The Dynasty's Captive Beauty Saga

The figure in black, carrying the beauty bound like a horse for a chariot, headed towards the ancient castle. The night was like a piece of ink-soaked velvet, pressing down heavily, swallowing even the starlight. A figure in black moved silently along the mountain path, the hem of their voluminous robe brushing against the weeds, creating a faint rustling sound quickly snatched away by the mountain wind. In their hand, they carried something dark, its form indistinct. Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the entire mountainside. The figure in black instinctively turned their face, but couldn't avoid the intense light, revealing a glimpse of a delicate jawline. In the lightning's glare, what they held was exposed: a woman, bound tightly. The woman was bound in a "four-horse" position. Her hands were tied behind her back, her slender forearms pressed together. Ropes crisscrossed and coiled around her arms, binding her wrists, upper arms, and forearms tightly behind her, pressing them against her smooth back, rendering her upper body immobile. Her round, full breasts were not spared. A rope began at her swan-like, slender neck, looping several times in a figure-eight around her pert breasts, making them appear even larger, almost bursting from her clothing. The ropes then continued downwards, forming intricate diamond patterns around her firm abdomen. The ropes dug deeply into her flesh, causing her pale skin to bulge out, like pieces of elastic pudding waiting to be tasted. Finally, the ropes converged at her most intimate region, tied with a small knot that dug deeply into her flesh, before being secured to the ropes at her waist. This way, any struggle from the woman would pull on the ropes at her sensitive areas, causing intense stimulation that could send her to the heavens. Shifting focus to her lower body, thick ropes crisscrossed her thighs and calves, digging deep into the flesh and binding her long, pale legs into an uneven, sculpted form. Such tight restraint would have rendered an ordinary woman limp, but it wasn't over. Her thighs and calves were bent at an angle, a loop tied around her ankles, and a rope connecting to the center of her bound forearms, completing the "four-horse" binding. Several more ropes were attached to the back of her neck, her waist, and the junction of the ropes at her ankles. These ropes converged into a single bundle, held in the figure's hand. Under the pressure of her own weight, the already tight ropes dug even deeper into the woman's pale flesh, causing her exquisite beauty to writhe in pain. A red gag was in the woman's small mouth, its straps tied tightly behind her head, muffling any words she might utter, leaving only muffled moans to express her discomfort from the ropes. This woman was a rare beauty. Clad in a red dress that clung to her curvaceous figure, the neckline sloped to her collarbone, revealing a section of her jade-like neck. Her collarbone hollows held faint shadows, rising and falling with her breath. Her chest, like polished white jade, was partially revealed. Her slender waist, barely a handful, was cinched, and the skirt below flared out, unable to conceal her long, supple legs. Her face was as alluring as poison. Her eyebrows were sharply arched, the corners of her eyes tinged with vermilion. Her pupils were deep brown amber, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. Her gaze was soft and sticky, like honey-drenched spider silk, waiting for prey to stumble into the web. This person was none other than Su Jiangwu, the sister of the Demon Sect's Saintess. On this ancient continent, there were currently three nations and seven supreme sects. The Demon Sect ranked third, the foremost among all wicked arts. Logically, this woman, as the sister of the Demon Sect's Saintess, should not be in the hands of another in such a manner, like mere chattel. Yet, the reality was so, making it utterly baffling. The figure in black carried Su Jiangwu towards the mountaintop, leaving a trail of seductive moans in their wake. After an unknown amount of time, they finally reached the summit. Before them stood a dark, ancient castle. The castle resembled a piece of black iron, chiseled from the earth's core by a thunder god's hammer, firmly embedded in the steep cliff face, exuding a cold, heavy light. Their heights were nearly identical, their delicate bodies bound tightly by layers of chains, fixing them in place, unable to move. The black chains looked ferocious and terrifying, intertwining and coiling around their tender forms, adding a touch of fragile loveliness to them. Their nether regions were stuffed with constantly vibrating small toys, the "buzzing" sound the man in black had heard earlier emanating from them. Their cherry-like mouths were gagged with balls, bits, or tape, and their silk stockings stuffed in, allowing only muffled moans. Twenty-four pairs of slender, fair legs were also chained, secured to iron hooks fixed in the ground. The beauties' legs swayed with their struggles, their white flesh quivering, igniting lust. They were all beauties captured by the castle's master, used as "lamp stands" in his castle's corridors. Twenty-four delicate mouths emitted moans of varying tones, but all equally weak and helpless, forming a beautiful and moving symphony. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!! Nnngh?! Mmmph..." Even though the man in black had witnessed his share of grand spectacles, he was still stunned by this scene. Su Jiangwu, whom he carried in his hand, seemed to just realize what kind of place she was being taken to and began to struggle desperately. This struggle, however, tugged at the ropes around her tender nether regions, causing her entire body to tremble uncontrollably and let out an unintelligible wail. "Mmmph!!!" The man in black managed to steady himself, and ignoring the struggles of the beauty in his grasp, continued forward. As he walked, the frequency of the small toys inside the twenty-four beauties' nether regions actually increased again, stimulating them to cry out repeatedly. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph... Nnngh! Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!" The further he walked, the more alarmed the man in black became. Among these twenty-four beauties were several famous women he recognized. The scion of a noble family from the capital, the daughter of the Wang family, possessed extraordinary conversation, elegant demeanor, and was proficient in singing, dancing, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She was the kind of woman every distinguished gentleman in the capital wished to marry. The talented scholar from the academy was the most beautiful woman in Shengjing Academy, with a gentle temperament and a perpetual smile. At a gathering of literati, she composed a peerless poem that made her famous throughout the land. The courtesan from the Imperial Music Bureau possessed a voice of astonishing beauty, adored by countless people. How many men longed to spend a fortune for just one night with her. And most remarkable of all was the concubine, who had been conferred the title of Fragrant Consort. She possessed a unique fragrance and was favored by the ruler of one of the three great kingdoms during the selection of concubines. He always brought her along during his travels for amusement, and even commoners had witnessed this, showing the ruler's affection for her. The man in black couldn't help but wonder what kind of person could capture so many beauties, only to use them as lamp stands for illumination. Just as the man in black, carrying the moaning Su Jiangwu, arrived before a door at the end of the corridor, a series of long, drawn-out gasps suddenly came from behind him. "Mmmph... Nnngh!!! Nnnngh—!" He turned to look, and saw that all twenty-four beauties had simultaneously climaxed!!! It turned out that the beauties had been imprisoned here long before the man in black arrived, enduring torture from the toys in their nether regions. As the man in black reached the end of the corridor, the vibrating frequency of the devices in their nether regions, already fast, had accelerated even further. Under the prolonged stimulation, they could no longer endure and climaxed! The youth pushed open The first Ling Sect woman commanded her spirit monkey to help fend off the vines. The monkey leaped from its bamboo cage, darting between branches, tearing at the approaching vines with its claws and teeth. Its claws were sharp, ripping through the outer layer of the vines with a single swipe, exposing the white fibers within. Its teeth were pointed, leaving a jagged gap in the vines with each bite, from which a milky sap flowed. But the vines were too numerous. The monkey was ensnared by a vine hanging from above, its ankle caught, leaving it dangling upside down, squeaking and flailing its limbs in the air. The first Ling Sect woman tried to rescue the monkey, but she too was caught by a vine around her ankle and fell to the ground. The vines surged forward, entangling her hands, legs, and waist. Three coils of vine wrapped around her ankle, leaving red marks on her slender limb. Five coils encircled her legs: the first at the fullest part of her thigh, the second mid-thigh, the third above her knee, the fourth below her knee, and the fifth around her calf. Her legs were drawn together and straightened, forming a single line from thigh to toe, accentuating the firmness of her thighs and the slenderness of her calves, revealing the lines of her muscles. Three coils wound around her waist, tightening her slender, strong midsection, creating a distinct inward curve when viewed from the side. Two coils wrapped around her chest: the first passing beneath the curve of her breasts, the second over the top, both cinching her firm breasts into two distinct arcs. Her jade-green tunic was pulled taut, creating two firm mounds. Four coils bound her arms behind her back, pulling her shoulders back and forcing her chest forward involuntarily. She was dragged into the undergrowth, her jade-green tunic torn by branches, revealing the white inner garment and her smooth calves. Her mouth was not bound. She did not scream, but only called out the monkey's name, "Xiao Ling! Xiao Ling!" Her voice grew fainter and weaker, eventually dissolving into muffled sobs. The second Ling Sect woman attempted to