The Six Goddesses' Travels

Bandit A was driving, his hand gripping the steering wheel, while the other clutched a sky-blue vibrator remote. With each gear shift, he’d cycle through the vibrator’s settings, clearly enjoying himself. The toy itself rested on the passenger seat beside him – the goddess Kali, clad in a black dress and stockings. Like Merlyn, her eyes and mouth were completely sealed with black tape, rendering her mute and blind. Her hands were bound behind her back, not just at the wrists and forearms, but her entire arms were secured to her torso with five or six loops of tape. Kali’s black-stockinged legs were also tightly bound together with tape, from the top of her thighs all the way down to her ankles, consuming an entire roll of black tape just for her. Restrained by layers of tape, Kali was strapped into the passenger seat, the sky-blue remote vibrator tucked inside her stockings, ready for the driver’s amusement. My gaze shifted from the front to the middle row. Bandit B patrolled the aisle with a shotgun, with Pris and me seated on either side of him. Merlyn knelt at his feet. Her mouth and eyes were still taped shut, her hands bound behind her back. Now, a rope had been added to her black-stockinged ankles, binding her feet together and leading up into her blue dress. Inside Merlyn’s dress, a crotch rope had already been fastened by the bandits, digging deeply into her stockings, with two large knots precisely positioned at her clit. The rope from her ankles connected to this crotch rope, forcing Merlyn to remain kneeling in the aisle, any leg movement pulling on the rope that controlled her intimate parts. To my left, Pris had only the silver tape on her face and the hemp rope binding her, with no other additions from the bandits. However, the front of her white dress had been lifted and secured by rope, exposing her pantyhose-clad crotch, where a pink vibrator was inserted. The control box was also tucked into the top of her stockings, the dial already turned to its maximum setting. Pris writhed and moaned throughout the journey, though only a small patch of her flesh-toned pantyhose appeared to be wet. The shotgun-wielding bandit occasionally fondled Pris’s breasts with his free hand, startling her. He also kicked Merlyn, who was kneeling on the floor. Merlyn’s body naturally shifted to maintain balance, which in turn tugged on the crotch rope beneath her blue dress, eliciting a series of muffled groans from her. I, too, was within easy reach of the armed bandit. Like Merlyn, I had initially attempted to negotiate with the bandits, but our talks quickly broke down. Now, I wore a red mesh gag, my mouth filling with saliva. The bandit reached into my mouth, gently pushing down my lower lip, and my saliva trickled down my chin, onto the chest of my pale yellow dress. “Still running your mouth, missy?” the bandit said, wiping his saliva-covered finger on my dress hem. “Mmph mmph!” I shook my head vigorously, the gag muffling my voice. Besides the gag, my hands were bound behind my back with hemp rope, and my [private parts] were, like Merlyn’s, secured with a similar crotch rope. Two knots pressed against my intimate area through the pantyhose, causing me immense discomfort. Unlike Merlyn, my crotch rope was tied externally to my dress, creating deep wrinkles. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Similar to how Merlyn’s ankle rope was connected to her crotch rope, a short rope connected my wrist rope to my [private parts] crotch rope. The result was that any movement of my hands would cause the crotch rope to rub against my inner thighs through the stockings. During this time, I could only sit on my seat, afraid to struggle or move, as it would only exhaust me and cause unwanted friction. From the middle row backward was the rear bench seat and the cargo area of the van, filled with our luggage, various restraint devices, and Lena’s peculiar inventions. In fact, aside from the black tape the bandits brought, all the restraints used on us were from our own van. On the rear bench seat, Bandit C sat in the middle, with Ruri and Lena on either side. Both had their dresses partially pulled up, exposing their small breasts. The bandit held two “breast brushes,” one in each hand, working on Ruri and Lena’s [private parts] simultaneously. Both white-stockinged goddesses blushed furiously, with nowhere to escape. They were both tied in a bent-over position on the seats, their legs crossed and bound at the ankles. Ropes were looped around their necks, connected to the ropes on their feet, forcing them into a deep bow. “Mmmph!” “Mmmph!” Ruri and Lena’s mouths were covered with black and silver tape, respectively. They moaned and writhed under the assault of the breast brushes, unable to escape the bandit’s grasp. Ruri was relatively fortunate, but Lena, like me and Merlyn, had a crotch rope cinched around her. Any struggle directly caused the rope to rub against her white-stockinged crotch. I had to admit, these bandits were skilled with their crotch ropes; they were tight, and the knots were precisely positioned at the clit, offering a fleeting pleasure that left one wanting more but unable to act. The bandit’s movements quickened, the two breast brushes dancing over the small [private parts], causing the white-stockinged goddesses to arch back and writhe. Lena’s own strange invention was ultimately used on herself. The van sped down the highway, occasionally passing other cars. However, seeking help was a pipe dream. All six of us goddesses had our mouths gagged, and three of us couldn’t even see. Unless someone happened upon us, we had no hope of external rescue. Time ticked by, and we had no idea where the bandits were taking us. But I knew one thing: escaping within the van was our best chance. Once we reached their destination, our restraints and supervision would undoubtedly become even more stringent. Our objective was clear: we had to save ourselves in the van! Calming myself, I began to strategize. My first thought was to free Kali. If a goddess with combat capabilities broke free, it would be like beating the game. But this wouldn’t be easy. Kali was completely encased in black tape, gagged and blindfolded, and weakened by the vibrator. She couldn’t possibly assess her situation accurately, nor could she remain as calm and analytical as I was. This meant she would need help to escape. The two white-stockinged goddesses in the back row were of little help. Not only were they constantly watched by a bandit, but the distance between us was also a significant barrier. As for Pris, in her