The twin sisters, reduced to playthings and then trained into submissive bitches~

Season Two Title: "The Fugitive Bitch of Decadent, Lustful Flesh" Lin Wanyin's consciousness hadn't fully returned, her muddled mind already ensnared by boundless pleasure. The obsidian floor, smooth as a mirror, mercilessly absorbed the warmth of her body, a stark reminder that she was no longer a princess, but property. Then came the familiar weight on her neck, imbued with a chilling magic. A collar forged from mithril and star diamonds, its inner surface etched with runes to suppress her magic, a nameplate bearing her moniker in ornate script: "Fragrant Cauldron." "Awake, my little bitch?" A languid, melodious voice drifted from the throne not far away. Su Muxue, barefoot, glided silently to her side, bending low. She inhaled deeply at Lin Wanyin's neck, as if appraising the rarest of spices. "Mmm... even in your sleep, my little Fragrant Cauldron never stops working," she murmured, satisfied. "A sweet scent, like morning dew, with a hint of languor. Truly delightful." This praise was the most venomous curse. Lin Wanyin squeezed her eyes shut in shame and fury, for she knew Su Muxue spoke of the unique "fragrance" her body, utterly transformed by law-level magic, exuded ceaselessly. To others, this scent was a delicate perfume; to herself, it was a slow-acting, potent aphrodisiac. Every inhaled wisp eroded her will, rendering her body more sensitive, more desperate for touch. "Come here." Humiliation gnawed at Lin Wanyin's heart like a venomous snake. *I am the Empire's princess! Lin Wanyin! Not a dog to be ordered around at your whim!* She screamed silently in her mind, each word a testament to blood and tears. But her body, this wretched traitor disciplined for three full years, had already reacted faster than her brain. Her limbs began to move, in a posture she had once loathed, but which had now become instinct – on all fours, like a true little dog, she crawled shamefully towards the throne. As she crawled, her hips swayed left and right with an uncontrollable, slight rhythm, a base instinct ingrained in her bones, mimicking a pet's begging tail wag! "Today, we'll try something different," Su Muxue said with a smile, selecting a new set of restraints for her – the "Living Display Rack." Under Su Muxue's magical control, this intricate apparatus began to "dress" Lin Wanyin automatically. First, a perfectly fitted black latex suit. As the cold latex slid over her skin, Lin Wanyin trembled slightly from shame and anger, her body involuntarily warming. As her temperature rose, that faint morning scent began to change, like heated incense, becoming more potent, filling the air with a seductive aroma tinged with her unwillingness and resentment. Next came the crisscrossing straps. Two wide straps dug fiercely into her [X_X] base, forming a lewd horizontal "8," squeezing the already full, erect snow-white orbs upwards and inwards, almost tearing through the thin latex. Her hands were forcibly pulled behind her and locked, while her legs were encased in cruel hoof-high heels. Finally, an open metal gag forced her lips apart, several straps pulling her tongue out from the gag with exquisite force and securing it. As the cold leather straps wrapped around the back of her neck, Lin Wanyin's body shivered shamelessly. The "collar complex," reinforced by countless punishments and rewards, filled her with both extreme fear and a perverse sense of security at any restraint around her neck. Breakfast, as always, was in a crystal bowl placed on the floor. The sight of the bowl instantly triggered an impulse to lick it directly with her mouth. Forced to stand on her hoof-boots, in an extremely humiliating and unstable posture, she knelt and crawled, extending her tongue, fixed by the gag and unable to retract, to painstakingly lick the food from the bowl. After breakfast came the daily routine "training." She was secured on the "Taming Throne," her limbs spread, her body adjusted to the angle most suitable for "play." "Let's see how my latest creation performs." Su Muxue activated the throne's functions.

"Mmph! Mmph!" Before Lin Chuxia could react, her nose and mouth were clamped shut by a cloth with a strange, sweet scent! Her eyes widened in terror as she desperately clawed at the gloved hand covering her, her legs kicking wildly behind her. A peculiar weakness, accompanied by the cloying fragrance, rapidly spread through her limbs, draining her strength to struggle. (No... I can't... I need to stay calm...) In the final moments before darkness consumed her consciousness, Lin Chuxia remembered her greatest trump card – the protective ring her adoptive father had exchanged for his entire savings, embedded with a miniature teleportation array! With her last ounce of strength, she poured the remaining magic in her body into the ring on her left hand! "Buzz!" The ring erupted in a burst of emerald light, and Lin Chuxia vanished from her spot! "Hoo... hoo... That was close..." Dozens of meters away, at the end of another alley, Lin Chuxia stumbled into existence. Leaning against the wall, she gasped for air, her face still etched with the lingering terror. "Cough... that strange scent... my body is so exhausted..." She knew this incomplete teleportation magic could only send her to a random nearby location. She had to find a patrolling enforcement mage quickly! She forced her exhausted body to move, hurrying towards the alley entrance. However, just as one foot was about to step out, a nearly transparent magic circle, woven from countless fine silver threads, suddenly lit up beneath her! "This is... a trap?!" The thought barely crossed her mind before dozens of slippery, black tentacles, formed from pure shadow energy, shot out from the walls and ground on either side of the alley. Like predatory pythons, they wrapped around her, leaving no room to escape! "No—!" This time, she couldn't even scream. The thickest tentacle, carrying a腥甜 liquid, unceremoniously pried open her lips and plunged deep, forcing the liquid, imbued with aphrodisiac and magic-suppressing effects, down her throat! "Don't... let go... Gulp~ Woo~ Woo~ Cough cough~" (Damn it... the ring... use it again...) She tried to activate the ring once more. The green light flickered, then instantly dimmed. "Woo~ Woo woo woo!" (What's happening... I can't concentrate my magic?) "Naughty girl~ you're not being good~" A seductive voice, like a demon's whisper, echoed directly in her mind. Simultaneously, the tentacles wrapped around her tightened, like greedy vampires, instantly draining the little magic she had left! "Ah~ Cough cough woo~" Lin Chuxia completely lost the strength to resist. The tentacles began to sprout countless smaller tendrils, which began to lick and caress her body. The mucus they secreted was highly corrosive, rapidly dissolving her academy uniform. Soon, large expanses of skin, never before seen by outsiders, were exposed to the cold air. "Woo! Woo woo! What~ woo" (~So ticklish~ woo~ stop it~~) These small tendrils seemed to have eyes, precisely teasing and playing with her most sensitive areas – her earlobes, neck, armpits, and inner thighs – causing her to emit embarrassed moans. "Ah~ damn it~ I can't break free at all~ I can't let this continue... It feels so good~ woo..." Her heart was filled with shame and indignation, but her body, under the continuous, unfamiliar stimulation, shamefully grew hot and wet.