escape using her Qinggong. Her Qinggong was superior to the first woman's, allowing her to weave through the vines like a swallow, her movements as agile as flight. She leaped from a root onto a branch, then from that branch to a higher one, clearing seven or eight branches in succession and evading over a dozen attacks. But the vines were too dense, and her landing spots became fewer. Each branch was entwined with vines, and the soles of her boots stuck the moment they touched down, forcing her to leap immediately, daring not to linger. Finally, she had nowhere to land—all the branches were covered in vines, all the tree trunks were entwined, and all the rocks were enveloped. With nowhere to land, her body began to fall. As she descended, a vine hanging from above ensnared her ankle, leaving her dangling upside down, head below, feet above. Three coils of vine wrapped around her ankle, leaving red marks on her slender limb. Her jade-green tunic hung down, revealing her white inner trousers, which were creased by the vines, exposing her slender calves. Her hands were bound behind her back by vines, five coils wrapped around her wrists, securing her slender arms behind her, leaving red marks on her wrists. Two coils wound around her waist, tightening her slender midsection, creating a visible indentation from the side. One coil wrapped around her chest, passing beneath the curve of her breasts, cinching them into an arc. Her jade-green tunic was pulled taut, creating a firm mound. She dangled in mid-air, head down, her long hair falling, almost touching the ground. Her face was flushed from the blood rushing to her head, her eyes closed, her lips pressed into a thin line, emitting no sound. The two Saint Sect women were powerful in their magic, but the sheer number of vines far exceeded the scope of their spells. The first Saint Sect woman repelled the approaching vines with divine light. Golden radiance shot from her palms like a golden sword, striking the vines, which hissed, their surfaces rapidly charring, curling, withering, and falling away. She unleashed seven or eight beams of divine light in succession, incinerating over a dozen vines that came near her. But she could only protect herself, not others. The range of her divine light was too small—only covering a three-foot radius around her body, while vines surged from all directions, numbering in the thousands. A vine attacked from behind, ensnaring her prayer beads and tearing them from her grasp. The one hundred and eight sandalwood beads scattered across the ground, tinkling as they bounced off stones and fallen leaves, rolling everywhere. Her focus wavered, her divine light weakened, the golden radiance dimming like a flickering candle flame. The vines seized the opportunity, entangling her wrists, waist, and neck. Four coils wrapped around her wrists, binding her full, soft arms behind her, leaving red marks on her wrists. Four coils wound around her waist, tightening her voluptuous midsection, creating a distinct inward curve from the side, further accentuating the fullness of her breasts and the roundness of her hips. Three coils wrapped around her chest: the first passing beneath the curve of her breasts, lifting them upwards; the second circling the middle, drawing them together; the third passing over the top, pressing them down. The three coils worked in concert, forcing her full, soft breasts high and firm, her grey monastic robe stretched taut, the fabric in front almost splitting, the cleavage as deep as a canyon, extending from her neckline to below her chest. Six coils encircled her legs: the first at the fullest part of her thigh, the second mid-thigh, the third above her knee, the fourth below her knee, the fifth around her calf, and the sixth above her ankle. Her legs were drawn together and straightened, forming a single line from thigh to toe, accentuating the plumpness of her thighs, the roundness of her calves, and the fullness of her ankles. She was lifted from the ground, suspended in mid-air, her grey monastic robe wrinkled by the vines, revealing the white inner garment and her voluptuous curves. Her mouth was not bound. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, murmuring "Amitabha," her voice soft and faint, tinged with helplessness. The second Saint Sect woman attempted to use talismans. She drew a yellow paper talisman from her sleeve, inscribed with intricate characters in cinnabar, which shimmered with a dark red light in the sunlight. She bit her tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the talisman. The blood seeped into the cinnabar inscriptions, and the characters immediately lit up, emitting a golden glow. She pressed the talisman against the vines in front of her. The talisman ignited, its flames golden, burning a fist-sized hole in the vines. She squeezed through the opening, but more vines surged forward, sealing it. A vine wrapped around her whisk, coiling twice around its threads, tearing it from her grasp. Another vine ensnared her right wrist, a third her left, binding her hands in front of her. A fourth vine coiled around her right ankle, a fifth around her left, tying her feet together. Five coils wrapped around her