white dress and flesh-toned stockings, I doubted she could do much. Besides Kali, she was the most securely bound, and she was also strapped in. By the time she managed to free herself, Kali would have already broken free. Therefore, only Merlyn and I were potentially useful. As I pondered this, I suddenly heard a series of soft thuds coming from the back of the front seat. The sound was faint, barely audible from my position. I realized the rhythm and, after a moment of thought, understood – it was Kali, tapping the seatback with her bound hands, sending me a Morse code message! After several minutes of careful deciphering, I finally understood: there was a razor blade hidden under my seat, and she wanted me to get it to her. Kali had a hidden card up her sleeve! I subtly observed and indeed found an unusual bulge under the passenger seat. The razor blade was hidden in a compartment there. The problem now was how to retrieve it and pass it to Kali. I tried to inch the razor blade out with my high heel when Bandit B wasn’t looking. If I could get the blade to land on my shoe, I might be able to kick it over to the passenger seat. Fortunately, I was the only one whose legs weren’t bound – perhaps fate was on my side. But this had to be done without the bandits noticing; if caught, it would be game over. I closely watched Bandit B’s movements. He was clearly more interested in Pris’s ample breasts and was intently fondling her nipples. He had also removed the vibrator from her crotch and inserted it into her left breast. Pris, gagged and blindfolded, was utterly confused, only managing to wiggle her chest and moan incoherently. Merlyn, though relatively calm in the aisle, was also gagged and blindfolded, unable to grasp the real-time situation. This was my chance. I carefully lifted my foot, stretching the instep of my flesh-stockinged leg and my yellow high heel, continuing to inch the razor blade out from the crevice. More than half of the blade was out, poised to fall at any moment. Although lifting my foot strained the rope around my [private parts], if the blade didn’t land on my shoe, all my efforts would be in vain. I had to endure the friction from the crotch rope and complete the final task. Fortunately, Bandit B remained oblivious. While he was no longer playing with Pris, Merlyn knelt in the aisle, conveniently blocking the view of my raised leg. The razor blade was almost out, precariously balanced, ready to fall at any second. My foot was stretched taut, the strap of my high heel digging into the stocking around my ankle, causing wrinkles. At the same time, the knot of the rope around my [private parts] was deeply embedded in my clit, sending a wave of tingling sensation throughout my body. Just then, Bandit B seemed to stir. He kicked Merlyn twice in the aisle. “Move it! I’m coming through!” he growled, then forcefully squeezed past her. Uh oh, he’s coming my way! In my panic, I flicked my foot, and by sheer chance, the razor blade dislodged and landed perfectly on my instep. I had to get the blade to Kali before Bandit B noticed! I thought, preparing to kick the blade over, when another unexpected event occurred – the van jolted, and the blade, slick on my stockinged foot, slipped off! Damn it! The blade slid down and landed next to my other foot. The afternoon sun blinded my eyes, and the sounds of creaking ropes, rustling stockings, and the thudding of high heels on brick filled my ears. It had been about an hour and a half since the Kali rampage incident. The four of us goddesses were placed in an open area within the mountain stronghold by the bandits. We stood beneath a massive crossbeam from which four ropes hung, each forming a noose around our necks. In other words, the four of us were currently in a state of suspension by rope. With nooses around our necks and our hands still bound behind us in handcuffs, we stood on stacks of 4-5 bricks. All four of us were trembling, our silk-clad legs stretched out straight to maintain a precarious balance. A single misstep, a slip of the high heels, and the consequences would be unimaginable. We stood in a line beneath the crossbeam. From left to right were Kali, then Pulis, then myself, and finally Liuli on my right. We remained silent, standing perfectly straight. Having learned from Kali's legwork, the bandits had extra restraints on her legs. Ropes tightly bound her ankles over her black thigh-high boots, rendering her helpless to move her legs while standing on the bricks. Meanwhile, the light blue vibrator in Kali's pantyhose had been set to a random frequency by the bandits, and with new batteries, it looked like it would torment her for some time. Even so, Kali restlessly twisted her body, her hands behind her attempting to break free from the handcuffs, causing them to clatter. To Kali's right was Pulis. Having been dragged into this, Pulis still had an innocent look on her face, shaking her head as she tested the noose around her neck. However, the rope was tightly secured around the slender neck of the white-dressed, silk-clad goddess, showing no signs of loosening. The yellow vibrator in Pulis's skirt seemed to have run out of power, its vibrations barely audible. Her silk-clad legs, clad in white strappy heels, were firmly planted on the bricks, occasionally emitting the sound of stockings rubbing together. To Pulis's right was me. Like them, I stood perfectly straight, hands cuffed behind my back, a noose around my neck. There was nothing I could do but stand obediently on the bricks. About half an hour ago, I couldn't resist the stimulation of my vibrator and had orgasmed. My silk-clad crotch was now damp, but thankfully, my vibrator was also running low on battery, its [REDACTED] vibrations significantly weakened. My legs were numb and aching, but to avoid being strangled by the noose, I had no choice but to keep my high heels firmly planted on the bricks. "Liuli, I have a question. What happens if we accidentally slip?" I asked Liuli to my right, struggling to maintain my balance. "Goddesses are immortal..." The red-dressed, white-stockinged goddess was also forced to stand on the bricks, her white-stockinged legs taut, the stockings around her ankles deeply creased by the red high heel straps. "I know we won't die, but what exactly will happen? It must be very uncomfortable to have a noose around your neck, right?" "For ordinary people, their necks would likely break and they would die... But goddesses possess extremely high regenerative abilities. Although it hasn't been tested, theoretically, a goddess's neck wouldn't break. Instead, the noose