The Bound Journey of Yanzi

The occupant of this coffin should have been a woman, but that's not the point. The crucial detail is that she was bound tightly all over with ropes, and something was stuffed into her mouth, seemingly gagging her. Two ropes crossed her chest, passed under her arms, and were secured behind her back, immobilizing her limbs. From behind her neck, the ropes extended forward, crossing again at her chest, creating a division that made her breasts appear even more prominent. Her lower body was bound from the thighs down to her ankles, rendering any movement impossible. A sense of familiarity washed over me. This was like the art from the islands, wasn't it? I'd spent many lonely nights researching this particular art form, but this was my first time experiencing it up close. It was indeed very different from pictures and videos. The woman wore nothing but this rope garment, which hugged her body tightly. I couldn't tell how long she'd been buried, as there was no sign of decay. Her skin, bathed in moonlight, was smooth and soft. Her small face was tightly shut, as if she were merely asleep. Bewitched, I reached out to touch her, feeling the gentle, smooth texture of her skin. Suddenly, a stimulating signal shot through my mind. She was alive. As my hand reached her lower abdomen, I could clearly feel the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath, a shared cadence. I tried touching her chest again; there was a heartbeat. The nature of this situation had fundamentally changed. My mind conjured an image. A woman, for reasons unknown, was buried alive. Her struggles to move only led to her being bound, and to prevent her from screaming, her mouth was gagged. Since she was alive, she must have been buried within the last three days; otherwise, survival would be unlikely. I thought back to recent events in the village, but nothing seemed to fit. The village wasn't large; everyone would know if a funeral was held. If it wasn't a funeral, I hadn't heard of any women going missing or being kidnapped. With no clues, and knowing she was alive, I had no choice but to take her with me. Leaving her here would be a death sentence. I lifted her body, attempting to untie the ropes. However, they were pulled taut against her skin. I fumbled for a while, unable to find any knots, and I had no tools to cut the ropes. I decided to take her back and figure it out later. I slung her over my shoulder. After taking a couple of steps, I remembered the sword and turned back to retrieve it before descending the mountain with the woman on my back. Fortunately, it was night, and we were on the rocky mountain path. I didn't encounter anyone, which was a good thing, as I wouldn't have been able to explain the situation. Back at my home, I placed her on the bed. Lighting a candle, I took a damp towel and began to wipe the dirt from her body. I never imagined I'd be this close to a woman in my life. I meticulously cleaned every inch of her skin. Her skin was like fine jade, stimulating my hormones. I was lost in this hazy, gentle embrace, unable to extricate myself. I called out to her softly, but she gave no response. Her serene face, with the gag in her mouth, had a slight disharmony. "Let's get this off her," I muttered to myself. Judging by the art from the islands, this should be a gag ball, with a buckle at the back of the neck. I gently turned her over to her side. To my surprise, behind this object was a smooth strap, with no buckle or other fastening points. I fumbled for a while but couldn't find anything. I tried to pull it off with force, but it was in vain. It remained tightly adhered to her mouth, unyielding. Strange. I tried again to loosen the ropes on her body, but still no knots. This meant the ropes had no connection points, making them impossible to untie. I then tried to cut the ropes with a knife, but they were completely uncuttable, not even showing signs of wear. Applying fire had the same result; the ropes were completely unharmed. "Damn it." What kind of magical artifact is this? I suddenly felt like my three years in this world had been for nothing. Apart from not starving to death, I seemed to know nothing about the outside world. Perhaps it was my laid-back personality; as long as I had food, I wouldn't think about anything else. As I was halfway through my exploration, the Dragon Palace suddenly trembled. I looked up at the little dragon girl and saw her blinking at me! "Oh my god." A tiger trapped in a cage isn't scary because you're at a distance. But if you reach your hand in, it's still terrifying. I scrambled off the bed, landing on the floor with my pants still down. The little dragon girl struggled slightly, but unable to break free from the ropes, she calmed down. She turned her head to look around, then closed her eyes again. She couldn't speak, but I guessed she was probably helpless, bound and unable to escape, and being defiled by me, a lustful demon. She might have even wished for death. I observed for a while, concluding there was no immediate danger. I awkwardly stood up and pulled up my pants. However, I still kept my distance from her. "...Uh, about the ropes on you, I can't untie them. Really, fire and knives couldn't break them," I said apologetically. One's feelings towards living and inanimate objects are different. Now that the little dragon girl was awake, an invisible moral pressure washed over me, forcing me to change my mindset when facing her. I'll emphasize this again: I am a gentleman! By no means a lecherous scoundrel! The little dragon girl opened her eyes and looked at me. I couldn't discern her expression; the gag was too large. "I can't take out the thing in your