similar to her own, Elune recalled that she might have let something slip during her own training by Eve. Her expression darkened. She had been stripped of her Ice Witch abilities, reduced to an ordinary woman, possessing only a witch's physique but no offensive power. "I'm sorry, Frena. Your capture here might be my fault." Then, she produced a pair of white, thigh-high stockings that emitted a faint, pleasant scent and personally put them on Jeanette. "Almost forgot to prepare these." Next, several small, square boxes connected to spherical objects, a set of toys, were placed before Jeanette. However, the succubus had no intention of inserting them yet. Instead, she picked up a bundle of ropes. Purple ropes were draped over Jeanette's shoulders and tightened behind her back, binding her arms. Her arms were then twisted behind her, and her straight limbs were tightly bound from upper arm to wrist, forming a Y-shape. The ropes then continued from her arms, cinched around her waist towards her nipples, and after repeatedly wrapping around her chest four times, they tightened. From beneath her breasts, they converged upwards, meeting the ropes around her arms and back, twisting into a single pillar. To ensure her hands were pressed firmly against her back, after reinforcing the arm bindings longitudinally, the ropes were wrapped around her waist, creating a 'sheep' shape. The excess rope in front was clearly intended for other purposes. At this moment, the succubus glanced at the blushing Jeanette with a smile. "Don't worry, little lady. I'm very gentle." She then lifted Jeanette's panties and inserted two 'Sources of Pleasure' into her vulva. Her anus was not spared, and one was inserted there as well. Subsequently, she tied two knots with the excess rope, precisely positioned to secure the two devices, preventing the 'Sources of Pleasure' from being squeezed out. The ropes then wrapped from her crotch to her rear, connecting to the wrist bindings. This way, any significant movement of her hands would cause the knots to help stimulate her tender vulva and anus. The small square boxes were then placed to be held by the stockings. "Mmmph~" Jeanette witnessed the entire process in the floor-to-ceiling mirror before her, but dared not make a sound. "What? Already excited before we've even begun? In that case, I'll change the order a bit." The succubus produced a brand new pair of stockings, stuffed them into Jeanette's mouth, and then secured it with a purple, hollowed-out gag, preventing her from spitting them out. She then flipped a switch. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" The sudden stimulation caused Jeanette to go limp, but she was held up. "I know you don't want anyone to hear your lovely voice, little lady, and you're shy about it." The treatment of her thighs was simple. Four ropes per thigh, from the root to the sole of the foot, were applied in ten sets, each reinforced longitudinally in the middle. This completed the human pillar. "You smell so good, little lady~" The succubus greedily inhaled the air around Jeanette. She even playfully teased Jeanette's sensitive nipples and finally produced several circular patches. Reaching under Jeanette's nightgown, she placed the patches on her nipples, and then affixed several more to the inner thighs. "These magic patches are quite comfortable, aren't they? You haven't experienced them before, have you?" With that, she channeled magical energy into the patches. "Mmmph!" The sudden electric shock caught Jeanette off guard, and she began to struggle violently. "Hush now~ It's time for you to sleep." Finally, the succubus produced an eye mask and placed it on Jeanette, plunging her vision into complete darkness. The succubus chanted an incantation, and the ropes on Jeanette's body seemed to come alive, tightening further. What she couldn't see was that the knots at the ends of the ropes were automatically merging and disappearing into the bindings. "Go and rejoin your companions." The succubus carried Jeanette towards the room where they had been held previously. Inside the room, the others had also been bound and placed there. However, Elenel received special attention and was placed on a wooden horse. Her legs were forcibly spread apart, and ropes were used to bind her thighs together, then connected to the lock on the wooden horse's base to prevent her from moving. Without a doubt, the waiters and internal staff here were all succubi, and she watched Eloise respectfully, awaiting her command. "Hmm, how is my dear pet?" "Her divine power has been completely drained through several pleasure seals, providing considerable energy for the magic circle." "Is that so? I'll go take a look." Eloise walked alone towards a small room. Inside, there was only a black iron chest, less than half Eloise's height. The exterior was extremely sturdy, reinforced multiple times with magic. Eloise snapped her fingers, and the locked chest automatically opened. A decadent aroma wafted out