would become firmly lodged, and eventually, one would pass out from [REDACTED]." Liuli explained with a serious expression. "So, a simulated death?" "You could see it that way. Consciousness lost, breathing stopped, only the heartbeat remains. If not examined closely, it could easily be mistaken for death." Hearing Liuli's explanation sent a chill down my spine. If I slipped, an endless [REDACTED] PLAY awaited us. I couldn't help but lower my head to check my footing. My yellow-strapped high heels were firmly planted on the brick surface, and for now, there was no danger of slipping. The other three were naturally terrified, fearing that a single misstep would lead to irreversible consequences. There was still another problem: we had no idea how long the bandits intended to keep us here. Since our hands were cuffed rather than tied, there was virtually no possibility of freeing ourselves. Pulis had tried earlier, and no matter how she shook her head, she couldn't get the noose off her neck. This meant that with our hands restrained, we could only accept the fact of being left in this endless suspension, unless someone came to rescue us. Faced with a predicament that even our divine status couldn't alter, the four of us could only wait. But the bandits were nowhere to be seen. Gradually, the sun began to set, and darkness was approaching. I estimated we had been left for 4-5 hours by now. Everyone's stamina was at its limit. Including Kali, all of us stopped struggling and stood quietly, resting. The only sounds were the occasional rustle of stockings, but that was due to fatigue, requiring frequent shifts in weight. Goddesses didn't need to eat, and their stamina would naturally recover, but even so, they couldn't endure prolonged standing and suspension requiring such intense concentration. The four of us were like wilted eggplants, standing there blankly. I even suspected the bandits had forgotten about us. Otherwise, after such a long time, someone should have come with food and drink. The sky was completely dark, and lights flickered on around us, faintly illuminating the area where we stood. Now, a new problem arose: the need to relieve ourselves. While goddesses didn't need to defecate, they still needed to urinate. It had been a full day since I was abducted in the car last night, and the others were likely in the same situation. Firstly, the bandits hadn't allowed us to use the toilet, and there were no such facilities in the dungeon. Most of the day, we had been restrained, with virtually no opportunity to relieve ourselves. I had felt a slight urge to urinate since waking up this morning, and now that urge had become an unstoppable snowball. My lower abdomen was bulging and distended, the intense urge to urinate assaulting my nerves. "Mmm, I really need to... pee," Pulis murmured beside me, her words echoing our unspoken thoughts. The four of us blushed and rubbed our differently colored silk-clad legs. Although our respective [REDACTED] vibrators had long since died, we were still experiencing stimulation from another source. "At this point, there's no need to be shy," Kali said. As soon as she spoke, a sound of flowing water came from her black dress. However, it was dark, and Kali was dressed in black, so there seemed to be no significant visual change. Pulis followed suit. With a blush, a stream of water flowed from beneath her white dress, down her silk-clad legs, all the way to her high heels and the bricks below. The process lasted for nearly a minute. After finishing, Kali and Pulis looked visibly relieved, their faces showing expressions of bliss. Seeing them, I couldn't help but feel tempted. I didn't know when this suspension PLAY would end, and I'd have to urinate sooner or later anyway. With that thought, I gradually relaxed my [REDACTED], spreading my legs as wide as possible, waiting for my full [REDACTED] to flow out. It turned out that wearing underwear and pantyhose still presented a psychological barrier, and it wasn't as easy as I had imagined. After about half a minute, only a small amount of [REDACTED] slowly emerged from my [REDACTED], slightly dampening the already dry silk crotch. Then, I continued to relax my [REDACTED], trying to give myself no psychological burden. At this point, my crotch finally broke free, and the long-accumulated [REDACTED] poured out from my pantyhose in a continuous stream. A feeling of immense relief washed over my entire body. I completely relaxed my previously tense body, letting the warm urine flow down the inner sides of my legs and into my high heels. More liquid splashed out, landing on the bricks and the ground beneath my feet. Despite my stockings and high heels being thoroughly soaked, my [REDACTED] was completely relieved. I closed my eyes, savoring the sense of release that came from emptying the [REDACTED] that had accumulated all day. "Jiang Tang, be careful!" At that moment, Pulis suddenly shouted from beside me. Before I could react, I felt my foot slip, and my left foot landed in empty space! "Mmm—" The kidnapper waved a hand, and Misha, understanding, raised her hands, crossing them behind her head, bending her knees and kneeling on the ground. Carly beside her also raised her hands like Misha, kneeling in place. If holding one's head and kneeling was the self-discipline of a hostage, then it was time for the inevitable binding. The kidnapper took out two white napkins from the train and instructed Misha and Carly to each take one in their mouths, adding the usual threat, "Drop it and I'll kill you." The napkins were just an appetizer; the real "tight binding package" for Misha and Carly was about to begin. Their hands were twisted behind their backs, wrists crossed and bound with thin steel wire. All eight fingers, except for the thumbs, were bent and also secured with wire. Then, the kidnapper produced two pairs of metal nipple clamps. They pinched Misha and Carly's breasts, skillfully flicking their [REDACTED] with their fingers. The moment their four cherry-like nipples stiffened helplessly, the kidnapper clamped them on through their clothes. Blushing, they bit down on the napkins in their mouths, trying their best not to groan. Even when the kidnapper tugged on the chains of the nipple clamps, Misha and Carly remained demure and silent. But it was fine; the kidnapper had more tricks for these super-capable agent-level girls. The kidnapper lifted their skirts and then used a frame to secure the hem of the skirts and the chains of the nipple clamps together. This not only added weight to their [REDACTED] but also increased their shame with the