The Baroness's Bondage Adventures Part 7 (Post-Marital Life Spinoff)

The day after the great battle, within the opulent Gothic hall of Dominax Castle. "Are you really not in a hurry?" Anna asked Isaac. "What's there to be in a hurry about?" Isaac yawned, dressed in a loose-fitting pajama set. "That William fellow is just a lapdog. He won't do anything to truly harm Sophia, at most he'll discipline her a bit, play with her. Sophia has chastity and chastity stickers on her, so there's nothing to fear." "That's true, female vampires should be thoroughly disciplined and punished. I agree," Anna said fiercely. "Heh heh, there are more important things to do. With so many beautiful women arriving at Dominax Castle, I need to enjoy myself—Ouch!!" Isaac collapsed as Anna delivered a crippling kick to his groin. "Isaac, you're such a waste," Marina said, walking in wearing a blood-red evening gown, followed by Thorne and Kaylin. She cast a contemptuous glance at Isaac and continued her conversation with Thorne. "So, you're the Markov family head now?" "Yes," Thorne stated calmly. "I'm preparing to return to Rosia with Kaylin. We need military might to keep these vampires in check." As he spoke, the silver rune tattoo on Thorne's left hand lit up, and a silver metal chain materialized around Kaylin, binding her hands behind her back and forming a silver collar around her neck. Silver handcuffs and arm cuffs appeared on her wrists and upper arms. Her forearms were bent at a ninety-degree angle to her upper arms, bound in a U-shape behind her. The handcuffs on her forearms were locked together and connected to the collar by a chain that appeared out of nowhere. In front of her, chains materialized and wrapped around Kaylin's breasts, binding her upper arms, looping around her back, and connecting to the arm cuffs. Simultaneously, chains were secured beneath her breasts. A chain descended from the collar around her neck, digging directly into her cleavage and connecting to the chains beneath her breasts. Two more chains then extended from this point, forming a '人' shape to her sides, completely encasing and binding her breasts from all directions! Kaylin's wings were just able to extend through the gaps between these two sets of chains and the chains holding her hands up, though the space was so confined that she could barely spread them fully! A chain also encircled Kaylin's lower back, even extending into a strap that dug between her legs, a punishment for her fall. A pair of thigh rings appeared on Kaylin's thighs, locking her legs so that she could only take steps of about 30 centimeters. Naturally, her ankles were also fitted with a pair of shackles, only 50 centimeters in length. "Mmph," Kaylin's mouth was sealed by a white gag that materialized out of thin air. The gag's strap was a silver chain made of metal, directly sealing the fallen angel's mouth, rendering her unable to speak! "Let's go," Thorne said, looking coldly at Kaylin. The rune on his left hand transformed into a silver bracelet on his wrist, its chain connecting to the collar around Kaylin's neck. He domineeringly tugged Kaylin and turned to leave. "Remember to visit often," Marina said, turning to Thorne. "This will always be your home."

This dress was remarkably modest, its form-fitting design accentuating her figure with lifelike precision. The neckline rose high around her neck, making her slender throat appear even more alluring, exuding an aura of chastity. The sleeves were long, perfectly encasing her delicate arms. The conservative design meant that almost her entire body, from the neck down, was concealed, save for her hands, already encased in silk gloves. The long dress featured a double layer of sleeves: the inner layer was form-fitting, highlighting Chanel's graceful physique, while the outer layer was a long, flowing hem that allowed her to dance and twirl as if performing a graceful ballet when she spread her arms. The upper part of the dress was uniformly tight, clinging to Chanel's form, already constrained by a corset and other restrictive devices. Constructed from white silk and lace trim, it outlined her captivating curves while also showcasing her breasts and slender waist. Exquisite embroidery and white lace formed an elegant floral pattern across her chest. The skirt was not voluminous; it hugged her hips and the very top of her thighs, extending downwards in a nearly straight, trapezoidal shape. From the mid-to-lower thigh, the skirt gradually widened, not to a full flare, but to a slightly loose fit that draped over her legs, revealing the elegant lines of her long thighs. The hem was exquisitely ornate, adorned with delicate embroidery and beadwork that shimmered with a soft glow. With every step she took, the skirt swayed gently, like a blooming lily. Apart from the slightly flaring, near-straight trapezoidal hem starting from the thighs, the rest of the dress was form-fitting: the neck, chest, waist, long sleeves, and hips all provided a snug embrace. As Chanel donned this long dress, she felt a profound sense of confinement. Its design and material made her feel as though she were imprisoned in an ancient, restrictive world, stripped of her freedom and independence. She knew that from this moment on, she would be unable to escape the chastity and bondage this long dress represented. Yet, this did not bring her sadness. Instead, she felt happy and delighted to be so lovingly restrained by her husband. She stood there, clad in the pure white gown of a maiden, radiating an aura of nobility and sanctity. A hint of mystery and seduction flickered in her eyes, as if she were a perfect fusion of a medieval newlywed and a chaste saint. Her posture was captivating, drawing one in, making them yearn to approach her and explore the secrets hidden beneath the dress. "It's time to bind you," Olivier said. Chanel nodded, stepping forward to embrace her husband. She kissed him, her mouth sealed by the white leather mask, knowing that from now on, she would be unable to touch him, and soon, unable to see his face. Olivier brought forth the pure white, sacred single-hand gauntlets and slipped Chanel's hands into them. He then crossed the leather straps of the gauntlets in an "X" shape beneath her collarbones, tightening them with all his might. He pulled the straps to their limit, forcing Chanel's arms to extend straight, her elbows together, and her shoulders pulled back. This posture gave Chanel's body a noble yet restricted appearance. Her back was straight, enhancing her elegant bearing. Her breasts were also more prominent due to the outward pull of her shoulders and the straightening of her spine. Chanel stood there, her body perfectly displayed, her hands bound by the sacred single-hand gauntlets, her shoulders forced back, like a trapped angel. A hint of provocation and longing emanated from her eyes, and her smile further accentuated her seductive charm. This pose highlighted the curves and lines of her body, making her utterly irresistible to Olivier. Olivier knew he had to blindfold his wife. He produced a white lace blindfold and placed it directly over Chanel's eyes, completely sealing off her visual world. The ties were securely fastened at the nape of her neck, ensuring the blindfold would not slip off accidentally. This act added a layer of mystery, making Chanel feel even more excited and expectant. Finally, Olivier brought out a pair of sacred ballet high-heeled boots, also pure white and shimmering with a divine radiance. The heels of these boots were extremely high, forcing Chanel's feet into a balletic posture, standing only on her tiptoes. This position made her body appear more erect, her legs forced into a high arch, accentuating her alluring curves. These ballet high-heeled boots had a special design: their heels incorporated built-in, lockable ankle cuffs, meaning Chanel could not remove them without Olivier's permission. Naturally, these cuffs also featured a chain, approximately thirty centimeters long, which subtly increased the sense of restraint, making her feel even more confined and controlled. Her legs were shackled by the chain, limiting her stride to thirty centimeters, restricting her movement. Chanel stood there, her legs straight, her weight on her tiptoes, her posture even more alluring. The sacred ballet high-heeled boots added a delicate and captivating aura, making her appear more fragile and in need of protection. Beneath the blindfold, a hint of longing and helplessness could be seen in her eyes. She knew she was bound in this attire, under his control, and this feeling of restriction made her even more excited. "Mmmph... mmmph mmmph..." Countess Chanel emitted helpless whimpers, her body writhing weakly in an attempt to break free from her restraints. But with all these bonds in place, her efforts were futile.