from within the chest. Inside, a woman knelt, clad in a black restraint suit. The interior of the chest wasn't hard iron, but rather soft, comfortable padding. The tight black restraint suit completely encased the woman's body. Her thighs were bound together by restraints, forcing her into a kneeling position. A carapace-shaped restraint secured her ample body, which was covered by a black latex suit. Black restraint gloves were on her hands, followed by a single gauntlet. Outside the gauntlet, a restraint strap about three fingers wide tightly bound her elbows and wrists. Additional restraints extended from the four corners of the chest, firmly securing her body and legs within the box. A black chain was securely bolted to the base of the chest, its other end attached to a black collar around the woman's neck, forcing her to keep her head bowed. Upon closer inspection, a buzzing sound could be heard emanating from between her legs. Kelly had tried to struggle, but it was all in vain. She knew they wouldn't kill her, but they would drain her value as much as possible. Now, trapped in this small black box, she could do nothing but think. From time to time, the small toy beneath her would disrupt her consciousness just as it was beginning to clear. Her body, no, she was even starting to grow somewhat fond of this sensation. With the succubi's magic, they could keep the small toy below 'working' permanently. Of course, that's exactly what they were doing now. Inside the chest, a few small bottles could be seen, containing a trace of pinkish liquid and emitting a faint fragrance. "Sigh, I didn't expect them to treat the Duke like this? I specifically told them to entertain you properly." The one confined in the chest was none other than Duke Winter, captured by Eloise herself not long ago. Unfortunately, she was completely unable to hear Eloise's words. Even if she could, she likely wouldn't have the capacity to respond. Kelly was also wearing a black leather hood, and her mouth was gagged with a ball gag. A few drops of liquid could be seen on the gag. Eloise reached in and first removed the piston of the gag. It was a deep-throat gag, and when she pulled it out, it was covered in Duke Winter's saliva. She then removed the ball gag. "Cough, cough, cough! Cough!" Eloise did not remove Kelly's hood, but directly asked. "Your Grace, are you satisfied with the hospitality of my subordinates?" "Cough! Your scheme must have been in preparation for a long time, right? To control so many places in such a short period." Although Kelly couldn't see, she knew the person before her was the succubus who had captured her. Now, she had to respond while enduring the stimulation from below, amplified by aphrodisiacs and pleasure seals. "You can still maintain a degree of clarity. Truly worthy of being a Duke~" The four had already changed into their ceremonial robes for the day and were now walking towards the small room. Upon arriving at the room, they pushed open the door and opened the windows, allowing sunlight to stream in, illuminating the young woman currently bound tightly by ropes. "Mmph! Mmmph?!" Hearing the commotion, Jeanette tried to roll over, signaling for them to untie her. Unfortunately, she could only move a little, appearing to the four like a wriggling worm. Jeanette was wearing a white nightgown. A net of black ropes, woven into a tortoise shell pattern, tightly bound her upper body. Her hands were twisted behind her back, secured by eight sets of ropes in a straight-arm restraint, keeping her arms held together in a Y-shape, pressed firmly against her back. A pentagonal rope net around her chest forced her to arch her back, making her already noticeable breasts swell further, even revealing two distinct peaks through the fabric. Her slender waist was cinched by the rope net. The ropes below converged, then passed through her crotch, the knot digging into her tender bud. Although no toys were inserted, a night of struggling and the constant pressure of the restraints had flushed Jeanette's face red. Her mouth was stuffed with a pair of white stockings, sealed with bandages, allowing her to emit only faint muffled sounds. Though her bare legs were partially covered by the nightgown, the ropes were visible, extending from her ankles to her upper thighs. Four loops per section, bound in nine sets and reinforced with a cross pattern, made Jeanette appear as if she had only one leg. Furthermore, to prevent Jeanette from leaving the bed, several restraints were fastened around her neck, chest, waist, legs, and ankles, effectively merging her with the bed and making any movement, let alone escape, impossible. Jeanette's current state was, naturally, the handiwork of the other four women in the room. "Oh my~ our little princess must have had a tough time~ You almost got away with it again last night." Lilith gloated, looking at Jeanette. If Venus hadn't been there, subduing Jeanette so quickly would have been quite difficult. "Mmph!" Jeanette looked at the others innocently, signaling her helplessness. It wasn't something she could control. To achieve complete purification, they needed to remain together for an extended period. The holy maidens slowly channeled their divine power into Jeanette. "Alright, the ceremony will begin soon. Let's untie Princess Jeanette first." Vanessa, Tia, and Aila had already removed the restraints and were now untying Jeanette. Once freed, Jeanette stretched her stiff limbs. Tia used water magic to quickly restore her stamina and erase the rope marks. "I really don't know when this will end," Jeanette sighed mournfully. "Is that so? I recall you looking quite excited when you were tying us up, Miss Jeanette~"