exposed pantyhose crotch. Next, the kidnapper secured their knees with knee cuffs. Since they needed to move them later, their feet were not restrained for the moment. The napkins in their mouths were no longer needed. The kidnapper replaced them with two large, red, solid gag balls. These gag balls were even horse-bit style, with a strap on top that went over their heads and buckled behind their necks, making it impossible for Misha and Carly to spit out the gag balls. At this point, the kidnapper brought out several vibrators. Misha and Carly saw them and knew they couldn't refuse, only endure. However, the cunning kidnapper didn't rush. Instead, they first blindfolded them with black static tape and then took out two purple vibrators. After turning them on, they let the two buzzing eggs hover and dance around their ears. With their eyes covered and the buzzing, lewd sounds constantly moving around their ears, Misha and Carly began to waver. Although their knees were cuffed, their stockinged legs rubbed together restlessly. "Oh my? You're reacting to such vulgar toys, agent ladies?" The kidnapper, observing their changes keenly, began to taunt them verbally. Biting down on the gag balls, it was difficult for them to suppress their ambiguous moans. After a few "Mmm, ahh" sounds, silver threads began to drip from the corners of their mouths. The kidnapper slowly moved the vibrators downwards. As they passed over their breasts, they deliberately pressed the vibrators against their metal nipple clamps. The buzzing vibration immediately turned into a clattering sound. They reflexively bent over to try and evade, but the kidnapper quickly embraced their slender waists. After teasing their [REDACTED] for a while, the vibrators moved further down. The kidnapper held the wires, letting the vibrators hang naturally outside the crotch of their stockings, stimulating their private parts with gentle, intermittent pulses. More ambiguous cries came from their mouths, blocked by the red gag balls. They arched their backs, trying to dodge, but their arched buttocks became the kidnapper's new target. At the same time, several rough hands reached out to their stockinged buttocks, rubbing them freely, with occasional squeezes of their front [REDACTED]. Misha and Carly, blindfolded, were being violated [REDACTED], naturally filled with both terror and resentment. However, their hands and feet were restrained by the thin steel wire and knee cuffs, rendering them unable to resist, and they could only be teased helplessly. Finally, the kidnappers grew tired of playing. Two stocking tops, one black and one brown, were stretched open, and two buzzing purple vibrators were inserted. But in the next moment—the scene turned completely black. Unbeknownst to me, my eyes were covered with black static tape, and Priscilla beside me was likely in the same situation. "Take these ladies to the guest room!" My hands were also twisted behind my back and bound tightly with thin steel wire during the movement. I heard the sound of a door closing; we had entered a room. A strong force pushed me from behind, urging me forward. Only when the force disappeared did I stop, yielding to it. I felt the mattress beneath my calves, and it seemed I was standing by the bed. Priscilla's voice came from beside me, but it quickly turned into muffled groans. "What do you want?" I tried to negotiate with the kidnapper. The only response was a slap. "Shut up!" Soon, a soft object covered my mouth and nose. Damn, this is... My consciousness, like my vision, quickly turned dark... Two days later, in a humble cabin in Town A, Carly and I were sitting on the floor. "I can't believe you bought me with the compensation money Claude gave us... and that money was 15.5 million G!" "At first, I didn't really grasp how much 15.5 million G was..." Carly's plan was to find out the whereabouts of our companions and then figure out a way to help them escape. To do this, she had to buy me first, as it would be faster to gather information that way. Over the past two days, I had discreetly investigated the entire Town A, and I basically knew where all our companions were. In reality, Town A was a massive slave market. Here, you could openly walk your slaves on the streets. Besides auctions, you could also trade slaves or use them as stakes in various gambling games. As for the whereabouts of the other four companions, besides Pris, who was sold to that "bald man" yesterday, I also learned that Reina and Ruri were bought by a man who frequented the casinos in Town A, and Meryn was sold to a tavern owner, and I heard she was preparing to work in the tavern these past two days. Carly and I were planning to go to Meryn's tavern today to try our luck and see if we could meet her, and then figure out a way to get her out. However, before we left, since my current identity was that of a slave, I had to undergo some "dressing up." First, a "collar - handcuffs - knee cuffs" set was put on me. Once worn, my hands could basically only move within a small area in front of my chest, and my lower body was restricted to only being able to spread my calves apart. My daily activities and walking were greatly limited. Next was a large, solid red ball gag. This thing was too big for me; I could only force my mouth open as wide as possible to clamp down on it. Slaves didn't need to speak, so gagging was naturally a must. There were also various electric toys, but since Carly was one of us, she probably wouldn't use those on me. After the "dressing up," Carly led me out. She held the leash of my collar in one hand and a training whip in the other, walking through the streets of Town A with a practiced air. Along the way, there were many women like me wearing the "standard three-piece set." Some masters were even leading 4 or 5 slaves at a time. Carly unhurriedly greeted these masters while simultaneously cracking her whip on my backside, forcing me to nod and bow to the other masters. As we walked, drool dripped all over the ground, and my calves began to ache. I slowed my pace, signaling to Carly to take a break. "Hurry up, you slut dog! Or is your ass itching again?" Carly said to me, poking my backside with the whip. It's over, this girl is getting into character... I glared at her unhappily, but I had no choice but to be led forward by the neck. After turning a few street corners, we finally arrived at the tavern where Meryn was. The sun was already setting, just in time for the tavern to open. As soon as we entered, the tavern owner beckoned us to sit down—strictly speaking, he beckoned Carly to sit. As for