wrists, binding her soft arms in front of her, leaving red marks on her wrists. Four coils wrapped around her ankles, leaving red marks on her plump ankles. Four coils wound around her waist, tightening her voluptuous midsection, creating a distinct inward curve from the side. Three coils wrapped around her chest: the first passing beneath the curve of her breasts, lifting them upwards; the second circling the middle, drawing them together; the third passing over the top, pressing them down. The three coils worked in concert, forcing her full breasts high and firm, her grey monastic robe stretched taut, the fabric in front almost splitting, the cleavage as deep as a canyon. Six coils encircled her legs: the first at the fullest part of her thigh, the second mid-thigh, the third above her knee, the fourth below her knee, the fifth around her calf, and the sixth above her ankle. Her legs were drawn together and straightened, forming a single line from thigh to toe, accentuating the plumpness of her thighs and the roundness of her calves. She was lifted from the ground, suspended in mid-air, her grey monastic robe wrinkled by the vines, revealing the white inner garment. Her talismans were used up, her whisk lost. She hung in mid-air, her lips moving, silently chanting scriptures. "Japanese reverse bondage," the young man stated. The men in black began their work. One man pulled Chu Lingxi's hands behind her back, wrists together, palms facing outward. Her fingers still trembled slightly, fingertips pale, fingernails retaining a faint blush of rouge. Another picked up the golden Immortal Binding Rope and began the first loop around her wrists, the rope pressing against her skin. Golden runes flared to life upon contact, like a golden serpent coiling around her wrist bones. The rope was wound tightly, each pass digging into her skin, leaving a red mark. The second, third, fourth, and fifth loops followed, each snug against the last, binding her wrists together in a dense embrace. After five loops, the end of the rope was threaded through the gaps between the coils and pulled taut, forming a secure knot. Her wrists were fixed, unable to separate or rotate. A length of about a foot of rope remained, dangling below her wrists. Then, the rope was pulled upward from her wrists, tracing the outside of her forearm, and looped around her elbow. The elbow joint, one of the body's most crucial, once immobilized, rendered the entire arm incapable of bending. The man in black wrapped the rope twice around her elbow, pulling it tight, binding her forearm and upper arm together. The rope dug into her skin, creating a deep indentation on the inner side of her elbow. Her arm was now immobile, fixed at the angle it was bound. The rope continued upward, encircling her shoulders. At the shoulder blades, the man in black made a loop, then threaded the rope under her armpits, crossing it in front of her chest. The crossing point lay precisely between her breasts, the rope parting them to the sides while simultaneously drawing them together, creating a deep cleavage. The rope then returned behind her back, tied in a knot, and ascended again to loop loosely around her neck – not to choke, but to gently secure her head, preventing any side-to-side movement. Her head was held in a slightly tilted-back position, facing the center of the stone platform, her chin raised, elongating the curve of her neck. Her arms were bound tightly behind her, her shoulders pulled back, forcing her chest forward. Her inner garment, strained by the rope, bunched and wrinkled, its neckline slipping off her shoulders, exposing more than half of her bosom. The rope had carved two deep impressions into her chest: one along the lower curve of her breasts, lifting them upwards; another across the middle, drawing them inward. Under the rope's constraint, her breasts became two full hemispheres, their tips pressing against the thin fabric of her inner garment, forming two distinct peaks. The material was stretched taut, revealing the faint outline of her areolas – a pale pink, like peach blossoms in early spring. Her legs were bound together, starting from the upper thighs. The men in black brought her legs together, knees touching, ankles aligned. The first loop was made around the fullest part of her thighs, three passes, pulled tight. The rope dug into her flesh, squeezing the plump muscles to either side, creating two bulging arcs. The second loop was above her knees, two passes, pulled tight. Her knees were fixed, unable to bend. The third loop was below her knees, two passes, pulled tight. The fourth loop was around her calves, two passes, pulled tight. The calves, the softest part, were compressed by the rope, the muscles pushed outward, forming an indentation. The fifth loop was above her ankles, three passes, pulled tight. Her feet were bound together, the rope around her ankles digging into her skin, leaving red marks. Her toes curled on her bare feet, her toenails still bearing a faint trace of rouge. A red gag was placed in her mouth. The ball was made of silicone, about an inch and a half in diameter, smooth on the surface, with four small holes. A man in black pinched her chin, forcing her