The Princess's Sex Slave Life

Sophia blinked, waiting quietly for the princess to continue. She knew the princess sometimes snuck into the forbidden section of the library, one of the few places she could escape the court's rigid etiquette. "The book says two people can... can play a game where one obeys, and the other... controls," Eliana's fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt. "They use ropes, and... and some special toys..." Sophia's expression shifted from confusion to understanding, her eyes widening slightly. "Your Highness means... those special games between adults?" Eliana nodded vigorously, her golden hair tracing a shimmering arc in the air. "That's it! I... I secretly bought some things from outside the palace." She hopped off the divan and padded barefoot to the bedside, dragging out an exquisite sandalwood box from under it. Sophia gasped. The box was neatly arranged with various items she had never seen before – soft red ropes, small rings glinting with metallic luster, a black leather collar, a strange spherical object, and several oddly shaped clamps. "These are..." "Bondage ropes, nipple clamps, a collar, a gag," Eliana pointed to each item as if reciting a familiar list, clearly having studied them many times. "Sophia, I... I want to try." Sophia's face instantly turned crimson. "Your Highness! This... this is not appropriate! You are a princess, and I..." "Precisely because you are the only one I can fully trust," Eliana grabbed Sophia's hand, her eyes shining with an unprecedented light. "We grew up together, you know everything about me. Outside, you are my maid, but here... we can try anything we want to try." Sophia felt her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of her chest. She looked into the princess's expectant eyes, recalling every secret, every laugh, and every tear they had shared over the years. Finally, she slowly nodded. "If... if this is truly what Your Highness desires." Eliana beamed, a radiant smile blooming, and immediately began to untie the fastenings of her formal gown. "Starting today! You'll help me put these on." Sophia's hands trembled slightly, but she still took the red rope the princess offered. Following the princess's instructions, she began to loop the rope around the princess's slender wrists. Eliana's skin was as smooth as silk, appearing even fairer against the backdrop of the rope. "Tighter," Eliana guided softly. "The book says it needs to be tight enough to feel it." Sophia adjusted the tension, watching as the rope left faint marks on the princess's wrists. A strange sensation arose within her – the princess, usually so high and mighty, was now at her mercy. As the rope was wound around her chest, Eliana let out a small moan. Sophia was surprised to find the princess's body reacting noticeably to this restraint. "And then... the gag," Eliana's voice was already trembling slightly. Sophia picked up the strange spherical object, carefully placed it in the princess's mouth, and then tied the leather strap behind her head. Eliana's eyes immediately became moist, and she let out muffled sounds. "Your Highness... are you alright?" Sophia asked, concerned. Eliana nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with a longing Sophia had never seen before. She turned her gaze to the collar, gesturing for Sophia to put it on her. As the cool leather collar fastened around the princess's slender neck, Sophia felt an unprecedented sense of power surge through her. She gently tugged on the chain attached to the collar, watching the princess obediently follow her movements. "I never imagined..." Sophia murmured, "that Your Highness would be so..." Eliana knelt on the soft carpet, looking up at Sophia, her eyes filled with submission and anticipation. In this moment, the fifteen-year master-servant relationship between them was completely overturned. Sophia took a deep breath and, for the first time, spoke with a commanding tone. "Crawl to my feet, my little princess."

The night was deep and silent. Ariana was bound to the Persian rug in the center of the bedchamber, her limbs splayed in a reverse horse-hoof position by thick red ropes. The cords dug into her tender flesh. She wore only a nearly transparent black negligee, her nipple rings glinting silver in the candlelight. Sophia lounged on a pile of cushions, one foot clad in a white stocking resting casually on Ariana's face. With her other hand, she flipped through the forbidden book that had altered their relationship. The princess submissively rubbed her cheek against the sole of the maid's foot, the faint scent of lavender filling her nostrils. "Mmm... mmm..." Ariana emitted muffled whimpers, her mouth filled with a gag preventing her from forming coherent words. But Sophia could already decipher her every sound. "Just a little longer, my little princess." Sophia's fingertip traced the page, then paused at the edge. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she leaned forward unconsciously. Ariana felt Sophia's foot suddenly lift from her face. She blinked, confused, her eyes hidden by the blindfold. After a rustling sound, she felt the gag and the blindfold being removed simultaneously. "Your Highness, look at this." Sophia's voice held an unusual tremor. Ariana squinted, adjusting to the light. She saw Sophia pointing to a line of small text at the edge of the page: "Pain is the source of power, and submission is the other side of royalty." The familiar italicized script sent a shiver through her. "This... this is Mother's handwriting." Ariana's voice was barely audible. Sophia nodded. "I thought so too. And it's not just here; there are similar annotations in the margins throughout the book." Ariana felt a wave of dizziness. Countless fragmented memories suddenly coalesced—her mother watching her and Sophia play with a mysterious smile, occasionally inquiring about the details of their games; her mother's maid, Leah, holding a position far above other servants in the palace, sometimes even issuing orders to the Queen... "I need to see Mother," Ariana suddenly declared, struggling to free herself from the ropes. Sophia hesitated. "Your Highness, are you sure? If Her Majesty doesn't know you've found this book..." "Quite the opposite," Ariana's eyes gleamed with a strange light. "I believe she's been waiting for me to discover it."