"Now, let's get you into... more appropriate 'daily wear,' my little pet." From the void, Su Muxue produced a brand-new, dangerously alluring bondage set. This was no ornate lace, but a creation woven from darkly gleaming black leather, cold metal buckles, and sturdy straps, imbued with functionality and dominance – a K9 suit custom-made for a "canine pet." Lin Chuxia's pupils contracted sharply, her heart overwhelmed by immense fear and shame. She wanted to scream, to resist, but her body, weakened from previous torment, was limp and powerless. She could only watch helplessly as Su Muxue dressed her, piece by piece, in this gear that symbolized ultimate humiliation. First came a nearly transparent black latex bodysuit, as thin as a cicada's wing, yet clinging to every inch of her skin, accentuating her fiery curves to perfection. Even the outline of her intimate garden was clearly visible. Next was a crisscrossing network of straps. Sturdy leather straps began at her neck, extending downwards, forming a horizontal figure-eight that brutally cinched and lifted her proud, snow-white breasts from their roots. The immense pressure squeezed her ample globes until they threatened to burst the thin latex, causing the twin buds at their tips to harden and form two pornographic little mounds beneath the bodysuit. (No... don't... my body...) Lin Chuxia screamed internally. Her dignity, her very sense of self as a human, was being strangled inch by inch by these cold straps. The strap network converged mid-torso, cinching her slender waist to an astonishing size, then split into three paths. The thickest strap wrapped tightly around her buttocks, passed through her crotch, and was pulled upwards to buckle onto a metal ring at her abdomen. This savage construction not only formed a shameful perineal strap but also cruelly chafed and pressed against her most sensitive core with every slight movement. And this was just the beginning. Su Muxue grabbed her left arm, ignoring her whimpers, and forcibly bent her upper and lower arm together, pressing them tightly against each other. Then, a black, padded leather restraint sleeve was slipped over her elbow, completely encasing her folded arm. The zipper hissed shut, and the side straps clicked into place. Lin Chuxia's slender left arm was thus transformed into a ridiculous, unstraightenable meat pillar. Next, Su Muxue donned thick, viscous glue-coated latex gloves, then wrapped her balled fist tightly with static tape, turning it into an unopenable, round "meatball." Her right arm underwent the same transformation. "Wuu... wuu wuu..." Lin Chuxia shook her head in despair, tears blurring her vision. Her once-proud, agile hands were now two short arms that could only wave helplessly like a fortune cat. Su Muxue's movements were unhurried. Her hands slid to Lin Chuxia's long, proud legs. Following the same procedure, her thighs and calves were forcibly bent, slipped into larger restraint sleeves, and secured tightly with several straps from her thighs to her ankles. In an instant, the once-magnificent, brilliant young woman was utterly transformed into a deformed "roly-poly," her limbs folded and shortened. She lost her balance, collapsing onto the ground in a heap, able only to writhe helplessly like a pathetic insect with broken limbs. "A pet cannot be left unsupervised, can it?" Su Muxue smiled and fastened the final, and most crucial, component. A heavy leather collar with a metal tag locked around her neck, the tag bearing the chilling inscription in ornate script: "Master's Nectar Caddy." A horse-bit gag was roughly forced into her mouth. The rigid metal ring spread her lips apart, pulling her tongue out with a small clamp and fixing it beneath the ring, preventing her from closing her mouth. She was forced to shamefully protrude her tongue, unable to swallow. Her saliva, mixed with tears of humiliation, dripped continuously from the corners of her mouth. Finally, a furry black dog tail, with a metal [X_X] at its base, was unceremoniously and deeply thrust into her rear. "Awooo—!" The intense sensation of foreign invasion caused her to let out a piercing shriek, her body convulsing violently. Su Muxue stepped back, admiring her ultimate masterpiece with satisfaction. In the mirror, a black, grotesque "creature" lay on the floor. Her body was tightly bound, her limbs folded, forcing her to support herself on her knees and elbows. Her buttocks were raised high, a black tail swaying slightly with her ragged breaths. Her mouth was forced open, her tongue hanging limply, drooling. Where was the shadow of a "human" in this appearance? She was clearly a "bitch," thoroughly modified and prepared to please her master. "Alright, my little puppy," Su Muxue's voice held a playful command, "Now, crawl over." Crawl... The word struck Lin Chuxia's confused mind like a thunderbolt. (No! I am human! I am not a dog! I will never...) Her will screamed, resisted. However, when Su Muxue gently tugged on the leather leash that had appeared in her hand, connected to her collar, a [X_X] force pulled at her neck. The instinct for survival overwhelmed her last shred of dignity. Humiliated and trembling, she moved forward a small step with her folded limbs, now like meat pillars. The hard, cold floor abraded her knees and elbows, causing a dull ache. Each movement was clumsy and pathetic, like her soul being flayed by the sharpest knife in the world. What made her despair even more was that the design of this K9 bondage suit was far more malicious than she had imagined. The straps connecting her entire body cleverly converted the kinetic energy of her crawling into stimulation. Each forward movement of her elbows pulled the tightening straps around her [X_X], sending waves of tingling [X_X]; and each shift of her knees, in turn, moved the perineal strap buried deep within her, cruelly grinding her most tender core. Shame, pain, and the inappropriate, illicit [X_X] intertwined, forming a vast net that ensnared her completely. "Wuu... ah... nng..." She couldn't control the broken moans that escaped from the depths of her throat, a mixture of agony and pleasure. Her body, her proud, pure body, was betraying her soul in a way she had never imagined! It was yielding, even... enjoying this humiliation! (No... stop... body... don't do this...) Her heart wept, wailed. She hated this devil, and even more, she hated her own uncontrollable, degenerating body! "It seems you quite like your new outfit," Su Muxue's voice sounded above her, laced with amusement. She crouched down and, like one teasing a real pet, reached out and gently flicked the dog tail that swayed with her breaths. "Aow—!" The [X_X] at the base of the tail, agitated by the flick, spun fiercely within her tight inner walls. An even more intense, indescribable [X_X] surged like an electric current from her tailbone to the crown of her head! Lin Chuxia's body arched violently, instantly losing all strength and collapsing onto the floor. Her eyes lost focus, becoming hazy and vacant. Physiological tears and saliva flowed more profusely, wetting a small patch of the floor beneath her. She felt herself drowning. Drowning in a tide of shame, waves of humiliation, and the damnable, surging [X_X]. Her resistance, her unwillingness, her anger... all seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