"Hmph, ignore those rude dwarves," Jane glared at the spot where the three had flown off, then turned back to hold Princess Isabella's hand. Princess Isabella pressed her forehead against Jane's again. Jane's face flushed with shame, turning red. Princess Isabella smiled sweetly, looking at the blushing, head-lowered Jane. Having traveled extensively among male nobles, using her charisma and beauty, and her words to make them willingly serve her, her aura was indeed more commanding than Jane's. "Jenny, shall we go in and see Mother?" "Yes... Your Highness—Sister!" Jane quickly corrected her address. Princess Isabella smiled sweetly, they stopped pressing foreheads, and instead, holding her sister's hand, she pushed open the cell door. The cell was not locked, merely secured with a latch that prevented opening from the inside. Inside the cell, Queen Eleanor, dressed in a dark green royal gown, was already waiting. Queen Eleanor was 172 cm tall with brown hair styled in a typical updo for an older noblewoman. She appeared to be in her early forties, and due to her prolonged confinement, her skin was fair and showed few signs of aging, like wrinkles. Her imprisonment had stripped away any arrogance or haughtiness, leaving her with a humble, understanding, and mature intellectual aura. She exuded contentment, ease, and a stable, wise demeanor. Eleanor wore a smooth, sleeveless green silk gown. The bodice featured a ruched, circular sweetheart neckline that covered three-quarters of her breasts, with a heart-shaped opening in the upper center revealing her cleavage. The edge of the bodice was trimmed with white lace. Her entire collarbone, the alluring skin of her neck, and her shoulders were exposed. Queen Eleanor's figure was slightly fuller than that of her sisters, Isabella and Jane, as she had borne children, embodying the beauty of a mature woman. Her hands were cuffed in front of her with a pair of metal handcuffs, and her feet were shackled beneath her skirt. This was originally Sophia's order. When Isaac "kidnapped" Queen Eleanor to the castle, Sophia was still confined in a suitcase. She was only released from the suitcase after the Queen was sealed in a time-frozen coffin. To Sophia, this person had "inexplicably" appeared in the castle, so Sophia had directly ordered this unwelcome guest to be imprisoned in the cell and handcuffed, and the restraints had not been removed since. "Mother, did you hear everything?" Princess Isabella smiled at Queen Eleanor, who nodded. "Um... Your Majesty the Queen—" Jane said softly, lowering her head and pulling the sides of her skirt to curtsey. "Jenny, it's really nice that you and Princess Isabella have become sisters. Queen Eleanor and I have become good friends over these past few months." Lady Margaret's voice came from Eleanor's lips. Eleanor, as a member of the Habsburg family, was not only Queen of Guren but also a Habsburg princess. The mature princess-queen continued, "You two should consider each other sisters. We are both your mothers." "Yes... Mother..." Jane said, hugging Queen Eleanor, whose hands were bound by handcuffs, from one side. Isabella also hugged her mother from the other side. "Mother... I miss you so much, I miss you so much..." "My daughters, I miss you too." Eleanor said, and it was unclear whether it was Eleanor's words, Lady Margaret's words, or the words spoken "in unison" by both. "Mother..." "Mother..." "Jenny... Belle..." The three held each other tightly in the cell, embracing. "This boring family reunion should end now." Eko's voice suddenly came from behind the sisters Jane and Isabella, startling all three of them! "E, Eko?" Jane turned to look at Eko, who had her hands on her hips and a pout on her face. A sulking Huang Daxian, also with his hands on his hips, stood on Eko's shoulder. Eko puffed out her cheeks and said, "Naughty sister, how dare you betray Eko!" "No, no! E, Eko!" Jane suddenly felt guilty, after all, she had known Princess Isabella for over ten years and was naturally close to her, but Eko was not. Jane had agreed to become Princess Isabella's sister without asking Eko's opinion, which would undoubtedly anger Eko, who was possessive of her older sister. "You even gave Mother away to an outsider!" Eko said angrily, clearly upset that Margaret also recognized Isabella as her daughter. "Mother and sister, how dare you betray Eko! Huang Daxian, let's go!" Eko pointed forward majestically with her right hand, and Huang Daxian performed a spinning jump, landing above the heads of the sisters Jane and Isabella, and then sprayed a large cloud of yellow, foul-smelling gas at the three of them! "Ugh! Cough, cough, cough!!!" Isabella and Jane were instantly choked, their eyeballs rolling upwards, their expressions vacant. Behind them, the usually dignified Queen Eleanor also wore the same comical expression with her eyeballs rolled up. The three beautiful women were choked unconscious and collapsed to the ground. "Hehehe, you are all Eko's now!" Eko cackled, rubbing her hands together. She walked forward, her shadow falling over the mother and daughters. Eko first took out a small box containing lock-picking tools. She used the thief's lock-picking tools to "click, click" and remove Queen Eleanor's handcuffs and shackles. This was not out of Eko's conscience, but preparation for the upcoming binding! "Heh heh." Eko cackled and dragged all three to a straw mat nearby, at least so they wouldn't have to lie on the dirty dungeon floor. She then took out bundles of rope, holding them in her hands, and looked at the mother and daughters with a wicked grin. Starting with her naughty sister Jane, she flipped the unconscious sister over to lie on the ground, her hands twisted behind her back, her forearms placed together at her waist, forming a U-shape with her upper arms folded at a ninety-degree angle. She then took out the rope and began to bind. First, she started with her sister's upper arms on either side of her body. She wrapped three loops of rope around the upper part of her sister's enormous breasts and three loops around the lower part, tightly constricting her large breasts from above and below, while also tightly binding her upper arms. Through the long sleeves of her sister's dress, the silk sleeves were directly pressed into her arms. Without this layer of sleeve protection, her sister's fleshy upper arms would have suffered greater binding damage. Then Eko took out more rope and further secured her sister's breasts. She directly wrapped the rope around the contours of the pair of breasts, binding them into a long, oval shape with parallel ropes above and below, forcing the two large fleshy orbs together and constricting them. Next, Eko took another rope and, at the midpoints of the upper and lower sides of the long oval rope loop outside her sister's breasts, she directly forced the rope into the cleavage, both upwards and downwards, and tied them together! This way, her sister's breasts were tightly bound by a horizontal figure-eight rope pattern, and this horizontal figure-eight was further enclosed and constricted by two parallel "two" shaped rope patterns above and below, forming a beautiful, net-like pattern! "Ugh..." The unconscious Jane showed a pained expression and let out a groan. Eko ignored it and cackled: "Heh heh, this is just the beginning!" Eko cackled and tightly wrapped rope around her sister's forearms, which were folded at her waist, loop after loop, binding her forearms together tightly. She then pulled out the rope and ran it upwards along her spine, ensuring her forearms were lifted. At the same time, whenever this rope intersected with the ropes binding the breasts from above and below at the back, Eko would combine this rope with those ropes, ensuring they were all integrated. Finally, when the rope running upwards along her spine reached her neck, Eko pulled the rope directly from one side of her neck to the other under her armpit. Thus, two ropes crossed above the wide V-neck of Jane's chest, about below her collarbone, forming a horizontal "X". From the opposite side of her neck, it was pulled to the other armpit, applying force from the root to tighten the upper part of Jane's spine and her neck, making her beautiful neck and upper back more erect. These two ropes, pulled from the armpits to the back, then went upwards over her shoulders, pulled to the front, and tightened into her armpits again, forcing her shoulders to be forcibly opened and her entire chest cavity to be pushed out. In this way, the ropes near her collarbone formed a horizontal hourglass shape. Jane's sensitive armpits were continuously rubbed by the rough rope, and she furrowed her brows, groaning uncomfortably again: "Mmm... Ugh..." "Heh heh, the uncomfortable part is yet to come!" Eko cackled, then used rope to tightly bind her sister's slender waist with three loops of rope. Three ropes were tied around her slender waist, the lowest rope just above her buttocks, making her already large, full buttocks even more voluminous and plump. Her slender waist was also constricted to be even thinner. Jane's dress had a corset, so Eko's binding did not dig too deeply into her flesh. Instead, due to the corset, the binding force was evenly distributed, making her waist super slender and tightly bound. "Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..." Jane's waist was tightly constricted, and she naturally felt very uncomfortable. Eko took the opportunity to put a black magic-nullifying collar on her sister to prevent her from casting spells on herself after waking up. Then Eko flipped Queen Eleanor and Princess Isabella over, their hands also folded behind their backs in a U-shape. She similarly bound their breasts from above and below with rope, then bound their breasts into a long oval shape, forcing their breasts together and tightly constricting them in the middle of the cleavage. She then bound their forearms behind their backs, pulled them to the front, and tied a horizontal X-shaped rope pattern below their collarbones. Then, she used additional rope to tighten their shoulders and pull them into their armpits, and then bound their waists with three loops of rope, making their slender waists even thinner and their full buttocks even larger.