Her upper body was also tightly bound by ropes released from the trap box, further increasing the difficulty of the search. "I didn't expect there to be these traps!" Tiffany gritted her teeth, her body trembling slightly, but she still slowly moved towards others. At this moment, the maze changed again. When the change ended, the dead end in front of Tiffany suddenly turned into a passage. Before her was an ordinary stone table, on which lay a small knife and a emerald green key. Tiffany ran over excitedly, cut the ropes with the small knife, and then picked up the key. The key then projected a green thread, guiding Tiffany in that direction. "I didn't expect this maze to help us sometimes. That succubus must be furious, right?" Tiffany calmed the heat in her body and then walked along the route indicated by the thread. Just as Tiffany thought she was very lucky, at the next intersection, she encountered the doll maids sent by Eloise. Seeing the four doll maids in front of her, along with the props they held and carried on their backs, Tiffany immediately ran back the way she came. The doll maids, upon seeing their target, naturally followed closely. With Tiffany's current physical condition, she was naturally no match for those doll maids. Moreover, due to the maze's changes, the path Tiffany had taken before had already become a dead end. Before she could turn around to see what was behind her, she stepped into a trap. This time, it seemed to be a knockout drug. Before losing consciousness, Tiffany could only watch as the doll maids slowly approached her. "Mmmph! What is this?" Tiffany slowly woke up from her slumber, her eyes weakly opening, and she finally saw her current situation. She was currently slung over the shoulder of a doll maid. Her hands were likely tied behind her back and hoisted high with ropes. The ropes wrapped around her chest from behind, encircling her breasts several times before converging upwards between her breasts, forming an inverted 'V' shape of breast binding. Her two large breasts were squeezed by the ropes, forced to protrude from the net, full and alluring. The ropes then outlined neat diamond shapes below, and several strands of rope converged at the center of her flower, which was already somewhat moist. A continuous stream of stimulation emanated from there, and a vibrating toy, filling her, was operating in various modes. It was slightly different from previous vibrating toys; this one seemed to discharge electricity at intervals. The ropes held it in place, preventing it from detaching, and then looped back behind her, connecting with the ropes on her back. Tiffany felt as though she was biting down on a small, elastic ball. This ball was larger than the gags she had used before, stretching her mouth wide open and occupying most of the space within her oral cavity. Even without the straps on either side, it would be difficult for her tongue alone to push the ball out. The ball had excellent elasticity; even if she could flatten it with her teeth, it would quickly return to its original shape. As for her legs, which were completely pressed together and unable to separate, only her stockings-clad calves were visible. From the top of her thighs to her feet, there were five loops of rope per set, and after eight sets, they were further secured with a cross-lacing pattern. At this moment, Tiffany was like a piece of meat, completely at the mercy of these doll maids. However, the first thing she did upon regaining consciousness was to search for the key she had found earlier. Currently, only one doll maid was carrying her through the maze, while the others were likely searching for other people. Or perhaps, the key was on the doll maid carrying her. Tiffany tried to struggle, but her response was a feeling of firm restraint all over her body. After several attempts to struggle, Tiffany could not budge the doll maid and had to give up. "Mmmph! No! Don't!" How can this be! As a jolt of electricity coursed through her core, combined with the aphrodisiac from before, Tiffany lost control. A trickle of nectar slowly seeped through her panties and the base of her stockings, and she fainted once more. Meanwhile, Eloise, leaning against a mirror and observing everyone, said with a playful expression.