Occasionally, during her licking, a distant, hazy fragment of memory would flash in the depths of her mind—the small, yet always laughter-filled dining table at her adoptive parents' home, the shredded pork noodles with two fried eggs, steaming hot, made by her mother... However, as soon as this warm memory surfaced, the cold metal object around her neck, known as a "chastity collar," would emit a faint, warning "buzz." This was a reminder that any unauthorized, intense emotional fluctuation—be it sadness, anger, or the current nostalgia—would be judged by the system as "abnormal excitement," thus incurring punishment. The instinct for survival taught her to immediately, forcefully extinguish and crush these dangerous memories belonging to "Lin Chuxia." Most of the day was dedicated to Su Muxue's whim for "playtime." She would be lifted from the cold floor, the "maid dog" outfit symbolizing servitude would be removed, replaced by a "goldfish" swimsuit, symbolizing a "plaything." It was a Japanese "sukumizu" made of semi-transparent material, imbued with Eastern erotic aesthetics. When dry, it could barely cover her private parts, but once wet, it became like a transparent film, clinging tightly to her hot and sexy body, revealing her full, firm [X_X], slender waist, and the alluring contours of her private garden without reservation, clearly outlining them. This was a malicious mockery of youth and purity. She would be thrown like a toy into the massive, indoor-lake-like heated pool of the Glazed Palace. Immediately, Su Muxue would smile and gently but irresistibly insert a lifelike, pink crystal fish-shaped remote [X_X] deep into her body. "Goldfish, swim like a goldfish, or else... you'll die." Su Muxue would recline elegantly on a lounge chair by the pool, playing with the exquisite remote control, like a proud empress teasing a pet in the water. She would manipulate the remote at will. The fish-shaped [X_X] would violently thrust, spin, and wag deep within her most sensitive areas. Lin Chuxia could not resist, only letting out broken moans, masked by the sound of water, in the warm pool. She had to paddle desperately with her limbs just to keep her mouth and nose above the water, and every struggle of her body would resonate with the "goldfish" ravaging her insides, bringing more intense [X_X] that would make her mind go blank. The warm pool water enveloped her already extremely sensitive skin, amplifying every sensation in her body. She could clearly feel how each surge of [X_X] gushed out from within her, then quickly and shamefully dissipated into the pool of clear water. Like a real goldfish caught in a net, she struggled futilely and lewdly amidst the alternation of [X_X] and ecstasy. When night fell (in the Glazed Palace, it was merely a change in the intensity of magical light), the exhausted Lin Chuxia would be pulled from the water and changed into her "pajamas"—the "cow" outfit. This was an outfit filled with absurdity and bestialization. The black and white cow-print, crotchless bodysuit tightly wrapped her hot body curves, but her breasts and [X_X] had two large, completely uncovered circular openings. Her hands and feet were encased in hoof-shaped, soft, thick black leather covers, preventing her from even basic gripping, leaving her to kneel helplessly on the ground like a real, docile livestock. Su Muxue would sometimes indulge in her "late-night snack" activities on a whim. She would take out two small automatic milking machines made of magical crystal and skillfully attach them to Lin Chuxia's [X_X], which had become red and swollen from a day of torment. The cold suction cups rhythmically sucked and pulled at her tender buds. Under the effect of a special potion, her body would secrete sweet-smelling "milk," which would then be collected in a gorgeous crystal cup, becoming Su Muxue's bedtime drink. In this day-after-day, numbingly trivial, ritualistic humiliation, Lin Chuxia's will to resist was utterly and mercilessly worn away. Her brain, in order to protect itself, began to exhibit severe "learned helplessness." She no longer needed commands. Upon hearing a "ding," her body would react before her brain, dragging her folded limbs and skillfully crawling towards the food bowl. When thrown into the water, she would instinctively clamp her legs together, and her body would even shamefully secrete [X_X] in anticipation of the impending [X_X]. Finally, one day, Su Muxue, holding a diamond-studded leather leash attached to her, dressed in the "maid dog" outfit, took her for a "walk" in the Glazed Palace's fairy-tale-like garden. Suddenly, Su Muxue pressed a button on another remote control hidden in her hand. The [X_X] buried deep within her body, serving as a tail, began to vibrate uncontrollably at its highest frequency without any warning!

"So, next, we'll play a game of 'choice'." Su Muxue snapped her fingers, and three brand-new, distinctly styled "relaxation" implements floated into existence before Lin Chuxia. Each emanated a different glow, a different allure, yet all promised an abyss of humiliation. The first was a "Moonlight Cage" woven from pure silver threads. Elegant in form, its interior lined with soft blue velvet, every gap was embedded with micro-electrodes. It would bind her entire body in a manner both exquisite and chilling, accentuating every curve of her exquisite form, delivering precisely calibrated electrical stimulation in response to her heartbeat and arousal. She would be like a captive, trembling artwork, exquisitely adorned and electrified. The second was a "Dewdrop Bed" crafted from transparent crystal. Its structure was hollow, with collection pipes beneath. She would be positioned upon it in a state of complete exposure. Every movement, every spasm, would yield its seductive juices, clearly collected and displayed as an "exhibit" for all to admire. At the head of the bed lay an exquisite "Whispering Gag," designed to elicit the most vulgar whispers from her in the throes of ecstasy. She would become a mere "tool," utterly exposed, publicly displayed, and dedicated to the production of nectar. The third was a "Flawless Dog Cage" made entirely of white latex. This was not a literal cage, but a series of high-tech latex restraints that would encase her entire body in a tight, elastic embrace, leaving only the crucial, forcibly parted areas exposed. It came with a gag featuring an automated feeding system and a remote-controlled tail [X_X], designed to reduce her to her most primal "pet" form. She would shed the last vestiges of her human pretense. "Choose, my 'Nectar Pot'," Su Muxue's voice dripped with seduction. "Which one would you like to... 'relax' in?" Lin Chuxia's consciousness shattered under the sudden weight of this "choice." (Choice? I... I actually have the right to choose?) She gazed at the three beautiful yet malevolent "instruments" before her, a maelstrom of confusion churning within. This was more than a choice; it was a crossroads in hell! Whichever path she took meant willingly, consciously, plunging deeper into degradation! (Moonlight Cage... those cold silver threads... tracing every inch of my body, trembling with electricity... so shameful...) (Dewdrop Bed... all my secrets laid bare for everyone to see... like a piece of vulgar meat on display... but... it might... feel good...?) (Flawless Dog Cage... latex... dog cage... Do I... do I really have to choose to become a... dog? ...But... that seems like... the safest option, the one with the fewest mistakes...) She struggled, a tempest of defiance, humiliation, and shame raging within her, yet suppressed by the pervasive fear of the curse on her "Nectar Pot." She knew that if she didn't choose, Su Muxue would choose for her, and that would be far worse. Finally, her gaze settled upon the "Flawless Dog Cage." (Latex... dog cage... This... this at least... offers a kind of "safety" in being enclosed... a kind of... pre-defined "identity"...) The moment this thought arose, her still-lingering sense of shame recoiled from her own pathetic compromise with utter loathing. (No! Lin Chuxia! What are you thinking?! You're seeking "safety" in a "dog cage"?! You are truly... a creature of the lowest depths!) But her body's instincts were more honest than her revulsion. Her body, still hot and throbbing from the ministrations of the pleasure instruments, involuntarily tilted slightly towards the latex restraints. "Oh? It seems you've made your choice." Su Muxue smiled with satisfaction. She snapped her fingers, and the "Flawless Dog Cage" descended silently. The soft latex, like a living entity, began to writhe and coil around Lin Chuxia's exquisite form. The cold, tight latex, like a second skin, instantly encased every inch of her fiery, sensual body. Her proud [X_X] were squeezed into an even more alluring shape, her slender waist cinched to an impossible thinness, and her round [X_X] buttocks were lifted and molded by the latex's elasticity into even more exaggerated and erotic curves. Only her mouth, stretched open by the gag, and her meticulously parted, already drenched private garden, were left exposed. A spherical gag with an automated feeding system was reinserted into her mouth, and a remote-controlled tail [X_X] was once again implanted within her. Finally, a delicate silver collar, emblazoned with a cute paw print, was fastened around her pale neck. "Click."