mouth open, revealing her teeth. The ball was pushed in, her lips forced into a stretched circle around its edge, her tongue pinned beneath it, immobile. A black strap extended from both ends of the ball, wrapped around her cheeks, and tied securely at the back of her head. The strap dug into the corners of her mouth, turning her lips pale. Saliva immediately began to seep from the small holes of the ball, trickling down her chin, onto her collarbones, onto her chest, and onto the stone platform. She felt the tickle of saliva flowing over her skin, but her bound hands could not reach to wipe it away. Chu Lingxi was fully bound. She knelt on the stone platform, her calves pressed to the ground, her thighs at a ninety-degree angle to her calves. Her arms were bound behind her, her chest thrust forward, her head tilted back, facing the center of the platform. The red gag stretched her mouth into an O-shape, saliva flowing incessantly. Her eyes were half-open, her pupils reflecting the flickering runes on the platform, the back of the young man, and the other bound sisters. Tears slid silently from the corners of her eyes, dripping onto the stone, mingling with her saliva. Shen Nishang was positioned to Chu Lingxi's right, iron ring number two. She also knelt, but in a different posture. The young man tapped her shoulder with his staff. "Rear-facing Guanyin." The men in black bound her hands behind her back, but not simply together; their wrists were crossed – her left wrist over her right, forming an X-shape. The Immortal Binding Rope was wrapped six times at the intersection, two more passes than Chu Lingxi, securing both wrists firmly. Then, the rope was pulled upward, encircling her neck, tied in a tight knot at the nape. Her arms were lifted, her elbows nearly touching the back of her head, her shoulders pulled back to their limit. A faint creak emanated from her shoulder joints, as if stretched to their breaking point. Her chest was pushed forward, even more so than Chu Lingxi's, the neckline of her inner garment stretched almost to tearing, revealing the white bandeau beneath. The bandeau, made of thin cotton, was deeply creased by the rope, the outline of her breasts visible beneath. The rope continued upward from her neck, over the crown of her head, tied in a loose knot on her forehead – not tight, but resting lightly, like a golden headband. Then, the rope descended, passing behind her ears, crossing at her jawline, and pulled taut. Her chin was lifted, her mouth forced slightly open, revealing her teeth. Her teeth were clenched, a tiny gap between her upper and lower teeth revealing dark red gums. The rope stretched her lips to the sides, the skin at the corners of her mouth pulled pale. Her legs were bound apart to two iron rings on the stone platform. Her left leg was pulled to the left, her right leg to the right, forming a V-shape with an angle of approximately ninety degrees. The rope began to coil from her ankles – her left ankle bound to the left ring, her right ankle to the right ring. The rope was wrapped four times around each ankle, tied in a secure knot. Then, the rope ascended, looping twice around each knee, fixing her knees to the platform, unable to bend. Her legs were spread wide, the skin on the inner thighs stretched taut, revealing blue veins. The hem of her inner garment was pulled up to her waist, exposing her upper thighs and white undergarments. A black gag was placed in her mouth. The ball was larger than Chu Lingxi's, about two inches in diameter, smooth on the surface, with no holes. The ball stretched her mouth to its limit, her lips forming a perfect circle around its edge. A black strap extended from both ends of the ball, wrapped around her cheeks, and tied securely at the back of her head. The strap dug into her skin, leaving two deep indentations on her cheeks. Saliva could not escape from the ball and accumulated in her mouth, seeping from the corners of her lips, dripping onto her collarbones. Shen Nishang was fully bound. She knelt, but with her legs spread apart, her arms bound behind her and lifted upward, her chest thrust forward, her head tilted back, facing the ceiling. Her body, under the rope's constraint, formed an exaggerated S-curve – her chest pushed forward, her waist bent backward, her hips slightly raised. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, tears seeping from the corners of her eyes, clinging to her lashes like morning dew. A muffled "mm-mm" sound escaped her mouth, a low, rumbling noise, squeezed from the depths of her throat, echoing within her chest. The bodies jolted in unison. Not a jolt from the ropes, but a tremor that erupted from their deepest core, an uncontrollable vibration as if something had pierced them. Their mouths parted simultaneously, emitting muffled "mmms" that intertwined in the air above the stone platform, like a sudden symphony. "Ugh! Mmm... mmm~~ mmm-mmm!!" "Mmm-mmm-mmm! Mmm... mmm-mmm!!!" Chu Lingxi knelt on the eastern side of the stone platform, her arms bound behind her in a Japanese style. Her body arched violently, her chest thrusting forward, her nipples forming two distinct peaks beneath the crimson gauze. A red gag filled her mouth, saliva