Fallen Princess x Sex Slave Captive

The Qixia cruise ship, top deck, VIP exclusive sunbathing area. Su Wan, dressed in a brocade cotton robe, sat at the tea table, gazing intently at the neatly arranged iron cages in the corner of the deck. Within these cages were imprisoned beautiful young maidens. They wore latex blindfolds, gagged with deep-throat plugs, and high-necked collars. Every inch of their bodies that could move was securely bound by metal instruments and shackles. The plump mounds of their breasts were locked by root-based breast clamps, becoming even firmer. They trembled gently with each breath, appearing as succulent and tempting as two ripe peaches. Their slender waists were completely constricted by metal corsets, accentuating their round, perky buttocks. Their arms were also tightly bound by rough ropes against their backs, rendering them immobile. Several iron bars spanning the cages secured their necks, waists, and calves. Their continuously trembling knees silently spoke of the agony of being forced to maintain a humiliating posture of bent-over kneeling. Worst of all, their exposed honey traps and rear entrances were filled with thick rubber rods, inserted to the deepest extent, leaving no room for air. These rods were occasionally jiggled, sometimes thrust in and out, and at other times spun wantonly. The rough granules on the surface of the rubber rods continuously scraped against their sensitive tender flesh, and streams of nectar sprayed wildly with their mournful cries. These were the "breeding bitches" meticulously cultivated by Songhua Manor, destined for White Rose for testing, collectively known as "test subjects." Being naked, bound, and imprisoned in iron cages like this, stripped of freedom and rights, must feel… so good… so easy… Watching their lustful, orgasmic expressions, Su Wan's cheeks flushed, her peach-blossom eyes filled with envy and adoration. She yearned to experience such direct stimulation and ravishment herself. Her heated skin craved touch, her aching breasts longed to be kneaded, her perky buttocks yearned for the lash, and even her lower region itched with emptiness, her wet, plump lips desperate to suck through the ultra-thin white stockings. Yet, in reality, she could only feign an air of reserved elegance, battling her inner desires and physical needs alone. She had once been a test subject herself. Due to her exceptionally high beauty and meticulous disposition, she had caught the eye of a top conglomerate, allowing her to leapfrog social classes and become a member of the elite, representing the Jiang family in the White Rose tests. Although she now lived in luxury, she had to constantly maintain her elegant image, no longer able to be a wanton, slutty "breeding bitch." This enforced requirement to maintain decorum made Su Wan, who was already naturally masochistic and craved to be bound and ravished, even more sensitive. The clanging of chains, the vibrating hum of the rubber rods, coupled with the mournful cries of the test subjects, acted like an aphrodisiac, continuously stimulating her nerves. The more she tried to restrain herself, the more her desire surged, her honey trap grew hotter, and the emptiness itched. The test subject in the very next cage was crying out so lewdly… I envy her being forced to climax… Mmm… This is the VIP exclusive sunbathing deck… If I secretly expose myself, it should be fine, right…? "What a shame, before the boss gets tired of her and sells her off, we can still get a taste. Isn't this top-tier bitch better than Chu Muwei?" Imprisonment, ravishment... tired of her... sell her off... get a taste... The pampered princess, raised in the lap of luxury by a top conglomerate, trembled all over, tears streaming down her face, on the verge of collapse. "Wuwuwu..." She thrashed desperately, trying to resist. Her slender arms were roughly twisted behind her back, and her neck and chest were subsequently bound tightly with coarse rope. The knot was secured only when her wrists were hoisted to their absolute limit, and her palms were wrapped several times with static tape, forcing her into the agonizing posture of the "back-facing Guanyin." "It hurts so much... I'm going to break..." Su Wan felt the rough hemp digging deep into her flesh. Her slender arms were pressed tightly against her skin, leaving no room to move, every inch of muscle tensed and immobile. Her wrist and elbow joints were twisted to an exaggerated degree, her hands forced into fists that nearly touched the back of her head. The most agonizing pain came from her breasts, already flattened into a disc by the ground, now bound by diamond-shaped ropes at their roots. They were pushed even higher, her skin flushed red from its paleness, swelling as if about to burst with milk. "This bitch has great flexibility. She'll be perfect for fucking while she's hung up. She'll fetch a good price from the slave traders later." "Wuwuwu... I don't want to... I don't want that..." Su Wan's heart cried out in despair as her legs were successively folded and bound by the coarse rope. The only part not subjected to ravishment was her exposed little flower between her thighs. At this moment, as if bearing the tension of her entire body's binding, it trembled desperately, continuously