As she personally inserted the "Bitch in Heat Wagging Tail Plug" into herself, a current of extreme shame mixed with an intensely familiar sense of foreign invasion shot through her entire body. Her pheromones erupted like a breached dam, transforming the entire kennel into her scent territory. Then came the "Muzzled Drooling Dog Gag." The cold metal ring forced her mouth open, and a soft tongue clamp pulled her tongue out and secured it. She was forced to stick her tongue out, her inability to close her mouth causing saliva to uncontrollably dribble from the corners. With every breath, she inhaled the aphrodisiac poison emanating from her own body, the shame so profound she wished she could die on the spot. Once she was fully adorned, the Blood Demon Blade finally made his move. He roughly pushed her to the ground, picked up the ropes, and began to bind her. The rough hemp rope snaked across her skin, already hypersensitive from the pheromone steam, each pass eliciting a cascade of delicate shivers. Soon, a complete Shibari harness encased her exquisite body. He then grabbed her limbs, using leather straps to forcibly fold her thighs and calves, her upper and lower arms, together. "Mmmph... Mmmph!" Lin Wanyin let out a pained whimper. This posture rendered her completely unbalanced and incapable of resistance, leaving her to writhe on the ground like a deformed, pathetic reptile. Finally, a pair of cute dog ear headbands and a black dog mask, revealing only her eyes and mouth, were placed on her head, completely obscuring the last vestiges of her human appearance. On her collar, a newly engraved silver tag dangled, bearing a line of cold text in the common tongue: "Blood Demon Blade's Bitch Toilet." The Blood Demon Blade surveyed his "creation" with satisfaction, then produced the "Leash of Desire." With a click, the metal clasp fastened onto her collar. He yanked the leash roughly! "Mmph!" Lin Wanyin was dragged forward with immense force, compelled to crawl on the soft velvet mat with her folded limbs in an extremely awkward and degrading posture. He led her around the entire kennel like a dog. [Led Astray: A Dignified Death March] (No... don't do this... I... I am the Eldest Princess of Adrian... not livestock...) Her mind screamed, but her body could only advance in humiliation. Each tug of the leash was like a public declaration of her new identity. The act of crawling itself was the ultimate degradation. The dull ache in her knees and elbows was a constant reminder: you are no longer a person who stands and walks. (What... what have I done? For revenge... is this the path I chose? I abandoned everything, and all I got was to be led around like a real dog? Father... Mother... if you could see me now... would you... regret giving birth to me...) Regret spread through her like venom, permeating her very being. This intense self-loathing became the finest nourishment for her pheromones. The rich, sweet scent surged from every pore, forming a private, warm, inescapable domain around her. She was forced to breathe the lewd aroma emanating from her own body, each inhale like drinking poisoned wine. (This damned scent... it's celebrating my downfall! It's turning my shame... into a... a performance for his pleasure! The tug of the leash... why... why does it feel... warm when I'm enveloped in this scent... No! Lin Wanyin, wake up! That's humiliation! Not caresses!) She despaired as she realized her body was being twisted and betrayed by her pheromones. The more humiliated she felt, the more potent the scent became; and the more potent the scent, the more her senses erroneously interpreted the pain and shame as a pathological [X_X]. She was trapped in a self-torturing abyss from which there was no escape. The Blood Demon Blade dragged her to a large mirror in the center of the kennel. "Look at yourself." [Mirror Gazing: The Collapse of Self] Lin Wanyin was forced to lift her head. The moment she saw her reflection, her soul felt as if it were struck by a colossal hammer, shattering into countless pieces! In the mirror was a monster, tightly bound in Shibari, limbs folded, wearing a dog mask and gag, a tail plugged in behind her. It possessed the exquisite body of a human woman, yet it had been transformed into the most debased, quadrupedal form. And what terrified her most was that she could clearly "see" the pheromones. They were no longer an invisible scent but a visible, flowing pink halo surrounding the monster in the mirror. The halo pulsed with the monster's every breath, flickered with every tremor, rendering the lewd posture dreamlike and suffused with an unholy allure. (What... what is that... that thing like a rutting beast... is that really me? No... I'm not like that! I am the Light of the Empire, I am Lin Wanyin! But... why... why does my heart race when I look at it... my body heat up... this scent... it's telling me that what's in the mirror... is my true form...) The seed of self-doubt took root, devouring her reason with wild abandon. She had always believed the "Pheromone Cauldron" was merely a curse imposed by Su Muxue, an external shackle that could be overcome. But now, looking at herself enveloped in the scent's halo, she harbored a terrifying thought for the first time: perhaps Su Muxue hadn't created anything; she had merely... unearthed the inherent baseness and lust that already existed within her. (Am I... am I inherently this lowly? Is my so-called princess status merely a magnificent cloak to conceal my lustful soul that craves domination? No... I refuse to believe it! I refuse to admit it!)