"Your Highness, you don't have to..." Sophia was interrupted by Eliana as soon as she spoke. "Sophia, don't worry. Didn't you forget? As long as I don't consent, nothing will truly enter me." Eliana held Sophia's slightly trembling hand. "I will always belong only to you, my little master." Sophia turned to Eliana and was surprised to find not fear, but a dangerous excitement on the princess's face. "When do we start?" Eliana asked, her voice slightly hoarse with anticipation. The entrance to the underground sex dungeon was hidden beneath the oldest building in the royal palace, a place where unforgivable female convicts and female spies from enemy nations were imprisoned. Moss grew on the stone steps, and the air was thick with a mixture of dampness and sex. Sophia followed Leah, nervously clutching the hem of her skirt. "Remember," Leah whispered without looking back, "no matter what you see, don't show that you recognize them. The jailers must believe these are just two ordinary female prisoners." Sophia nodded, her throat tight. Behind her, two "prisoners" were tightly bound with red ropes, wearing black leather hoods that revealed only their mouths stuffed with gags and their noses pulled up by nose hooks. They walked barefoot, completely naked, with nipple rings on their breasts and silver chains on their genitals glinting in the torchlight. No one would recognize them as the Queen and the Princess. "Lord Leah, you're here again." The jailer guarding the entrance to the sex dungeon grinned, revealing his uneven yellow teeth. He was a burly man with a scar running across his face. At this moment, his face was a mask of fawning smiles. Leah nodded indifferently. "The spies paraded a few days ago. His Majesty specifically instructed... to entertain them well." The jailer roughly squeezed the buttocks of the shorter prisoner, eliciting a muffled groan. "I understand, I understand. It's the same as before, the hoods can't be removed?" Leah's sharp gaze made the jailer retract his hand. "They must not be removed, and their identities must not be asked. But other than that..." She smiled meaningfully. "You can do as you please." Sophia forced herself to maintain a blank expression, watching as the jailer dragged the two trembling figures deeper into the dungeon. The sound of the iron gate closing echoed like a death knell in the stone corridor. "They... they'll be alright, won't they?" Sophia asked softly, her fingers clenched into fists. Leah lit a cigarette, her expression unreadable in the swirling smoke. "Rest assured, the Klein family's bodies will always remain pure. Her Majesty has been through this countless times. As for the princess... she is stronger than you imagine." As Eliana was roughly dragged deeper into the sex dungeon, she saw the full picture of this hell on earth through the slits of her hood. In the wall-mounted cages lining the corridor, female prisoners were pinned like specimens on X-shaped racks, their wrists and ankles secured by iron rings, their waists forced forward, their private parts exposed without any covering. Their mouths were stuffed with cylindrical gags with holes, and clear saliva dripped from their chins onto their swollen nipples. What shocked her the most was the scene in the lactation area. A dozen pregnant or recently delivered female slaves were chained to specially designed reclining chairs, their swollen breasts connected to automatic breast pumps. Their eyes were vacant, clearly conditioned to associate lactation with pleasure. Whenever the collection bottles overflowed, the jailer would roughly twist the silver rings worn on their nipples as a reward. "Don't rush, little bitch, it's your turn." The jailer leered as he pushed Eliana and the Queen towards the public use area. Here, more than twenty triangular wooden horses were lined up, each ridden by a dazed female slave. Their legs were forced open to their limit by the horses, copper rods with continuous vibrations inserted into their anuses and vaginas, and signs reading "Free Use" hung on their chests. Their pupils were dilated, saliva dripped from their mouths, and it was clear that they had lost part of their sanity through this endless violation. "Look at these two whores," a rough voice boomed above her. "Can't see their faces, but these bodies... tsk tsk. Lord Leah always sends such top-quality goods." A rough palm directly pinched her nipple. Eliana arched her back in pain, but was held down by another jailer. "I like it when they struggle even more." Eliana felt her legs being forcibly spread apart, someone tugging on the chain connected to the silver ring in her vagina, and intense pleasure shot up her spine like an electric current. Her gag was replaced with a speculum, forcing her mouth to remain wide open.