Within the illusion of the imperial palace, Eloise had successfully transplanted the Deep Labyrinth here. At the center of the labyrinth stood four cages, positioned in different locations. Lilith had lost track of how much time had passed since her sacred power was sealed and she was brought to this unknown place. The sky here was perpetually dim, making it impossible to perceive the passage of time. She lay on her side within the cage, able to move only by wriggling her body like a reptile. Her white, revealing saintess attire was tightly bound by a meticulously woven net of golden ropes, forming a tortoise shell pattern. Several more ropes were wrapped around her breasts, passing through the cleavage, then over her shoulders, under her armpits, and tied into knots that connected to the ropes binding her hands behind her back in a reverse prayer position. Her legs, clad in white stockings with golden trim, were bound from the upper thighs down to her feet. Nine sets of four ropes each were used, reinforced with cross-lacing. Her legs were then folded, and the excess rope from her feet was connected to the ropes binding her arms behind her. Thus, Lilith was forced to remain in a contorted, sideways position. Even shifting her body required considerable effort. She was all too familiar with these ropes, as they had been her constant companions during her imprisonment in the white tower of the Church of Light. Consequently, Lilith was powerless to break free. Below, just as during her previous confinement, a smooth, vibrating orb blocked her honeyed aperture, draining her dwindling sacred power and stamina. "Mmmph!" A moan of pleasure emanated from across from Lilith, drawing her gaze. She could only respond with a muffled sound of her own. In the cage opposite Lilith was the last saintess they sought – Aila Grantham. Since she had not been in contact with Jeanette, her sacred power had not been sealed, and thus she had received even more "attention." Several ropes extended from the top of Aila's cage, connecting to her various joints and suspending her within. Black ropes coiled five times around Aila's developing breasts, tightening upwards and tied at the shoulders. This was Aila's first experience with such a constricting embrace, causing her discomfort. Any attempt to shift her body only intensified her distress, making it difficult to breathe, and her breasts appeared larger than before. Below her chest, a diamond-shaped rope net was woven, clinging to her waist. Her arms were twisted behind her back and bound from the upper arms to the wrists with six sets of four ropes each, reinforced longitudinally in the middle. These were then connected to the ropes on her chest and waist, completely immobilizing her arms behind her. The ropes extending from the diamond-shaped net at her waist were repeatedly knotted, forming two large knots. These were then threaded between her legs, tightly securing the continuously active cylindrical object deep within her flower. A few glistening drops of liquid could be seen slowly dripping from it. Her legs were forcibly spread apart, and her thighs and calves were bound together, exposing her current state of overwhelming arousal. A horse bit gag transformed Aila's every melodic moan into a muffled whimper. The specially designed ropes alone were not enough; black restraints were used at each joint for secondary reinforcement, preventing Aila from breaking free. The other two cages held Vanessa and Hypatia, whose situations were no better than Lilith's and Aila's. They wore saintess attire that appeared to represent purity, but in reality, the garments were crafted from mere layers of gauze, subtly revealing the tender, soft, pale skin beneath. Vanessa observed her own body, bound like a zongzi, without excessive struggle. Even as the toy below relentlessly drained her sacred power and stamina, she maintained a sliver of clarity. Despite her imprisonment, she continued to ponder. After witnessing Jeanette possessed by a demon god, her trust in Jeanette had wavered for a time, but she believed Jeanette would overcome the demon's control. Therefore, she had not yet given up on finding an opportunity to escape.

The conversation between the two was no longer necessary. Since they had both stated their positions, there was only one thing left to do... Aphrodite clapped her hands, and several figures slowly emerged from the black mist behind her. Eloise, dressed in a proper black nun's habit, held several thin chains. At the other ends of these chains were Tiffany, Dorothy, and Werner. They were all crawling on the ground, their limbs bent and folded. Black latex suits made from demon realm slime encased their bodies, followed by black restraints and straitjackets that held them tightly, forcing them into their current pet-like postures. They were also fitted with dog masks that obscured their vision and sealed their mouths, with dog tail props wagging behind them. "Well done, Eloise. As expected of my most loyal subordinate." Eloise's expression was complicated. She had originally thought Aphrodite would be waiting for them in the palace. She hadn't expected Aphrodite to directly invade the church and wait for them here. Everything had happened under Eloise's deception. She hadn't known things would turn out this way. She probably no longer held any trust in the eyes of Jeanette and Emilia. "You're just a sacrifice I've chosen. Did you really think you could defy me just because you possessed my power?" Aphrodite shed her hypocritical facade, her features contorting into a ferocious mask. "You have no choice now! Don't forget, the Saintess and your mother are also in my hands! The entire church is my bargaining chip! And you, what leverage do you have to negotiate with me?" "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Though their vision was gone, the three popes could still hear. They realized Jeanette was right in front of them, having fallen into the enemy's trap. Their bodies began to writhe, trying to signal Jeanette not to agree. But in the next instant, a violent electric shock coursed through their collars, causing the three of them to convulse and whimper in pain on the ground. "Enough! Release them all first, and I'll give you my power!" "You had no conditions for negotiation from the start. Why should I release them?" Aphrodite began to toy with the three of them playfully, rather than continuing to address Jeanette.