Night, after a full-body indulgence by Su Muxue, who called it "cleansing"—her body would be treated as a canvas, adorned with lewd runes drawn in magically infused ink with aphrodisiac properties, or as a musical instrument, emitting varied moans under the stimulation of different toys—she would return to her golden cage, curling up to sleep. And within this routine, the most thorough trampling of her dignity occurred during the morning meal. Whatever was served was presented in a beautiful white porcelain bowl, placed on the floor. Crafted by master artisans from mithril and moonstone, the bowl was as exquisite as a work of art. Yet, at the most conspicuous position on its rim, three characters, burned in elegant Elvish script, were a curse to her: "Nectar Vessel." The food within the bowl was always a lukewarm, white liquid, devoid of any taste, precisely formulated to sustain her vital signs. She had to, like a true puppy, crouch on the floor and lap it up from the bowl. (No... I won't eat... I'd rather starve... I will never... never eat this! I am human! Not livestock!) For the first two days, she resisted through starvation, her final, silent protest. She believed that her resolve to die rather than yield would at least preserve a sliver of human pride. Curled in the corner of her cage, she listened to the shameful growls of her stomach, using thoughts of her parents and hopes for the future to combat the most primal of physiological desires. For the first time, a resolute flame ignited in her pure, bright eyes. But she had underestimated hunger, that most primal torture capable of shattering all will. The first day brought a burning sensation in her stomach, as if a fire raged within her body, making sleep impossible. The second day brought waves of dizziness and weakness in her limbs. She lacked the strength even to crawl out of her cage, lying feebly on the soft cushion, feeling her life ebb away, even her breath carrying a searing pain. On the third day, as her stomach convulsed violently from emptiness, the agony, like countless hands tearing at her insides, finally overwhelmed her adherence to dignity. She cried. Lying on the cold floor, tears mingled with sweat, silently tracing paths down her face. She looked at the white porcelain bowl lying quietly nearby. It no longer seemed like a dish, but the sole gateway to hell. The exquisite bowl, in her eyes now, was filled with the most venomous mockery. (Just once... just one bite... I'm just... so hungry... I need strength... with strength, I can find a way to escape... yes, for escape... after eating... I'm still Lin Chuxia... yes... I'm still...) She numbed herself with this pathetic lie, trembling, inch by agonizing inch, she crawled towards it. Those few meters felt like an eternity, consuming all her life's strength. Every movement sent waves of sharp pain through her empty stomach. Her once full and perky [X_X] buttocks now appeared listless due to her weakness. When she finally reached the bowl and gazed at the milky white liquid within, emitting a faint warmth, her body, more honest than her will, secreted a moist anticipation. The moment her tongue first touched the cold, tasteless liquid in the bowl, an immense, overwhelming sorrow washed over her. No taste. Neither delicious nor unpleasant. It was purely "food," a fuel to extend the "lifespan" of the "Nectar Vessel." This sheer functionality, more than any delicacy or poison, plunged her into despair. Her tears broke free, dripping into the bowl, mixing with the white liquid, which she then licked clean, bite by agonizing bite. She understood that her bottom line as a "human" had been so easily breached by hunger. From this moment on, all the pride and persistence represented by the name "Lin Chuxia" were swallowed down with that bowl of food, leaving behind only a hollow vessel named "Nectar Vessel." And what she failed to notice was that behind her, Su Muxue, holding a cup of black tea, watched it all with a cold gaze, the kind one reserves for admiring a bud that has finally unfurled its first petal. This new artwork was, according to her design, perfectly and step by step, moving towards the most beautiful "withering" she envisioned.

Her mind screamed, but her body greedily drew a familiar, "grounding" sensation from the cold leather. The bone-deep emptiness was, surprisingly, finding a faint, albeit weak, relief in these humble, appeasing touches. "Heh..." A soft chuckle emanated from beneath the Blood Demon Blade's mask. It was laced with undisguised, icy mockery and the smug satisfaction of a victor. "It seems my little bitch has finally realized she can't leave her Master." He crouched down, his gloved fingers roughly gripping Lin Wan-yin's chin, forcing her to lift a face already ruined by tears and shame. "Look at yourself. No orders, no coercion, you crawled here yourself. You, like a bitch in heat, came begging for Master's 'affection.' Tell me, where is your so-called revenge? Your laughable pride? What's left now?" Lin Wan-yin's lips trembled violently, but she couldn't utter a single word. Yes... what was left? The moment she crawled to her enemy's feet, wagging her tail and begging, in order to fill the void in her body, she had already... lost everything. "It seems last night's 'freedom' taught you a lot." The Blood Demon Blade released her and stood up, his tone dripping with condescending "mercy." "Since you desire it so much, Master will grant it." He turned and entered the room, returning moments later with a pile of... cold, familiar "shackles" made of leather and metal. It was a complete "K9 Bitch Set," more intricate and humiliating than the one from the first day. "Since you want to be a dog so badly, I'll make you the purest, most thorough bitch." He roughly pushed Lin Wan-yin to the ground, commencing the long-overdue "taming" ritual, which she herself had "begged" for. First, a full Shibari. The rough hemp ropes glided over her skin, already hypersensitive from the "aphrodisiac scent," each friction sending a cascade of fine tremors through her. The ropes tightened, biting deeply into her flesh, segmenting her fiery, perfect figure into alluring, pornographic zones. The knots were cleverly placed on her breasts, between her legs, and other sensitive areas, bringing waves of shameful friction with every breath. Next came the binding of her limbs. He grabbed her arms, forcibly folding her upper and lower arms together, encasing and locking each limb with wide leather restraints at the elbows. Though memory foam protected her knees and elbows, the feeling of her limbs being completely broken and unable to straighten, along with the constant, dull ache at the joints, served as a perpetual reminder that her human form had been stripped away. Then, a pair of black latex gloves were put on her hands, which were then forced into fists. Metal rings on the back of the gloves were connected to the knots on her chest. This meant that every attempt she made to crawl would tug at the ropes on her chest, pulling on the already pierced nipple rings, sending waves of indescribable, shameful [X_X]. It was a perfect trap; resistance meant self-punishment. Once her limbs were contorted into a deformed shape, suitable only for crawling like "short arms" and "short legs," the Blood Demon Blade produced the dreaded, open-mouthed metal gag. Icy metal forcibly pried her mouth open, and a soft clamp pulled her tongue out and secured it. She was forced to stick her tongue out, her inability to close her mouth causing saliva to uncontrollably dribble from the corners, dripping onto the cold floor. "Dogs don't need to speak," the Blood Demon Blade stated coldly. Following this was the "decoration" for her lower body. An extremely thin T-back thong, almost digging into her flesh, was roughly threaded through the crevice of her full buttocks. Then, a large, spiral vibrator with a soft tail was unceremoniously, and with a twist, inserted into her tight [X_X].