Sophia turned to examine Seraphina. Seraphina, unnerved by the scrutiny, lowered her head and trembled. After a long moment, Sophia finally spoke, "You're wearing too many adornments. These are not things a bitch should wear." Sophia's movements were unhesitating. She stepped forward, ignoring the pleading in Seraphina's eyes, and reached out, coldly removing the ruby-encrusted necklace that symbolized royalty from Seraphina's neck. Then came the diamond bracelet on her wrist, the heavy emerald earrings, and the sapphire ring that represented the family's signet of power. Each priceless piece of jewelry removed felt like stripping away layers of Seraphina's identity and dignity. Finally, Sophia undid the last clasp on Seraphina's cloak and completely removed the exquisite garment, tossing it aside. Seraphina's body was instantly exposed to the cool air of the bedchamber, leaving only her form bound by red ropes, and the glaring silver rings and brands on her chest and the side of her abdomen. She instinctively curled up, but the ropes restricted her, allowing her only to lower her head in vain. Ariana also quietly cooperated with Sophia, shedding her own formal attire to reveal a body similarly bound by ropes. Then, Sophia took two heavy horse muzzles from a prepared tray. The leather was cold and hard, the metal buckles glinting sharply. She first fitted one onto Ariana, who obediently opened her mouth, her eyes calm yet expectant. The straps of the muzzle tightened behind her head, forcing her mouth to remain open, saliva beginning to pool uncontrollably at the corners. When it was Seraphina's turn, Sophia's movements were noticeably rougher. She pried open Seraphina's attempts to clamp her mouth shut and shoved the muzzle in, the force causing Seraphina to yelp in pain. The straps dug into her flesh, and the overwhelming shame and [X] made her vision black out. "Now," Sophia's voice was cold and clear, "you are no longer queens, nor are you princesses." She picked up two leashes, clipping them onto the collars around Seraphina's and Ariana's necks. "You are merely two of the most debased sex slaves in need of 'training.' Your destination is the sex slave training facility. The trainers there will take good care of you." Upon hearing the words "sex slave training facility," Seraphina's pupils contracted instantly to pinpricks. To be handed over to the most ruthless trainers she herself had cultivated? To be treated like the lowest of livestock – this was more terrifying than Sophia's direct actions! It was a complete descent with no hope of recovery! "Mmmph! Mmmph—!!" Seraphina shook her head frantically, desperate cries erupting from her muzzle-blocked mouth. Her body struggled to pull back, but the leash in Sophia's hand held her fast. Tears instantly streamed down her face. Sophia was indifferent to her struggles and pleas, her gaze as cold as iron. She yanked the leash sharply and commanded, "Walk!" Seraphina stumbled as she was pulled, while Ariana followed silently. Sophia led them through the deep, winding corridors of the bedchamber, towards the place deep underground that Seraphina knew intimately but had never entered as "cargo." The heavy metal door slowly opened, releasing a complex odor of sweat, semen, leather, disinfectant, and a faint hint of blood. In the dim light, one could vaguely discern various cold racks, restraints, and figures bound to them in different postures, their eyes vacant or in pain. A tall, hot woman dressed in a tight black leather outfit, wielding a long, slender riding crop, approached. She was the chief trainer of the facility, Vesper. Vesper's face bore a professional coldness and a hint of appraisal. When she saw the two figures Sophia was leading, her gaze first fell on Ariana. Her exquisite beauty, her restrained posture – Vesper couldn't help but lick her lips. What a stunner... Then, her gaze shifted to the other... Upon seeing Seraphina's face, recognizable even distorted by the muzzle and blurred by tears, Vesper's cold expression instantly shattered. She abruptly knelt on one knee, her voice trembling with shock and reverence, "Your... Your Majesty?! How... How could you..." Seraphina wished she could die immediately. She desperately lowered her head, trying to bury her face in her chest, but the ropes and muzzle only allowed her to twist her body in vain, emitting more desperate and shameful whimpers. To be seen in such a pathetic state, reduced to a sex slave, by her most trusted subordinate, a trainer who had carried out her cruel commands countless times... This was more soul-destroying than any torture. Sophia coldly interrupted Vesper's greeting, "Get up. Look closely, Vesper." She yanked Seraphina's leash forcefully, making Seraphina stagger and lift her head, fully exposing her tear-streaked, muzzle-bound, humiliated face to Vesper. "She is no longer your Majesty. She is now merely a lowly sex slave, designated '01,' just like '02' beside her." Sophia pointed at Ariana. "They require the most thorough training. Forget their former identities. Train them as you would the lowest, most disobedient broodmares. This is an order."