me, Carly told me to kneel beside the table and tied the leash of my collar to the corner of the table. (This is completely dog treatment, isn't it!) However, my identity was that of a slave at this moment, and I couldn't complain. Moreover, in this Town A, owning slaves was a symbol of status. To cooperate with Carly in rescuing our companions, I had to endure this humiliation for now. After being seated, Carly began to look around for Meryn. However, the tavern had just opened, and there weren't many customers yet. The owner could handle everything alone, so Meryn never showed up. About half an hour later, more customers started to arrive. Most of them, like Carly, were local slave owners, each leading one or two slave girls. After being seated, they would tie the leashes to the table corners, and the slaves would obediently kneel beside them. As the tavern filled up, the owner naturally couldn't keep up, and it was finally Meryn's turn to appear. The curtain behind the bar was lifted, and a slave woman nervously emerged from the back. She was the goddess in the blue dress and black stockings we were looking for—Meryn. Like me, Meryn was wearing the standard three-piece set of "collar - handcuffs - knee cuffs." The connecting chain in the middle was intentionally shortened, forcing the slightly tall Meryn to bend her back and lower her head. Meryn's [REDACTED] were perky, held in place by a pair of nipple clamps through her clothes. The end of the clamps had hooks. Meryn walked with small steps from the bar to the customers' tables. The patrons would hang their written menu cards on Meryn's nipple clamp hooks. After a full circle, Meryn's two [REDACTED] were already bent down by the weight of the hanging cards. When she arrived at our table, Carly pretended to be looking at the menu and kept her there. Meryn naturally realized we were here to save her, but her mouth was blocked by a large, solid white ball gag, making it impossible for her to speak to us. Carly leaned in and whispered to her, "I'll cause a distraction later. You and Jiang Tang escape when you see an opportunity!" Meryn nodded upon hearing this, and a trickle of saliva flowed down from the white ball gag. At that moment, another customer called for Meryn, so the goddess in the blue dress and black stockings had to hurry over with small steps, and another menu card was hung on her [REDACTED]. There was another waitress working with Meryn in the tavern, a girl with short dark hair wearing a beige Bavarian long dress. The girl was wearing a "collar + handcuffs" set, and it was clear she was also a slave. Her chest was also covered with menu cards. After taking the orders, the two of them went to the bar to give them to the tavern owner. At this point, Carly began her plan. She took out something that looked like a smoke bomb—no, it was actually a smoke bomb. I didn't know where she got it from, but the effect was surprisingly good. Carly threw the thing under the table, and a stream of white smoke continuously billowed out, engulfing the entire tavern. "What's going on?! Where did this smog come from?" "Nonsense, this is a frontier town, it must be a sandstorm!" The tavern immediately descended into chaos. Why do I feel like these people have questionable intelligence... Regardless of the chaos, I had to escape with Meryn as soon as possible. Carly quickly used a key to unlock the cuffs on my knees. The other parts would take too much time, so she gave up on unlocking them for now. I could finally move my legs normally and run. At this moment, Meryn also walked over through the smoke, but because her legs were cuffed, she walked a bit slowly. Carly's key definitely wouldn't fit, so we had no choice but to cover Meryn while retreating. We finally made it outside the tavern, where a crowd of onlookers had already gathered, all of them discussing the situation while leading their own slaves. Suddenly, I spotted a familiar bald man in the crowd—that was the person who bought Pris at the slave market two days ago! Carly naturally noticed him too, and more importantly, following behind the bald man was his slave—the goddess in the white dress and flesh-colored stockings, Pris. Pris was also wearing the standard three-piece set like us, but her hands were cuffed behind her back, further restricting her range of motion. A yellow solid ball gag blocked her mouth, and a leather blindfold covered Pris's eyes. Just as I was wondering if Carly was preparing to rush forward and snatch Pris, the bald man unexpectedly pointed at us and shouted, "Everyone, look! It's this girl in the black dress, she's trying to steal the slaves from the tavern!" As soon as he spoke, the surrounding crowd's attention shifted to Carly. "Excellent, try to cut the steel wire with the blade. Be discreet," Misha instructed me verbally, her foot pressing down on the bomb trigger, unable to offer any physical assistance. I wondered if a blade could actually cut through steel wire, my mind filled with doubt. Misha seemed to sense my hesitation and continued, "This thin steel wire is specifically for binding people. It's extremely tough but not very hard. With enough patience, a blade can cut through it. I anticipated this might happen, so I hid a blade and some wire in the mattress. The wire is for picking locks." Hearing Misha's explanation, I felt around the mattress again and indeed found a short piece of wire. Misha had considered both bondage scenarios and situations involving restraints like handcuffs. She was truly a professional agent. Without further ado, I began attempting to cut the steel wire binding my hands. At first, I couldn't find the right technique, and the blade kept slipping. After a few tries, I got the hang of it. Just as Misha had said, with the right amount of pressure, the blade bit into the wire, and within a short time, I had severed the first strand. The thin steel wire was wrapped around my wrists about ten times, binding my hands together behind my back. As I cut through the wire, I reported my progress to Misha in real-time. Misha grew more hopeful with each update, completely disregarding the vibrator stimulating her and forcing her to stand by the window. I continued to focus intently on cutting the wire, while Misha occasionally spoke to me. This served two purposes: to distract her from the vibrator's stimulation and to ward off her growing drowsiness. Misha hadn't slept all night and had to maintain concentration on the bomb trigger, which was a significant drain on her energy. If she weren't talking to me, she probably would have fallen asleep standing up by now. Time