The place was not as opulent as a bedchamber, nor as vibrant as a garden. It was... like a shrine, and yet like an operating room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of a white crystal that absorbed all sound and emitted a soft halo, making the entire space so quiet one could hear their own heartbeat. In the center of the room stood an altar carved from a single piece of white marble, cold and sacred. Beside the altar, a brand-new "ceremonial gown" had been waiting for a long time. It was a modified nun's habit, named "Holy Light Prayer Maiden" by Su Muxue, imbued with a contradictory beauty of abstinence and temptation. The main body was a pure white, form-fitting garment with golden embroidery, but with large cutouts on the chest and back, connected only by a few crisscrossing white leather straps, exposing a vast expanse of her milk-white, smooth back and the deep cleavage of her chest. The lower part was a white pleated skirt so short it barely covered her buttocks, and beneath it were a pair of white over-the-knee stockings, their tops tightly cinched at the base of her thighs with garters bearing cross pendants, accentuating her forbidden zone with extreme eroticism. "Come here, my little 'nectar pot'," Su Muxue's voice echoed in the vast room, tinged with a cold anticipation. "Today, I'm going to develop a brand-new, highly artistic function for you." A strong sense of unease welled up in Lin Chuxia's heart. She obediently crawled over, humiliated, and allowed Su Muxue to dress her in this shameful "ceremonial gown." When the cold metal cross pendant touched her warm thigh skin, she couldn't help but shiver. Then, she was ordered to kneel on the pure white altar in a posture of prayer. Her wrists were cuffed together with a small silver set of handcuffs engraved with prayers, placed in front of her chest. Her legs were forced apart into a standard kneeling position, with cold jade stones placed beneath her knees, and her ankles were locked to metal rings at the base of the altar with another set of shackles. This pose forced her to straighten her back, pushing her increasingly full breasts high, and formed a curve of tempting sin behind her, where her round, perky [X_X] buttocks were barely concealed by the short skirt. To prevent her from moving restlessly due to discomfort during the upcoming "creation," Su Muxue had also "thoughtfully" placed a head restraint on her, made of silver wire and white gold, resembling a thorny crown. Several supports extended from the crown, gently but irresistibly fixing her forehead and jaw, forcing her head to tilt back slightly, her gaze directed only obliquely towards the ceiling. "A good work requires absolute focus," Su Muxue said in a tone that was almost a whisper, like a lover, but her words sent a chill through Lin Chuxia. She took out an exquisite, mithril-made spherical gag, its internal structure as complex and hollowed out as a birdcage, and forced it into Lin Chuxia's mouth. The cold metal instantly pried open her small mouth, securing her teeth and soft tongue, making it impossible for her to close her mouth or utter any complete syllables. Saliva uncontrollably dripped from the corners of her mouth, staining the front of her garment. Next, Su Muxue used two silver forceps to pick up a crystal-clear sugar cube, cut into a perfect square, and carefully placed it on the small platform in the center of the gag, just large enough to accommodate her tongue tip. "Your task is simple," Su Muxue stepped back, admiring her "arrangement," her voice carrying a cold, surgical precision. "Use your tongue to lick it and melt it. All the sugar water mixed with your saliva must flow through the pre-designed channel of the gag and drip precisely into the cup below." As she spoke, she placed a goblet, also carved from crystal, directly beneath Lin Chuxia's chin. "Remember," Su Muxue's lips curved into a faint, cruel smile. She pointed to the magic tentacles that were slowly rising from the floor around the altar, shimmering with a faint blue demonic light, covered in fine barbs. "If even a single drop falls outside the cup, or if the sugar cube falls out of your mouth... these little things will let you experience what 'true art' is." Lin Chuxia's pupils contracted sharply! She looked at the tentacles, coiled like vipers, with sheer terror, and an icy chill shot from the base of her spine to the crown of her head!

"Tonight, I have prepared new 'uniforms' for you," Su Muxue's voice held a childlike excitement, like a child discovering a new toy. "I suddenly felt that the poolside would be lonely without two obedient little pets." Under her will, two identical, extremely modified deep blue 'dog-style revealing swimsuits' materialized before them. The fabric of the swimsuits was a highly lustrous, ultra-thin elastic material, clinging like a second skin. The chest area was completely cut out, leaving only two thin straps that wrapped around the neck, leaving their already mature and full breasts completely exposed and uncovered. The lower half of the swimsuits was cut into an extremely thin thong style, barely covering the most essential parts, but shamelessly and completely exposing the entire round, perky buttocks and most of the mysterious garden. On the front of the swimsuits, their "names" were printed in white letters: "Mei Xiang Ding" and "Me

"Your eating habits are atrocious," the Blood Demon Blade commented dismissively. "Tonight's dinner is canceled." Morning sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor. Three women were led into a training room filled with equipment Su Muxue couldn't identify. "Today, we learn 'waiting' and 'coming'," the Blood Demon Blade announced. "Failure will be punished. Those who perform well... might receive a reward." He fitted each of them with different restraints. Su Muxue was given an exquisite set of silver shackles. Thin chains extended from a collar to her wrists and ankles, finally converging at a silver ring around her waist. Any significant movement would tighten the chains, leaving red marks on her fair skin. Lin Wanyin was fitted with a leather straitjacket, encasing her from neck to thighs, exposing only her breasts and lower body. The inside of the straitjacket was lined with small protrusions that gently rubbed against her skin with each breath. Lin Chuxia, the most pitiable, was forced into a fluffy lamb costume, her wrists and ankles bound together with furry cuffs, making her look like a lamb led to the slaughter. "Kneel," the Blood Demon Blade commanded. Su Muxue froze. The act was too humiliating; she would rather be beaten than willingly bend her knees. "Three," the Blood Demon Blade began to count down. "Two..." Lin Wanyin was the first to kneel, her head bowed, her long hair obscuring her expression. Lin Chuxia whimpered and followed suit. "One." Su Muxue's knees finally touched the cold floor. The chains clinked with her movement, as if mocking her submission. "Very good," the Blood Demon Blade nodded in satisfaction. "Now, crawl over." At this moment, Su Muxue truly wished she were dead. She moved forward inch by inch, the chains tightening and biting into her skin. Even more unbearable was the continuous vibration from her fox tail, making her legs so weak she could barely support her body. Halfway through her crawl, the Blood Demon Blade suddenly pressed a button on a remote control. Lin Wanyin screamed as the protrusions inside her straitjacket began to rotate and rub. Lin Chuxia's lamb costume suddenly electrified, causing her to tremble violently. Su Muxue didn't stop. She knew that if she did, the other two would suffer. By the time she finally crawled to the Blood Demon Blade's feet, she was drenched in sweat, her body trembling slightly from the effort of suppressing pleasure. "Good dog," the Blood Demon Blade lifted her chin with the tip of his boot. "It seems you're starting to understand – obedience lessens pain." These words were more agonizing to Su Muxue than any torture. Because she realized she was actually contemplating how to "obey" in a way that would make it easier for all three of them. During the lunch break, they were locked onto wall-mounted racks. It was called a rest, but it was another form of discipline – they were forced to maintain an upright posture, feet shoulder-width apart, arms raised overhead and locked to the wall. Su Muxue's position was directly in front of a mirror. She saw herself in a ridiculous fox costume, her face flushed from exertion, her eyes reflecting a submissiveness she detested. What made her even more mortified was discovering that her body was reacting to the continuous vibration – her legs were already wet, conspicuously so against the light-colored fabric. "It seems our little fox is enjoying herself," the Blood Demon Blade's voice suddenly sounded beside her ear. Su Muxue startled violently, trying to press her legs together, but the ankle restraints prevented her. He reached out and gently pressed the damp spot through the fabric. Su Muxue gritted her teeth, her fingernails digging deeply into her palms. She told herself not to yield, not to show any pleasure to this demon. But her body betrayed her. As the Blood Demon Blade increased the pressure, a moan escaped her lips. She immediately clamped her mouth shut, but it was too late. "Honesty is a virtue," the Blood Demon Blade chuckled, his fingers deftly parting the fabric to directly touch her sensitive core. Su Muxue shook her head desperately, tears finally escaping and rolling down her cheeks. She hated her body, hated why it reacted to humiliation; she hated herself even more, because in that humiliating pleasure, there was a fleeting moment where she wished he wouldn't stop. When she finally climaxed in his hands, she heard her own broken sobs. It wasn't pleasure, but utter surrender. Beside her, Lin Wanyin turned her face away, but Su Muxue saw two small wet patches on the front of her straitjacket. Lin Chuxia was sobbing quietly, her body trembling beneath the lamb costume. The Blood Demon Blade watched the reactions of the three women with satisfaction, patting each of their heads as if soothing frightened pets. "Remember this feeling," he said. "Pleasure is not shameful; resisting instinct is foolish." As night fell, the training finally ended. But the punishment had just begun – due to their lack of cooperation during the day, all three were fitted with more severe restraints. Su Muxue was given a full-body chastity suit. A metal casing covered her from chest to thighs, leaving only small openings for necessary biological functions. The most tormenting part was the built-in vibrator, which activated randomly, keeping her in a constant state of unease. Lin Wanyin was fitted with a dog muzzle, and a tail attached to a collar and a butt plug. The muzzle would tighten if she attempted to speak. Lin Chuxia had it the worst. She was forced into a baby-sized latex suit, her fingers also encased, and placed on a mat in the corner like a large doll.