"But!" Verr's voice suddenly rose, laced with a twisted excitement, "From today onwards! She is no longer Queen! She is merely '01' here! A sex slave, like you, perhaps even more debased, more in need of discipline!" She yanked the chains forcefully, spinning Seraphina in place to display her humiliation to everyone. "Look! Look at the mark on her body! Look at her in chains! She will be the training ground's newest teaching material! Your example!" The deathly silence was broken, and whispers, suppressed chuckles, even sobs of pleasure rippled through the crowd. Verr watched the effect with satisfaction, then, pulling on both chains, dragged Seraphina and Eliana towards one side of the arena. Two specially designed metal restraint chairs were placed there. The backs were high, and the armrests and legs were fitted with sturdy metal buckles. Seraphina and Eliana were forcibly pressed into the cold metal chairs. Their wrists were cuffed to the armrests, their legs spread wide and hoisted high by straps, secured to a crossbar above the chair. This position forced their legs apart, arching their bodies backward. The cold metal seat and the suspended posture brought immense discomfort and humiliation. Seraphina was consumed by shame and rage, tears streaming down her face, but the gag in her mouth only allowed desperate whimpers. Eliana closed her eyes, but the irregular flickering of the pleasure marks on her lower abdomen betrayed her inner excitement. Verr clapped her hands. A group of about seven or eight sex slaves, escorted by guards, were brought forward. They bore varying degrees of past disciplinary marks – brands, nipple rings, or a vacant look in their eyes. But when they saw Seraphina, restrained in the chair and displayed in such a humiliating posture, their vacant gazes instantly ignited. Shock, hatred, and a twisted sense of pleasure washed over them. Verr walked up to the group of slaves, pointing at Seraphina, and asked clearly, "'01, look at them closely! Do they look familiar? Hmm?" She bent down, leaning close to Seraphina's tear-blurred face, her voice like a viper's hiss, "These women... they are all the rejects you personally sent back for reprocessing, aren't they? Every scar on them, every ring, is etched with your name! Now..." Verr straightened up and, facing the group of slaves whose eyes burned with vengeful fire, issued her command: "Now, it's your turn to discipline her." Verr's voice echoed in the cold training ground. The gazes of the slaves, in unison, fixed on Seraphina's forced-open parts. Seraphina's body began to tremble violently in the restraint chair, her desperate whimpers piercing the gag and sounding particularly mournful in the dead silence. On the cold metal restraint chair, Seraphina's whimpers turned into desperate wails. The seven or eight female slaves she had once deemed worthless and discarded now burned with a hatred that threatened to consume her. They approached step by step, their fingers trembling slightly from excitement or fear. "Start with cleaning," Verr's voice was devoid of emotion. She picked up a brush and threw it at the feet of the leading slave. "Her Majesty... oh no, Number '01' used to hate anything unclean. Scrub her clean, inside and out." The slave picked up the brush, her fingers clenching tightly. She walked between Seraphina's widely spread legs and, looking at the entrance that contracted slightly from fear and shame, a flicker of pleasure crossed her eyes. "Mmmph... no..." Seraphina shook her head frantically, her body writhing in the restraint chair. The cold metal bristles pressed against her without warning, with a retaliatory force, savagely scraping her most tender and sensitive core. "Ahhh—!" Seraphina's body jolted upwards, only to be yanked back by the restraints, a distorted scream escaping her throat. The intense pain and unbearable friction instantly drenched her in cold sweat. The other slaves also gathered around. Some maliciously pinched the soft flesh of her inner thighs with their fingernails; others, mimicking her past actions, roughly poked and kneaded her forced-open breasts with their fingers, tugging at the newly pierced nipple rings; one, picking up a bottle of cold lubricating oil from nearby, poured it directly onto her abdomen and chest, letting the viscous liquid flow down the curves of her body, dripping onto the cold metal seat and the floor. Eliana watched from the side. Restrained in the same position, the gag preventing her from speaking, her breathing clearly quickened. Her blue eyes, unblinking, watched Seraphina being wantonly violated by her former slaves, watched the once-lofty queen being dragged into the mud. Deep within her lower abdomen, a warm current began to surge again, her pleasure marks glowing faintly. Verr noticed Eliana's reaction. She walked over and traced a finger across Eliana's slightly warm lower abdomen. "Number '02' seems to be feeling it? Don't worry, it'll be your turn soon." Her finger, stained with some of the oil that had dripped from Seraphina, brushed against Eliana's nose. "Smell that, it's the scent of your companion." Seraphina's struggles gradually weakened, turning into intermittent sobs. Her body, pinched and twisted, was covered in red marks, her skin slick with a mixture of oil, tears, and sweat, utterly disheveled. She was like a broken doll, her eyes vacant as she stared at the ceiling, only her body instinctively flinching. "Enough," Verr finally said. The slaves reluctantly stopped, stepping back with a lingering sense of exhilaration. Verr walked up to Seraphina, pinched her chin, and forced her to look at Eliana. "See, Number '02' is much calmer than you. Such a waste, already can't take it?" She released her grip and patted her. "Get up. The warm-up is over, time for the main lesson." "Take them to the demonstration platform," Verr commanded. Two instructors stepped forward, lifting the weak Seraphina and leading Eliana towards a slightly elevated black stone platform in the center of the training ground. The platform was cold, resembling a giant tombstone in the dim light. The instructors skillfully pressed Seraphina face-up onto the platform. Her wrists and ankles were secured by metal rings extending from the platform's edge, stretching her into a '大' shape. Eliana was then instructed to lie face-down on top of her.