flew by, and it was now past 7 AM. The train sped towards the capital, bathed in the morning light. Misha and I were trapped in the luxurious cabin. I was racing against time to cut the wires on my hands, while she was meticulously keeping her silk-clad legs firmly planted on the trigger. Misha's [redacted] vibrator seemed to be running out of power, its buzzing significantly weaker now. "How's it going?" Misha asked me anxiously. "Almost there, almost there. Just a few more strands and I'll be completely free," I replied. I could feel the restraints on my hands gradually loosening. Not long ago, about ten loops of thin steel wire had tightly bound my wrists; now, only two or three strands still connected my hands. My hands had more freedom to move, making the cutting process smoother. Finally, with the last strand severed by the blade, my hands were free once more. "Great, I did it!" Misha exclaimed with joy. Seizing the momentum, I quickly used the blade to cut through the wires around my waist and my ankles, finally achieving complete freedom. I got out of bed and stretched my limbs. My hands and feet were stiff from being bound for so long. After regaining some mobility, I hurried to help Misha. First, I turned off and removed the vibrator from beneath Misha's skirt, then carefully detached the nipple clamps from her [redacted]. With the most sensitive points on her body liberated, Misha finally let out a sigh of relief. However, her cheeks were still flushed from the prolonged stimulation. Cutting the steel wire from Misha's hands took some time. The thin wire around her wrists was bound even more tightly than mine, and her fingers were also secured, requiring extra care. Fortunately, the process went smoothly. Once Misha's hands were also free, only one final hurdle remained. That was the bomb trigger beneath Misha's feet. Although the kidnappers had described the bomb as not very powerful, capable of only blowing off the bedding at most, we had to disable it to avoid attracting attention. Fortunately, Misha seemed to have some expertise in this area. After personally examining the bomb's wiring, she used the blade to carefully cut one of the wires. The bomb under the bed immediately went silent. The wine-red high heels were finally removed from the bomb trigger. I helped Misha, who could barely walk, to sit on the edge of the bed to recover her legs. "This train is completely under the control of the kidnappers. We're outnumbered and unarmed, so we absolutely cannot confront them head-on," Misha said, rubbing her numb silk legs. "Then what should we do? Should we find a place to hide?" "That's an option... but." Misha's eyes lit up. "But I have a bolder idea. Instead of hiding, let's play along. When the kidnappers come to check on us, we'll seize their weapons." At first, I thought Misha planned to hide behind the door and ambush the kidnappers when they opened it. However, Misha's plan proved to be much more cunning. "Jiang Tang, put the vibrator and nipple clamps back on me," Misha instructed. My clumsy mind finally caught up. She wanted to pretend that we were both still restrained to make the kidnappers completely lower their guard. After all, if the kidnappers noticed anything amiss when they opened the door, things could get complicated. After a brief rest, Misha returned to her position by the window, her silk-clad legs standing straight, precisely on the bomb trigger. Misha clasped her hands behind her back, feigning being still bound by wires. I picked up the original purple vibrator and reinserted it into Misha's coffee-colored pantyhose. The vibrator was still warm and sticky. I reattached the vibrator's controller to the leg band on Misha's right leg. To make the act more convincing, I had to turn on the vibrator. Misha let out a soft moan, and the buzzing sound resumed from within her coffee-colored pantyhose. Then, I reattached the metal nipple clamps to Misha's [redacted], and her wine-red evening gown had to be lifted to fully recreate the previous scene. After dealing with Misha, it was my turn. I lay back down on the bed, spread my legs in a "V" shape, and loosely placed a strand of wire around my waist. The restraints on my feet were the hardest to imitate. Fortunately, there were blankets on the bed. I tucked my feet under the covers, making them invisible from the outside. Once everything was prepared, I placed my hands behind my back, pressing them underneath me, pretending to still be bound by wires. Now, everything was in place, and we waited for the kidnappers to fall into our trap... First, the incapacitated ladies in the green and black dresses need to be restrained. Melin and I hauled the green-dressed lady out of the net, each gripping an arm to prevent her from struggling. "It's four against one now, you don't stand a chance, so it's best to surrender and be bound!" Carly brandished the stun baton at the green-dressed lady. "Hmph, though I'm unwilling, you have indeed won. Bind me if you must!" the green-dressed lady retorted resentfully. So, Melin and I pressed her onto a dilapidated wooden chair. Carly produced the bundle of hemp rope she had acquired earlier and began to bind the green-dressed lady. Her hands were spread apart and tied to the chair's side posts, her legs in the brownish-red boots were also spread and firmly secured to the chair legs. Ropes above and below her breasts, and one at her lower abdomen, firmly connected the green-dressed lady to the old wooden chair. She struggled a few times, causing the chair to creak ominously. Carly then retrieved the yellow silk scarf from before, tied a knot, and stuffed it into the green-dressed lady's mouth. After a few muffled sounds, the lady quieted down. Finally, with ill intent, Carly casually hiked up the green skirt, exposing the brown silk panties hidden beneath the dress. The green-dressed lady blushed furiously, but was helpless. Next was the black-dressed lady on the ground. Carly flipped her over and used the second bundle of hemp rope to bind her hands and feet behind her back, connecting them with a short rope to form a simple hobble. At this moment, the black-dressed lady also woke up. She realized she was bound on the ground and struggled in panic, only managing to get covered in dust. "Damn it, to be bound right at the start!" the black-dressed lady was still unwilling, wriggling on the ground. But a hobble is not something easily escaped. "This is a bit tricky, we don't have anything to gag her with. What if their teammates return and she calls for help?" Carly said. "I searched the entire cabin just now and found