At this moment, in William's manor. "Ding—deng deng deng, ding—deng deng deng—" The wedding music began to play, and many of William's subordinates, transformed into their human forms and dressed in formal attire, were seated in a chapel. To the sound of the wedding music, Sophia, clad in a white wedding gown, slowly walked in from outside the chapel. Sophia wore the same pure, backless, mermaid-style wedding dress she had on when William captured her, exquisitely beautiful. The design fully exposed her shoulders and collarbones, highlighting her elegant demeanor. The white bandeau top was formed by two cupped sections that perfectly encased Sophia's large, full breasts, adorned below with a circle of wavy, ruffled lace, as graceful and captivating as ocean waves. The skirt was embroidered with golden patterns, the gold thread tracing her slender waist and accentuating her alluring curves. The wedding dress was covered in tiny gemstones that sparkled with her every step, like a twinkling star in the night sky, showcasing her noble elegance. On either side of the bandeau, there were delicate, off-the-shoulder short sleeves, only ten centimeters wide and trimmed with lace on both the top and bottom edges, fitting around her upper arms like armbands, resplendent and beautiful. Beneath the gown, Sophia wore a white corset that further cinched her waist, making her full breasts appear even more prominent, accentuating her voluptuous figure and rendering her curves even more enchanting. The corset was much longer than a typical one, extending from below the bandeau all the way down to her knees, tightly binding her hips and thighs, making her legs appear longer and her buttocks fuller. The mermaid-style wedding dress, clinging tightly to her waist, hips, and upper thighs over the corset, also conformed to her cinched figure. The skirt of the mermaid dress wrapped around her from the thighs down to the knees, making it difficult for her to stride, her thighs already constricted by the corset, adding a touch of elegant restraint. From below the thighs, the skirt loosened and spread out like a fishtail, trailing to the ground, perfectly concealing her feet, which were clad in open-toed high-heeled boots, white thigh-high stockings, and pure white ankle cuffs with chains. Sophia's hands were bound behind her back by a white single gauntlet. The gauntlet was tied very tightly, forcing Sophia's forearms together and her upper arms to her sides, forming a "Y" shape. Two leather straps from above the gauntlet pulled from the sides of her neck to the front of her body, crossing in an "X" shape below her collarbones, then extending to the gauntlet on the opposite upper arm, rigidly securing Sophia's shoulders and hands. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!" Sophia, her head covered by a white veil, had her mouth covered by a lace mask. Inside the mask, a gag, the size of William's penis, was directly stuffed into Sophia's mouth. Sophia let out angry muffled sounds, glaring ferociously at everyone in the chapel, her gaze filled with rage and authority. "Ding~ deng deng deng, deng~ deng deng deng~~" The melodious wedding music continued to play, and William, dressed in a black wedding tuxedo, appeared to Sophia's left. His usually disheveled hair was neatly combed, making him look very handsome. In his hand, he held a white chain, which was attached to a white collar around Sophia's neck, hidden beneath her veil. "Mmmph!" Sophia struggled furiously. William, holding the leash in his right hand, reached into the gap between Sophia's gauntlet and her torso with his left hand, embracing Sophia's slender, deep-V, backless wedding dress at her waist. He forcibly guided Sophia, walking her down the red carpet before them. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!" Sophia struggled furiously, but all her efforts were in vain. "Let's go, Sophia," William said gently, looking at Sophia beside him, guiding her as they walked down the red carpet. Some werewolf children, dressed in children's formal wear, followed behind the couple, continuously scattering flowers at them and blessing their union. "Mmmph oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!!" Sophia's head was hit by flowers. Although it didn't hurt, it filled Sophia with rage. She let out furious muffled cries, stomping her feet as much as possible with her shackled feet. However, under the embrace of William's firm and strong arm and the restraint of the collar controlled by the chain, all of Sophia's outbursts were mere child's play, amounting to nothing. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph!!" Thus, amidst the blend of wedding music and Sophia's furious muffled cries, William led Sophia to the very front of the chapel. A mob priest, dressed in black, was already standing there. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!" Sophia, beneath her veil, glared furiously at the mob priest before her. The priest, intimidated by Sophia's terrifying and sharp gaze, became somewhat unnerved and unconsciously lowered his head to look down. "Shall we begin?" William's reminder brought the frightened priest back to his senses. He cleared his throat, and without looking at Sophia, he directly asked William, "Mr. William Deathclaw, do you take Ms. Sophia von Dominax to be your lawfully wedded wife, through riches and poverty, in sickness and in health, through life's ups and downs, to remain by her side and never leave her, until death do you part?"