oozing honeyed fluid, sending absurd pleas to her mind: it wanted to be filled, to be caressed, to be fucked and manipulated. "Look at how horny this bitch is... her slutty water is flowing down to her thighs. Even with a vibrator stuffed inside me, I'm not this exaggerated..." "Stop the nonsense and pack her into the box. Send her to the boss." As soon as the words fell, Su Wan felt herself being shoved into a hard, narrow iron box. Her neck, chest, abdomen, inner thighs, and ankles were all securely fastened with wide leather straps. Forced into a humiliating deep squat with her legs spread, the intense feeling of constriction and panic caused her desire to swell rapidly. "So tight... so painful... I can't struggle at all... Where are they taking me... sending me to the boss... Who is the boss? This feels awful..." As Su Wan's thoughts raced, two thick, hard rubber rods with rough granules were pressed against her two openings. After a brief probing, they were forcefully thrust in, and then began to be rhythmically pounded in and out. The rough granules on the two rubber rods continuously scraped against her sensitive inner walls. The tearing pain mingled with intense pleasure, surging instantly from her tailbone to the top of her head, causing Su Wan's pupils to contract, her body to tense, tremble, and twitch, her toes clenching into tight balls. "Wuwu, it hurts so much... Help me... Someone save me... Someone help me..." Her face was filled with despair as she futilely writhed her bound body. Her swollen, red breasts, tightly bound at the roots, swayed with her movements, appearing as succulent and tempting as ripe peaches. However, her already parched and eager cunt directly betrayed her reason, actively and frankly quivering and sucking, tightly enveloping the entire rubber rods. Honeyed fluid spurted and gushed from the edges. "What's in here?" "Just some standard medical equipment. If you need to check the manifest, we'll cooperate. It's just a bit troublesome to organize." The older woman said calmly. However, she wasn't telling the truth. The truth was that this seemingly ordinary suitcase was actually made of special materials, a soundproof, sealed iron cage. Inside, a naked, alluring loli was crouched. Every part of her body that could move was tightly bound with rough hemp ropes. The ropes dug deep into her flesh, turning the skin purple and red. Even her hands were tightly wrapped with tape. Her breasts, their roots bound by the hemp rope, were further constricted by a wide strap stretched across the iron box, causing them to sag slightly in the middle and become even more perky and full, as if filled with liquid, stretching the skin to a purple-red hue. Worst of all, this rough, textured strap could move slowly in a cycle, continuously abrading the sensitive nipples, bringing unspeakable tingling, itching, and intense pleasure. Her pussy and asshole were completely filled by two thick rubber dildos, stretching the openings thin as cicada wings, leaving no room for anything else. They thrashed wildly against her flesh, causing her buttocks to tremble, her honey to spurt, and her urine to flow, forming a small puddle of lewd water at the bottom of the iron box. It was none other than Su Wan, the legitimate daughter of the Jiang family from Qixia Terrace. At this moment, her cheeks were burning, her hair disheveled, and her body slick with sweat. Her eyes were even dazed from the manipulation, yet she still futilely writhed her bound body, attempting to find salvation. However, her mouth was completely stuffed with the rubber dildos, her throat sore and raw. She could only manage to squeeze out mournful, desperate cries of pain. "Mmmph... Mmmph... There's someone in the iron box... I'm from the Jiang family... Don't believe them... Save me... Check the iron box... Mmmph mmmph..." She shook her head frantically, causing the plump flesh of her breasts to sway slightly, making her appear even more lewd and seductive. "Please wait a moment, ladies." Seeing their composed expressions and no signs of suspicious items, and coming from the esteemed White Rose Customs Inspection Department, the crew member respectfully whispered, "The iron box contains those medical instruments. I need to do a simple registration... This is a process that cannot be skipped." "Of course, no problem. There's a thermometer, a blood pressure monitor, a stethoscope, lighting equipment... and a simple vibrating device." "A vibrating device? You mean..." "To test the sensitivity of the item being inspected." As she said this, the older woman took out a remote control and pressed the top button. The moment the remote was pressed, the frequency of the two rubber dildos suddenly doubled, reaching their limit while simultaneously releasing an electric current. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph..." Su Wan's pupils contracted sharply. Her entire delicate body tensed to its limit as if electrocuted, then trembled like a sieve. "It hurts... It hurts so much... Don't... Don't keep thrusting... Let me breathe... Let me rest a little... I want to cum... I want my breasts rubbed... I want my ass spanked... What am I thinking... I... I..." I have to find a way, a way to get out of here! She wanted to make a sound, to attract the attention of the crew member, but her body was bound too tightly, and her throat was pressed hard by the rubber dildos. No matter how she struggled and cried out, it was completely ineffective. "Buzz buzz buzz... Slurp slurp..." The two rubber dildos continuously abraded her sensitive folds, thrusting into her deepest core. The high-intensity current brought intense pain and pleasure, causing Su Wan to roll her eyes and drool from the corners of her mouth. My... my little hole... is going to be ruined by those two hard... thick... rods... I want to be dignified... I want to resist... I can't... can't... but... it feels so good... even my body is involuntarily becoming sensitive... "Listen here, I don't care what your excuses are. If you dare to come again without permission, I'll hang you upside down and whip you when we get back." The older kidnapper, just as he boarded the escort boat, smelled the stench of urine and couldn't help but pound on the iron box. "I'm so sorry... I really didn't mean to... I'm just... a bit sensitive, I couldn't resist such... intense stimulation." Su Wan was so terrified she couldn't utter a sound. The thought of being bound, hung upside down, and whipped on her clit conjured a strange mix of despair and anticipation, causing even more fluid to gush out. A faint, musky odor filled the younger kidnapper's nostrils. Her brows furrowed as she pulled out a thicker rubber baton, poised to lift the iron box and completely plug the pussy that was leaking so profusely. But the older one stopped her. "Forget it. The more you punish a slut like her, the more she enjoys it. We'll make her kneel and lick it clean later." With that, he pulled out a remote and pressed a button, increasing the frequency of the two rubber batons to their maximum, delivering high-intensity electric currents. "Mmmph... mmmph... mmmph~" The arcs of electricity from the tips of the batons brutally stabbed at her core. The indescribable pain and stimulation made Su Wan roll her eyes, tears streaming down her face. Her abdomen arched and contracted, her body trembled uncontrollably, her hips spasmed and writhed, and her throat was filled with desperate moans. She felt her sensitive core and asshole like sealed containers filled with hot liquid, being relentlessly churned and pounded by two overclocked stirrers. The inner walls grew hotter and more swollen with each scrape, and even the fluid that spurted out was churned into fine, broken foam. Her already muddled mind was quickly swallowed by the torrent of desire, trapping her in an endless cycle. Before the aftershocks of one orgasm subsided, another wave crashed over her, until she finally collapsed into unconsciousness from exhaustion. Two escort boats and three patrol boats formed a small fleet, cutting through the vast, boundless sea. Carrying the iron box that imprisoned Su Wan, they gradually moved away from the cruise ship, heading towards a distant island. The escort boats traveled much faster than the cruise ship, reaching the port before nightfall. Using their White Rose Customs Inspection Department credentials, they bypassed cargo inspections and left in an off-road vehicle. Su Wan occasionally woke up, still bound and imprisoned in the iron box. Her throat felt dry, and her sensitive core and asshole were filled and blocked by even thicker, harder rubber batons, leaving no room and causing an intense itch. "Where... where am I being taken..." She could faintly hear the honking of car horns and the conversation of the two kidnappers: "Damn it, what bad luck. How did the information leak?" "Are we really going to send Su Wan to the auction?" "What else can we do? Who dares to disobey Ji Yuheng?!" An auction... Ji Yuheng? Su Wan's heart leaped into her throat. She remembered information she had seen on a map. The most remote territory of White Rose was called the Border Base, ruled by Ji Yuheng. Known for her icy demeanor and a heart as venomous as a scorpion, she was called the White Impermanence, an absolute rational power-wielder. The Border Base was the most ruthless territory in all of White Rose... bitches there didn't even deserve the right to think for themselves... Bound and imprisoned in the iron box, Su Wan trembled all over. "Wuwuwu... someone, please save me... anyone..." She tried to make a sound while wriggling her limbs and hips, attempting to break free from her restraints. All she got in return was intensified itching and a throbbing ache. After explaining the characteristics of this "product," the auctioneer signaled to the attendant beside him, "Finally, we will conduct a dual test of sensitivity and tolerance, to facilitate your better judgment." As soon as the words fell, the rubber rod, forcibly filling the anus, began to vibrate slightly, followed by violent thrusting and pounding. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph!" The rough granules on the surface of the rubber rod continuously scraped the inner walls, and a tearing pain surged without warning. Su Wan's pupils constricted, her delicate body tensed, convulsing and trembling, the entire iron frame creaking loudly, her breasts swaying violently as if out of control. The fervent exclamations of countless dignitaries, the noise of the rubber rod pounding, and the explicit explanations in the auction hall continuously stimulated her clitoris like countless feathers, igniting every inch of her skin and nerves. She felt as if she had been forcibly stuffed into an extremely tight iron can, and they were incessantly pouring hot viscous fluid into her. Her naked body grew hotter and more unbearable, and a mournful cry was about to burst from her throat. No... don't, don't do this... stop... stop quickly! Su Wan cried out in shame and indignation in her heart, but her body trembled more violently. Her abdomen arched forward in spasms, her lustful nest contracting intensely, squirting out more honeyed fluid, splashing in a lewd arc in mid-air, wetting the glass display case and the floor like falling raindrops. The full mounds of flesh on her chest swayed wantonly with the frequency of the pounding in her anus. The protruding tips became increasingly rosy and erect, slowly seeping out crystal-clear beads of sweat. Clearly, it was my rear that was being penetrated... but... but why does my front feel so itchy... so empty... like ants biting inside... I want to cum... I really want to cum... but on the screen... no... I... I want to... I want to hold back, can I hold back, really... can I? The fear of her vision being deprived caused Su Wan's desire to swell rapidly, and her reason gradually became confused. Shame, despair, pain... And the peculiar excitement and pleasure from being forcibly displayed naked, with the details of the penetration broadcast, churned wildly in her mind. They'll see... this slutty appearance... I... in White Rose, I'm already known as a mother... mother dog... slut... pleasure tool... The more Su Wan thought this, the stronger her innate submissiveness became, even to the point of wanting to twist her waist and sway her hips, posing seductively. The frequency of the rubber rod gradually increased, and her lustful nest became increasingly itchy and hot under the pressure and vibration, shamelessly and thirstily sucking in the air. Honeyed fluid flowed, mixed with a fishy, stale urine. Perhaps this way... is quite comfortable... quite liberating... no need to care about my status anymore... no need to deliberately maintain elegance and dignity... just need to kneel and fawn obediently... arch my ass... spread my little hole... Screaming... fawning... waiting to be ravaged in turns... Su Wan rolled her eyes, fantasizing lewdly, feeling her sanity slowly sliding towards the brink of collapse with the continuous stimulation. Just as the torrent within her was about to erupt uncontrollably, the frequency of the rubber rod suddenly decreased and finally stopped. Instead of the expected relief, a sense of emptiness filled her mind... Su Wan's delicate body trembled slightly, her lustful nest contracting and writhing thirstily. Her wet inner thighs glistened seductively under the light. And on her pure and tender face... it was impossible to tell if they were tears, sweat, or the resentful disappointment of the stimulation abruptly ceasing. She tried to beg for mercy, but her mouth was forcefully filled with a thick rubber gag, propping up her palate and constricting her throat, rendering her unable to speak or swallow, only managing to squeeze out desperate sobs. Ji Yuheng's delicate brows furrowed, a flicker of displeasure crossing her eyes. Rushu dared not delay any further. She grabbed Su Wan's flailing ankles and roughly dragged her out of the attic, lightly closing the carved door. "Mmm... mmmph..." Su Wan struggled in terror, but her body was limp with fear, like a lamb with no ability to resist. She could only be dragged along, her breasts bouncing freely. Soon, she was pulled to a barren clearing near the animal pens, devoid of anything but a crude wooden horse frame. "Lift your legs and sit on it," Rushu commanded, her face ashen. Su Wan, barely regaining her senses, turned deathly pale at the command. She stared blankly at the thick, hard rod in the center of the wooden horse frame, her body trembling uncontrollably. This iron rod... so thick... so hard... My little hole is so narrow... how can it accommodate such a monster... No... it will surely hurt to death... She desperately backed away, looking at Rushu with pleading eyes, only to be met with a vicious slap that sent her body lurching sideways, nearly making her stumble. An impatient growl sounded in her ear: "Useless! You can't even read the room. It's a mercy Miss Ji didn't chop you up and feed you to the dogs. How dare you push your luck? If you waste any more time, the animal pens are right there. You choose!" Animal pens... clearing... Su Wan's mind flashed with the image of the pre-selected sex toy, the despair in its eyes as it was repeatedly violated. She no longer dared to beg. Biting down hard on the rubber gag, she shakily lifted her leg. But her arms were bound, and the wooden horse frame was too high to straddle easily. She tried several times without success. Rushu was extremely displeased with Su Wan's clumsy attempts. Muttering curses under her breath, she grabbed Su Wan by the thighs and, aligning her slightly parted crotch with the tip of the iron rod, forcefully pushed her onto it. "Mmmph..." With no expectation of lubrication, the thick iron rod was forcefully