"Who... who are you?" Vina gritted out. A languid, magnetic female voice responded, laced with a hint of surprise, "Oh? Someone actually managed to resist my 'Sweet Dream Scent'?" As the voice spoke, a hand clad in a sleek, black, long glove reached out. Icy fingers gently hooked Vina's chin, forcing her head higher. In the faint moonlight filtering through the window, Vina finally got a clear look at her captor. She was encased in a latex catsuit that shimmered with a dark, alluring sheen, sculpting her incredibly voluptuous body into flawless curves, like a second skin. Her feet were adorned with thigh-high, matching latex stiletto ballet boots. The heels were as slender as stilettos, yet she moved with an effortless grace. Her silver hair cascaded loosely, framing a face of breathtaking beauty that could captivate any mortal. However, her eyes held a playful, detached amusement, as if appraising an interesting toy. "A promising specimen, indeed. Your mental fortitude is quite resilient," the mysterious woman mused, examining Vina with a hint of regret in her tone. "A pity. Your abduction will throw this kingdom into chaos. Such a nuisance." Her gaze swept past Vina, landing on the three figures still bound to the restraint frame behind her. A spark flickered in her eyes. "However, your three 'toys'... are truly rare finds. They're mine now." Vina stared intently, forcing herself to remain upright, and managed to rasp out again, "Who... exactly are you?!" The mysterious woman withdrew her hand from Vina's chin, her brow furrowing slightly. Her tone grew colder, "Tsk... I don't appreciate your tone." Before she finished speaking, she delivered a swift, decisive slap. "Slap!" The sharp sound echoed piercingly in the silent hall. The force of the blow wasn't immense, but it shattered Vina's last vestiges of willpower. She could no longer resist the potent aphrodisiac mist permeating the air and the crushing mental pressure. Her vision blurred, and she collapsed limply to the floor, unconscious. The mysterious woman looked down at the fallen Vina. She casually lifted a foot clad in a latex ballet boot and used the smooth, hard tip of her stiletto to gently press against Vina's face. "Me?" she purred, looking down at the unconscious Vina beneath her, her red lips parting in a lazy, mocking drawl. "Just an old hag who enjoys collecting slaves." With that, she retracted her foot. Her left hand made a casual gesture in the air. Three exquisite, palm-sized metal cages, emitting a faint magical glow, materialized and hovered above her palm. The cages were intricately carved with complex patterns, resembling works of art more than restraints. Then, with her right hand, she beckoned towards the restraint frame in the distance. An unbelievable sight unfolded. Alice, Aliana, and Serina, firmly secured to the heavy metal frame, transformed into three faint beams of light simultaneously. They detached from the restraints as if pulled by an invisible force, rapidly shrinking, and then precisely flew into the three hovering cages. The cage doors snapped shut with a click. Through the bars, three minuscule humanoid figures could be faintly discerned, still in their restrained positions, lying still as if in a deep slumber. The mysterious woman glanced with satisfaction at the three cages containing her "treasures" in her palm and casually pocketed them. "We'll meet again." With that ethereal parting remark, her form blurred, as if melting into the night, and then vanished completely from the vast, silent banquet hall.