On the great road through the Gurenth Wilds. A carriage was traveling along the road, with Isaac sitting at the front, holding a long whip. Extending from the front of the carriage was a long shaft, a wooden pole positioned directly in front of the carriage for connection to the horses pulling it. At the head of the shaft was a crossbar, which rested directly in front of the waists of the two mares pulling Isaac's carriage. "Muuu! Muuu!" The mares pulling the carriage were Sophia and Marina. Both were clad in full-body, tight black leather suits, with latex underneath and matte black leather on the outside. The suits clung to their skin so tightly they were almost numb. Their arms were forcibly bound together behind them, and then a black leather gauntlet was slipped on, straightening and tightening their arms. The gauntlet had rows of eyelets through which laces, like shoelaces, were threaded. Starting from the bottom, the laces were tightened at each eyelet, pulling the leather on Sophia and Marina's arms together, drawing them higher and higher. Their elbows were pressed tightly together, and the laces on their upper arms constricted their biceps to the limit, causing the shoulders of the two royal vampires to ache as if cramping. At the top of the gauntlet were two shoulder straps that crossed in an X shape in front of them. At the intersection was a metal ring, and the strap above the ring directly connected to the black collar above. Sophia's collar had also turned black to match her outfit. Below the metal ring was a vertical strap. At intervals along this strap were additional metal rings, each with a horizontal strap perpendicular to the vertical one. These straps spanned their torsos and connected at the back to the metal ring on the same vertical strap that ran down their spines. This formed a long, "丰"-shaped harness of straps and ropes around Sophia and Marina's torsos. Both of their breasts were constricted by a horizontal strap, followed by two straps around their waists, and finally, straps that dug into their crotches, like a thong and chastity belt, pulled out from their butt cracks, up through the top opening of the gauntlet, and connected to the black collars. This was the horse harness. Inside the harness, there was a black leather mare's corset. The corset was tied in the back with laces in an "XXXX" pattern, cinching the waists of the two mares to the extreme. An iron hoop was fitted over the outside of the harness, pressing into the middle of the corset. The hoop was directly and rigidly fixed to the crossbar extending from the shaft, used for pulling the carriage. Next were the hoof boots. Both wore black leather knee-high hoof boots. The boots were ballet-shaped and had no heels, forcing them to stand on tiptoe, resting on their toes like horses. From the top front of the boots, laces, similar to those on the corset and gauntlet, extended down to the instep. The boot laces were carefully tightened, further constricting the already tight legs of the two mares, who were already bound by their leather and latex suits. The soles of the boots were shaped like horseshoes, similar to those of real horses. Marina, only 170 cm tall, had her hoof boots specially adjusted so that her height matched Sophia's, who was 180 cm tall. Sophia and Marina both wore horse-bit style muzzles. The muzzles consisted of a bit, and the straps were standard horse tack. Straps extended from the sides of their mouths upwards, meeting above their noses and then converging to go directly over their foreheads, securing their heads like those of horses. An additional horizontal strap across their foreheads, and two blinders on each side, blocked their peripheral vision, forcing them, like mares, to look only straight ahead. Their hair was tied back into ponytails. Since Isaac had dyed Marina's hair purple earlier, both now had purple hair tied into ponytails. Their ponytails were originally of different lengths; Sophia's reached her waist, while Marina's only reached the back of her vest. So, Isaac had cut off a large chunk of Sophia's hair, making her cry out in rage. This hair was not wasted. Combined with Sophia's hair that Isaac had collected long ago, Isaac made two tails [X] and inserted them directly into their anuses. The two purple tails protruded from their buttocks, hanging down to their ankles. "Muuu!" The bits in the mouths of the two mares were pulled by the reins on either side, held in Isaac's hands. Isaac held the whip and continuously lashed the buttocks of the two mares! "Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!" The two mares cried out in pain, their necks fixed by their collars, unable to turn. After all, a mare's vision only needed to look forward, which was why their eyes were covered by blinders. "I'm sorry, Aunt Marina. I've already offended you, so there's no turning back. Who told you to be the elder, and such an overbearing one at that? I was truly scared!" Isaac said, and with a whip to Marina's left side, she cried out in pain and had to accelerate. This caused the carriage to turn to the right, which was their intended direction. "Muuu!" Marina cried out in rage! Marina had agreed to Isaac's plan without much thought, believing that binding herself would better attract William's desire. Marina clearly had no resistance to becoming William's slave. However, she hadn't considered what would happen if William didn't choose her. The reason Isaac came up with this devilish idea was that if it failed, Marina, bound and with her vampire powers restricted, would at least not be able to retaliate in her anger! "Aunt Marina, let me be direct. I've tolerated you for a long time! Damn it, ever since you arrived, I've had to listen to you all the time. I've had enough!" Isaac said. The carriage had successfully turned, so he whipped both women's buttocks, making them accelerate forward! "Muuu!" Both mares cried out in pain. On the road, pedestrians and other riders or carriage occupants kept looking at Isaac's carriage with its strange pulling creatures. Thanks to the fact that both mares were female vampires, the carriage's speed was actually considerably faster than that of an ordinary carriage. "Muuuuuu!" Sophia's eyes were red with fury, with immense rage. She had never imagined that this bastard Isaac would dare to make her pull a carriage on the great road as a real mare! This anger, this immense anger! This was the greatest insult Sophia had ever suffered in her life! She had never been publicly humiliated like this, never!!!

In a room within the castle. "Mmph... Mmphmmphmmph..." Sophia glared at her reflection in the mirror. Sophia's mouth was covered by a white silk scarf mask, inside which was a dildo of Isaac's size. The part covering her mouth was ornate and elegant, in the style of a wedding dress, with sides resembling it, made of pure silk and embroidered with wedding-style patterns. The collar around her neck had also been transformed into a wedding-style choker, appearing as if a cloth band of wedding dress material was wrapped around Sophia's neck, but it was actually a collar. Sophia was wearing a sleeveless white gown with a spherical bustier, naturally in the style of a wedding dress, and made of exquisite silk and white tulle. However, this gown, which could easily pass as a wedding dress on its own, was merely an underdress. The wedding dress was very sexy, with a very small, very revealing spherical bustier that barely covered the lower portion of Sophia's breasts, leaving even the upper edges of her lace-covered nipples exposed. After all, this was just an underdress; Sophia's massive breasts were truly meant to be supported by the bustier of the outer gown she would wear at the wedding. This underdress bustier served more as a nipple cover. The waist of the gown featured a classic corset structure with lacing, which could also be considered an unconventional corset integrated with the lower skirt. This corset had been tightened to its limit by Marina and the maids, leaving Sophia breathless. The hip area was a very, very tight hip-hugging skirt style, completely showcasing Sophia's enormous ass. The skirt extended down to her ankles, forming a hobble skirt style that tightly encased Sophia's legs. The hem was extremely narrow and cinched very tightly, but it wasn't completely sealed, allowing her to take the smallest possible steps. The very bottom edge of the hobble skirt was trimmed with exquisite lace. At the knee level of the skirt, an additional hem flared out, creating a two-layered skirt with the hobble skirt section covering her calves. From the outside, it looked as if she were wearing a narrow fishtail skirt flaring out from the knees over a hobble skirt. The flared outer skirt was also in the style of a wedding dress, with a beautiful lace trim at the hem. Naturally, the entire wedding dress was adorned with lace embroidery. In the tightly wrapped area around her thighs, the crest of the Dominus family was embroidered, signifying noble lineage. Such an exquisite wedding dress, and it was merely an underdress. Most women would be envious. However, this hobble skirt-style wedding dress also restricted Sophia's legs, much to her displeasure. Furthermore, Sophia's hands were bound behind her back with white single gauntlets, making her even more unhappy. The white single gauntlets were also in the wedding dress style, but since wedding dresses are not meant to tightly bind hands, leather was sewn into the middle. The single gauntlets held Sophia's arms straight, her forearms pressed together, and her elbows pulled in to the extreme, forming a "Y" shape behind her back. A special strap at the top of the single gauntlets extended from behind her to the front, looping around above her breasts and then back to secure her upper arms and the chest area above Sophia's breasts, preventing her from struggling. Inside the single gauntlets were a pair of white, knee-high wedding gloves, worn on Sophia's hands, making her arms appear even more alluring. "Mmph! Mmphmmph!" Sophia looked at herself in the mirror with defiance. This was the third time she had been dressed in a wedding gown and bound, and she was filled with anger and resentment. "Sophia, you little brat, you look so sexy when you're bound in a wedding dress!" Marina watched Sophia's current state, with six maids, temporarily freed from their tasks, bustling around preparing for Sophia's wedding. "Mmph? Mmphmmph?!" Sophia glared furiously at Marina, who then stepped forward and embraced Sophia. "Sophia, you little brat, you're still too inexperienced compared to me." As she spoke, Marina hugged Sophia and actually began to caress and play with Sophia's body! "Mmphmmph? Mmph!" Sophia cried out in anger. Marina then embraced Sophia's body, placing one hand on Sophia's large, fleshy balls and the other on Sophia's large ass, and began to play with Sophia's sensitive areas with both hands! "Mmphmmph! Mmphmmph!" Sophia's large ass and breasts were played with by Marina, and she moaned sensually, her entire body burning. To make the wedding more interesting today, Marina had Isaac procure aphrodisiacs secreted by Kyoko Shiotsuki that could poison vampires. Sophia had been injected with it, and her entire body was now in a state of heightened sensitivity and desire. With Marina's ministrations, her whole body grew hot, and she let out waves of soft moans: "Mmph! Mmphmmph..."