seeping through its small holes like a squeezed water bladder. Her waist writhed intensely within the ropes' embrace, her hips jutting backward. A warm liquid welled from between her thighs, soaking her underskirt and dripping onto the stone. Shen Nishang was bound in a "behind-the-back-Buddha" pose, her legs spread in a V. Her body lurched backward, her head striking the wooden frame behind her with a dull thud. A black gag filled her mouth, saliva overflowing from the corners, trickling down her chin, across her neck, over her collarbones, and into her bandeau. Her body trembled violently under the ropes' tension, her chest pushed high, her cleavage a deep canyon. Liquid poured from between her thighs, not in drops, but in torrents, like a breached dam. Su Yingxue was bound with her hands tied above her head, her body leaning forward. She lunged forward, but the ropes held her fast, suspending her in mid-air like a butterfly pinned to a wall. A white cloth gag filled her mouth, now semi-transparent from saturation, revealing the outline of her teeth. Her body convulsed, every muscle from her toes to her head contracting uncontrollably. Liquid streamed from between her thighs, flowing down her legs, over her knees, her calves, and dripping onto the stone. Bai Zhi was suspended, her hands tied above her head, her body hanging in the air. Her body arched upward like a fish pulled from the water. A pink gag filled her mouth, saliva spraying from its small holes, dotting her chest and inner garment, creating dark, spreading patches. Her legs kicked wildly in the air, but the ropes held her fast, her struggles futile. Liquid welled from between her thighs, flowing down her legs, dripping onto the stone with faint, sticky sounds. Luo Qing Tang was bound by one foot, her left foot hoisted, her right foot on the ground. Her body tilted forward sharply, losing balance, but the ropes caught her, preventing a fall. A black silk stocking filled her mouth, now a deep black from saturation, clinging to her lips. Her body trembled, every inch from her toes to her head quaking. Liquid streamed from between her thighs, flowing down her legs, over her knees, her calves, and dripping onto the stone. The thirty-three new women all reacted identically. Liquid surged from their vulvas simultaneously, not ordinary secretions, but the blood of virgins mixed with their arousal—for these thirty-three disciples, like Shangguan Lin'an, were all virgins. Their hymens were simultaneously torn in resonance with the runes, not a physical tearing, but the formation synchronizing Xu Zicai's penetration to the deepest core of each woman's body. They felt that sensation of being stretched, of being filled, of being ripped apart. Their screams, moans, cries, and gasps intertwined, echoing in the underground chamber. "Ugh! Mmm... mmm~~ mmm-mmm!!" "Mmm-mmm-mmm! Mmm... mmm-mmm!!!" "Ugh! Mmm... mmm~ mmm-mmm!! Hnnng~" "Mmm-mmm-mmm! Mmm... mmm~~ mmm!!!" Xu Zicai began to thrust. His movements were not fast, but deep, each thrust reaching the very bottom before slowly withdrawing, leaving only the tip inside, then plunging in again. With each insertion, Shangguan Lin'an's body would arch violently, her mouth opening in a short, sharp "Ah—". With each withdrawal, her body would go limp, her mouth opening in a long, hoarse "Err—". Her body was repeatedly tensed and relaxed between thrust and withdrawal, like a balloon being constantly inflated and deflated. Her vulva no longer bled, but instead produced a copious amount of clear, viscous fluid. This fluid was churned by Xu Zicai's thrusts, emitting faint, sticky sounds like mud being stirred. The liquid flowed down her thighs, dripping onto the stone, pooling in the grooves of the runes, absorbed by them and transforming into golden light. Her body became scorching hot under the continuous, accelerating stimulation, her skin flushing a rosy hue that spread from her cheeks to her neck, from her neck to her chest, from her chest to her waist, from her waist to her thighs. Her consciousness blurred under the stimulation. She no longer knew where she was, who she was, or why she was there. She only knew that thing was entering and exiting her body, each movement making her want to scream, to cry, to die. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with saliva and sweat, dripping onto the stone. Muffled groans, like those of a wounded beast, escaped her mouth. Simultaneously, the reactions of the ninety-nine women changed in sync with Xu Zicai's thrusts. With each insertion, their bodies would arch in unison, their mouths opening in muffled "mmms"; with each withdrawal, their bodies would go limp, their mouths opening in muffled "errs". The ninety-nine bodies arched and went limp on the stone platform, like a hundred strings played by the same hand, producing the same melody. Chu Lingxi's chest heaved violently under the ropes, her nipples forming distinct peaks beneath the crimson gauze, the fabric soaked with saliva and turned a deep red. Her body writhed in the Japanese binding, her waist snaking, her hips grinding like a millstone. The liquid from between her thighs had already pooled into a small puddle, shimmering on the stone.