rammed into her groin. The rough texture scraped against her sensitive inner walls, stretching her folds and filling her cunt. In that instant, a tearing pain shot through her like a steel needle, making Su Wan's pupils contract. Her body tensed and convulsed, a mournful wail echoing through the clearing past the gag in her mouth. "Does it feel good?" Rushu slapped her buttocks. Pain... so painful... hurry and take me down... I'm going to be... pierced through... Su Wan cried, shaking her head desperately, trying to elicit pity and sympathy. What she received was Rushu's indifference, and the slow, steady thrust of the iron rod, bringing waves of indescribable tearing pleasure. One inch... two inches... three inches... until her lower abdomen was slightly pushed out, the triangular prism deeply embedded in her flesh, pressing against her clit. Her buttocks were forced open to the sides, filling the gap, before it finally stopped. I'm going to split... This torture, akin to an execution, caused Su Wan's last vestiges of willpower to collapse. Her delicate body trembled, her cheeks flushed, her lips whimpering as she rolled her eyes, tears streaming uncontrollably. Yet, her cunt felt unbearably hot and restless. Though her entrance was stretched thin as a cicada's wing and packed full, it still felt hungry and empty, an incessant itch demanding more vigorous fucking. The plump mounds of her breasts swayed, becoming increasingly erect, glistening seductively in the sunlight. To alleviate this state, she could only bite her lip, struggling to tiptoe and lift her hips as high as possible. Her fair, delicate legs were stretched straight, trembling and twitching, silently conveying the agony of this position. However, Rushu seemed oblivious to her miserable state. She casually tidied the hemp ropes, saying in a nonchalant tone, "Miss Ji is just punishing you to clear your head. It shows she's still interested in you. If you behave and do as you're told from now on, you might not escape the Silent Black Prison, but at least you'll live more comfortably." Pain... so painful... can you... please let me down first... Su Wan looked at her with utter despair, her tender face stained with tears and snot. Ying Zhi... she must be a bitch too... why is she so adored and sought after by so many powerful figures... like a top celebrity... Filled with confusion, she knelt before the one-way mirror and looked around, her gaze quickly falling on the figure in Gate Number One. Just one look, and her heart began to race. Ying Zhi knelt there quietly, her disheveled dark hair obscuring half of her stunning face. Her full breasts, like ripe fruit, trembled and swayed, her nipples teasing the track, revealed and hidden, a visually arresting sight. She's so perfect... just like her name... skin like congealed fat... flawless... Su Wan had always been confident in her own looks, but at this moment, a strange sense of inferiority bloomed in her heart. If Ji Yuheng was an unassailable ice peak, then Ying Zhi was undoubtedly a flawless jade statue. It was impossible to say which was more beautiful; both were otherworldly. Liu Shu saw through Su Wan's thoughts at a glance and explained calmly: "Ying Zhi is popular not just for her looks, but for her achievements. 52 matches, 51 wins, 1 draw. Even after retiring for two years, no one has been able to break her legend." 52 matches... 51 wins... bound like that... stuffed with toys... and still achieving an almost perfect record... is that even possible... Su Wan stared at the scene in shock, her eyes wide. The bondage position in this rookie match was the most basic dog-style restraint. The contestants' wrists and ankles were securely fastened with ropes. The end of the anal hook inserted into their anuses was connected to their hair, forcing them to maintain a posture of chest held high, head up, and all fours on the ground – a humiliating pose. This position was common in rookie matches, but on Ying Zhi, it presented a completely different charm and beauty. Her back had a graceful curve. Her waist, cinched by the latex corset, dipped slightly, naturally elevating her hips. The rough hemp ropes, digging into her flesh, seemed like custom-made adornments, accentuating the curves of her hips and buttocks. Her mouth was forcibly filled with a rubber gag, the end pushing up her throat, causing a slight bulge. Her nostrils were also pulled taut by iron hooks, her entire face sinking into the leather restraints, completely losing all freedom. Her exposed little pussy was stretched taut and glistening from the thick instrument, its fair, smooth skin exuding a seductive allure. Two miniature oval vibrators were pressed tightly against her clitoris, occasionally trembling, occasionally sending jolts of electricity. Gushing honey fluid continuously poured out, dragging several sticky, glistening silver threads between her skin and the latex stockings, connecting and separating, incredibly enticing. She looked like a commodity on display, yet she was surprisingly serene. There was no humiliation or shame in her eyes, only a calm like still water. Occasionally, she would even nod slightly, attempting a smile, responding to the cheers and encouragement of her fervent fans, appearing exceptionally natural.