"I'll have to have my fun with dear夫人 like this someday," Marina said, placing one hand on Sophia's still unwillingly writhing crotch, while the other continued to grip Sophia's balls. She brought her face close to Sophia's earlobe and whispered. "Right, are the bridesmaids tied up?" Marina continued to play with Sophia, asking the maids behind her. "They're all tied up!" the maids replied. Marina's hands remained on Sophia's writhing body as she tried to break free, but she turned her head to look behind her— Jane, Gresa, Laurenna, Anna, and Eiko were all wearing pale green bridesmaid dresses and were tied up like five human sticks. Their flowing, form-fitting bridesmaid dresses were styled like vertical vases, encasing their entire bodies. The pale green bridesmaid dresses were sleeveless and off-the-shoulder, with a pair of spherical bustiers at the top. The two breast cups had delicate heart-shaped openings, revealing incredibly deep cleavage. Below the breasts was a cinched waist design, tightly binding their slender waists, constricting them severely, making it difficult for them to breathe deeply or speak, and impossible to bend their waists or twist. They could essentially only stand there like curvaceous vertical vases, with the cinched waist acting as the vase's neck and the bustiers as its wide opening. As for the vase's shoulders and body, they were naturally their wide hips and legs below. Their hips were tightly wrapped by the form-fitting hip-hugging dresses, round, large, smooth, and curved, like the natural curve connecting the slender shoulders and wide body of a vase. They were almost as wide as their shoulders, with only Eiko's being a bit smaller. Finally, their legs were encased and covered by a tight high fishtail skirt. The fishtail split below the knees, and the skirt above the knees was a hobble-style, very well-tailored, like the wide-to-narrow body of a vase. Their knees were bound by leather straps, preventing them from spreading, forcing them to take small steps with their calves when they actually walked. Their calves, however, were free. The fishtail skirt spread out from below their knees, not by much, its width slightly narrower than their shoulders, encasing their legs clad in white stockings and ballet high-heeled boots. Their feet were locked by 20cm ankle chains, so even though their calves were not restricted by the skirt, they couldn't take large steps. The ballet high-heeled boots had been specially adjusted to make all five of them approximately 185-190 cm tall, with their heights relatively even. The poor Eiko, not yet in her mature state, was wearing 20cm ballet high-heeled boots, and her breasts were deliberately squeezed to appear larger, so she could match the curvaceous bridesmaid dress prepared for beauties over 170 cm tall (to match the tall Sophia's bridesmaids). As a noble lady, Jane was the most suited for this type of long dress and gown prepared for nobility. Therefore, her body had also been deliberately adjusted. She wore very high ballet high-heeled boots, making her almost as tall as Gresa, who was now 190 cm. She stood at the forefront, displayed as a "sample" bridesmaid. "Mmm... mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm..." The mouths of the five bridesmaids were sealed with a pale green fabric, sewn with the same pattern as their dresses, from the back of their heads to their mouths. Inside, of course, was an Isaac-sized dildo. Their hands were all bound behind their backs by ultra-tight single gloves, their arms forcibly straightened, elbows touching, forearms pressed together, unable to move. The top of the single gloves, like Sophia's, had a strap that pulled from one side of the body, stretched over the breasts tightly held up by the bustiers, and then pulled to the other side to be fastened to the other side of the single glove. This way, the five bridesmaids' breasts were squeezed tightly from above and below by the bustiers and straps, making them appear even larger and rounder. "Mmm!!! Mmm mmm!!!" The five bridesmaids whimpered and struggled, writhing their bodies, emitting helpless whimpers. "Quite a set of five," Marina said with a wicked smile, releasing Sophia and walking over to the five bridesmaids. She placed her hands on them, constantly playing with their slender, vase-like bodies, tightened by the long dresses and single gloves. She touched here, pinched there, and squeezed their breasts, making the five girls whimper and blush with shame! "Mmm mmm!! Mmm mmm!!" The five, who had been brainwashed to be very aware of shame, were being played with by Marina, whimpering shyly. Just then, a voice came from the side: "Little sister Lisa, I've brought the person you wanted." Henrietta appeared, carrying a sack on her shoulder, and teleported over: "Ah, it seems I've seen something I shouldn't have." "Ah? That's good, please put the sack down." Lisa looked at Henrietta, who had suddenly appeared, with some surprise. Indeed, yesterday Marina had asked Lisa to contact any royal vampires she could and ask them to help capture someone. Henrietta had indeed fulfilled this request effectively: "But I'll state beforehand, the person who agreed to lend her to me will only lend her for one day. After the job is done, I'll take her with me." Henrietta said, placing the sack on the ground: "I won't look at Ms. Dracula anymore." With that, she teleported away again. "Heh heh, you caught her?" Marina had read all of Isaac's memories. Seeing that Isaac couldn't even choose a bridesmaid, she took it upon herself to have Lisa capture this person. She directly opened the sack— "Mmm mmm!! Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm!!!" Li Muxun's face, full of fear and terror, emerged from the sack. "Very good. Besides these five bridesmaids, you're the only other person who is very close to Sophia and Isaac, right? You have 15% of Sophia's blood in you." Marina said with a wicked smile. Upon seeing that Henrietta had teleported to Zhen Dan to negotiate with Zhao Yekui and then kidnapped her, and that it was Marina's request, Li Muxun relaxed. Her expression was no longer as terrified—but she was still ashamed and scared. After all, that was her personality. She would get scared if someone was a little fierce, let alone being tied up like this? "The wedding is about to begin, let me quickly dress you up! Hee hee hee." Marina said with a sinister laugh, her shadow directly falling over Li Muxun's face...