mouth either. I, I..." She definitely felt something from my exploration, and had seen my ravenous state. I wanted to explain, but the words wouldn't come out. Regardless, my actions, from her perspective, couldn't be considered good. I was stuck, not knowing what to say. This, however, demonstrated that I was indeed a gentleman. If she had woken up and still been unable to escape, a lecherous scoundrel wouldn't have cared if she was awake or not. But I did. "...Uh..." I wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by a muffled sound from her mouth. She just made a muffled sound and looked at me. I tried hard to understand her actions. A normal person would be hungry or thirsty, but she wasn't. Even if she wanted to eat, I couldn't provide it. Seeing that I didn't understand, she lifted her head slightly to look at me, her gaze then drifting downwards. Following her gaze, I saw she was looking at my pants, or more precisely, my crotch. I knew I was a scoundrel, and I felt like she was scolding me, especially after what I had just done to her. But then I changed my mind. I saw her looking at my crotch, then struggling to lift her head to look at her own nether regions, all while making muffled sounds. This wasn't scolding, was it? She clearly wanted to say something. I pointed to myself with my finger, then to her. I saw her nod. Suddenly, I had a bold guess. Now I can manipulate ropes and create more intricate patterns without touching Yanzi's restraints. At this moment, Yanzi was already suspended by me, her legs transformed from a spread-eagle position to an M-shaped bind where her calves and thighs overlapped. Yanzi's gateway was wide open, and this was the first time I could see Yanzi's secret garden in its entirety. I broke off a few willow branches, weaving them together to form a resilient whip. I flicked the willow whip, the feel of it in my hand was quite good. I struck Yanzi's buttocks, and a red mark gradually appeared. Yanzi hissed in pain, then tightly shut her mouth, ceasing any further sounds. I was confident this wouldn't cause Yanzi any real harm, at most just a bit of suffering. Seeing Yanzi refuse to communicate with me only fueled my anger. I continuously swung the whip, and soon, lash marks covered Yanzi's entire body. This whipping not only tormented Yanzi but also made me more and more excited with each strike, awakening the beast within me. My previous gentleness towards Yanzi had led me to believe that any transgressions I committed were with her tacit consent. Thinking back now, it was laughable. A naked beauty, securely bound by ropes and utterly defenseless, should be brutally ravaged! Especially since she repaid kindness with ingratitude, truly detestable! My lower half was already impatient. I dropped the whip and, with a thought, lowered her from her suspended position. Yanzi's leg bindings were already in the M-shape I'd created, so I didn't need to press against her body for intercourse. I lay flat on the bed, holding her with my hands, and guided her to sit on my erection. With my current strength, lifting her was no different than lifting a small bird. Yanzi became my oversized Fiji cup, and I roughly began to move her up and down. Yanzi could endure pain, but she couldn't withstand the stimulation from below. Her tightly shut lips had already begun to moan incessantly. I summoned a gag and stuffed it into her mouth, depriving her of the right to moan. At this moment, I only wanted to vent, completely unconcerned with the "crazy bitch's" feelings. After I'd had my fill of the Fiji cup position, I pushed her against the wall and thrust into her fiercely. After a period of struggle, the sharpness in this crazy bitch's eyes was gone. Her flushed face seemed to have returned to its former appearance. The scene from this morning was still vivid in my mind. No matter how pitiful and lovable she appeared now, I could no longer trust her. I only regret that this world doesn't have more adult toys, preventing my talents and ambitions from being fully realized. I picked up the whip again and continued to lash her. However, seeing that the whip marks on her body had already disappeared, I knew that physical pain meant little to her. Only sensory stimulation could make her succumb. I dropped the whip again, contemplating how to further train her. I considered the idea of rope play, but immediately dismissed it. I wasn't sure of the limits of the rope's restraint on her, so I didn't dare let her legs relax and walk freely. After much thought, I decided to make some small toys out of wood. The protruding part of the ancient wooden donkey was made of wood, wasn't it? I cut down a tree about a bowl's width in diameter, took a section from the middle of the trunk, and simply trimmed it with a small knife. It looked decent, just a bit rough on the surface and a bit large in size, but what did that matter? I took my proud creation and attempted to insert it into Yanzi's body. It was still a bit too large. If I forced it in and damaged the passage, I wouldn't have any fun later. Yanzi watched me fumbling with this obviously ill-fitting object, her eyes wide with a pleading look as I tried to insert it into her. I picked up the small knife again and began to polish my carving. Who knew if this crazy bitch would save me only to kill me later? I should tie her up while I had the chance. I checked my spiritual energy core and tried to mobilize my spiritual energy. With a thought, Yanzi's curses instantly flooded my mind. "You... you ungrateful wretch, you bastard... you." Yanzi was furious. "Likewise," I replied. I was safe now, and my mood had improved considerably. Though it was a bit shameless, I'd never