these." At this, Ruri came forward with a pile of props. These included three gags (two red, one black), three bundles of rope, a roll of silver wide tape, a pair of metal handcuffs, a stack of zip ties (20), and a key. "Haha, we've got it now!" Carly took out a red gag, stuffed it into the black-dressed lady's mouth, and tightened the strap. "Mmmph mmmph ahhh...!!!" Now the black-dressed lady could only bite down on the red ball in her mouth and whimper on the dusty ground. The props Ruri collected were likely the equipment of the black-dressed lady and her companions, weren't they? As for the key, I checked it later; it was for opening the handcuffs, and it was likely that all the handcuffs here could be opened with the same key. At this moment, we heard movement from outside the cabin. It was probably the teammates of the black and green-dressed ladies returning. Of course, the two of them also heard it. They bit down on their gags and scarves, anxiously whimpering towards the outside, hoping to attract their teammates' attention. However, whether it was the cabin's good soundproofing, or the people outside thought it was us who were bound, they unhesitatingly opened the door and entered the cabin... Indeed, two people arrived. Melin and I hid behind the door and together subdued one of them, a lady dressed in a dark purple dress and white silk stockings. We pinned her against the wall, and she continued to struggle, but against two, she couldn't win in a pure strength contest. I twisted the purple-dressed, white-stockinged lady's arms behind her back, and then Melin quickly bound them with the zip ties we had just acquired. Our coordination was seamless. Meanwhile, Carly faced the other enemy alone. She was a lady in an orange dress and black silk stockings. She kicked out at Carly, and Carly returned a kick – black silk against black silk, the outcome was decided in an instant. The orange-dressed, black-stockinged lady was easily knocked to the ground. Carly then straddled her, twisted her arms behind her back, and took the silver tape from Ruri to bind her. As for the ladies in the green and black dresses, they watched their teammates being captured and bound the entire time, completely helpless. At this point, the purple-dressed and orange-dressed ladies were also dealt with. The purple-dressed, white-stockinged lady and her teammate, the black-dressed lady, were placed side-by-side on the ground. Both were hobbled, but the purple-dressed lady's hands and feet were bound with zip ties, connected by zip ties in between. The orange-dressed, black-stockinged lady was taken to the wooden pillar in the center of the cabin and bound to it with silver tape. Up to this point, all four were bound, which meant their team was wiped out. According to the competition rules, they would be left like this until the end of the match – if they couldn't break free themselves. As for Pris, it seemed her original plan was for a short trip, so after the wilderness expedition concluded, she was naturally recalled by the Celestial Realm. However, there's another theory that captured witches need to be purified by Pris, thus requiring her to return to the Celestial Realm (to retrieve her divine power). The next day, we held a farewell party for Pris, and the goddess of purification, in her white dress and sheer stockings, returned to the heavens. After Pris left, Misha officially joined us. Misha, in her red dress and sheer stockings, presides over the domain of "espionage," so should she be called the "Spy Goddess" or "Agent Goddess"? ... In any case, the title doesn't really matter. At the same time, the reorganized six goddesses also underwent slight changes in their attire: my dress was slightly altered to orange-yellow; Merin's black stockings were replaced with gray ones; and Ruri's red dress turned into a purple one. The reorganized six goddesses' roles are as follows: Carly (elected captain) - Black dress, black stockings, primarily responsible for command and combat; Merin - Blue dress, gray stockings, responsible for driving vehicles; Misha - Red dress, sheer stockings, assists in combat and gathers intelligence; Jiang Tang - Yellow dress, sheer stockings, responsible for internal affairs and assisting in intelligence gathering; Ruri - Purple dress, white stockings, assists in command and provides reference for team decisions; Lena - Pink dress, white stockings, responsible for logistics and vehicle modification. With the division of labor complete and everyone geared up, we were ready to depart... On our last night in the royal capital, the six of us played a small game in the inn. The game was very simple: we paired up into two teams of three, forming the Black-Gray team (Carly and Merin), the Nude-Coffee team (myself and Misha), and the Double-White team (Ruri and Lena). The three teams took turns being bound and attempting to untie each other. This game served as both a warm-up for the upcoming desert journey and a way to hone our synergy as six goddesses. The Black-Gray team (Carly and Merin) was the first to be tested. The remaining four of us tied Carly and Merin to wooden chairs in the inn room, leaving a 2-meter distance between them. Carly was bound with hemp rope around her torso, connected to the back of the chair, her hands bound in a W-shape behind her back, and her legs tied to the chair legs. A gag was placed in her mouth, covered with white cloth, her eyes blindfolded with black cloth, and finally, a [REDACTED] was inserted into her black sheer crotch. Merin was bound with hemp rope in a Japanese Shibari style around her torso, connected to the back of the chair. Her legs were bound together, with two additional ropes leading to the left and right chair legs. Her mouth and eyes were sealed with black tape. As the game began, they both struggled and made muffled sounds to confirm each other's positions. Since both were blindfolded, they could only locate each other by sound, followed by the classic chair-sliding maneuver. They twisted their hips and kicked their legs, inching their chairs closer to each other, all while continuously making noises to help the other locate them. Carly, with her mouth gagged, could only emit "mmph mmph" sounds, while Merin, whose mouth was only taped shut, could produce some indistinct syllables. Merin then began to guide them with "muffled words" through pursed lips, and after 38 minutes, Carly successfully untied Merin's hands, and they were both free, declaring the game over. Next, it was the Nude-Coffee team's turn (myself and Misha). We were tied to the inn bed, lying on our