In the Dominex Fortress at this moment. "Mmmph..." Catherine, clad in her usual female knight attire, wore a white shirt on her upper body, covered by a brick-red, floor-length A-line skirt with integrated long sleeves. The skirt lacked a crinoline but flared out significantly, reaching mid-calf and not quite touching the ground. The upper garment featured a V-shaped neckline that plunged from the sides of her neck down to her waist, revealing a wide V-shaped opening over the white shirt. The shoulders of her outer garment were sharply tailored, with broad, masculine shoulder pads reminiscent of a military uniform rather than the delicate puff sleeves or ruffles of a lady's attire. Her arms were bound behind her back in a Japanese rear-hand tie. Her forearms were folded vertically against her upper arms, pressed together at the small of her back. Metal collars, forearm cuffs, and handcuffs encircled her neck, upper arms, and wrists, respectively, connected by a cross-shaped chain that secured her arms in a U-shape behind her. This was her standard restraint. However, additional ropes now bound her torso. These ropes cinched her breasts tightly from above and below, while also restraining her upper arms at her sides. The sides of the forearm cuffs, which were rather wide, were further secured by several loops of rope. These ropes, converging in an inverted V shape, met above her forearms and suspended them behind her back. The suspension ropes then ran up to the sides of her neck, descending directly into her armpits to bind them before connecting to a net behind her. Catherine's mouth was sealed by a gag with a hydrophilic coating that adhered to her lips, preventing any drool from escaping. She was currently positioned in a deeply humiliating posture, prone over a wooden apparatus. The device resembled a bench, and Catherine's legs were spread apart and shackled by a straight spreader bar cuff approximately 60 centimeters long, forcing her to stand with her legs apart. Her upper torso was bent at a right angle to her legs, resting on the bench. Her waist and neck were secured to the bench by large, square wooden stocks with circular openings for her neck and waist, rendering her immobile. Catherine was, of course, not voluntarily bound in this manner. Among the "permanent residents" of the castle, she was the most resistant to such restraints. Her experiences in hell had already made her extremely sensitive and averse to being touched, let alone bound. She remained in the castle only because she acknowledged her own mind had been clouded by hatred, accepting Isaac's "life sentence" and her self-imposed imprisonment in the cell next to Cynthia's, so she could "personally oversee" the captive. Catherine's usual restraints consisted solely of the forearm cuffs, handcuffs, neck collar, and the cross-shaped chain connecting these four points behind her. The reason she was now shamefully bound and shackled was that she, along with others similarly restrained, was undergoing an injection of longevity blood. Catherine was, after all, human. In hell, there was no aging, but this was not hell. Catherine would age and eventually die of old age. Isaac had successfully persuaded her with honeyed words that if she died, there would be no one to act as warden and supervise the imprisoned Cynthia. Thus, Catherine had ultimately agreed to Isaac's injection of longevity blood. This longevity blood was developed using Sophia's spiritual blood. Sophia would naturally not administer the blood of immortality to anyone other than her five consorts, as it required a "blood kiss," which for a vampire was akin to accepting someone into their family. However, Sophia could provide longevity blood, with each injection granting the recipient approximately three years of extended life. The humans in the castle received this injection annually, and Isaac had designed the procedure to be particularly degrading. Being restrained in this manner was merely the first step of the injection process. Initially, Catherine would have preferred to die of old age rather than be treated this way. However, Princess Isabella, a fellow prisoner, had eventually persuaded her. Princess Isabella was adept at interpersonal relationships and knew how to convince others to do her bidding. At the request of Isaac, who had fallen in love with her due to an aphrodisiac, Princess Isabella had helped Isaac persuade Catherine to undergo this immensely humiliating ritual. The persuasion likely involved not only exploiting Catherine's hatred for Cynthia but also leveraging their own relationship. The female prisoners were allowed periodic recreation time together, during which they could converse. Princess Isabella, skilled in diplomacy and human relations, maintained good relationships with all the female prisoners and was one of Catherine's few friends, especially after most of her original acquaintances had died. She was also one of the few people Catherine allowed to touch her. She used her status as a friend to convince Catherine to accept this shameful ritual. Of course, Jane, who was also considered her friend and her only remaining relative, played a significant role in the persuasion process. Catherine's current position, prone on the bench with her legs spread apart, causing her buttocks to be raised high, was naturally suitable for an injection. Isaac's longevity blood injection ritual involved injecting into the buttocks, much like a doctor administering a shot to a child's backside – both painful and shameful. Catherine's legs were shackled in the spreader bar, and the A-line skirt, reaching mid-calf, was lifted by Isaac, revealing exquisite white silk lace panties worn by noblewomen and matching lace-trimmed white stockings on her legs. For today's injection, Catherine had deliberately used her prisoner points (a point system similar to the ladies' bondage points, but used by female prisoners) to ensure she used the toilet, thus avoiding the need for a diaper. After all, presenting her rear for an injection while wearing a bulky, urine-soaked diaper would be far too shameful. "Mmmph..." Catherine's entire neck was encased in the large square stocks, preventing her from turning her head to see Isaac admiring her large buttocks behind her. The shame was overwhelming. Catherine reluctantly lowered her head, aligning it with the bench, and closed her eyes, enduring the awkwardness and shame before the needle pierced her backside. "Mmmph..." A gentle, noble whimper interrupted Catherine's embarrassment. Catherine opened her eyes and glanced to the side. Princess Isabella was also prone on the bench, her neck and waist secured by two large rectangular stocks, her hands bound behind her in a Japanese rear-hand tie. She wore a flowing, purple, ruffled, low-cut, U-neck, long-sleeved princess gown. The skirt of the gown fit snugly around her thighs before flaring out like a small trumpet from the knees down, eventually reaching a length at her feet that was slightly wider than her shoulders. Princess Isabella's hair was styled in a regal updo at the back of her head, adorned with a purple princess bow. She turned her head to look at her friend Catherine, offering a comforting smile and a reassuring whimper, like an older sister, which brought Catherine a sense of peace. Although Catherine was much older than Princess Isabella, Isabella always aspired to possess the ability to provide comfort and a sense of protection to others, much like her childhood idol, Aunt Alhana. Therefore, she was always skilled in this regard, acting like a sister. "Mmmph..." Catherine blinked and whimpered, expressing her gratitude for the comfort. Princess Isabella's skirt was also lifted, her feet secured by the same straight spreader bar cuff, revealing her white silk stockings with garters and white lace panties, as well as her incredibly fair, princess-like buttocks on either side of the panties. On Isabella's other side was Queen Elinor. She wore a golden, uncrinolined noblewoman's gown, similar in style to her daughter's, with a skirt that hugged her thighs and flared out in a flowing manner from the calves down. She too was prone on the bench, her skirt lifted, revealing white silk stockings and panties, a deeply humiliating sight. Unlike Catherine, the others, while also bound in a Japanese rear-hand tie, did not have Catherine's cross-chain, forearm cuffs, and handcuffs. This set of restraints was Catherine's daily attire. The daily restraints varied for each individual. Catherine's current restraints happened to align with the Japanese rear-hand tie posture, so she had not been unbound. The restraints