been a morally upright person. I tried to sit up, but the pain throughout my body forced me back down. "Don't move if you want to live." "It seems I'm badly injured." "Your meridians and spiritual energy are all messed up, and your bones are broken all over. If it weren't for me, you'd be dust by now," Yanzi said irritably. "Thanks, wife. You've worked hard, wife." Yanzi ignored me, struggling to prop herself up and re-enter her cultivation state. Watching her comical struggle made me laugh, but I also noticed that Yanzi seemed to be able to cultivate even while bound, something I'd never observed before. "Yanzi, Yanzi." Yanzi remained seated like a statue, showing no intention of acknowledging me. I chuckled helplessly, realizing I was being ignored. Yanzi had saved me this time, and I hadn't sensed any killing intent from her. I thought she might still have feelings for me. I was conflicted about whether I should grant Yanzi her freedom. However, her power was so immense that she could kill me in an instant. I doubted I could restrain her again without a sneak attack. My waist felt uncomfortable, and as I shifted to turn over, I suddenly saw another person lying not far from me. It was Liu Cheng. My feelings towards Liu Cheng became even more complex. Just for not using me as cannon fodder at a critical moment and trying to escape with me, Liu Cheng wasn't a sinister villain. It was clear Liu Cheng was loyal to the Eastern King. The Eastern King wouldn't have needed to use false intelligence to trick Liu Cheng into a suicide mission. Even if the Eastern King didn't care about my life, he wouldn't have sacrificed a trusted subordinate for nothing. Where was the problem? I pondered left and right but couldn't find an answer. "Yanzi, why did you save Liu Cheng too?" Yanzi was a murderous demon, yet she saved people. It was unbelievable. "Then untie me, and I'll kill him," Yanzi said coldly. "Uh... that's not what I meant." "Seeing as you two are lucky to be alive, I brought back a dead pig. It's no different from two dead pigs." "...Yanzi, you talk about your husband like that. What does that make you if you married a pig?" Ever since I'd untied Yanzi for the first time, her tongue had become sharper. "A butcher," Yanzi replied curtly. Heh, I wasn't going to argue with Yanzi. Once I recovered, I'd show her! "Why is Liu Cheng still unconscious? His strength is greater than mine, so he should have woken up earlier." Yanzi opened her eyes and glared at me, then said, "Would you have woken up if I hadn't transferred spiritual energy to you?" "...Uh." I instantly understood Yanzi's words. Besides blood refinement, Yanzi and I transferred spiritual energy through that other method. Yanzi's face turned bright red. "If you want me to transfer spiritual energy to him, that's fine too." With that, Yanzi actually began to crawl slowly towards Liu Cheng. "Yanzi, I didn't mean that. I'm sorry, I... I was careless and didn't realize," I apologized sincerely. Yanzi actually started crying, which gave me a headache. I stammered for a long time, unable to find a suitable way to comfort her. There was no other way; perhaps untying her would be the greatest comfort. My heart still trembled slightly. After hesitating, I untied Yanzi. "Husband, you're the best, you know what I want," Yanzi was still acting spoiled with me. "What do you want?" I pretended to be oblivious. "We've been together for so long, you know," Yanzi lay on the ground, looking at me with her big eyes. "Oh, I know, you miss home, we'll go back right now." Seeing Yanzi's longing, how could I resist going back first? Yanzi's small face crumpled, her cheeks flushed red, and she whispered, "Can you keep the thing below vibrating?" Yanzi's voice was softer than a mosquito's, but thankfully my hearing was good now. Still, I deliberately picked at my ear and said, "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly." "Husband, you're done for. If you dare to untie me again, I'll kill you immediately!" Yanzi clearly knew I could hear her and that I was deliberately teasing her. Still playing hard to get! I whipped her on the butt, but it felt like she was enjoying it. Instead of Yanzi's angry curses, there was only a soft whimper. I was tricked! I was sure Yanzi was a masochist; whipping was a pleasure for her! Fine, since that's the case, I'll satisfy her. I instantly increased the power of the vibrator, and the entire cave echoed with Yanzi's moans. I then summoned a gag to stuff in her mouth. If she kept screaming like this, I was afraid the cave would collapse. Seeing her excited expression made me quite displeased. I kept whipping her with the whip in my hand, but the more I whipped, the more excited she became. My own erection could no longer be contained. I wouldn't let her have all the pleasure; I wanted to indulge too! I dropped the whip, scooped up Yanzi's entire body, and removed the vibrator from between her legs. Immediately, my already erect golden cudgel was ready. The dryness of so many days was quenched. I relentlessly sped up my pace to release the beast within me. If I had to describe the scene now, it would be like Ximen Qing and the actress playing Pan Jinlian in that Hong Kong movie, engaging in a bondage play on the bed. Yanzi's eyes were already rolling back, and I was in the final stage of my thrusts. *Tear*, a dragon emerged, entering this hidden cave, seeking its final resting place. Since meeting Yanzi, I hadn't had such a cathartic battle in a long time. As I cleaned up the battlefield, Yanzi looked like she had been thoroughly used, with only the heaving of her chest proving she was still savoring the aftershocks. "Yanzi, Yanzi," I patted Yanzi's face.