A crisp unlocking sound, like a heavenly melody in the dead silence of the cell. Immediately following, the rhythmic and loud sound of high heels striking the floor. "Tap! Tap! Tap!" Each step was like a deliberate high-kneed stride, accompanied by the faint rustle of leather, and... Wu Anqi's suppressed moans and gasps, a mixture of pain and pleasure. The blindfolds on the three of them were automatically lifted at the same moment. Eliana weakly raised her head, her blurry vision gradually focusing. As she took in the scene before her, she almost believed she was hallucinating. There stood Wu Anqi, clad in an incredibly shameful leather slave outfit. The shiny black latex suit clung tightly to her voluptuous figure, accentuating every curve. Her arms were bound securely by black restraints, held out to her sides, her hands completely encased in horse-hoof-shaped mitts, rendering them immobile. On her feet were over-the-knee horse-hoof heels, forcing her to perform high-kneed steps in place. A realistic-looking tail, connected to a vibrating device, was deeply inserted into her rear. The tail swayed slightly with her movements. Silver rings adorned her nipples, each with a tiny bell that chimed incessantly with every gasp and high-kneed step, adding to the lewdness. On her back, a small, wrinkled goblin was perched. The goblin's ugly face wore a lecherous grin, its feet resting precisely on specially made stirrups at Wu Anqi's waist. One withered hand gripped the reins connected to her collar, while the other held a slender leather whip. At this moment, the goblin roughly yanked the bit from Wu Anqi's mouth. A torrent of saliva immediately streamed uncontrollably from her lips. "Haa... haa..." Wu Anqi panted rapidly a few times, a hint of an apologetic smile on her face as she looked at the three in the cage. Her voice was hoarse from being gagged for so long. "Oh, I'm so sorry, my dear little puppies~ It's all my fault, I got too carried away playing a few days ago and forgot to set a safe word for the automatons... Sigh, these past few days have been exhausting..." As she spoke, she continued her high-kneed steps, the bells on her nipple rings jingling. "For a more realistic experience, this entire restraint set I'm wearing is enchanted. It won't come off unless all the automatons' magic is depleted... It was only when the other automatons ran out of magic that I could finally come to see you." She licked her moist lips, a glint of lingering desire in her blue eyes. "As soon as I broke free, I came to see you. I'm quite a dutiful mistress, aren't I~" Eliana silently scoffed in her mind, "Forgot? I think you deliberately didn't set one!" This woman's enjoyment of pain was beyond comprehension. The moment Wu Anqi paused her speech, her high-kneed movement faltered for a beat. "Crack—!" A sharp, resounding crack of the whip echoed. The goblin, without mercy, lashed out, striking Wu Anqi's latex-clad buttocks with immense force. The impact was so powerful that Eliana flinched in fear. "Ah—!" Wu Anqi let out a piercing scream, tears instantly welling up in her beautiful blue eyes. Her body lurched forward from the blow, nearly making her fall. She immediately bit down on her lower lip, enduring the searing pain, and quickly adjusted her posture, resuming the difficult and shameful high-kneed steps, daring not to slacken for a moment. Eliana watched with wide eyes. She could clearly feel the force contained within that whip, easily comparable to her own full-strength attack. This Wu Anqi was truly a pervert, inflicting such brutal punishment on herself. At this moment, the goblin yanked Wu Anqi's hair forcefully and muttered something in an unintelligible language. Wu Anqi grimaced in pain, her voice thick with tears, and reluctantly translated, "You must be starving... *sob*... But, but this one on my back... its magic hasn't run out yet... I can't resist it... It's making me... take you for a 'walk'..." As she spoke, she was forced to move her legs, clad in the horse-hoof heels, and trudged step by agonizing step towards the cage that held the three of them. With every step, the vibrator in her rear sent a distinct jolt through her, causing her body to tremble. The sound of bells and her gasps were exceptionally clear in the silent cell. With a few soft clicks, the dog cages that had held the three captive for an unknown number of days were finally unlocked and opened. Eliana and Alice, weak and stiff, crawled out of the narrow cage doors on all fours. Serina, having lost the support of the cage wall, hit her head with a dull thud on the cold floor. The intense pain jolted her awake from her stupor, and she let out a muffled groan. Before the three could even stretch their stiff limbs, three sets of black leather dog-slave restraints hanging on the wall, as if controlled by invisible hands, flew towards them. They consisted of exquisite collars, leather straps for the limbs, a chest harness to force them to stand erect, and protective gear for their elbows and knees, complete with a short tail at the end. The weakened trio were utterly incapable of resisting. They could only watch helplessly as the leather components conformed to their bodies, the cold buckles clicking shut automatically. The collars tightened around their necks, the chest harnesses cinched their chests, forcing them to arch their backs, and the limb straps and guards confined them to the standard bitch-crawl posture on their elbows and knees. The short tails were unceremoniously inserted into the openings at their rear. The moment the restraints were secured, the goblin automaton flicked its whip, creating a sharp crack in the air, its tip pointing forward of Wu Anqi. The three understood what this meant. Eliana gritted her teeth, a flicker of humiliation in Alice's eyes, and Serina trembled with fear, but they had no choice. Using their bound arms and knees, they crawled laboriously, inch by inch, to a position in front of Wu Anqi, forming a neat line. Just then, three thin chains flew out. The metal clasps at the ends clicked precisely onto the connecting rings behind the three women's collars. The other ends of the chains then flew towards Wu Anqi. Eliana's and Alice's chains attached to her nipple rings, respectively. Serina, positioned in the middle, had her chain fly directly between Wu Anqi's legs, securely fastening to the chastity ring hidden in her most private area.