sides facing each other, connected by a red double-ended gag, two pairs of metal nipple clamps attached to our chests, two rope restraints connecting our crotches, and hemp ropes binding our hands and feet behind our backs. As the game started, Misha and I lay on the bed, struggling and writhing. However, being pulled by our mouths, nipples, and crotches made us blush and pant heavily. We then gradually calmed down, realizing that to free each other, we first had to roll over and face away from each other. After a period of tongue and lip movements, which left the red gags slick with our saliva, Misha and I managed to dislodge the double-ended gags. Then, after some pulling, we endured the pain and removed the nipple clamps connected to our [REDACTED]. Finally, it was the rope restraints connecting our sheer crotches. Misha laboriously removed her high heels and, clamping the wine-red heels between her sheer thighs, slowly used the sharp heels to cut through the ropes connecting our crotches. Finally, with our saliva covering the bed and our sheer crotches thoroughly soaked, Misha and I successfully freed each other! The entire process took 52 minutes. The last to be tested was the Double-White team (Ruri and Lena). One was confined to the bathroom, and the other to the wardrobe. First, Ruri was bound tightly with hemp rope. Her white-stockinged legs were bound together with 4-5 loops, and then a rope noose was placed around her neck (a special technique for goddesses, mortals should not imitate) and she was hung beneath the bathroom showerhead. Next, Lena was bound with her arms behind her back in a European style. Ropes were tied around her white-stockinged ankles and knees, and a black stocking, previously worn by Carly, was used as a hood. A collar was placed around her neck and connected to a coat hook inside the wardrobe. As the game began, the two goddesses in white stockings exerted all their strength. One gnawed through the neck rope, while the other managed to loosen the collar. Then, wriggling their tightly bound white-stockinged legs, they hopped and skipped out of the bathroom and wardrobe, eventually meeting in the inn room. The entire process, until they were fully unbound, took 47 minutes. "It seems everyone had a great time. This is our last night in the wilderness, so let's not leave any regrets!" Carly said. "Judging by the game results, our synergy is quite good. However, the desert region ahead is said to be much more dangerous than the wilderness, and we are highly likely to encounter more brutal DID incidents than before. We must not let our guard down," Ruri added. "It should be fine. With the addition of Goddess Misha, our combat strength has increased significantly, and everyone has grown through our DID adventures in the wilderness... While I can't say the journey ahead will be smooth sailing, if we work together, we will definitely overcome it!" I chimed in. "I test-drove Lena's newly modified car, and it handles very well," Merin said. After the kidnappers left, Lena and I immediately struggled within the room. Since the kidnappers' stronghold was just outside, I didn't dare make too much noise, trying my best to twist my limbs silently while seated on the wooden chair. A gag was stuffed in my mouth, and I hesitated, wondering if I should spit it out. The place was crawling with kidnappers outside; even if my mouth were free, I couldn't call for help, and the kidnappers would return. What if... As I was deliberating, Lena suddenly spat out the gag in her mouth with a "Ptooey!" "Jiang Tang, help me quickly! This position is so uncomfortable, desu!" Lena said to me. Since Lena had already spat out her gag, I couldn't hold back any longer. I used my tongue to push, and with that, I gently spat out the gag from my mouth. "Lena, try to struggle with less movement. There are kidnappers all around outside!" I reminded her. "I know, desu! But this *momotawa* is just too unbearable. I can't straighten my back, and my legs have to be bent awkwardly! And down there... there's a build-up of *〇ye*, desu!" Lena twisted her bound hands while haphazardly rubbing her legs clad in white stockings, which were crossed and bent. Her seated posture left her white-stockinged crotch wide open, and an unknown liquid occasionally seeped out from within. "Alright, alright, stop struggling for now! If you shift your butt a couple more times, you'll fall off the bed!" Seeing Lena had already moved to the edge of the bed, I quickly warned her, "Stay put and don't move. I'll find a way to move to you!" So, I began to vigorously push my legs, clad in brown stockings, and simultaneously shake my body, trying to move myself and the chair towards Lena. However, it was easier said than done. The wooden chair was much heavier than I had imagined, and my legs were tied, making it difficult to push off the ground. After struggling for a long time, I had only moved a short distance. Lena wasn't idle during this time either, shaking her body and kicking her legs, but the *momotawa* ropes on her body wouldn't budge. "Keep going, Jiang Tang! It's all up to you, desu!" Lena still managed to encourage me. "This is already very strenuous for me! This damn chair is too heavy, and the ground is uneven gravel... Ah, ahh!!!" As I spoke, I wasn't paying attention and tripped on a protruding crack in the ground. As a result, I fell sideways with the chair. If my legs hadn't been tied, I could have extended them to support myself and regain balance. Now, I could only watch helplessly as I lost my balance and fell to the ground. "This is bad, desu—!!!!" The loud thud of the chair hitting the ground attracted the attention of the kidnappers outside. Several armed kidnappers burst through the door. "Ha! This stocking-clad woman really knows how to cause a ruckus! She even managed to knock over the chair!" From my horizontal vantage point, several pairs of kidnappers' leather boots approached me. "Someone give me a hand and help this stocking-clad woman up!" The kidnappers cooperated, and soon my horizontal view was restored. "Check the ropes on both of them. See if there are any loose spots!" The kidnappers fumbled around, checking and tightening the ropes binding me and Lena. At this moment, my biggest worry was the gag on the floor, which I had spat out. I kept an eye on the dust-covered gag, remaining silent... "Let me go, desu! Hmph! Even if you stuff my mouth with a gag again, I'll spit it out, desu!" At this moment, Lena, bound on the bed, said haughtily. "Huh!? So these gags on the floor were spat out by you two!" The kidnappers finally realized.