on their torsos differed as well. Catherine was not Isaac's possession, nor a mere lover, so her breasts were only bound a few times from above and below, as binding the upper arms necessitated passing over the chest. Isabella and Queen Elinor, however, had it worse. In addition to their breasts being tightly bound with ropes several times from above and below, the ropes suspending their forearms from the sides of their necks did not descend into their armpits as Catherine's did. Instead, they converged and were pulled into their cleavage. Then, two more ropes suspending their forearms ran from their shoulders to the front, pulling down and taut on their breasts, binding them from all four sides in a highly erotic and humiliating manner. Everyone except Catherine was bound in this fashion. Opposite Catherine, with their buttocks facing each other, bound and restrained on the bench, was Princess Tamina. Tamina wore the Persian gown she had worn previously and was also tied to the bench. As a Persian, Tamina did not wear garters. She wore transparent, emerald-green, Middle Eastern harem dancer-style panties, and her skirt was also lifted as she lay prone on the bench. On the other side was her mother, Princess Haya. Princess Haya wore a white Middle Eastern-style gown, with transparent white Middle Eastern dancer-style panties at the crotch. She did not wear stockings. Also bound in the same row as them was Elsbeth, dressed in a black formal gown. Elsbeth was imprisoned in the castle for only four to five months a year; the rest of the time she stayed in her own castle in Graz, in the Grand Duchy of Austria. Unlike the other noblewomen, Elsbeth wore black silk thigh-high stockings without garters, and her panties were also black lace lingerie. Between these two rows, perpendicular to them and with their buttocks facing the center of these beauties, was Madam Lynn, dressed in a white maid's uniform. Beneath her lifted maid's skirt, she wore simple white silk stockings that reached mid-thigh and white lace panties at the crotch, not garters. Madam Lynn's hands were also bound tightly behind her in a Japanese rear-hand tie, and her breasts were severely constricted from all sides. These seven women were the humans in the castle, and thus they were subjected to the humiliation of a needle in their buttocks annually. According to Isaac, this was the last year they would be able to lie on the bench for the injection. Starting next year, they would be directly fixed in a T-shaped stocks used for public shaming, perpendicular to the ground. Of course, their arms would still be bound, and only their heads would be locked in the stocks, forcing their torsos to be vertical to the ground, their legs standing, and their buttocks raised. However, this was a future plan. The reason they could still "enjoy" the bench for now was that having a needle inserted into their buttocks was extremely painful, making it difficult to stand steadily on their legs. This was a "protective measure" for them. But they had been receiving injections for eighteen years and should have adapted, no longer being able to fear needles like children!

"Alright, goodbye then." Isaac said, embracing Vivian once more before they parted. Then, Isaac looked at the box on the ground, a smile spreading across his face as he opened it. Inside lay the Countess Chanel, her legs folded against her torso, her torso folded against her thighs, blindfolded and gagged, packed and bound within the box. Her appearance, preserved at the age of 29 by her demonic soul, was encased in a pristine white gown. The dress, from its high neckline almost touching her chin, clung to her entire form, flowing down to her ankles. It was pure white and form-fitting, a hobble skirt style that allowed for barely a step, its hem cinched so tightly that even unbound, each movement would be a slow, elegant, hobbling gait, like a sacrificial offering in a ritual. The hobble skirt hugged her leg curves, and though her steps were difficult, each movement exuded an ascetic yet alluring sensuality. The form-fitting dress accentuated every curve, her body locked within the white fabric. Her bust, her waist, all her feminine attributes were tightly bound, as if to bury her seductive beauty beneath an inviolable sanctity. A seamless nun's coif extended from the crown of her head, covering her neck and completely concealing her hair, leaving no trace of dark locks visible. Beneath the coif, a layer of gossamer veil, thin as a cicada's wing, lightly covered her entire face, like a fine mist. It obscured the line of her lips and the contour of her jaw, hinting at a woman's softness, yet smoothed away by the veil's sacred aura, as if sealing her femininity, lending her face an air of mystery and distance. Within the veil, a built-in head wrap, like an ellipsoid, encased her entire head. This was a head covering even more conservative than those of the Middle Ages, resembling an assassin's, leaving only a rounded rectangular opening for her eyes. Within this opening, a white silk blindfold inscribed with golden runes tightly covered her eyes. Similarly, the fabric covering her mouth was sealed by a built-in, mask-like gag, preventing her from speaking. Likewise, every inch of the long dress was embroidered with golden runic patterns, these motifs winding like vines, emitting a faint yet steady glow. Each time the demonic stirrings within her body intensified, the golden embroidery would flare like flames, suppressing the dark power deep within her. This constricting white gown was not merely her attire; it was her shackles. Every inch of fabric bore sacred seals, suppressing the latent evil power within her. Yet, it was this rigorous restraint that allowed her to emanate a dangerous beauty from her seemingly flawless purity. She was both a symbol of sanctity and a fallen soul teetering on the edge of the abyss, the sacred and the profane, the pure and the lustful, intertwined in her image. The Countess Chanel's arms were bound by white gauntlets in a reverse prayer position, a V-shaped gauntlet secured to her back, binding her upper arms together. Above this, a smaller gauntlet extended upwards, encasing her forearms and forcing them to press tightly against her spine in a clasped, praying posture. A specially crafted white leather corset was additionally worn around her waist, cinching it tightly. In fact, beneath her skirt, there was an integrated chastity device that locked her breasts, waist, and groin together. Her neck was constricted by a neck collar, rendering it immobile. Then, seven or eight leather straps bound her body, tightening at points above and below her breasts, at her waist and below, between her buttocks, at her thighs and mid-thighs, above and below her knees, and around her calves and ankles, binding her into a rigid form. At the hem of her hobble skirt were a pair of white, locked ballet high-heeled boots, tightly securing her ankles and forcing her legs to remain straight. Three additional leather straps forced her into a Z-shaped, triple-folded position. She lay quietly on her side within the sacred box. "Gabby." Isaac said, then realized the Countess Chanel's ears were also sealed, preventing her from speaking. "Mmmph." Behind him, the succubus maid Vilia, with horns on her head, walked over. Her arms were bound behind her in a Japanese rear-naked choke hold, and her black silk legs were locked by 30-centimeter ankle cuffs as she slowly approached. She had come to meet her mother. "Gabby, Gabby." Isaac chuckled, squatting down to remove her coif. He reached inside the inner head wrap and pulled out two white earplugs filled with sacred energy, then replaced the coif and caressed the Countess Chanel's face. "You are finally mine." The Countess Chanel was already half-demonic, and Olivier's lifespan was limited. To prevent her from truly descending into darkness after his death, Olivier and Isaac had an agreement. Upon his death, the Countess Chanel would be gifted to Isaac. Isaac, of course, agreed. It was a duck delivered to his doorstep; why would he refuse? "Mmmph... Mmmph mmmph..." Blindfolded and gagged, her hair completely covered, the Countess heard Isaac's voice. Knowing she was now in Isaac's territory, she let out muffled sounds, still immersed in the grief of her husband's death. "While you can still suppress your demonic nature, sign this for me." Isaac said, and Vilia walked over from behind him. Vilia had a maid's tray attached to her waist, which could normally hold plates or an ashtray. However, it now held a piece of parchment smelling of sulfur. This was a devil's contract.