"To be on the safe side." She sighed, continuing with a hint of loneliness and new anticipation in her voice, "Although only puppets are locked up here now, soon... I'll make this place truly lively." Her gaze swept over the three crawling figures, as if admiring her most precious treasures, "You are my first, and finest, genuine pets harvested in this forgotten land." Eliana looked at the puppet girls, eternally bound and seemingly immersed in endless pleasure, and a terrifying thought suddenly sprouted in her mind—to be so meticulously designed, bound, and trained, forever lost in a vortex of desire, it seemed... not so unbearable? A faint flicker of anticipation even spread in her heart. This thought startled her, and she quickly shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the dangerous notion, "Snap out of it, Eliana! Sophia and Vina are still out there trying to find me! They must be frantic! I can't... I can't just fall like this, be assimilated by this perverted woman!" However, the tightening sensation from the chains behind her, connected to Wu Anqi's sensitive areas, the vivid scenes of restraint in the surrounding cells, and the restless blood within her, agitated by long hunger and desire, all acted like invisible spiderwebs, constantly entangling her will. With every step she crawled forward, she felt further away from her former self. Just then, a soft "whimper" came from beside her. Eliana immediately turned her head and saw her mother anxiously shaking her head at her. Her blue eyes, so similar to Eliana's, were filled with worry and a warning. Her mother was concerned that her daughter would be assimilated by this decadent environment, indulging in this seemingly comfortable yet dangerous eternal bondage. Eliana's heart warmed, and she nodded firmly at her mother, conveying the message with her eyes, "I'm fine, I'm clear-headed." At the same time, she noticed her mother gesturing towards the restraints. Eliana's mother seemed to have struggled slightly out of anxiety just now, and the leather restraints on her arm had actually loosened noticeably! Eliana's heart stirred, and she cautiously tried to exert force herself. Indeed! Although the leather restraints binding her arms and body were exquisitely made and tough, they seemed to be... just ordinary leather restraints! There was no irresistible magical power attached to them. With their strength, it was entirely possible to break free! A spark of hope instantly ignited in Eliana's heart. She quickly exchanged a look with her mother, seeing the determination in each other's eyes. This was an excellent opportunity! Wu Anqi's own magical power seemed to be restricted by the restraints she was wearing, preventing her from using magic. And the goblin puppet on her back, apart from its strength and whip, hadn't displayed any peculiar magical abilities yet. As long as there were no unpredictable magic spells, they had a chance to escape this perverted woman's control! The two began to use subtle force from their waists and arms, gradually resisting the tightness of the leather restraints. Eliana could feel the restraints on her wrists and elbows loosening bit by bit, victory within reach. Behind them, Wu Anqi seemed still immersed in admiring her masterpiece, this perverted dungeon filled with her "ingenious design," completely unaware that the two bitches in front of her were already baring their fangs, showing signs of biting. Just as Eliana felt the restraints on her arms were about to be completely broken free— "Ah! Woo! Wuwuwu—!" Serena, in the middle, suddenly stopped crawling, lifted her head sharply, and cried out loudly. The sudden commotion immediately attracted Wu Anqi's attention. She let out a confused "Hmm?" and her gaze shifted from the surrounding cells back to the three bitches crawling at her feet. Eliana's heart sank, and she was forced to stop struggling, her heart pounding wildly. Wu Anqi looked at Serena, who had suddenly stopped and made noise, tilting her head. Her tone carried a hint of annoyance at being disturbed, "What's wrong? Lazy dog? Wanting to slack off again? Do you want to taste the whip again?" The goblin puppet on her back slowly raised the leather whip in its hand, its threat palpable. "Wuwu! Wuwuwu!" Serena shook her head frantically, her face filled with fear and urgency. She seemed to want to say something, and in her panic, she tried to turn around, but her weak body and restrained posture made her lose her balance. She fell sideways to the ground, wriggling futilely on the ground like a clumsy bitch, unable to get up immediately after several attempts, looking utterly pathetic. Wu Anqi looked at her pitiful and comical appearance, seeming to realize something. Instead of getting angry, she smiled slightly with amusement. "Oh? Does my little dog have a secret to tell her master?" As her words fell, the muzzle on Serena's mouth "clicked" and automatically detached, falling to the ground. Serena gasped for air, ignoring the discomfort in her throat, and almost with a sob, she shrieked: "Master! Master! They! They two are trying to escape! They're secretly breaking free from their restraints!"