"It seems the 'appetizer' earlier gave you a good rest. However, a perfect concert cannot have its protagonist with her eyes closed the entire time." As he spoke, he reached out, and with no trace of gentleness, unfastened the strap of the lace blindfold tied behind her head. "Shh—" The thin lace, which had obscured all her light, was roughly torn away. Blinding light instantly flooded her eyes, which had adapted to the darkness, causing her to instinctively squint. As her vision slowly sharpened from blur to clarity, she saw... She saw... a perfectly bound, utterly debauched 'work of art' she had never encountered before. The body was encased in a white 'pet nurse' outfit with scandalously little fabric. Her arms were folded back, confined within black leather restraints. Her legs were spread apart, encased in a pair of completely vertical, black boots resembling hooves. Her slender waist was cinched into a breathtaking S-shape by a rigid corset, which exaggeratedly lifted the pair of snow-white mounds in front of her. And clamped onto those mounds were silver nipple clamps, holding glass suction cups. Her face was adorned with a horse-bit gag, forcing her lips into a seductive 'O' shape, with glistening, shameful saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth... This... this was what a perfect, art piece filled with the beauty of depravity and humiliation! A morbid excitement and obsession, belonging to a 'collector,' even flashed through her mind. However, in the next second, she realized... The face of that 'art piece,' that pale, tear-streaked face filled with terror and humiliation... Was identical to her own! "No... no... this isn't me..." Her mind, at this moment, completely ceased to function. "What, don't recognize yourself?" The Blood Demon Blade seemed to read her thoughts. He chuckled lightly, picked up a large, full-length crystal floor mirror from the side, and slowly moved it in front of her. In the mirror, that debauched, vulgar, ravished 'bitch' stared back at her, clearly and cruelly. In that instant, Su Muxue felt her world utterly, cleanly shatter. Five hundred years of pride. The dignity of a deity. The absolute confidence of an 'artist' who creates and commands beauty. Everything was crushed into dust, scattering into an unrecoverable mess, the moment she saw that... disgustingly base, lewd, and pornographic image in the mirror! "Ah... Ahhhhhh—!!!" She let out a guttural, beast-like roar filled with despair and madness. But from the mouth stretched open by the gag, only a more humiliating whimper, "Mmm... Ugh... Ugh..." emerged. She thrashed wildly, trying to shatter the mirror, trying to escape the debauched self in the reflection that she couldn't bear to look at. But all her movements only made the body in the mirror writhe and convulse in an even more lewd and unbearable posture. And just as she was about to be driven completely mad by this ultimate humiliation, her gaze, passing over the mirror, saw... the scene beyond the mirror.

Time had lost all meaning within the Chastisement Hall. Whether it was the second day or the third, no one could tell. For the three women, utterly bound by the K9 suits, every minute, every second, was an agonizing descent into hell. Su Muxue, Lin Wanyin, and Lin Chuxia had been forced into a humiliating, folded-limb crawling posture for an unknown duration. The black, cold "K9 suits" felt as if they had fused with their bodies. What tormented them most wasn't a singular moment of intense pain, but an unending, subtle, and constant "reminder." The memory foam beneath their knees and elbows had indeed offered protection, preventing their bones from shattering. But as you had envisioned, the sensation of "dull ache" had evolved from an initial sting to a current state of numbness and throbbing pain. This pain, like a faithful servant, whispered incessantly at their nerve endings: "You are kneeling. You are crawling. You are not human." The gag in their mouths was the second layer of torture. Their jawbones ached from being forcibly held open for so long, and their forced-out tongues had long since gone numb, devoid of sensation. The only part that remained acutely aware was their salivary glands. Unable to swallow, they could only watch as their humiliating saliva, a testament to their "craving," dripped from their numb tongues, "drip, drip, drip," pooling beneath them into small, shameful puddles. Then there were the latex gloves, forcing their hands into fists. Their fingers, stiffened from prolonged forced clenching, were like the claws of a dead bird. And the metal rings, connected to the ropes of the shibari, were like a demon's switch. They dared not even shift their bodies, for the slightest movement would tug at the ropes, sending involuntary waves of pleasure surging to the crown of their heads. They had become… three living instruments of torture, trapped within the shells of "dogs." Lin Chuxia had long since broken. The poor girl spent most of her time sobbing softly, numbly. Her once clear eyes were now filled only with emptiness and terror. The puddles beneath her were always the largest. Lin Wanyin, however, was like a wounded she-wolf trapped in a cage. She lay there, her body trembling slightly from the curse of the "Charm-Scent Cauldron" and the constant stimulation of the K9 suit. Her gaze, still burning with venomous fire, was fixed on the entrance to the Chastisement Hall. She was waiting, waiting for the man's appearance, if only to kill him with her eyes. And Su Muxue… Su Muxue had chosen to "shut down." She lay on the cold stone tiles, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes (still bearing the dried tracks of last night's tears) fluttering slightly. She could not resist the physical restraints, but she tried to preserve her soul.