From then on, Venus strictly forbade Jeanette from leaving the church alone, requiring her to be accompanied at all times. Until now, Jeanette, having mastered a portion of the demon god's power, restored the once dying Eloise to her original state and had her lead other succubi into the environment of the deep labyrinth to live. This environment had also been completely transformed by them, forming an independent small world. Eloise also swore to make Jeanette their new master, promising never to do anything against her will again. They then handed over the divine artifacts collected by the succubi over the long period, preventing them from being exploited by those with ulterior motives. "Wuwuwu! Wuah!" Lilith was currently hanging from the chandelier on the ceiling. Her mouth was stuffed with an unknown white silk fabric, leaving her only able to glare angrily at a apologetic Jeanette with her eyes, signaling for them to be untied. Although she couldn't see her own back, Lilith could feel her arms being fixed behind her with ropes. The ropes were crossed and wound several times around her wrists, suspending her arms behind her. Even with the protection of holy power, she felt her arms had completely lost all sensation. The ropes were tightened and tied at her elbows, then passed under her armpits, crisscrossed several times over her chest, and then tied securely behind her back. Her body, clad in a white nightgown with gold trim, was tightly bound by flaxen ropes. The ropes wove a diamond-shaped net on her body. Due to being suspended, the girl's soft breasts were squeezed by the diamond-shaped rope net, further accentuating their alluring roundness. One could even faintly see two erect cherries through the nightgown. Furthermore, several thin threads extended from the girl's petals, with small toys working tirelessly within, sealed tightly by knots, unable to escape. The remote control at the other end of the thin threads was stuck within those white transparent silk stockings. Her legs, from the root of her thighs to her ankles, were tightly bound together in nine sets of four loops each, reinforced longitudinally. The more she struggled, the tighter the ropes would become. Finally, several ropes extended from the chandelier, connecting to Lilith's back, the root of her thighs, and her ankles, suspending her completely in a bowed posture, as if she had become part of the chandelier. One could see that below her, a portion of dried water stains had already accumulated. At this moment, Jeanette's small face was flushed red, whether from shame or the sight before her. "Wuuu~" Following the direction of the sound, Jeanette wished she could find a hole to hide in for a while. On the conference table that was originally used for meetings, Vanessa's light green nightgown had been torn to shreds by some beast. Except for a few key areas that were not exposed, everything that could be revealed was. However, Vanessa couldn't break free. Her hands were clasped together and fixed above her head. Her upper body was tightly bound by a sheep-shaped rope garment. Her legs were forced apart, with her thighs and calves tightly secured together by ropes. One could faintly see the green underwear below, which had already been soaked countless times. The underwear also had a protruding cylindrical part, which was currently emitting a buzzing sound. But Vanessa's mouth was also stuffed with torn green fabric, her eyes somewhat hazy, her face flushed, and she looked at Jeanette weakly. Finally, looking at the positions of Tia and Ella, Jeanette covered her flushed small face and asked Eloise, who was behind her. "You untied yourself, why didn't you help them untie as well?" "But, if I untied all the Saintesses, wouldn't Your Highness miss out on the chance to sleep right now?" "Enough! I understand, stop talking." Tia and Ella were facing each other, connected by a continuous deep throat gag. They were wearing their respective pale blue and silver-white nightgowns, bound by black rope-woven nets. Their legs were also tightly bound together, then bent. Ropes were pulled from the soles of their feet, forcing them to bend. Their saliva continuously flowed, wetting a portion of the sofa. The area around their private parts had long since been overwhelmed by the small toys.