"Beep—Slave identified: Wu Anqi. Customized torture device generated according to preset profile." "Magic fluctuations detected, magic suppression array activated." A dispassionate voice echoed through the cell. Upon hearing about the magic suppression array, Wu Anqi struggled desperately. "Hum..." The air seemed to freeze, an invisible force field enveloping the entire cell. Alice and Ariana felt nothing out of the ordinary. But Wu Anqi's reaction was far more intense. The expression of effortless ease, even enjoyment, on her face vanished instantly, replaced by sheer panic. "Idiot! Who told you to activate the magic suppression array! Damn artificial imbecile! Stop it!!" she shrieked, trying to thrash, but the restraints on her body and the dual suppression of the magic array rendered her immobile. "Slave riot detected, threat level elevated. Initiating forced restraint protocol." The cold voice ignored her enraged shouts. Alice sensed something was wrong and quickly released the iron chain in her hand. "Sizzle—!" A blinding blue arc of electricity appeared out of nowhere, striking Wu Anqi with pinpoint accuracy. "Ughhhhhh~~~~" Wu Anqi's body convulsed violently, emitting heart-wrenching screams, her muscles instantly paralyzed. Immediately after, the floor in the center of the cell silently slid open, and a cold metal device slowly rose. It was a restraint rack shaped like an inverted cross, gleaming with metallic coldness. Metal rings for securing the legs extended from the base, and directly in the center of the rack, positioned at the lower body of the restrained individual, stood a metal dildo of astonishing size. Simultaneously, a wall flipped over, revealing a dazzling array of torture instruments hanging behind it, all present and accounted for. Then, the over-the-knee leather hoof heels and the hoof-shaped hand restraints on Wu Anqi's hands were forcibly stripped away by an invisible force, falling to the ground. In their place, a pair of seemingly more exquisite black ballet heels, with heels as slender as needle tips and toes perfectly pointed, automatically flew over, precisely fitting onto her bare feet and locking instantly. "No! Let me go!" Wu Anqi screamed. Her body was lifted by the invisible force field, floating towards the cold inverted cross. Her hands were forcibly pulled up, her wrists locking into the metal rings hanging from the top with a "click." Then, her legs were forcefully spread and straightened by an invisible force, her ankles locked into the metal rings on either side of the base. The central pole began to slowly rise, adjusting its angle. As the restraint rack ascended, the cold metal dildo standing in the center aligned with Wu Anqi's forced-open, moist entrance. "No—! Stop!" Wu Anqi twisted her body in despair, but it was all in vain. "Thrust..." "Ah~" The moment the restraint rack reached its predetermined height, the thick dildo was fully inserted into Wu Anqi's body. The cold foreign sensation and the intense feeling of fullness made her body stiffen, and she let out a distorted whimper. "Ugh..." Wu Anqi was completely secured on the iron rack, her buttocks slightly raised, her hands held high, her legs spread wide by the metal bars, her lower body deeply penetrated by the thick dildo. The cold, hard touch of the metal and the presence of the foreign object within her were incredibly clear, making her feel an unprecedented sense of helplessness and intense shame. She struggled, trying to mobilize her magic, but the magic suppression array rendered her like a mortal, only able to thrash her body in vain, causing the bells on her nipple rings and collar to chime crisply. "Idiot! Let me go! Don't you feel something is wrong? If this continues, I will..." She was still trying to correct the imbecile. "Sizzle—!" Another warning arc of electricity struck her, interrupting her words and causing her to convulse and scream again. Alice stood before the torture instrument wall, witnessing the entire automatic restraint process, her face showing only cold mockery. She slowly turned around, looking at Wu Anqi, who was fixed on the rack, and picked up a tough black leather whip, cracking it sharply in the air. "It seems..." Alice's voice carried a chilling amusement, "your 'assistant' doesn't seem to be listening to you very well." Wu Anqi endured the lingering pain of the electric shock, gritting her teeth: "Don't... celebrate too soon... Without my permission... no one... can leave here!" "You're so noisy," Alice interrupted her coldly. She walked to the wall and picked up a deep-throat gag and a leather hood that only exposed the nostrils. She roughly pried open Wu Anqi's mouth, shoving the gag deep inside, all the way to the back of her throat, and then tightened the straps at the back of her head firmly. Next, the heavy hood covered her, leaving only two breathing holes and a mouth forced open, stuffed with the gag. "Mmm... mmmph..." Wu Anqi's protests and threats instantly turned into muffled whimpers.