"Heh," Blood Demon Blade chuckled, "A rather exquisite design, wouldn't you agree? From this moment on, every crawl, every bend of your arms, will be a personal 'reward' for your own breasts. Your body will learn to please me faster than your mind ever could." A new collar was placed around her neck, bearing the inscription you requested: "Master's Vengeful Cum Dumpster." Next came the head. A cute pair of dog ears were affixed, alongside a translucent dog mask that covered half her face, leaving only a pair of desperate, burning eyes visible. The most cruel of the implements was brought forth. "Open your mouth." Lin Wanyin clamped her lips shut tightly. Blood Demon Blade gripped her chin, and with a "crack," her jaw was forced open. A cold metal gag was shoved in, the metal ring stretching her mouth to its widest. Immediately after, a barbed tongue clamp seized her tongue, forcibly pulling it out of her mouth and securing it to the lower edge of the gag. "Mmm... mmmph..." She couldn't even form a complete syllable. This posture made swallowing impossible, and saliva immediately began to dribble uncontrollably from the tip of her extended tongue, falling onto her own chest, creating a glistening, lewd sheen. Finally, the playful finale. A thong, made of the finest material, replaced her underwear, the string digging deeply into the cleft of her rounded buttocks. And then, a large, fluffy black tail plug, generously coated in lubricant, was thrust into her rear with no tenderness, with a twist and a forceful shove! "Ah—!" The intense sensation of a foreign object and the shame of violation sent a tremor through her entire body. The dog tail, now standing erect, swayed slightly with her trembling. "Perfect," Blood Demon Blade said, patting her tensed buttocks, stimulated by the tail, with satisfaction. Next were Su Muxue and Lin Chuxia. The same procedure, the same cruel "attire." Su Muxue, a deity who had lived for five hundred years, resisted the most fiercely. She attempted to mobilize her divine power, but the "Charm Fragrance" curse within her (planted during last night's forced feeding) caused her entire body to flush with lustful heat whenever she tried to use her mental energy, making it impossible to gather her magic. She was pinned to the ground and forced into the dog attire. Her figure was the most mature and voluptuous of the three. Her breasts, maintained by divine power to be comparable to perfect works of art, were constricted by the bondage into breathtaking curves. Her collar was inscribed with: "Ungrateful Bitch Goddess." When her tongue was pulled out and saliva flowed uncontrollably, the dignity of this goddess finally shattered, along with last night's love fluids, into a million pieces. Her heart was filled with immense shame and resentment; she swore that if she ever had the chance, she would tear this man limb from limb... However, when the rope connected to her nipple clamps was pulled, what escaped her throat were shameful moans, unfamiliar even to herself. Lin Chuxia, the pathetic "little piss pot," cried from beginning to end. She was dressed in a pink K9 suit, with even bows tied to her dog ears. Her collar was inscribed with: "Master's Cute Little Piss Pot." When her small pink tail plug was inserted, she cried so hard she nearly fainted. Her bound body was so petite, the curves outlined by the bondage still held a youthful innocence, but this innocence, at this moment, appeared even more lewd, like a cute, broken BDSM doll. Three "female dogs," of different "breeds" but equally sexy and depraved, were thus born. "Alright, my little dogs," Blood Demon Blade stepped back a few paces, a long whip in his hand. "You like to run, don't you? Now, practice properly. Show me how a proper female dog crawls." He cracked the whip on the floor beside them, the sound echoing with a loud "crack." "Crawl!" The three "female dogs" were forced to move. They could only use their knees and elbows to propel themselves. The memory foam on their knees and elbows served as a constant reminder of their humiliating status with every contact to the ground. At first, they crawled awkwardly, filled with resistance. Su Muxue, in particular, would rather endure the searing pain in her knees than move an inch.

Lin Chuxia was already in position, her ass high in the air, her forelimbs (folded arms) slightly raised, emitting excited whimpers from her throat. Lin Wanyin, however, lay stiffly, her eyes vacant, as if she had already foreseen her failure. "Three!" Three small balls were thrown simultaneously, arcing through the air and landing in different corners of the room. The red ball rolled under a low cabinet by the wall, the blue one behind the sofa, and the pink one, the furthest, rolled directly into the pet tunnel at the other end of the room. Almost the instant the balls were thrown, Lin Chuxia bolted. She scrambled forward on all fours with incredible speed, her small pink form a blur on the shag carpet like a real puppy, her tail wagging excitedly behind her. Without hesitation, she plunged into the pet tunnel, and soon "rustling" sounds of searching could be heard from within. Su Muxue froze for a second before realizing she had to move. She summoned all her strength, urging her aching limbs to crawl. The movement was even more difficult than during the day – the room was covered in shag carpet, her elbows and knees sinking deep, requiring immense effort for every inch. The harness on her chest tightened and loosened with her movements, the knots rubbing against her nipples, sending shivers down her spine. Worse still were the T-crotch strap and the tail plug. With every crawl, the strap dug deeper into her cleft, chafing her clitoris and anus. The tail swung from side to side with her movements, its tip brushing against the most sensitive skin of her inner thighs, making her want to scream from the itch. She was like a clumsy, bound insect, struggling to move across the shag carpet. Saliva streamed from her mouth due to her heavy panting and crawling, dripping onto the carpet and leaving a wet trail. Her vision was blurred by the mask, and she could only vaguely make out her direction, crawling towards the low cabinet. She had crawled less than three meters when she heard Lin Chuxia's happy barks. The little girl emerged from the pet tunnel, the pink ball in her mouth, trotting back with her tail wagging excitedly, dropping the ball at Blood Demon Blade's feet, and waiting for praise. "Very good, Little Chuxia, first place." Blood Demon Blade patted her head and gave her a small biscuit. Su Muxue gritted her teeth – though with the bit in her mouth, the action was rather futile. She sped up, her elbows and knees scraping against the shag carpet, sending searing pain through her. The memory foam padding had long since lost its effectiveness; every movement felt like being dragged across sandpaper. Finally, she reached the low cabinet. The red ball was wedged in the gap between the cabinet and the wall, only a small portion visible. She lowered her head, trying to pick it up with her mouth. But with the bit in her mouth and her tongue pulled taut, this simple action became incredibly difficult. She tried three times, but the ball slipped from her grasp each time. Sweat soaked her hair, trickling down her neck and into the knots of the harness. She felt a wave of despair. Couldn't she even do something this simple? As she attempted it for the fourth time, she heard Lin Wanyin's suppressed whimper from behind her. Su Muxue turned her head and saw Lin Wanyin had just reached the sofa and was trying to reach the blue ball behind it with her mouth. Her movements were even stiffer than Su Muxue's, and each attempt caused the knots on her chest to tighten painfully around her breasts. Her arousal secreted profusely due to the pain and humiliation, filling the room with a sweet, decadent scent. Lin Wanyin tried twice. On the third attempt, she suddenly broke down. She stopped trying to get the ball and instead pressed her forehead against the sofa, her shoulders shaking violently. Broken whimpers, like those of a dying animal, came from her mouth. Watching this, Su Muxue felt a sharp pang in her heart. She turned her head away, no longer looking at Lin Wanyin, and focused all her attention on the red ball. This time, she adjusted her angle. She turned her head to the side, using the corner of her mouth to nudge the ball, while using her "forepaws" (folded arms) covered in latex gloves to gently guide it. This movement caused the knots on her chest to tighten abruptly, sending a sharp, stinging pain through her nipples, but she endured it. The ball was finally dislodged by the cooperation of her mouth and "forepaws." She lowered her head and gently bit the fuzz on the ball's surface – not too hard, for fear of damaging it, but not too lightly, for fear of dropping it. Success. Holding the ball in her mouth, she began to crawl back. This posture was even more difficult; she had to tilt her head back to keep the ball from falling while crawling. Saliva, due to the tilted head, flowed directly into her throat, choking her and nearly causing her to drop the ball. One meter, two meters... every inch felt like torture. The soreness in her limbs, the stimulation on her chest, the friction on her nether regions, and the sweet strawberry scent emanating from the ball all mingled together, assaulting her remaining will. Finally, she crawled back to the starting point. She released her mouth, and the red ball rolled to Blood Demon Blade's feet, its surface covered in her saliva.