A while later. In the castle, each lady-in-waiting had her own private room. Although they usually slept together, they still had their personal belongings and private spaces. Jane and Eiko, being sisters, shared a private room. "Jane, you have a visitor." Isaac opened the door to Jane and Eiko's room in the castle, holding Li Muxun in his arms, her mouth free. Li Muxun's plump arms, exposed beneath her red short-sleeved qipao, were still bound tightly behind her back in a W shape. Her breasts were constricted by X-shaped ropes above and a circle of rope below. She was unable to move. "Mmmph... mmmph..." Jane's room was a standard princess room, decorated in a warm and sweet Rococo style. Muffled sounds came from the room. In the room was a massive king-sized princess bed, but there was no beauty on it. The room was about forty square meters. Along one wall, there was a crystal coffin approximately 1.9 meters long. This was the crystal coffin the dwarves had made for Princess Jane, the "Sleeping Beauty." Originally, the dwarves had called Jane "Snow White," but after Isaac pointed out that Snow White had black hair while Jane was blonde, they changed her title to Sleeping Beauty Aurora, as Aurora was blonde. The crystal coffin was just large enough to fit a person lying down. Inside lay Princess Jane, the Sleeping Beauty, whom the dwarves called Princess Aurora. Princess Jane was wearing a pink princess gown. The gown was completely off-the-shoulder, with a neckline that was almost a straight line, but actually formed a wide, obtuse angle of about 150 degrees. The lowest point of this wide, obtuse-angled neckline was between her breasts, revealing a deep cleavage and her alluring upper chest. Along the upper edge of the neckline and the wide, obtuse-angled off-the-shoulder sleeves was a wide white lace trim. This trim extended from Princess Jane's cleavage towards her upper arms like the spread wings of a bird. This incredibly sexy low-cut design perfectly showcased her charming collarbones and voluptuous curves. The fitted sleeves connected to the dress hugged her entire arm from the shoulder opening down to her wrists. The material was similar to that of sheer stockings, with the sheer sleeves of the bodice loosely encasing her slender arms, revealing a subtle allure through the haze. The bodice and the entire skirt below were completely different from the sheer sleeves. They were made of incredibly smooth, opaque silk material, dreamlike and fitting her elegant figure as if made to accentuate her every delicate curve. The soft, silky fabric swayed gently with her every movement. The skirt flowed down from her hips, the tightly cinched waist accentuating her graceful curves even more alluringly. The pink silk clung to her hips, the light pleats rippling with her steps, her enticing silhouette subtly visible beneath the silk. The hem of the long skirt was finished with a circle of exquisite ruffles, with layers of white underskirt beneath. The hem of the skirt was longer than the pink outer skirt, inadvertently revealing a layered texture like a cake. And beneath the hem, a pair of beautiful legs clad in white lace garter stockings and noble stockings were visible. "Mmmph... mmmph..." Princess Jane was, of course, bound and lying in the Sleeping Beauty's crystal coffin. Her hair was not pinned up but cascaded smoothly like a waterfall down her back onto the bottom of the coffin. Her eyes were covered by an incredibly elegant pink lace blindfold, and her mouth was covered by a lace mask with a gag inside. Only her high-bridged nose was visible between her mouth and eyes. Princess Jane wore a pink collar around her neck, and her arms were bound tightly behind her in deep rose-colored gauntlets. The tops of the gauntlets had shoulder straps that pulled from both sides of her shoulders, crossing in an X shape at the front of her neck. Beneath her skirt, she wore an extremely long corset that extended from her waist all the way down to her ankles, constricting her entire body from waist to ankle. Outside of her skirt, five or six leather straps began above her breasts and wound around her body, binding her tightly and preventing her gauntlets from separating from her torso. "Mmmph... mmmph..." Princess Jane's head rested peacefully on a pink princess pillow beneath her. She lay helplessly in the crystal coffin, whimpering helplessly. The coffin was small, leaving her no room to struggle. Beside her, an old-fashioned Victorian-style camera in a wooden box was mounted on a tripod, clearly a dwarf's camera. Isaac regularly sent the dwarves photographs of Princess Aurora, the Sleeping Beauty, bound in her crystal coffin. "Mmmph?? Mmmph!!" Another princess was also bound in the room—Eiko, or rather, Cinderella Eiko, who had been fully matured by magic, standing at 173 cm tall, with a fully developed face and chest. Cinderella Eiko wore white silk garter stockings on her feet. On her feet were a pair of backless crystal high-heeled boots. The crystal high-heeled boots sparkled, inlaid with numerous diamonds, emitting a starlight-like shimmer. These crystal high-heeled boots were crafted by the dwarves and had runes embedded in inconspicuous places—runes designed to activate Eiko's "Mature Eiko" state, which was triggered by the alchemical potion provided by Isti. Previously, Eiko needed to drink alchemical potion to transform from "Little Eiko" into "Big Eiko," a fully developed young woman with a mature chest, height, and face. However, with these crystal high-heeled boots, Eiko only needed to put them on, and the boots would grow with her body, transforming her into the mature Big Eiko. Because of these Cinderella crystal slippers, the dwarves called her "Cinderella." Cinderella Eiko wore a typical Cinderella-esque, almost silver-grey, very light blue princess gown, like a veil woven from moonlight, elegant yet cold and beautiful. The gossamer fabric clung to her as if melting, and the neckline was a deep U-neck, forming a rounded curve that revealed her delicate collarbones and a hint of her chest, subtly alluring. On either side of the U-neck, a pair of puffed short sleeves brushed over her smooth shoulders. The puffy short sleeves perfectly displayed her princess-like demeanor. Beneath the sleeves, her plump arms were visible, with only a small "absolute territory" revealed before the long, almost silver-grey, very light blue over-the-elbow silk gloves that lightly encased her slender arms, soft and charming. The waist was tightly cinched, her waist as slender as a grasp. The interwoven silver-grey and light blue hues further accentuated her graceful figure, as if gently lifting her, making her appear exceptionally tall and slender. The skirt, made of a special elastic fabric, formed an inverted bowl shape without the need for a crinoline, cascading down from her waist. The sheer fabric was layered, distinct yet not cumbersome, rippling like waves with every step, emitting a dreamlike luster. Unlike her sister, Eiko's arms were not in gauntlets but were bound behind her in a Japanese-style high-hand restraint using the ropes from Eiko's restraint set, forming a W shape with her forearms crossed at her upper back. Ropes bound and wrapped around her breasts from above and below, pulling her upper arms back. Ropes also pulled upwards from the sides of her breasts, crossing them towards the opposite side and forming an X shape at her collarbones, pulling over her opposite shoulder and behind her, directly suspending her crossed wrists at her upper back, preventing